Marubeni actually held a strong comblex on his slender face.
Before such a self, a facial protection appeared that seemed adorable to everyone, angry with jealousy and trying to distract that anger by targeting figs.
When I was bullying protection, my appetite was actually more satisfied than ever. My chest creaks when I see the adorable face of protection being bullied and sadly distorted by me. Untold pleasure rushes through.
Small animal-like eyes that show from between wet hair when you hit a rag in the head.
A semi-crying face begging for forgiveness, looking up at itself after kicking it down.
A painful look and groan when I beat the pigeon tail out of him.
It feels great when you step on your face. I'm so excited that I seem to get an erection just to be aware that that cute face is beneath my feet.
Everything was great. All of the protection eagled the heart of the fruit, completely captivated. It was some kind of art. I actually felt it was an artistic beauty. Not everyone is fine. You have to be a boy called Red Mouth Care. I actually seriously believed that he was even a natural bully, born to be rightfully bullied.
Only at one time had complexes and hatred disappeared. I don't care about that anymore.
I couldn't help but enjoy bullying my protection every day. To bully protection, to see protection, I couldn't help but enjoy going to school. I was always aware of protection.
Yet - the days of the Paradise of fruit suddenly collapsed at one point and came to an end.
The small animal, which had been bitten over the palm of the fruit, suddenly peeled his fangs one day and actually bit him.
I'm no longer a weak little animal. Even the best toy to satisfy my appetite is gone. Art was destroyed.
A guardian who is an artistic bully, a miracle bully, is no longer a bully. That it should never be. irreplaceable loss. It is more tragic than a meteorite falling on the Louvre Museum, and that it is unacceptable. Actually, I seriously assumed that.
In the meantime, there was such a strong feeling of being left behind, abandoned. You're nearby, but you're in the same class, but your protection isn't on your side. I actually realized on my own that I was going a long way ahead of myself and up a lot above myself.
A tragic comedy where what you thought was a toy sprouted itself and dumped the other way around.
The days I spent unacknowledged of this reality.
The head of the broken fruit, the impulse to destroy and the impulse to abuse, naturally the spearhead -
Protection summons full plate armor and long sword.
A knight with a knife masterfully handles the tentacles that fruit wields at high speeds.
Even if the tentacles are slapped, the armor will not be frightened. It's not just steel. This is a powerful magic tool with magic and curse.
A knight in armor tries to cut his tentacles with a sword, but the weight and solidity of the tentacles are considerable, so the sword will not be played, but it will not be cut.
"Out of the way!
Even though I'm after protection, I'm pissed off that I'm blocked off by a knight in armor, and the fruit barks.
"Akaguchi, no! What the hell, this guy is ah!
A fruit that stops the tentacle attack for a moment and yells even more.
"Armor."
Protection that answers in the end.
"I can see that. Ah!
I've been painfully eyed by this mysterious armor before. In fact, many times this armor has come out of my dreams. I even saw him as the culprit who drove his protection crazy.
Even if the tentacles extend further and are bounced with a sword, try to circle around the armor and head for protection.
The armor of the armor fires like a rocket punch, striking the tentacles that tried to circle in.
Does the tentacles also accumulate damage, the movement suddenly becomes dull, slowly contracting to the source of the fruit.
(Attack here all at once? No, maybe he's inviting me)
A shield lost in wanting to turn into an attack for a moment, but it comes to mind.
As a matter of fact, I'm not actually inviting you, I just wanted to shrink my tentacles once and breathe a little bit due to attack fatigue and accumulation of damage.
And when I get my breath done, I'm going to attack the protection behind my armor.
"Ahhhhhh!
The tentacles, which were originally thick, expanded further in response to the sound of the fruit.
"Die, ya! Ohh!
Shortly after barking with his blood-running eyes, he actually spits blood out of his mouth.
But without moving at all to spit blood, he waves his tentacles as he sprinkles blood from his mouth.
The knight of armor tried to play with his sword, but the blow of his tentacles played the sword in reverse, and the knight of armor glanced at him greatly.
She was completely dressed to show the gap, but her tentacles never stretched out to protect her. I can't afford to spend that much time inflating.
More tentacle attacks. Beat the armored knight in the chest, and the armored knight flinches.
Clearly, he seems to have become inferior, and his vows come to pass.
No, I can't. I'm in.
I kept watching in silence, and I couldn't wait for my protection to kill me, and my vows tried to move, but...
"You don't have to."
My guardian stretched out his hand to the side to control my vows to come in to help.
"Me and this guy alone are gonna settle this."
The guardian watched with cool eyes. Peel off your teeth like a beast, and drool, and behold the fruit of your eyes.
(hey...... guardian is cute & good looking...... Yeah, I want to put it in the footage in the current scene and review it again and again later... I, I'm liking this kid more and more...)
It's not the first time I've liked the opposite sex, but it's the first time I've fallen in love so hard. And I've never known that liking someone was such a wonderful thing.
(No, no, not if you're thinking about that right now... Are you sure you're okay, Guardian?
It was a snooze and another vow to return to the mode of worry.
"What are you wearing... That doesn't suit you. That's not you..."
Um, the eye I always threatened, Manako, was the best, but now the protection has a clear glow of will. That is actually unforgivable.
(You are... not a redmouth. He's a phony with a red mouth gesture. Someone else...)
When I clenched my right hand fist and chewed my teeth as I bled sloppily from my mouth, I actually waved my tentacles with all my strength.
A knight in armor waved his sword and tried to play the tentacles, but the power of the earliest tentacles greatly exceeded the power of armor. He didn't just play the sword, he also plays his armor and splits it.
The swinging tentacles snap and the tip flies with a straight cover. Until now, he's attacked like a whip, which stretches into a straight line like a spear.
The oath thought the guardian would be killed, stiff, but the next moment something happened that no one but the guardian could have expected.
A split plate armor was transferring and instantly attached to the body of the guard, shielding the guard from the attack on the tip of the tentacle.
(Guardian's ability, pretty strong. I can't believe I could even do that...)
An oath drinks saliva. When protection is in crisis, the armor of the magic tools is transferred and worn for protection. Moreover, the size had changed according to the protection.
And the oath realizes that there is only no armor on the right hand of the guardian. I don't even have a sword in my hand.
"Grr!?
Seeing the sight of the armor shifting to protect him from the tentacles, on the back of the fruit that was flashing, a long sword pierces him. The pattern is gripped by the armor's armor.
The fruit that was originally spitting blood spits even more blood.
Tentacles squished rapidly, just back to his left hand. The battle was thought to be the earliest.
But the truth is, without falling, we get closer to fumbling and protecting. The limit comes at a distance that is likely to reach the protection and one knee on the floor.
"Or give it back... Ugh..."
A fruit that reaches for protection and leaks a whimpering feeling of plunder.
"Guuuuuuu... you... you are not a redmouth... Give me my red mouth back..."
(Is that what you mean... What a selfish...)
At this time, the oath understood the meaning of the dialogue of fruit. I was furiously angry when I understood. I had a bottomless anger at the fruit of my desire for and even dependence on the protection of a bully child that was convenient to me.
The oath sees protection. I thought I was as angry as I was, and the guardian had his gaze of pity turned to fruit.
"I'm not your toy anymore."
The guardian tells. It seemed as if he had thrust away that it was just words, but the voice was quiet and sounded terribly gentle.
"Right...... sorry......"
A face that was distorted by anger and resentment makes it look like a possession fell in a word of protection, and actually utters a pompous and apologetic word.
The protection also reaches out and gently overlaps with the fruit hand.
I saw it. Actually, after a restful smile, I lost my strength from all over my body and fell into depression.