Play with Mad Scientists!

"Jap!"

Kawahara in the evening. In the rear, where there are large numbers of children, the alien shouts and rests on the middle waist.

A tall sound that echoes Kawahara. The alien rushes out abruptly.

"Jeep!"

With the call, its strange presence jumps loudly and raises its mitted hands high. The ball fits beautifully in the mitt.

"Eh, you're taking that..."

A batter boy who thought he had given a running home run hit drops his shoulder disappointingly.

"A boulder, Angelina."

"I mean, it's advantageous for the tall part. Angelina, what about the team you put in?

"Jaaaaaaap! Jaaaaap!

Elementary school seniors and the children's words seemed to be heard by those who had grown hands and feet of men in the bodies of the dolphins, defending the outfield, while raising a protested voice, throwing the ball at the pitcher.

"I disagree."

"We're starting to understand Angelina's words."

"Yeah, I only say Jap, but I know it very well"

Funny laughing kids. And there...

"Oicolar, it's already dark, and it's time to go home."

A middle-aged police officer, who was riding his bike and patrolling the dirt, speaks to the children playing baseball in Kawahara.

"Yabe, it's an Oicola cop."

"Daiji-bu. We have Angelina. Come on."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't be frightened with Angelina."

When the children reply, the children and the face-to-face police officer smile and exhale small as if they had no choice.

"Shit, not at all. You have to leave as soon as you can. Angelina, nice to meet you."

"Jap!"

The mysterious dolphin person - Angelina, responding with a single shout at a police officer, lets him slap his arm with a punch that created a leioma.

For some time afterwards, the kids and Angelina continued to play baseball, but eventually the ball became more difficult to see, so it opened up.

"Bye."

"Angelina, again."

"Jarp."

The children wave along with their farewell greetings, as does Angelina.

Without the children, in a perfectly sunny river plain, Angelina sits up and takes a deep sigh.

I wondered what I was doing.

He once hated the Japanese violently and killed them in a brutal way, but is now completely familiar with life in Japan. There were also more people close to me.

What would they think of the outrage they had once committed? My chest hurts so badly when I think about it that way.

I really like the current dolphin body. That's why I'm not willing to forgive Junko Yukioka for modifying myself into this body, but I have no desire to go back to being the original person. You can stay like this for the rest of your life. And I like my life right now.

Not so when it comes to whether hatred of the Japanese has completely disappeared. I'm sure the Japanese are still hunting dolphins and whales. Conscious of that, I still can't be there or not.

On the other hand, guilt sprouted over the killing of many Japanese once in a brutal way, so hard that every time I became aware of it, I was going to go crazy.

Tortured life at the Institute of Biology in Moment. Life with the person who freed me from it. And numerous encounters since. There was a lot going on, and Angelina was completely revamped. But - it's hell because I've revamped. I continue to suffer from the weight of my sins.

"Pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

"Jah!?

Suddenly a strange scream rose nearby, and Angelina looked up.

'No, no, no, no, no! Hate me. Wow, wow. I'll never forget.

"Ja, jaaaaaaaa!?

Angelina was even more surprised to see it suddenly surfaced in the universe. Attract to fear, stick your buttocks together.

The form is the human form, but there was a translucent monster floating in the universe, surprisingly filled with overlapping, melting little faces of anger and hatred.

"You, me, my people. Okay, no, no, no! Oh, my God! Your hateful heart is fading, Lulululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululu I can't have this. Ahhhhhhhhh! We're gonna merge! We're gonna merge! Combine and empower, get your hatred back. Yeah, yeah, yeah! I'm gonna break everything with you. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Jaaaaaa!"

When the monster screamed, he lay his own body on Angelina's body.

Angelina remembers Dejav. Something similar happened once, but this time they don't take in the flesh. The other person is coming into me. Besides, the other person has no flesh. I was entered and understood that this was a spirit.

"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

intense rejection. I know how to resist, because I'm going through it once. I can do more than that.

"Nah, man. What the fuck? Aaahhh!? This strength of mine, no, individual strength...... the strength of my soul is aaaaaaaaaaa! Hih-no! On the contrary they swallow lululu uuuu!? Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

The Spirit screams of the Terminator. I didn't form a Buddha, but that one was almost lost. My ego became thin and only my powers were swallowed up by Angelina.

"Jap......"

Angelina laughs niggly. Even a dolphin's mouth can express joy, and that's what passes into a person's eyes.

"Jaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Angelina gave a shout of joy to the satisfaction of gaining new power.

That was a few days ago.

There's nothing I can do about it. There's something I have to admit that can't be done.

"Damn..."

The girl fell in the middle of a bloody, bloody mess, poisoned. The blood that spreads on the floor isn't just your own. Most of them belong to people who are falling all around them.

"Can you slap a flying bird and slap it in the air and kill it?

Not a glance at the girl crawling up and looking up, mouthing such a dialogue, the man walks away slowly.

I said, "Today I am!" Boo! Besides, it's Belzebub, the king of Tsubaki! Boo! Boo!

The man was walking halfway, but suddenly he was in a good mood, spreading his hands to the side and running for a small run.

The person to kill. That's the hard opponent.

If you give up like this, you will paint mud on the history of a clan of origins dating back to the Meiji period. Neither will the dead be rewarded. But that's why it was also visible to make extra sacrifices if further pursuits were made.

The decision of bitter reluctance as the master. I just have to give up.

Several of the faces I see are rolling. Become an untold corpse. We're killing each other, so I know the logic that we can't help it, but still regret it. Still resentful.

"Ha... ya... ma..."

The girl speaks of the name of an abominable target who turned us back. I swear to my heart that whenever I get the chance, I will definitely put a stop to it.

That was years ago.

Men dream the same dream over and over again. The contents of that dream are the roots of a man.

When I was a child, I saw the sea for the first time in my life, from a beautiful place. It was beautiful. It took my heart. I burned it to my heart.

I want to make this beauty my thing. I want to make it my own and to be alone. I don't want to show it to anyone. That feeling boiled in him, but it was also understandable to the child's self at the time that it was impossible. At the same time, I remembered why it was impossible and irrational.

A man wakes up.

If you describe the man's appearance in a word, all I can say is that he is out of phase.

The unusually wide forehead is not only due to the receding hairline of the forehead. Because only the part of the forehead expands greatly to reveal it.

Her eyes are thin and her cheeks are peeled off, but her skin is stubborn. No wrinkles. But I don't know how old I am. The truth is you look young even though you're old, and you actually look young but old. I wouldn't be in my twenties, but I can't tell from it just from thirty to the top.

Hands and feet are short and thin. The same goes for the torso. It is a triceps, large only in the imbalance of the head. Low enough to say dwarf. The size of the head and forehead is also unbalanced, but the hands are also distorted and different. Fingers are thin and long without interruption. It's like a Nanafushi limb.

Even if you are not a discriminating person, it is impossible to associate an out-of-the-way creature with a glance at the person, as if he were a person and not a person. It's so creepy, human apart.

The name of the man is Electric (Den Deng) and Yamazaki (Wasabi noodles). The actual age is over 100.

Yamaki Noisuke sat in her suit in front of the desk in the office, staring at the display floating on the desk. No matter, the suit and chair are tailored to suit him.

Play and manipulate the display with unusually long fingers that would be more than three times your own palms.

"It's time for four years... the year of the Ethereal Moon Festival"

With a unique voice that crouched high, Yamagatasuke shrugs.

"At this age, my heart turns to pieces. The more the curse is loving."

"The number of cursed people is on the rise year after year."

The butler in the same room says with a difficult face. Deacon was old if only looked at his face, and his head was much thinner, but I can see that his body shape is disappointing even from above his clothes. He has wide shoulders, thick chest plate, thick arms, extended back and pins, and a firm lower body. Even if I look at that face, I can see one scale that I was a beautiful man when I was younger.

By the way, I don't wear swallow tail clothes or anything like that that appears in cartoons and comics. It's a very ordinary suit. If I was dressed like that, I couldn't help but stand out when I was out.

"I don't think it's a good trend as far as I'm concerned. And many of those cursed will have Lucanenko's influence."

"I guess."

With his long fingers on his small jaw, Yamaki Noisuke agrees with the butler and conceives.

"With me, Lucanenko takes care of me. But - Ah, he spread his hands too far unrestrained. Maybe I shouldn't admit it, like buying or selling curses."

"Those who are hostile to Lucanenko and attempt to be deceased will not refuse to follow. More than half of the clan is in the final stages of being assassinated for buying grudges."

"Nkukuku... the one who buys and sells the curse buys the grudge - or"

The butler's words are strange, and Aoinosuke leaks laughter.

"There is a limit. Those who have stepped over it are awaiting the price of risk. I can tell you that Lucanenko is stepping over at that point in the business, but that girl went further. Unacceptable to me. That girl... stepped into the same realm as my own. I've come into a world where only I can see."

"I'll arrange it right away"

I salute you, Deacon, who projects the display in front of you.

"Wait."

Yamanosuke stops the butler.

"Lucanenko's daughter is cursed, too, and we can join the festival."

The words alone made the Deacon perceive the Lord's thoughts.

"Waiting for the time of year, be careful not to kill him, guide him. I'll entertain you before you die."

"Yes, sir."

Sincerely again, the butler turned off the display.

"Even if you can't make that ocean just for me..."

Yamaki Noisuke squeaks pompously as she thinks of the sight that has become her roots.

That was eight months ago.