It grows. But what is there to fulfill before it grows?
"Die... die..."
A child who hits a Phantom doll over and over again with a police officer doll, whining and bumping in the dark room corner.
The uncle and his wife, who took over the child who had lost their parents, watched the sight softly with the thought of a torn chest.
Some of the children still have the hatred and anger of being murdered by their parents. Deeply wounded, the mind drifts through the darkness.
Somehow my uncle and his wife could normally have a conversation about whether it was worth it to take the child to a counselor or to take him on frequent trips, and I went to school and made friends as well.
But the truth is, the child's heart never cleared. Hatred and wrath were deeply nestled.
He strongly hoped to become a police officer. To lead to revenge on the back street that took my own family.
"Can I make up my mind about that? You got nothing else you want to do?
Worried about him, my uncle confirmed over and over, but his heart never changed.
It has always been painful to be caught in dark feelings. But there was hope. It was his hope to become a police officer. Being a cop and controlling evil - fighting the back streets was his hope.
And an ideal and a different reality was to shatter his hopes and plunge him into a naught of despair.
He - Konosuke Kennai belonged to the Backstreet Division and for nearly twelve years served as a detective.
One day, swordholding had become a desire for destruction and ruin. I began to think that being in the police was a prep for that.
We call ourselves the Backstreet Division and feed this organization, which is a deterrent to backstreets, but does not actively hunt them either. He sharpened his powers, learned his know-how, and even purchased backstreet knowledge, while at the same time fostering hatred.
The organization's move was completed.
Kenzo says he's just tentatively here, and he's moving out again soon. For the reason that this place is sniffed out by the police anyway.
Swordsmanship said the next move will move so I can't sniff it out, but no one has heard how.
"Until Yuzuki, who's hired me, I let her help me move, and I'm sorry, thank you."
As the move settled and came to a paragraph, Mitsuko came to express his gratitude to the Evening Moon.
"Never mind. I carried a little baggage. I don't think it's a good idea to keep your eyes shut."
"Still, thanks."
I saw the light man smiling and thanking me again and again, and the evening moon spills a natural smile as well.
"It's not about speaking out, but is swordholding thinking about the future right? Looks like we're gonna get down to business with the police, but what are we gonna do about it?
"Er... I don't know..."
"Can I follow you without knowing?
"Ugh... I don't know that either..."
On the evening and moon of inquiry, the light man mumbles with a twist. It's not just that it's hard to answer because they're asking me on a wiretap. I really don't know, and it's hard to answer.
"I know he's a substantial leader, and I know he's making this organization run well because of him, but can I follow him? We're clearly headed in a dangerous direction."
"Ugh..."
(Not good)
I think Silver Two was listening sneakily in the shadows.
(I can't keep doing this. But... we're not blades for swordholding. Everyone is totally hit by the sword's terror reign... You can't cover it up unless you have too much to do)
Expecting Kaori to save us, Kaori failed, although Silver II guided us with a dangerous outline.
(Even if I'm going to guide you again, I'll be careful with the sword, and there's nothing more I can do...)
Kaori wasn't dead, and it wasn't over yet, but she still failed once, which made me really pessimistic about Silver Two.
"You admire that man?
"I don't like admiring it. He killed one of his people to show us what to do. That's unforgivable. But... I'm sure you want to help us."
"From what I've heard, I'm just using you, so I don't think I need to thank you."
"Awwwww..."
While I know it's an extra blame, Evening Moon was trying to get Kwangman to distance himself from the sword or take him in the direction of rejecting the sword holding policy, but as far as Kwangman's reaction is concerned, I also find it impossible.
And there, the sword hold that was on the subject appeared at a really bad time.
"Just those who are in Azit. Summon on this occasion. I have an important story to tell about the fate of the dignity of the meat mass."
I had a very bad feeling about that proclamation of the sword, both Mitsuo and Silver Two.
"Tomorrow, we come together to launch a raid on the euthanasia police station"
Now that the constituents of the organization had gathered together, the swordsmanship uttered an outrageous thing.
"It's clear from yesterday's raid that we've already been marked by the police. Even if you keep running around like this, you're still poor. If this happens, we'll have to fight them, whether we live or die. We'll make a surprise raid from here. Destroy the euthanasia police station. That's the only way left."
A sword hold that speaks out in a quietly powerful tone, not in an agitating tone.
None of the constituents tried to utter a word. Naturally, there is not one rider. But there is not one who refuses.
(Again, it's not just about fear domination. I've always depended on swordkeeping, so I can't resist it, I can't get out of it)
Seeing as how the constituents are doing, Evening Moon decides that again.
"I'm not talking about impossibility if you use the ability of the light man as a dowtaider, plus the fighting power of the rainbow forest. The rest comes close to setting up an operation. I know you're anxious, but just stop giving up before you do."
Seeing through the anxiety of the constituents, the sword retained its quiet tone as ever.
I don't do dark agitates. That's not calculation. Because it's not my character. Because it's a different place to hold a sword. Maintain yourself as usual. The usual self is the self that has grown and grown hatred into action and lived. That's still the same now.
The sword then gave a description of the operation in a pale tone. Several of the constituents who had threatened were seen from the eyes of the Evening Moon, as there were those who listened to the sword maneuver and looked ready.
(I don't like the way this guy does it, but you're a man with a lot of stomach. I have to admit that)
Seeing the sword, Sunset Moon thought.
It was nine o'clock in the morning when Kaori returned to her home after being repaired and readjusted at Misaki's place.
After about three hours of sleep, I head to the euthanasia police station.
"Kaori."
Someone called Kaori walking down the hallway in the euthanasia police station from behind.
Ohiko Nanase. He is a police officer in the Juvenile Division and one of the living legends on the back street. The street name is "The Great Daily Direction of Bodhisattva". Her persuasion tells the story that there are more than a thousand minors who washed their feet off the back street. Among the residents of the back street, there are so many who admire her.
Unlike the section, Kaori and I have known each other for a long time. From Kaori's point of view, he is a much more admirable person than his own parents, etc. When Kaori was a backstreet resident, he was a scattered eater of Nanase sermons and a person who advised and encouraged me a lot when I decided to become a police officer.
"Good morning, Nanase"
Turning back to Nanase, the scented seedlings bow their heads. Kaori, a side-by-side unmanned dehumanization, who also comes to her boss in a transverse manner, only gives thanks to Nanase.
"Not fast, though. It's about you, Kenzo... I was taking over your organization."
Nanase speaks with a worried face.
"When she was assigned to the Backstreet Division, we talked a little bit. That's when you told me the truth. He hated the back streets so much that he took my family."
"Sounds like it. I talked to him a little bit too. Now I resent the police themselves"
"Poor kid. Maybe I... I can't, so Kaori can save you. Take it easy for him."
Kaori doubted her ears for a moment in the Bodhisattva dialogue of her face, which revealed pity.
You can't possibly not understand the meaning of that dialogue in Nanase. But I never thought Nanase would say such a dialogue.
"Nanase, surprisingly... you were the one to break it off"
"I've been thinking about you, Kenzo. I think that's the only way. I preach and consult with all kinds of kids, and now it's bodhisattva. They say what it is, but I didn't rehabilitate all the kids. I don't want to see the light.
Nanase clouded her words along the way.
"Don't try to see the light..."
The idea is also found in scented seedlings. But Kaori had company, and Nanase, and Kaori's first love counterpart. They became light and were forced to illuminate the incense seedlings, leading them into the light even though they did not like it.
Still, there are also types in the world that turn their backs on the light. For such a raw man to be relieved of hatred and made easier, the means are limited. Nanase probably knows that much, Kaori thinks.
"Okay. Leave it to me."
"Be careful."
It was a scented seedling that made me smile and squeeze my fist, and Qixe, who remained worried about me when I broke up.