The small countries of the Middle East where Omar was born have been in a state of civil unrest since his birth.
When Omar was ten years old, government forces pushed him into the house, calling him a flavor of anti-government forces, killing his parents in front of Omar's eyes, and his eight-year-old sister turned into a meat potty for the soldiers. My six-year-old brother, who cried, was told to shut up and was shot in the head and quieted forever.
Omar and his sister were then taken over by the old lady in the neighborhood and the civil unrest ended four months after that.
Three years later, the remnants of the anti-government forces began to tread in the country as terrorists, and new terrorists joined those who could not forget the tyranny of the government forces. Omar also joined one of the large terrorist groups at the age of eleven, surviving repeated attacks.
Days of prolonged and repeated terrorism. Years and years, even days of terrorism and continuing to kill people.
Omar gradually stopped knowing what he was fighting for. At first he left himself to anger and hatred, but with some destruction and repeated killing, those emotions faded gradually. Omar remembered that anger would disappear sooner or later if he even spit it out.
One day, knowing that some of the people who died in the terrorist attacks were old women who took care of them when they lost their families, Omar went to grief and decided to wash his legs from the terrorists who had gone on for more than sixteen years, fleeing to Japan. It was when I was twenty-eight.
Omar suffered from a severe illness in Japan. Even more haunted by hallucinations, hallucinations and nightmares, when he turns thirty, he knocks on the gates of the Snow Oka Institute instead of committing suicide.
Omar modified to pure child, but the psychosis did not improve.
Omar worshipped Junko as a goddess-like being and desperately sought salvation, but such Omar's behavior touched Junko's annoying sensors, and he was treated like a rat and left alone.
Then, getting to know and love the future, Omar's heart was saved. My heart disease has also healed dramatically. Stable. Still, Omar was saved. I have happy days now, and with the future, I don't care whenever I die.
It doesn't matter to Omar either, as the rat community is like they went in with the future, but they behaved like that future doesn't matter to the community or anything else. Omar just keeps up with the future. Just protect the future.
Omar was born in a country of male superior thought, but we know that this is not such a country, and we can't possibly do such a bare gesture in front of the future. So if you hate me, now's the time to kill yourself.
"Krae."
Omar shows his palm tattoo toward the truth.
The truth meditated firmly on his eyes, and with his eyes meditated, he fired a gun at the window. Omar pulling in in haste.
"Your abilities don't work because I can fight to a certain extent without looking at them."
It is true that such training is carefully tapped into by pure children.
"E, Zului"
Omar gets upset that his ability to keep it doesn't work.
Omar is true, he has fought twice in the past, but the first time - when True was a mercenary, when he was still immature, he grew to look different in the ensuing fighting at the Yukioka Institute. I doubt quite a bit about the truth, which will surely be stronger now, and whether we can win with gunshots.
Omar and I are warrior soldiers who have engaged with the military during terrorist activities and have fought shootouts more than once, but we somehow know that neither physical ability nor combat experience will truly extend today.
Still, it's not like there's no winning chance at all. To some extent inferior, the rest can be managed with luck, rush and effort. Not to mention the truth is, right now, I'm trying to meditate my eyes and fight.
Omar disappears and sneaks down the window. I'm responding to a kill request. Truth is, Omar stepped on that I don't know this move.
(That means you're on the move. Probably teasing me of the unintended blow from below)
But the truth was I was alert when I read Omar's behavior.
Meanwhile, the future was tired and melee.
Tired always uses attacks dominated by poking.
(This kid, same as you, or faster than that. Besides... the movement is sophisticated)
The future was wrapped around my tongue, tired of moving faster than I was phantomized. In addition to that, the attack is accurate and sharp, with a sword piercing his body several times.
The future has no regenerative capacity, but skin and muscle strengthening will not damage it with a slight or gentle attack. I ate a few bursts of tiredness but was inhibited by meat pressure and could not pierce it. The tip was slightly stabbed. In the meantime, the future moves at high speeds, so the aim is uncertain.
Tired shows a gap and invites future attacks. The future comes on, wielding sharp nails over tired heads.
The tiredness that had predicted its movement lays low and slashes the abdomen of the future by waving a sword wide from body to body.
I'm not responding. In other words, tired decides that he turned down his future belly without being inhibited by meaty thickness.
Seeing and confirming with his eyes, he could see the future flooding his belly with blood and organs, spitting blood and nodding. The future makes me look like I'm going to cry, with my own hands, and desperately keep my organs from flooding out.
Neither Omar nor True realizes that there has been a battle between tiredness and the future. It was a shootout that began on the ground, concentrating nerves only on each other's enemies.
Omar's sneaking off to earth was truly read, but therefore unsuccessful. Drop the bullet without jeopardy, read Omar's movements with signs, and shoot the gun back.
Truly, the battle with your eyes closed is not so bitter when you are knocked in so much as to dislike combat training with your sight taken away. However, it is difficult to say battle in best conditions because you cannot even know the position of moving objects other than enemies, and you have to know the terrain well in advance.
Omar uses the street tree as a shield to shoot. I really did shoot back, but I thought about it and missed the time to pull the trigger.
Tempo went mad and Omar rode himself out of the shield at a time he shouldn't have left.
Truth is read the timing and then shoot.
"Oooo......"
A true bullet pierces Omar's chest. Omar collapses with groans.
So Omar saw. Defeated tirelessly, looking like Miki falling in a bloodbath.
"Aww... Miki..."
Omar reaching for the fallen Miki.
"Miki... Miki..."
Crying and calling his name, he crawls desperately toward Miki and stretches his hand over and over as if trying to grab Miki.
"Shit... it's far away... fuck off..."
The future also turns to Omar and reaches out and smiles powerlessly.
When the truth approached Omar silently and held Omar's body up, he took him to Miki's side and lowered him to overlap.
"Ooh... Sin, Aligato..."
Covered in Miki, he hugs with all the last remaining power, and Omar speaks of gratitude.
"You're an idiot. It was my chance, so I should have seen the gap and stabbed him."
A future held by Omar, with a blissful look on his face, slapping haters.
"Sonnakotodekinai. Sin, Iyatsudakara"
"I know. You too... you're a good guy. Because you like people... go-ho... you're like an asshole..."
"Junko... Junko... Aitai"
Where I was in a good mood, Omar said such a thing, so the future glanced at me.
"Shit... Junko Junko until this time... He abandoned me."
"uuu...... olemou kokokodeshinu...... miki...... mamorenakutegomenasai"
"Fine. Better than that... you, Junko... which one do you like better?
Depending on the answer, I'm divided into heaven or hell. While aware of that, the future asks.
"Junko...... Suki"
Hell, I thought the future was going to be disappointing.
"Demo, Mikihamotsuki...... Mikinohougazztski. Datte, Yaracete...... Krell...... Kara"
"Goho...... ahoy"
The future made me laugh as I spit out blood at the dialogue Omar continued to mouth. I feel like I've been badly saved - I feel like I've won.
(It was a fucking life, but when I die... I think I'm the happiest person in the world. It's ironic...)
Looking up at Omar's face, which had expired earlier, the future was blurry and thinking about that, while he was fading consciousness and realizing he was disappearing.