Spring break when Yu graduated from middle school. Yu had this conversation with the dog owner.
"I hate the idea of regulating everything immediately, not just the creations. Of course, they do it, they do it."
Sitting on the edge of the dawn mansion, looking up at the cloudy weather with a reluctant look, the dog owner said.
"I'd say that scientific civilization is stalled or something, but still, from the past to the future - with the shifts of times, the world becomes a lot more convenient, and new good things are born. But are you sure the times themselves are getting better? Is man evolving? I've lost a lot of things."
The theory that used to be better still doesn't pin for fifteen-year-old Yu.
"It used to be pretty obvious. The more we go back in time, the more likely the world is. The more times go by, do it by law. This or regulated, the less free and uncomfortable the world is. Who's chaining up the world like this for what? So who's getting what?
That's all they said, and Yu understood. Certainly in the old days, the regulations didn't seem tighter.
"Sooner or later, the world will be straight to a thoroughly managed distopia."
Yu said, making tea in the now.
"It could be, right? Laws are considered absolute in a state governed by the rule of law, but laws and ethics are only annoying if they are too tight. Backstreet can't be said to be its resistance - can it?
Yu also knows that there are not many dog breeders involved in the back streets. I don't know the details until I know exactly what kind of involvement there is.
"You know how many times my novel has been given to me, along with the PTA woman who loves regulation, right? Something bad for the development of teenagers. Ridiculous. The world is overflowing with evil, and it would be the role of parents to make sure the child is not affected by that evil. Give him up and blame him for something else. I don't care what you regulate, you only grow up to be a fool. Oh, it's abominable just to remember. I'll put them together in one place one of these days, and I'll burn them to death. I wonder if that'll make you feel any better?
"Is that what caused the dog owner to quit writing a novel after a while?
"No, I'm not. I was wondering if I could break my brush because of all those garbage worms."
To Yu's question, after laughing lightly, the dog owner turned into an indescribably sinister face.
"I wonder if I was shaded by my willingness to create just when I received the Brain Reduction Literature Award. I wasn't too happy to get a prize. It was rather cold. For what reason? Because I realized I couldn't describe a novel. It's too weak to grasp people's minds, and there's a limit to expression. No matter how many sentences you dig into psychological or scenario depiction, it doesn't matter how much you dig into pictures, sounds, or moving expressive techniques."
Listening to the dog owner, Yu was shocked. Even though Yu loved the dog breeder's novel, it was quite tight to be told by the author, the dog breeder's own mouth, that the novel was inferior to other expressive techniques, etc.
"You guess at a time when there's a fool to authority literature. The culture of authoritarianism ends at that point. No matter how noble you take it and look down on others as childish vulgar, the text doesn't grasp people's minds stronger than paintings and video. Actually, I can draw comics, too. It's super bad, though. So, I tried it one time. Online, try to publish a novel or comic book anonymously, which will be appreciated. Results are visible and unbroken. If you have a super bad picture comic strip that I painted and it's a few hundred thousand visits, but you've written a novel that's sneaky anonymous, but never clueless, and you're serious, I've had about 300 visits. This is the truth and reality. I don't think so, although the companion is blaming the Internet for something like that."
Freshly so far, the dog owner notices only the water that was served next door at some point and drinks up the tea inside all at once.
"I... I think that idea is strange... Sentences have the appeal of sentences, and I like novels best. Dog breeder's novel is one of my favorites."
Couldn't think of a thoughtful word, and Yu, with a trembling voice, bumped straight into what he thought.
"Thanks. Did I hurt you...? Did I say I'm a little tight... sorry."
Looking back at Yu, he saw Yu looking like he was about to squeal, and the dog owner remembered and apologized for his endless bad bat, as he had never felt in the past few years.
No one in the life of a dog breeder has admired himself more than Yu.
Midori also admires herself, but her inner flavor was almost out-of-pocket, and her mental age was already older than that of a dog breeder as of her toddler.
Yu looked at me as a child and admired me as a respectable elder about the dog breeder. You can't be happy if you try being a dog owner, and you can't help but be cute about Yu. My chest hurts so thoroughly that such a good man made me feel so sorry for myself that I was about to cry out now.
"Well... I'm so sorry. I regret it, but I still like the world of texts. If I were more foolish with you, the fools wouldn't know the depth of literature, but they could have discredited the others and delighted themselves, but I don't have the brain structure to congratulate them on thinking that way."
I know you're hurting Yu, but I was wondering if I'd stop talking along the way, and I decided to spit it all out. Dog breeders were also calculating that there would be places where they would feel superior and that it would lead to her growth.
"One of these days I got confused and couldn't write anything. I want to write, but I can't. So I decided to create a story in real life. Create stories in real life, not in sentences"
In the words of the dog owner, Yu thought of his father. Even if I don't like it, I think of it.
Optical Next escaped from reality to delusion. I don't write novels, I even make stories just in my head, and I just keep running away from being their protagonist. But on the other hand, dog breeders tend to realize it in real life.
Yu recalls the last book written by a dog owner. The title "God is a playwright". All men in this world talk about actors who move according to the script written by the gods, the protagonists finding out about it, and even though they are on the stage created by the gods, they take the same power as God and move the world as they wish.
"Have you ever wondered what would happen if you snapped the person in front of you, or what would happen if you strangled a cute cat along the way? I think about that all the time. I don't know if I should light it here, or if I want to cut my life line here. So, I don't do terrible things like strangle a cat, but other than that, I do pretty good. Don't let them find out."
"I'd love to try that, too."
To Yu's unexpected offer, the dog owner tasted the thought of his blood chilling.
(Say something extra... did I negatively affect this guy?
I didn't even think about that possibility at all, but when the boulder clearly tells me, I think I did something unsavory.
"Of which...... Yeah, one of these days we'll do that together and we'll play... maybe."
He was a dog breeder who clouded his words while upset, but at this time he had no idea. What do you mean, Yu makes a solid plan, wants to make a dog breeder's novel a reality, tangles up to his own father there, etc.
The truth that left the rice knife returns to the living room.
"Didn't you kill him? I mean, do you feel like I used it as an experimental bench to get rid of you so you wouldn't kill me?
Junko sitting on the couch looks up to the truth and spreads his usual uncontrolled grin.
"Why do you need to kill me? What do you mean, an experimental bench? He just came to say hello. If you've attacked me here, you won't bother to push the call bell."
"Haha, there you go -"
There was something wrong with the truth of saying it was soggy, and Junko raised her voice and laughed. I didn't expect to get it back like this.
"So, Yukioka. What kind of deal did you make with the rulers to get them to admit the murder club, to get them to cooperate?
"Midori's interested too. It's time to reveal it, Jun Sister."
"Oh, I promised I'd teach you."
Obsessed with True and Midori, Junko decided to tell the truth about how he was making what would become a murder club work.
"It's not even that funny a truth. I made a deal to dedicate the people I worked out at the murder club as warriors in the country. As part of the spiritual defense. If we do that, it's not going to be of great benefit to the state."
"Ugh, that's how it worked."
Midori and True were convinced how the existence of the murder club was recognized and protected by the state.
"What a super sword swallowing substitute for a murder club, I was wondering why state power is protecting it, but you had such an agreement with your pure sister ~"
"The 'private oilfielder' led by the Demon clan was leaping in an effort to sharpen the power of Japan because I found out in the noise of 'Luciferin Dust' the other day. As far as Japan is concerned, I would like to gauge the increase in strength in order to counter it. I was sure that if you brought this story out of my mouth, you would definitely follow me. I thought this was just the right time to play."
"Rust had planned to do an elite sorting of the Homicide Club members that Snow Oka could use, but with the intervention of a formalin-pickled president, you saved him the hassle of sorting it?"
If you try to be a pure child to use for those at your convenience without distinction between enemy allies, the truth is that it would have been nothing but a sea onion for the President pickled in formalin to pluck into a fight hostile to the murder club.
"Heh, I have my doubts. Some of the people who joined the murder club were drunk enough to kill them, and they listen to what they say?"
Midori speaks naturally.
"Anyway, if you're just drunk about killing, the type that ignores the rules of the murder club and kills it on its own, or kills the good guys, the bad guys, without vision, sort it out and wiggle it down along the way, right? People like that won't be able to use it, even in subsequent activities. Murder club decisions sometimes made it easier to pre-empt pressure on the police to keep the number of murders down without increasing them too much, but there was also a nuance that it was for sorting them out."
And so Junko smiled and saw the truth.
"Those who ignore the rules, in the form of commissioned murder, good men, bad men, those who kill without sight, in the form of truly you kill, each reasonably solemn."
"A plan that has been woven into my actions..."
True to think of myself as a sinister face in my head.
"To make the guys at the murder club listen to what they have to say - to make sure they have to be the assassins of the country, and finally crush the murder club flashly, is that what Pure Sister said?"
"There were some miscalculations and unexpected events, though. I didn't think a formalin-pickled president would be involved. Well, I was the one who tried to get the police to flush the list of members of the murder club to the formalin-pickled president to join the war. I also expected that relative forces would be created and exposed to the public, and if they did not occur, I would have intentionally caused them to occur to a certain extent from me. Most of all, Mr. Kettlehill made a fancy move that was quite beyond my imagination."
Saying to Midori, Junko laughs like a prank.
"There's also the aspect that the rulers admitted because they had the murder club for a limited time, isn't there?
And, Midori.
"Of course there is. Yikes. If this kind of organization is to last forever, people in the ruling class won't be able to resist."
"Isn't a formalin-pickled president really such an organization?"
Truth pokes. It's a much poorer organization than a murder club, killing ordinary people in a brutal way for quite some time to make it a show. But neither the police nor the hub can contain it.
"It's like the rulers who are protecting that organization under their jurisdiction are again different from the people I've dealt with this time. I don't know much about it either. You might find out by looking into it, but I'm not going to."
"At a time when I'm protecting such an organization, I guess he's not even quite the right guy. The rulers said there are many good men, and your valves are incredible."
"There's a lot going on in the ruler class, too. One way or another, there are more good guys, but I wonder if you feel there are some bad guys."
I really wonder if I can find out who the bad guy is and kill him. If I could figure out who I was, and if I had the chance, I decided on my mind to make sure I did it in order to crush the nasty organization of a formalin-pickled president.