The trauma he received as a child turned his later life into something very painful.
Hachiko, who was a child like a pure, innocent chunk, had a happy childhood. I had a lot of friends and we used to hang out all the time.
But since I transferred to school, it has been a hard day since then.
The atmosphere varies from school to school. The atmosphere also changes the character of the child. Elementary schools to which the transfer took place had a very large number of poorly bottomed children. Other people's bad words were terrible. My pussy was terrible, too. Figs also seemed to be popular.
I've never been explicitly targeted by figs, honeycomb, but I couldn't keep up with the school culture where it's normal to scold others and make them laugh. Primary school before the transfer had a chest ache and suffered from that gap because there was no such thing as someone who would do that.
Even if not so much as a jerk, the honeycomb itself was subject to it. They were carved into the honeycomb as deep wounds.
Then as he went up with middle school, high school and college, Hachiko was made aware even though he didn't like it. That the world is full of people who love to curse, look down, mount, and mock others.
People became desperate knowing that they were ugly creatures seeking discrimination, and the honeycomb assumed that all humans were laughing at themselves in the shadows, and became illusioned that the laughter of those who wanted to go through was also mocking and laughing at themselves.
I started going to psychotherapy and my doctor told me it was a common pattern of paranoia, but it didn't save my honeycomb. I couldn't believe it before that.
Later, by meeting the bees, and fusion with his dog, the heart of the bees was saved in much serenity.
But now that I've been poured negative into Devil, it's even worse than the worst period before that.
I daydream when I'm asleep, of course, even when I'm awake, and I have nightmares.
He sees himself walking through the city and laughs that all humans are dull. He looks at himself and turns to a malicious mockery. The honeycomb can't stand it and spreads away confusion, but hell that goes on wherever it goes.
A bee appears in front of me. I think I'm finally saved, I'm laughing at myself to the bees, and I'm slapped into the bottom of a desperate dong.
People who surround their crying honeycomb surroundings and keep laughing. I even had parents in it and friends before I transferred who were close to me when I was a kid.
Before such a honeycomb, an angel descended and drove away people who kept laughing.
I thought it was an angel. It did have an angel ring on its head and it also produced pure white wings from its back, but its torso was a dolphin. There was no chest bile, and human hands and feet were growing from the dolphin's torso.
The honeycomb seeks salvation and reaches out to the angel.
"Jaaaaap!"
The dolphin angel also offers his hand to the honeycomb who reaches out for salvation.
"Jaa ~ Phew"
But the dolphin angel distorted his mouth. It's like you're having an evil grin. Or as if you despise it.
"Jap!"
Dolphin angels throw up monstrous rays from their mouths and let them bathe in honeycomb.
He is also abandoned by those who thought he was the only friend besides his dog Beech, and Beech falls into infinite darkness, into the naught of despair.
"Jahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
A ridiculously high laugh echoes of a dolphin angel looking down in his arms at his crashing self.
I am a being denied from everything in this world. The only thing that affirms me took it into my body. So glad I meant it, why are you still suffering so much and gasping for solitude? And hate everything about the world that doesn't recognize itself?
Azitoville of the Arlaune hunters.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to a life club event, but aren't you coming?
In front of Xingichiro and Yuji, Yaiko invites him.
"I'm not in that mood"
He is Starichiro, who is not depressed but is apathetic, a state of mind that I don't really understand.
"Apparently, Devil has sucked away your grief and anger."
It changes from Yayoko to Arlaune's voice and way of speaking.
"Sucked... I knew it was him"
"Devil sucks the negative emotions of those around him. Even if you're feeling disturbed, that mostly calms you down. But... forceful emotional aspirations sometimes seem to destabilize your mental state, as you do now. People have to grieve when they should."
"That's a terrible story, isn't Starichiro deprived of time to grieve itself?"
Listening to Arlaune, Fortune utters a voice that has engulfed him with anger.
"Right. I think so, too. Extremely distorted and unnatural."
"Who's that devil?
"It's normal to have a trait. It's not like I'm a criminal. He was on the street. But he didn't know what he was thinking."
From Arlaune's point of view, no one can possibly know but himself.
"I tried not to defy him, but I don't know the bottom of his power. It could also disarm that chain on its own"
"Chain?"
"I made the implication that if I defied him, I would die. But Devil himself manipulates hypnosis. You can solve the implication with self-hypnosis."
Or Arlaune was secretly afraid that the implication itself might not have worked. And the boy who named himself this Devil was beginning to suspect that he was beyond his control.
Migasaki Institute at night.
"Uh, Grandma Zeng. Oh, your father's crying? No, no, no, I don't want to replace you. It's a hassle. Did you explain it properly? Huh? Still, I can't help but say I'm horny, because I'm not a kid... No, you mean your father, not me. Yeah...... yeah...... Maybe I can go home tomorrow. Yeah. They're coming tomorrow for the final showdown. I'm coming, too. I might kill people again...... Yeah. I'm trying not to freak out anymore, but I'm still resistant. Yeah, I'll do my best. Expect a souvenir story." Bye. "
After finishing his phone call with his great-grandmother, Uemai takes a breather and sees Angelina and Susuke in the same room. They were playing games and playing.
"Jap......"
Angelina, who had just heard Shangmi's call, waited for Suke, interrupted the game and turned back to Shangmi.
"Ja......"
Uemmi knew what Angelina was trying to say.
"I'll be there tomorrow, too."
Hold Angelina's hand, Uemami tells. Angelina, in many ways, didn't want me to come to Upper Beauty. And that was passed on to Uemami, so I proclaimed it just in case.
"Jap......"
"Go. It's not just for Mr. Angelina. I will be the heir to Uenohara's ancient martial arts, so if you have the opportunity to experience in action - if you have the courage to do so, you will come to train yourself."
It was Angelina who tried to refuse, but Upper Mi insisted with a bright smile and did not pull.
"Both of you, come home safe and sound. Mr. Viper and Mr. True are with us, so I believe you'll be okay."
Susuke speaks up.
"I'm strong, too. Come to our dojo, if you like. Because I can be strong. As my brother, I'll give you plenty of fun."
Upper Mi in a tone full of tea.
"Ugh... yeah, something looks scary"
I could understand whether or not Susuke had said this because he had a dramatic feeling about his inability to participate and because he and his near-old Shangmi were all discerned by Shangmi.
"Is Mr. Angelina okay?
Susuke says worried.
"Jap to..."
Angelina becomes a nagging addition and utters a voice that feels indescribable.
Ever since the police arrived at noon and saw the scene where Hachiko killed a police officer, Angelina had behaved as usual on the surface, but it was in fact quite enjoyable for Ueme and Misuke to see.
"Uemei, put me in Uemei's dojo. I want to be strong like Mr. Viper and Mr. True, and have plenty of it."
Sukesuke asks Uemami for some nuances to revitalize Angelina.
"Pfft, I was only in a position to be enjoyed until now, and if I could be a disciple, I would be very entertained..."
"Yeah?"
"Jap Jap"
Making a sadistic grin, Misuke felt a little drawn, and Angelina clapped lightly.