Yoshiku originally lived in the heart of the city, but due to his many activities in Euthanasia, a dark city, he also rented a residence in Euthanasia City.
One room in a 2DK apartment. Naturally, I live alone, but after falling into the back streets, I bought a futon for two people as if I might be able to stay with guests. That helped for the first time today.
Morning. What you do as soon as you wake up is confirm your message. He has been like an occupational disease since falling into the back streets as an informer.
I was particularly curious this morning about the email Junko sent me.
"When I interview Sarah, I was wondering if you could talk to Mika and ask her to show it in real time."
Mika's discussant, she decided on Sara.
(Well, I would avoid Van Dam... Ueno won't be good for picturesque or content, is it a hard place)
Send a reply with acknowledgment and Yuki moves to the next room.
There he turned to the table and there was Terrence writing kanji on his notebook. Apparently, he's studying Japanese.
Terrence was supposed to escort me for a while at four or six o'clock, so he decided to ask me to stay at the house.
"You've been up all night?
"No. I just woke up. I study better in the morning."
Terrence answers as she continues to write, in the long run of speaking up.
"It's kanji reading and writing berry hard yo. Mr. Van Damme can read and write Japanese and Chinese double kanji, so it's great."
"Wow, Mr. Van Damme is. Nevertheless... I can't believe you sent an escort from that side to me. We can also look at hostages as escorts."
It looked like a long time ago, as it included a nuance of verbally unspeakable intimidation against the backstreet center: don't do anything bad because you can kill them at any time while taking a stance like you're protecting them.
"Mr. Takada is such a big shot (big), Ka? I'm sure Mr. Van Damme has some thoughts, but Mr. Takada's reading is a mistake, sir."
In a gentle tone, Terrence denies it.
"I see, if you take it from the back street center, it's not worth protecting me so much, it's not worth taking it as a hostage and using it as a material for the deal."
"Mr. Van Damme also has some thoughts, but before that, he simply has trouble, yo. Because we're trying to direct public opinion through dialogue, and all of a sudden it's a no-thanksgiving mix of violent shakedowns."
That's what Terrence makes me smile like a prank.
It is as if the image does not code for this bright, humane, and clearly younger youth than myself, the building beam of a terrorist group that is abhorred all over the world. I hear he was a deputy leader until a while ago, and the previous boss before he rolled up was someone who wasn't even pretty.
"I'm gonna make some rice, can I have some fish?
"No problemo. Sashimi is perfectly ok."
"You don't want to eat sashimi in the morning or anything that doesn't get any heat in your belly. I'll cook it normally."
Two people getting breakfast. At the end of the meal, Terrence resumed her Kanji studies again.
"Enthusiastic. This kanji..."
Peeping into the display Terrence was looking at, all the words shown were the railway station names in the city. I didn't know because the words you write in your notebook are individual.
"It's all about station names."
"I love trains. It's not a railroad maniac, yo. I like to travel by train and view the landscape outside through the window. I like both the city and the countryside. Trains from all over the world, traveled. I've seen the landscape. I particularly like the landscape seen from the Japanese trains, sir. I love the streets, the mountains, the plains, everything. I also rode the Tokaido Shinkansen many times yo. It's the best Mt. Fuji you'll ever see while running."
Spread a loud grin to the full, Terrence happily speaks of her hobby.
"Every station is written in an alphabet, right?
"It's more convenient to remember it in kanji. You can see it in the distance, and the timetable is easy to see in kanji. But I can't travel like before anymore, sir. It's sad."
"Why?
"The previous leader died and I became the leader because of the rollover, sir. Even though I was a sub leader before, I didn't have to work much. It was mostly Destroy & Bioless that I was active, sir. I was the strength of Ichburn in the organization, even when it looked like this, so I let him do the freedom. But I'm in a responsible position, so I don't have much free time, sir."
Speaking with a smile, Terrence drives Yoshiku to a desire to put one big question in his mouth. That's an analogy. Doubts about mismatches.
"Why are you in Chihuahua?
If that question is to be spoken of, I will decide that this is a good time, and for a long time of curiosity, I will ask.
I don't know anything about what kind of person Terrence is, Yoshihiko, whom I just met yesterday. But as long as we're in conversation across the street, I just look like a good, nostalgic young man no matter how I look at it. Of course, just because it looks like it, you may be hiding something drooling at the bottom of your belly, or rather because you have that drooling, you belong to the sea chihuahua, Yuki thought.
"Why not, sir?
Terrence shrugs her shoulders and smiles lonely. It seems like a pungent answer and does not contain teasing nuances. The answer, which seemed somewhat masochistic, and I received it for a long time.
"Yoshiku doesn't look like a good tie for the underground either, yo? In that sense, we may be alike."
"Yeah well, even if they say it looks good or not, I'm feeling sad in a separate way, and I guess it doesn't fit at that point"
To Terrence's point, Yoshiku hassles.
"If you like trains, why don't you make it a train instead of a taxi?"
"Ow, with a pure measure of Thanx. But with a full train, it's easy to mix assassins and stuff, so I'll just take your feelings, yo."
"I'll avoid full train hours, so it's okay. And..."
Yoshiku takes the ice pick and stabs it in his own arm.
"It's regeneration, Ka?
"Don't look at me before you see me."
Yoshiku laughed bitterly at Terrence, who would say before the wound blocked.
"Well, that's why you can take it easy on the escort, too?
That's what I say and look at the long time I wink, and Terrence's grin turns into a bitter laugh. I didn't understand why Terrence suddenly had such a look.
Mika has been here for a long time, every day she comes and goes to the offices of the backstreet kimonoya and the Yukioka Institute.
The apparent office to which I belong as a musician has been unable to show its face. Civil society organisations instigated by Luciferin Dust are responsible for their repeated pushes. I seem to have stopped coming to the boulder lately, but I have to do something again, so I decided not to come close until most of it cools down.
I intend to continue acting as Mika Tsukinawa on the back street, at least until I settle with Luciferin Dust in some way.
Mika is sleeping in the office with the four clones, but the clones were concerned about the noise.
"Just stop working in the back. Two bunches of grass shoes is what broke him."
When I see Mika's face in the morning, I say that No. 2 hates it.
"How many times are you gonna tell me! No matter how many times you tell me not to!
"Even for the original, I think it's a serious burden, which is why I'm insisting. Shh."
I stare back at Mika, who is staring at me.
"If you know what a burden is, stop insisting on number two. Stop it. Stop telling me."
Number seven enters between them, and they get stuck dressed as if to cover Mika, and eat from close range to number two.
"Ha, I'm just a good girl, and Mei can't see the essence of anything. What a greedy thing to do to reconcile back-run and tabular operations, but you can see that it erupts like this here and now, eroding the originals - that's right. It's original, but it's obvious you should squeeze it one way or the other."
To number two, which summons in a sinister form, number seven becomes a little tearful.
"You don't have to worry or worry about number two."
Normally the thirteenth, who can hold the second, rarely has the shoulder of the second.
"Sorry, original. Me... Only this time, I really sound right about what number two says. The original looks very imposing and I can't help it. And if I were to take one of them, I... would like you to quit the job behind the danger, for real."
In a tone that seemed difficult to say, but clearly conveying his will, on the thirteenth, Mika smiled softly to reassure him.
"He used to tell me the truth, number thirteen. But we saved you guys because we were running that dangerous backyard, didn't we?
To the words of Mika, who tells her quietly, the thirteenth is annoying.
"Fuhihi...... Ri, the original. If you say that, I'm out of words to give it back... Nah, you think I'm gonna pull back a little. Kannya. No matter what they say, I firmly oppose back-run operations!
"Well, let's do this, number two"
With a smile, Mika turns to No. 2.
"If I lose this fight, I'll wash my feet from the back streets clean"
Quiet, but with strong determination, Mika ran out of words.
"Just mouth anyway. Like the retirement of a professional wrestler or a national Lolicon animation director, you'll be right back, won't you?
"No, I have no two words. There's no retraction."
It was No. 2 to say disgustingly, but Mika ran out of words.
"Minnie...... be careful. This office's second memorable array......"
At that time, No. 7's expression tightened and her voice became nervous.
"Ah-ha-ha, you're a customer even though you're in the middle of something important. Read the air."
No. 2 also feels murderous, makes a low, grumpy voice, and becomes a battlefield posture.
"I'm in a bad mood right now, and I'm not going to cut it. I'm not gonna kill you all."
"I'd love to catch you alive if I could, and let you know who you are! Well, you don't have to be gelling!
When No. 2 and Mika looked out the window at the same time, the shadow was exposed over the curtain.