Thirteen years ago now, Kwangman craved strong power.
The dignity of the meat chunks led to many deaths in the war. In that protest, a tragedy ensued in which a police officer from the Juvenile Division, in which Kaori was secretly in love, would die wearing Kaori.
The light man remembered Dejav for the sight. Similar things have happened before.
And the incense seedlings left much of the shock, the dignity of the meat chunks.
Kwangman was particularly adored by Kaori, but I found out it was only because he was the youngest and the child.
Mitsuo is also shocked by the loss of the incense seedlings and wants to be a strong man, for which he chooses no means and visits the Yukooka Institute.
"I don't want to die on an experimental bench. Yikes. I'll put up with pain and suffering, so don't die. I want strong power."
"How exactly do you want to be strong?
"Uh, uh... I'm strong anyway. I want to be strong and recognized, and I protected it."
Hikaru looks like something like a senior year in elementary school, but Junko detects in a slight conversation that his actual mental age has stopped at a younger age.
"You want to protect me? What made you think that? If you don't give me some more details, I can't do the modifications you want. Okay? Even if they tell me it's not like this since I remodeled it, I'm in trouble too, and you don't like Mitsuo, right?
"Oh, yeah. Hey. Uh, uh..."
I was wondering where to start for a while and began to speak for the reasons that led me to fall into the back streets.
Mitsuo Sakurai's parents raised Mitsuo with a mild intellectual disability by drowning.
But while drowning, he did not try to spoil it because it was a disorder, but educated it exactly.
"As you know, you're worse at it than the other kids. She was inferior to normal at the time she entered a special grade. But, you know, we still have to live as hard as we can. I need to be able to study a little and be smart, mingle in people, and live as part of society. Move forward a little bit, climb up a little bit."
The dialogue at this time, which his father spoke with a gentle expression, but with strength, burned firmly in the memory of the light man, and in the soul.
But my parents died when Kotomo was ten years old. We got caught up in a backstreet fight.
An organization involved in the war was the dignity of freshly launched meat chunks. Kaori, who was the boss, apologized to Mitsuko, and his relatives turned him around, picking up the Mitsuko, who was trying to get him into the facility.
Mitsuo didn't resent Kaori or the organization. Because I felt a definite gratitude and sincerity for Kaori. I didn't mean them maliciously, I cut them off as having no choice. While annoying with intellectual disability, there was also a better side to the light man than the other children. It is the strength of the will to discern the eyes, to suppress emotions and to discern the truth.
Kwangman just didn't let himself be under the protection of Kaori, he could just do what he could, so he offered to work and became part of the organization.
Kaori liked Hikaru, and Hikaru begins to fall in love with Kaori. But an example occurred, and Kaori disappeared from before the light man.
Mitsuo spoke so far in front of Junko, calming his feelings before suing him.
"I've always been protected. Even the organization has just been protected. But from now on... I protected it. Mr. Takeda is gone. Mr. Takeda left us. Instead, I protected everyone in the organization. But I know there's nothing I can do about it. If the organization gets attacked again, I could die, and so could everyone. That's why I have the strength to protect you. [M] To keep the poor man out no more."
"Is that all?
Asked by Junko, Mitsuko behaved embarrassingly, but honestly.
"Takeda also... because I want to be recognized... One day when I see you again, I want you to praise me... Maybe if I work hard, we'll be together again..."
Seeing a blushing, nagging light man, Junko feels smiling. I was actually smiling.
Junko also has a preference for experimental benches. Empower the honest, hard-working, uplifting, and pure with strength that suits their needs, even outside of modification.
Unlike them, self-serving vengeance purposes and experimental bench applicants with a desire for ruin also love them. Because it can be adapted to the needs and perfectly adapted without the risk of life.
"It takes a lot of money to get strong power. So if you don't want to die or curb the risk of death... no matter how much I do, the way is limited."
Junko circles his head and remembers the magic props he recently got.
"You're better suited to a heroic mouse, so let's make it a heroic mouse and strengthen your flesh and gain another strong ability besides that."
With that said, Junko brought something from the room where the magic props and artifacts were placed and showed it to the light man.
Kwangman shivered when he saw it. It said 'hate' in black letters, because it was a human tongue.
"This is a cursed magic prop," The Tongue of the Unheld, "recently created jointly by Mr. Kisan Lucanenko and I, in collaboration with science and witchcraft. I've transplanted this into your body, and I need you to take an oath."
"An oath? Don't you have one?
Junko picks his tongue and tries to blame it in front of the light man.
"You're going to lose something. or fail to get something. Or have something banned. By paying the price, you curse those who have something you lose - something you don't get. Precisely, it revolves around you and generates a space of curse, and anyone in that space is cursed without question. A little bit of a price. Then I think it's ineffective. You have to be quite prepared to lose it."
"Well... bye"
Mitsuko was listening to Junko and remembering Kaori.
"I don't think about Takeda my whole life."
"Uh..."
Junko was stunned because words popped out of Mitsuko's mouth that I never thought of.
Kwangman was just old enough to learn to masturbate and was delayed in masturbating thinking about Kaori as he did every day, but that seemed to be doing something so bad that he was always captured by guilt. I heard the terms put out by Junko and saw it as a good opportunity to quit.
"I guess that's a little... impossible. Yeah."
Junko grinned bitterly with her cheeks and said no sorry.
"Mm-hmm... bye, I'll be married for life"
"Well then... I wonder if you're weak"
"Well, then, I won't do anything H for the rest of my life. I'm not gonna do it. I haven't done it yet, but I'm not gonna do it."
"Pakoko..."
Though he is once again a trumpeted pure child, and this is how the virgin warrior Dowtaider was born.
Two people, Umezu and Kaori, head to a place where there is an azito of meat chunks dignity. It was due to the information that Hayashi threw up, but he had already seen that there was no one there, and Kaori and the others had decided so, so he went to explore whether there were any clues in small numbers.
A man named Konosuke Kennagi, who was openly spoken by Jinji, once worked with him as a detective in the same backstreet section.
Honestly, I wasn't a very good impression man from the scented seedlings. I hardly ever get involved with anyone else and never let myself out, but I've never even seen them laugh at the impression that they're constantly dragging something dark. I don't do anything like go out for drinks with colleagues, and I don't even come in for a chat. I was totally building a wall.
Why did the sword holders who worked in the same section go into the dignity of the meat chunks they were formerly bosses of? Scented seedlings that I suspect are of any relevance. But I can't think of anything.
"I knew it was already a shell."
Enter the half-defunct Love Hotel lobby and Umezu squeaks. There are no signs of people at all. There's dust all over it.
"This is..."
Under the desk at the front desk, Kaori found something.
A whistle that stretches when you blow round, colorful paper. That unknown whistle is commonly sold on edges, etc. The official name is called blowback.
It falls as if it were just garbage, but Kaori remembers this toy. At a time when I was the boss of the dignity of meat chunks, we all went to a festival and bought it for the light man.
Kwangman was happy and repeatedly blew and returned with the same blowback added for days, so if Kaori cautioned against it because it was annoying and depressing, he was depressed.
(You've always had it important? No... throwing away memorabilia, like trash, appropriately what you had so dearly? I mean, is this... a message?
Seems like garbage at first sight, so Kaori reckons she left it here so that she could just pass it on to herself, in anticipation of being seen as having no problem leaving it alone.
(Memorabilia... Memorabilia...)
I think about it, I think about it.
(Maybe that one?
"You figured something out?
Seeing how Kaori is doing, Umezu speaks up.
"Let me act alone."
"Oh, no."
Umezu immediately dismisses Kaori's request.
"Maybe I have to be alone. Someone...... could be waiting. He might not show up when he's gone."
"What if it's a trap?
"Worst case scenario is I just lose. Good luck with the rest."
Kaori walks out of the hotel in a powerful foothold. Umezu shrugged his shoulders too and followed him on the tannic side.