After Nenaveauj left the store, he almost got tired of replacing himself and sat in the seat across from Makhihime.
"I waited outside because they seemed to be talking nicely."
"Thanks for your concern"
Somehow Makihime feels a thorn in his tired words.
"Do you know Nenaveauge?
It was an inquiry, but Makihime feels that way and hits the question.
"I don't want to lie to my people, silence makes me positive, and that's a troubled question"
Joking and smiling, Tired mouths such a dialogue.
"You mean you don't want them to know you know him?
"I know you in real life, and you're in a fight right now. Those who took care of me at Big Mouse's with me are also in a fight. They were also rearflexes."
I decided on my own that this would be enough, and Tired talks about the pepper and the real situation.
(So you felt a little prickly)
Convinced makihime.
"Finally, you mean a tired one got hubbed by a rearfrey multiple?
"There's nothing hubby about him. I made a point about the recommended 11 style of play. With them and me, I just wasn't thinking right. Well, I'm pretty sure you're shoving at me for having a fight."
Tired of sighing.
"If you like, I'll ask you about stupidity. I've been spitting foolishness at Nenaveauj until now, and if I'm tired of Nenaveauj's rearflex, I'll indirectly repay you if I ease my tiredness."
"No... I appreciate the feeling, but I know I'm bad, so I don't want to talk about it. I'm not talking about making it easier for you to sue someone."
He was a courteous and vocal makihime, but tired says no softly.
"Let's get to the bottom of this. Nyanton can't be trusted with this case, so I'd like to ask Makihime for an example."
"Teaching new players the game. Sure, I can't count on Nyanton, and I'd be fine."
Makihime smiling funny.
"Where do you gather those people from?
"Prisoner first."
To the tired answer, Machihihime was stunned.
"Next is the Chinese. This one will be harder to interpret."
"What the hell is Conne..."
"But that's about it for my Ate. There are other athletes for once, but I don't want to use them if I can."
Thinking of my daughter Ayane, Tired said.
Junko, who broke up with Makihime, logs out and returns to Real.
Twelve thirty at night. In the living room of the Snow Oka Institute, Junko, who is back from the game, and three true, Midori, who are already back a few minutes away, face each other. Regardless of the late night group, most players log out with the midnight twelve o'clock at the border.
"I need to talk to you about my tiredness."
True spoke to Junko, who was boiling tea on behalf of Zuo.
Junko already knows that True has asked the information organization to explore where she is tired.
"Tired seems to be moving quite flashy, easily caught on the network of information organizations"
The intelligence organization Frozen Sun also reported blackmailing the lower executives of the Formalin-pickled president and abducting a whole section of the organization's guests.
True will transfer the survey report data to Junko's phone. Junko projects a screen of holography in front of him and puts his eyes through the report.
"Hmm, are you lurking in this hotel?
Junko said as he watched an old hotel without even a sign and a video shooting tiredness going in and out of it.
"I think it says that there are quite a few people in and out of that hotel. There is a backstreet organization involved that mediates migrant workers. I was told by the frozen sun whether or not to give the worker the waylo to hear it out, but I thought about it in case I said no. That'll be enough information."
"Yeah, yeah, that's a good decision."
To the true report, Junko nodded satisfactorily, putting the teapot, the teacup, the sugar and the milk on top of the basin.
"And me, you saw it. Where your ancestors are in contact with their husbands and gnantons."
"Heh."
To Midori's report, Junko shows interest and spills a smile.
"Tired at last, you've gone around on the side of the electric spirit."
Just a report that he was in contact, Junko decides so and talks while putting a teapot and a teacup on the table.
"The number of electric spirits has increased at once, and from the point of view of timing, I'm guessing tired you electrospirited the President's guests pickled in formalin."
"Snow Oka's brewed tea, haven't had one in a while"
Rub the tea without milk or sugar, True says.
"Which is tastier than Zao's?
"That's more delicious, but Yuzuoka's has a unique flavour because Yuzuoka's is so impeccable to compare."
He was a pure child who asked slightly, but true to return so with a true face.
"Hmm, that's a delightful answer in many ways. When you say that, you can fire Zao and I'll be the tea brewer for the rest of my life."
"No, how does that happen..."
"You're saying you should be Zo, but that interpretation is strange"
Midori and Truth continue to poke at Junko, who runs sloppy with his floating face.
(If this hotel is the home of the Electric Spirit, the information I was trying to find out - the information I was trying so hard to ask Tatsuyoshi would have been available via you. Well... this is also an opportunity for the electric spirit users themselves, so I'm going to see you)
Sitting back on the couch, rubbing tea, looking at the display floating in front of him, Junko conceives.
(In a way, Tired is a tricky place for you, but Tired himself is turning to the enemy. I wonder if she should let True you or Midori persuade her to do better than me. Well, even if I didn't tell you, True you would do that from yourself)
I can also imagine how True deals with it, mostly for Junko.
"I can't believe how much it moves after a change from a hiccup."
Referring to tiredness, True said.
"Tie, you were originally capable of acting. The cause of the US-China War thirty years ago is almost exhausting, too. Come on. Just like me, I'm warned by a myriad of Fixers in the world. About a hundred and sixty years ago, a monster king by the name of the Beast Emperor was also crusaded. I didn't expect you to be resurrected in this way."
"He was such an amazing guy, I wonder if it would be more surprising if he dropped out and got hit."
"Well, humans, you don't know where people fall into holes, do you? Before I fell into a hole, many people couldn't think about that at all. But everyone falls. Me, you too."
Receiving true words, Junko speaks in a meaningful tone.
"The strange thing is that if your ancestors cared about it, they could have more players rationally, but they didn't do it. Wow."
And, Midori.
"Father, you are not manipulating people with schizophrenia as Midori did. If it's divisive, I can tell by the signs. It would be more efficient to use that technique. Why not?"
One of Shizuno's techniques is to divide one's spirit and influence it in such a way that it possesses the spirit of others. Midori had once secured his followers in the form of a fusion of their natural ability to peek into the minds of others and their technique.
"Thirty years ago, I did that. But now that you're tired, you don't seem to be building a new second brain, so it's hard to do what you want, right? Besides, as a personal emotion, you might not want to do that."
"I see."
Junko tells me, Midori is convinced.
"So, what are we gonna do? You can't just leave me like this."
True asks Junko about the policy.
"The other way around. I think you should let it go a little bit and let it be whatever you want. Tired, from what I've seen you do, it seems like you're trying not to do too bad, and hey. It seems we're limiting ourselves to the bad guys."
"Hmm... I wonder what it is... of all this, we both know that Jun Sister has been with your ancestors the longest and understands your ancestors. Come on. And pure sister, you're too easy, aren't you? Doesn't that sound like you can worry about it a little bit more? Midori and True Brother only know your ancestors who are negatively negatively and faggotly with hiccups and necra. That means I ran away from home, and I'm pretty worried."
Midori points me out, Junko gets stuck in words. I never thought Midori would have thought of it that way.
"Uh, did I look easy? I didn't mean it like that."
Midori has chosen the word, but behind that word of ease, Midori's eyes show it as if it were equal-thin, which conveys what he is telling implicitly, and Junko becomes inner blue.
"We're not worried about Yukioka, so it doesn't mean we can stay worried. I've never seen tiredness act aggressively from myself before, and I have no idea what I'm going to do. Besides, just because they're all bad guys doesn't even make it a good reason to leave them alone. Yukioka alone makes a lot of extra enemies, and if the opponent is a formalin-pickled president, Yukioka is considered to have fought again. In the back streets, I'm seen hanging out with you."
"I see..."
When he heard the true story, Junko understood what Midori and Junko were and what was between them.
"Excuse me. Nothing, I'm tired. I don't mean to be such an irresponsible knoll, like leaving you alone..."
"I don't even think about us that much."
To Junko, who apologizes, Midori spills a bitter laugh.
"The problem is, no matter what we think at the moment, you and I are aware of each other."
and Junko.
"But we don't see tiredness as an enemy. Is that how Snow Oka breaks it off?
"No way. But as you know, you're mean."
Truly asked, Junko waves gently and denies laughing.
"You were putting that much into that game -. Enough to antagonize my sister and brother."
Put your arms together, Midori says.
"Doesn't that mean you're tired around here? I know you well enough, and you don't think you're going to kill us for anything."
"That's it. I'm a little relieved to hear that."
Spread your mouth, show your teeth and laugh Midori.
"I can't be relieved. I don't even think it's okay to leave him alone, and I'll bring him back even if I can't. So, no problem, huh?
The true offer was a substitute for Junko as he had expected.
"You don't have to ask me for permission or confirmation. Just do as you always do."
Even though Junko says by spreading his uncontrolled grin, Truth shakes it small and hazy.
"Only this time, I wanted to hear your opinion, if you had one, and I wanted to get confirmation. If you know him better than I do, and if you're wrong about me trying to bring him back, I'd love to hear that."
While I prefer the truth that I have been asked carefully, Junko felt as if his remarks had been shallow so far, only a little embarrassed and reflective.