The day after he was exhausted, Junko was in contact with Tatsuyoshi again in Recommended 11 with Junko's character.
Searching for tired characters, they exist properly. But even if I put Ter in it, I ignore anything.
(Looks like this thing bent quite a bit. I'm sure I really took Midori's "The Game Is An Hour A Day" and it came to my mind around there)
You think they ignored his will and proceeded with the story on their own. He was a pure child who spoke out several times to solve a misunderstanding, but the result was pear debris.
"When we have more character enhancements, let's go around high-end content together. I'll teach you a lot. Yeah, I got a lot of gear for you, too. And no other real pictures? I'd love to see it."
Tatsuyoshi calls out to me early in the day. That's what Junko doesn't even give her time to answer.
(I wonder if the kid I've been dating has ever left, making it easy on this kind of imposition)
From Junko's eyes, Tatsuyoshi is so bad with girls that he ends up with this. Maybe some women like this kind of fortitude, but it wasn't Junko's preference, and I thought a lot of women didn't like it.
I remember when Junko was once a Nenaveauge character, dictating numerous female players, and I'm driven by the desire to lecture him on how to treat me better.
"And I'd like to join you in the mysterious supergiant creature marathon. I don't know what it's gonna be like."
"Mm-hmm. Right."
"Oh, I have an interesting story to tell in the mysterious supergiant creature marathon. Top abolitionist talks for this mackerel. Two guys called Nyanton, the self-proclaimed Abandoned God King, and Dark Gamer, the leader of an organization called the Management Union, said they were going to have an open debate. Oh, management. You know what? If it's a comeback, you don't know, do you? Management unions are..."
Junko receives that it is important information, although he did not wait much for his opponent's answer and continued to talk unilaterally. Nevertheless, even if I didn't have to hear it from Tatsuyoshi's mouth, I would have been able to find out there because I was checking the mackerel slate and exposed slate on the anonymous bulletin board.
(Nyanton, I wonder if it's a good time to make contact with you. Anytime you just make contact, and hey. But unlike you, Tatsuyoshi, there are many destabilizing elements.)
Contact with Nyanton at this stage does not seem to yield tangible results immediately.
(Unlike real life, it's a troublesome place to have limited means. Conversely, as long as it involves real life, it's this one)
To get closer to that reality, I'm also dealing with Tatsuyoshi.
"Have you ever developed into a real friend through nettles? No, no, no, you never thought of that? Or a totally splitting up party?
Since Tatsuyoshi is bringing more and more invitations to real life, Junko was likely to achieve his purpose without labor.
But even though that was the purpose, Junko's desire to meet Tatsuyoshi in real life doesn't boil the shards either. I'm rather in the mood to avoid it.
"Uh, nothing. I can't resist. If we're getting along, I'm sure we'll meet in real life."
"Why are you turning away and talking?
He was a pure child who spoke under the guise of being completely flat, but he was turning away from Tatsuyoshi because he was unlikely to prevent an unpleasant look from appearing. True it was, but in this world emotions tend to appear straightforward on the face.
"No, you can light it up..."
and Junko to mislead appropriately. But this was a misleading and more growing word for Tatsuyoshi.
(Whoa, whoa! This obviously has a pulse!
Tatsuyoshi is in the mood to give him the roar of victory, but if he can't be caught off guard yet, he pulls his mind together.
(Never, never miss -! This is my last chance in my life!
The initial feeling of humility was the earliest few remaining tatsuyoshi. Or even with that feeling, it would only be humility as a means to make Junko a thing.
Machihihihime asked from his electric spirit nurturer where Nyanton lived in real life and his cell phone number and went to see Nyanton in real life.
Fortunately, it's in the same city, and it doesn't take that much time to get around. Take one train, in a little over an hour, to Nyanton's residence.
(Do you live here?
In front of Machihihime is not a whole house or condo. It was a ten-story hotel. No, it's an abandoned hotel to be exact. The building is dirty and ancient with cracks everywhere, and the entrance is covered with banned stickers.
One man showed up from inside the hotel when I put in contact with my cell phone for arrival.
He was an unusually sharp man with a mediocre appearance and a small body shape, but only eyes. I would be over thirties old, but I'm not sure how.
"Yasuke Kamakura - you can call me Nyanton"
"It's Machihihime. The real name is Maki Atoki. Call me by the name of the game, too."
After introducing herself, Nyanton prompts her to enter the hotel and go inside first. With a little hesitation, Makhihihime follows.
The hotel was surprisingly clean. Clean, obviously, in the lobby or in the hallway. Machihihihime wonders if Nyanton is cleaning this. I don't even think I'll be cleaning a big building like this all day long without leaving it alone.
"I used the power of electric spiritualization to make money and give them small but backstreet organizations. Organ trafficking - mainly foetal sales."
Nyanton said as he walked. Scare runs on Machihihime's spine.
After a short walk, Nyanton stops in front of the door of the room.
"These guys are managed with that money. Ask another organization. They're taking good care of the hard-mouthed immigrants."
Open the door, Nyanton explains.
Looking inside the room, Makihime was stunned by a different sight. Several men are put to sleep side by side dressed as shirts and diapers, all wearing dream bands. Besides, they all have no hands or feet. I know, even if I don't like it, that I would have cut it off and sold it.
"This is the body of the electric spirit..."
"Yes."
To the groaning makihime, Nyanton nodded.
"I said I'm hiring people to manage these guys, but on the contrary, I can only let them manage as much. And then clean up here. It really helps to have more comrades with the same will and power"
Nyanton's words were meant to be, not social dictionaries. No, Nyanton is not the kind of guy you can talk about such as a social dictionary in the first place.
"Tatsuyoshi is just playing recommended in, it's almost useless."
I hear that dialogue from Nyanton, and I wonder if the other electric spirit user is Tatsuyoshi after all, and Makihime gives it away.
"I never want to see him. I know you do, but a lot used to happen."
"Okay."
Nyanton accepts Machihihime's request lightly.
"Like I said in my e-mail, I, I'm already about two electric spirits, and I want you to manage the living here with me."
"Ask the management organization to send people and have them brought here"
Makhihihime was horrified because Nyanton agreed to it in terminal terms. And I thought I was a terrible person.
Without any concern, Makihime goes to the next room. With his hands on the door, Nyanton nodded silently when he asked Nyanton for permission to open it.
When I open the door, there are still equally limbless men, many of whom are put to sleep side by side. He is worn diapers and wears a dream band.
I'm also concerned that it's just a man, but I'm sure the other rooms are the same. The woman - I can somehow predict from the story that she's selling fetuses.
It's like a field.
Whether a person is a crop or whether a crop called Electric Spirit is fruitful from a field called Man, in any case this, as a human field, was reflected in the eyes of Makhihime.
"I have the same image."
Nyanton expressionlessly consenting.
"You sow a new seed in this field. I don't care about the means, you just bring people here. And make it a new electric spirit. Make it a new Recommended 11 player"
(The first time I met you...)
Machihihihime is stunned by Nyanton's indifference.
"That's a pretty tough part, isn't it?
Makihime deliberately makes a sarcastic voice.
"Right. I don't want to do this anymore. But this is how I make that reception, and I manage it, right? That was a big part of it."
Nyanton speaking pale. I understand the reasoning, but it is an unconvincing makihime. Now that we have the land, we are told to do everything we can to plow the fields and sow the seeds, and in the meantime we are playing.
If that's the job, I still know. But Nyanton is the employer, not the worker. It was supposed to be in a reciprocal position, but it didn't seem reciprocal, and that was dissatisfaction with Makhihime.
As much as I work to bring people in, I have to stay away from the game, and in the end, the guys just do what they want, and I sigh to see if I leave all the trouble to the women.
(Nenaveauge always said he took the lead in troublesome things that people didn't like. But that, because the contents are girls...)
He remembered Nenaveauj, and Makhihihime became sad.
(I wonder what Nenaveauge would think if he found out I was doing this. Do you despise me? Or will you pity me)
But Makihime doesn't realize that the grief is a substitute that comes from a badly unsolicited desire for approval.