The public debate between Mika Tsukinawa and Sarah Demon on the theme of the merits of the back street happened to be held throughout Japan within the day of being informed.
It's not just an argument. When the survival of the back street is on the line, the announcement site is incited in capital letters as being huge. That's not just incitement, and depending on the outcome, the survival of the back streets is actually at stake, on both sides of the back streets, on the front streets, beginning to be whispered.
Tomorrow there will be noise in the news, newspapers and on each information site. But the residents of the back street, who had no problem checking the information, did not wait for it to complete the checks.
Kazuka Akino, a former friend in law and now a top executive of "President Pickled in formalin," looked at the announcement site with an abomination.
What is abominable is that Yoshiku is pulling the thread behind it. And as a result of this commotion, it may change what it looks like in the back streets themselves, and no matter how many people in power are under asylum and even the police can suppress a formalin-pickled president, if that evil deed is exposed under daylight, it won't last.
(Thanks to Yoshiku for doing something extra. How far is he going to take me?)
In fact, I also know perfectly well the logic that if Yoshiku refuses this job, it is just a story executed by another human being. Still, it comes to mind.
I can't move now. We just have to watch what happens. I'm sorry to hurt you with a bad hand.
(It's been a long time since I wanted to talk to my boss)
Incense thinks about what kind of judgment a missing boss would make. I can't do anything, so would you tell me not to do anything? Or is it related to the survival of the president pickled in formalin?
(I haven't had much conversation, I've seen him a few times in the first place, because he's someone who doesn't know what he's thinking...)
Still, it was incense to think that if only that boss could give me a reassuring good answer.
The office of the terminal organization "The Dusty Resistance". Shortly before the Ten Nights were about to return home, I saw the announcement, and the Ten Nights waited a little while for me to come home and go out with the conversation with Shake.
"That's a little too noisy. Well, I guess that's better to wear black and white."
An anonymous bulletin board on both sides of the back street street, checking the reaction of the announcement, says in a sigh.
"What do you mean?
I don't know what it means to put black and white on my mouth, and the shake asks.
"I mean, if it's served in advance, that's all, the winner side will gain momentum and the loser side will shrivel,"
On his behalf, ten nights answered.
"That's not necessarily what happens, but I guess that's what you're thinking on the uplifting side"
Added:
"As far as we're concerned, I'm on the side of supporting Mika Tsukinawa, but it's kind of teethy. I have to leave everything to one person."
It becomes tannic and shakes say. I don't even want to imagine that my place in the back street will be taken away.
"It's not violence, it's a fight for dialogue, so I can't help it."
It's not really that violence isn't working at all, either - I add in my mouth. The murder of Sajiro Otsuki is proof of this.
"Suddenly the survival of the back streets and other big stories of that scale descend, and many back street residents have no choice but to watch over the situation..."
Something very strange happened, and it felt like ten nights.
"We'll all feel the same way. I'm sure Senior Aizawa doesn't either."
"How much do you like Aizawa?"
Even here, he was about to enter the earliest realm of inspiration in the shaking of the truth.
Kanagawa Pharmaceutical Buddha City.
The city, one of the most insecure of the dark cities, lays its little donpatches on each night, without worrying about the current tide of the world.
In "Club Cat Mansion," both Vipers, Milk and Nall and one of them watched the announcement of the discussion of the matter.
"Is this terrible incitement the work of Takada?"
Viper laughs bitterly as he remembers the shitty wink of a carefree big man he once hired as an informer.
You don't even have my permission to go ahead and talk like this. Kill all the people involved. At the point where Mika Tsukinawa is, Junko's asshole must be moving in the back anyway. '
Milk with a sinister voice.
"Let's make sure Mika works hard. Don't worry about losing the back streets."
"Absolutely. But if I lose, I don't know if that's really gonna happen."
Vipers who concur with Naru's words while at the same time expressing doubts.
"Leave it alone, if you lose the argument and say so, Luciferin Dust is even more enlarged and in good shape is visible. When that happens, it's me. There are developments in the back streets to kill Luciferin Dust in the exercise of their abilities, and other countries to support Luciferin Dust with sneak funds and violence."
Viper and Nall didn't hear the word "milk" loudly. The reading of the milk hits the edge.
'In the end this is part of the external pressure. Japan is silent on the state guru that the back streets have grown violence and industry and are the cornerstone of this country. Countries that don't like it are trying to weaken Japan. Danced by the forces of other countries are the assholes of Luciferin Dust. It just so happens that Sarah Demon stands out, and you should see that there are supporters from other countries, and there will be more results. "
If that happens, Milk watched as the back streets really threaten their survival.
Euthanasia City Police Department Backstreet Division.
"What do Ashiya and Umezu think? Do you think it's okay for the back streets to be weakened like this?
Matsumoto Minoru, a detective in the Backstreet Division responsible for the crimes committed by Backstreet, hit Ashiya Kurodo and Umetsu Kotomi, his colleague's Backstreet Division, with such questions in grandeur.
"There's no way. I felt like I was doing something extra, even though I had the best balance."
Umezu throws up.
"The back streets are enclosed. Restriction devices for those with criminal attributes. It's an invisible cage. With this guy, crime without foresight is suppressed. I thought everyone knew that, but I don't think so."
Without trying to understand the area, thinking that those caught in the scourge of the back streets hate the back streets and hope for their annihilation, Umezu becomes as if he chewed up the bitter worms.
"Mika is sure to win. I feel that way somehow."
Black Dou tells with a refreshing look.
"That's how I feel. I'm leaning towards Mika's side now. It's also obvious that Mika caught fire by first hanging it up and bumping it up. Some of them will be backing that kid up mightily."
"You're Junko or something. I have a desire. Of course you want Mika to win. I don't know if it's about winning or losing."
It was Umezu who received Kurodo's words and loosened his expression a little.
Liao Er Oshima had a pretty hard job with Tanshita Silvia and Inaguchi that day.
In the back streets, of course, the world's highest intelligence organization, 'O 'myrape', and the struggle against those who are head-on hostile. I didn't think that was going to be a glimmer, but for the first time in a long time Liao Er had worn out.
"It's been a rough day."
Similar to Liao Er, Limei Minaguchi, Hired by Sylvia as a force of war, gives a relatively energetic voice in the cab's passenger seat.
"I made it through thanks to Li Mei. Oh, and Liao Er, of course. Thank you both so much."
A little thanks.
"Of course, what Japanese is next... He did seem to be following me."
Sitting in the back seat between Sylvia and a few of them, Liao Er is relaxed. Slightly massaging Liao Er's shoulders and neck next door.
(Limei the Xia Gun. If it weren't for this guy, I'd probably have screwed up. Obviously stronger than me)
It is Liao Er, who is a mouthful but has to admit.
"That's okay. Ask me again anytime. Ha ha."
"Oh, come on, something's going on."
Li Mei's laughter is blocked by Sylvia's words, which put out a display in front of her.
"Look, this"
Sylvia adds two displays of the same image and flies to Liao Er and slightly, Limei in the passenger seat.
"Oh, didn't my favorite Mika Tsukinawa finally embark on a crusade for Sarah Demon with the momentum to carry the fate of the back street and fly across the universe"
Look at the announcement site and give a slightly excited voice.
"I know him, and I'll get him signed next time, okay?
"No, I'm glad you feel, but fine. The culture of autographs is something I don't like."
"Oh well."
Slightly declining Li Mei's offer.
"We're already totally talking about it on the back street. I wonder if the survival of the back streets will also depend on these two battles."
The bearded taxi driver opens his mouth.
"The cheap hypocrites who only look up. Seriously. If Mika Tsukinawa loses, I and Liao Er become the second and third Mika Tsukinawa to fight Luciferin Dust."
No, I don't know.
Liao Er shrugged with a tired look, slightly as one burned to his heart.
The announcement site also saw the face of Brick, a Chinese special task force staying in Japan.
"Lei Li, if the back streets are weakened, it will be easier for us to do our job."
Wang Xiulan, captain of the brick, says to his deputy Lei.
"Are you going to cooperate with Luciferin Dust?
Li Lei asks.
"No way. I didn't take that order. But if I'm a high-ranking official in my country, I'll give that order promptly."
"I see, Captain, that the great men of my country are incompetent."
"It's too crooked. But... it's true that toothpicks"
To tease Li Lei, Xiu Lan takes a small sigh.
Every second of the month I saw a holographic display, and I was shaking.
"Sister... I can't believe you've been so big"
Against my sister once, the moment I fall back into the street with the intention of becoming bigger than my sister, but I feel like the difference keeps opening up. And in this case, it opened even wider.
"I wonder if he's become something I can't reach anymore."
"That's not true. If you give up, that's where your life ends."
It was Natsuko Takajo, the boss of the wholesale organization Sigh Addiction, to which Moment One belongs, who put his hand on the depressing Moment One head to comfort him.
"Why don't you call your sister and encourage her? I'm sure if I heard your voice momentarily, your sister would be thrilled and power for that matter."
"Yeah... I'll meet you around, I'll call you"
Even as I questioned whether it would really inspire me with my own voice, I decided to call my sister for a moment.
Two Japanese were staying in one of the rooms of a cheap motel in a place called the Hillbrow District, in Johannesburg, the largest city in the Republic of South Africa.
"I didn't expect that Mika would stand on her back street."
A man with a good mustache stature says funny looking at the display.
"It sounds like the residents of the back street don't think it makes any difference. There's no way out of the back streets."
A bearded man - 400,000 eagle hiccups - gives a frightened look.
"That's impossible, but you don't know, this"
A small Japanese with a child's face sitting in the front of Eagle Hinck spills a mockery as he scratches up his glasses.
"Oh. The guys on the back street are going to have a peaceful japanese-like mess. If it's the same as it was yesterday and today, I don't believe and doubt that the world will remain the same if there is no change tomorrow."
Hayahiko, who was once a resident of Japan's back streets himself, had a long life abroad, which made it difficult for him to understand what it felt like to be Japanese.
"It's something that's going to change slightly. At least we've seen the world change over and over again. Yes, the world is a trivial trigger."
The little Japanese - the man known as the rare revolutionary and who would undoubtedly make his name in history - Bowman Amano ran out of words with certainty.
"No, to be precise, I've changed it - but"
"That's a little proud and disgusting"
To the words of the bowman he added, Hawk Hiko poked with a laugh.
"Is it Sarah Demon? Demon Clan... I miss you."
Lily had an evil grin as she poured tea inside the teacup.
"Oh, my mom's up to something wrong. Are you going to break this argument, Butch?
Akiko asks.
"Akiko... you're welcome to decide I'm up to something just because I'm laughing"
"Aha, then why were you laughing?"
That's what I asked him.
"I killed the head of her clan, Mikhail Demon. Back then..."
A lily that swallows the almost spoken word.
(You were still with Junko back then.)
Lily was able to pull in, thinking that she did not want me to hear such a dialogue in front of Akiko and the Rakuzuki.
"I don't know if it's that daughter, grandson or niece, but I don't know if you want to come to Japan where I am and do whatever you want. If you seem too blind, I'll give you the same eye as Mikhail."
"What's the same eye? Oh, I knew I didn't have to tell you. I don't care what happens."
Asked, Akiko pulled in the question.
I'm not going to answer that question.
Whimpering in his mouth, Lily carried the teacup to his mouth.
The terminal organization Plutonium Dundee was finally able to move Azito to the heart of Euthanasia City.
The boss's dream of coming and Kehiko, who has no home to return to, is still the life of Ajito in our home. But Sauna and Angel go home properly.
But that day, I saw the announcement that Mika Tsukinawa and Sarah Demon would be coming to the public debate betting on the fate of the back street, and Angel and Mina stayed late and were totally thrilled with the topic.
"The boss is right. You're kidding me very much. Don't know anything about the feelings of the fallen in the back streets, just look on one side and deny it."
Poona talks angrily.
"How can there be no more backstreets? I don't want to go back now."
Kehiko with a fed up face.
"Don't worry, Brother Kehiko. 'Cause that's definitely not true."
A naked coming dream tells me, smiling at Kahiko.
"How can you be so sure of that?
"If Luciferin Dust is getting any better, it's because I'm going to kill all these guys. Don't you even know that?
Khiko spilled a bitter laugh when she found out it wasn't a joke in her comedian dream telling her to tease.
"Even if the back streets don't disappear, there can be a weakening."
Angel says, the coming dream looks out the window and laughs invincibly.
Outside the window were plants cut into the shape of pandas. I brought it from the previous Ajit.
"If the backstreet position is worse than it is now, we will not abandon this world. No matter how oppressed you are, live here. Fight. Survive even by slaughtering ordinary people. This world itself is my life. I'd do anything to protect your life, wouldn't I? Naturally, right? Yeah, naturally."
I knew I was totally serious about my coming dreams, which I would say with a cool face, and Mina was dreaming of coming with her scary eyes.
(This child is twelve years old and has already shown one of the scales of the Demon King. Fallen angel.)
I look down on my dreams and Angel spills a smile on my mouth.
(All I do is hang out with my dreams. I will not leave my dreams until I die, and only if they are in the same direction as my dreams are coming, because I have been watching)
Had I been alone with my coming dreams, I would have been Khiko, who would not hesitate to put the dialogue now in my brain into my mouth, but in front of Poona and Angel, I was ashamed to say it.
The dog breeder looked at the announcement site with a slight laugh.
(Yoshiku, I'm trying. He could do it, kid. I knew it. You mean the novelist. Yeah, he's a vessel that can be the main character)
I remember hiring Van Damme at the time of his previous visit.
(I guess I'll use it again sometime. If you treat him the most wrong way, he can peel his fangs off this way too, so you have to be careful)