Slightly, Junko, accompanied by four of Silvia, returns to the office of Uber in Shiba.
"That's why a slight bit of it is the form that has avenged the old man and everyone. The key killer is wild, but in that client's position, this protest mastermind is dead, so I think I cleared up my thoughts."
"Oh, thank you, young lady. And... I'm glad you're okay."
Hino says it with a face that feels innumerable. I didn't know this guy would look like this in front of me.
"But now you're not totally kata. There are still standing rivers, so we need to shut this guy down and end the war completely. As Hino is the new boss, we'll do our best to rebuild it."
"I'm not a fucking boss..."
Hino with his head on the tannic side. But it didn't seem like much, and I didn't miss the fact that my mouth was a little broken.
"Even the other executives who aren't here right now would be convinced by Hino. There are only two other executives."
It seems that it is not an organization as large as it was originally, and that there are no elements that would cause rubbing in succession decisions.
The fact that Ip Mountain might come again meant that me, Junko and Sylvia, slightly, would also be staying at the office. For once, there's a place for about ten people to sleep in the office, and there's a proper bath.
All the other constituents let him go home. Because when Ip Mountain raids, it could eat the entanglement.
When it's tomorrow, I'm going to set up my last battle where Tachikawa and the others are lurking. I'm sure Ip Mountain will be there as well.
At night, I thought I was going to do it at tomorrow's operation meeting, and time was crushed by a slight, non-loving chat between Sylvia and the three pure girls. I'm in the middle of a mosquito net by myself, and I squash my time whilst scrambling a little beer.
I was listening to when it might be an important story, but it was a futile concern. Eventually the chat just ended, Junko and Sylvia leave the living room and go to bed.
It remained only slightly in the living room. He's looking at me with a face like he said something. Or were you waiting for Junko and Sylvia to disappear and be alone with me? No, you're over-conscious...
"Have you been waiting a long time for us to be alone?
Just to ask you a few questions, I'm about to eject beer.
"That's exactly what it feels like to be a star."
Subtly different, but I also found it troublesome to deny.
"It feels like you've been baptized in the back street."
Me who dares to put a few unforgiving words in the air.
Earlier, I was having a fun chat with Junko and Sylvia, but my eyes weren't laughing. Sylvia and Junko probably cared about that one too. But it's obvious that the slightest hasn't been organized into feelings yet.
"My father and I, we chose our own path. Father, you've lived a long time, haven't you?
You don't have to be strong.
"I want to be strong. I don't want to cry and get stressed or anything. That's what I want to do now. If I'm a man on the street, I think it's okay to be in mourning here, but now I'm in the middle of a battle."
"It's a break now. Besides, that has nothing to do with the back or the table. You feel the same way. Besides, isn't it just plain obvious? Someone who's passionate about something else to distract his grief."
Slightly silenced. I don't know what you're thinking, but you seem to be thinking something.
"I think people on the back and front streets are quite a lot different, and I thought of them as another creature, so Liao Er's words... overshadow it, or I didn't think Liao Er would say that"
In fact, a slight type of thought is common for backstreet residents. A guy who's an ordinary man and an outlaw, and they're both building a completely different biological wall. I feel a little bit like that, but on the other hand, I also wonder if that's the way I think about it.
"At least as sad as my parents are dead, okay?
I don't know what it means to be strong there, and it's strange to say this because you're a backstreet person - don't even say it. You won't have to say that much to pass it on.
"On the contrary, I even think it's the other way around, I... I have feelings because they are both human. But people in the back street are not perceived by the ethics of form alone or by crappy physique. People on the street are tied to a lot of things, and it's hard to honestly complain about emotions. In a way, life would be a lot harder than ours. On the other hand, you even feel like you're looking for a body for someone who's fallen in the back street. It's a weird obsession."
……
The slightest remained silent, but stared at me, listening to me.
"I dare to mention the decisive difference between the back street and the front street. If I have to give one life to a cute cat or a person I don't know at all, I'll let one live and kill another? People on the street, there are many who answer with humans. Of course some people will take cats. But most people in the back street would take a cat. I don't like cats, so I don't make that choice, that's not the problem. It's only an analogy, so if you don't like it, I don't mind dogs. What do you want me to say, pass it on?
"Yeah, I know exactly"
A hint of nodding with an intriguing face.
"I wanted to live in the back street because I believed that being normal as a person was only here. People on the street always felt that many were lying to themselves. I'm not looking down on it, but I'm not gonna let myself be like that. That's how long you've been pushing yourself to death."
It's a narrative grass with a sense of slightness coming back.
"Well, it's hard to spread the word, but I think if you're weirdly elbowed, your old man will worry in the shadow of the grass leaves. So... at least when you're with me, you can cry. I'm not as good as you, either, but I've known my old man for a long time, and I can talk enough about memories. You know, the old man you don't know, the old man I don't know."
"Do you want to cry too, Liao Er?
An unexpected counter came. No, I guess it was something I should have expected.
"Men cry alone. A woman can leave her breasts to a man and cry."
"The backstreet dweller said you could represent your emotions straight, arrowhead, that's weird. You don't have to distinguish between men and women."
No... that would dress you up. I can't believe a man crying pippy in front of a woman. Besides, I lost my real father in front of my daughter.
"Well, then I'm not dressed up, but I'm gonna cry. I'm gonna cry too, you're gonna cry too."
"Yes, go ahead"
He smiled and nodded slightly at me in a mean tone.
Then for about thirty seconds, the two of them face each other silently.
"Please cry quickly."
"No... sorry, I still can't"
And two laughing. The old man can't even float. No, you're relieved.
"Liao Er is a very sweet man after all"
With a smile on his face, the slightest suddenly says something like that.
"My father used to say that, too. He said he was more sensitive to other people's pain than he was, and he would carry it in. Even when the junior of the organization stepped on Doji, he said that he had been ridiculous in deciding that he was a failure, that he would go to retaliation more angrily than anyone else when his people were murdered, and that he would be consulted about rookies. Seeing my current clumsy care for me made me feel that way again"
Clumsy is superfluous. Sure is clumsy though.
"But I guess that's why my father had an eye on Liao Er, and I can see that, too, so I can treat him with peace of mind"
While I was telling you, a slight lean on me.
I reach for a little shoulder, too, and hug it. The silent time passes while we keep ourselves together.
'Hey, what's that? Get ahead of yourself. Kiss me and push me down, ahead'
Is it my fault? My old man said that behind me, and I felt like I was stuck. I'll say it back in my heart that I'm not in the mood to get there because it's right after you die.