Under his true eyes, he had a bear.
"I'll take it..."
Speak a powerless voice. This is how Junko started eating the breakfast he made for me, just for a week.
Two people eat in the living room: True and Junko. Tired stopped eating with me for a while, for some reason.
It was about a minute after the meal began.
Junko suddenly pulls out his gun and shoots him. Truth immediately rolls off the chair and deflects.
Junko puts the gun down, True returns to his seat, and the meal resumes as if nothing had happened.
When the meal is over and True goes to the bathroom, Junko is slashed with a Japanese sword when he leaves the bathroom.
Living at the Snow Oka Institute has been going on like this for a week. They also attack me when I sleep, so I can't sleep well.
"No. This is it."
Truly, Junko tells you.
"Why are you messing with me?"
"It's okay to be alert and nervous all the time without showing gaps. But you'll get tired of it. My nerves are getting less and less polished."
True to be harsh, Junko tells in a gentle voice.
"Usually you just need to be more alert. As close to perceiving and reacting to danger. Of course, if you're obviously in a danger zone, it's a different story. You have to be able to sleep well on the flying battlefield of a bullet right around the corner. Keep your health warm at all times. Of course I'd have trouble actually sleeping in a place like that."
"If I do, it's an impossible order, but then tell me a little sooner."
"Hmm... I would have liked for you to understand for yourself rather than for me to advise you."
"So I'm not a prospect?
I hear Junko's words, and I feel backwards.
"You can't connect it that way. I don't remember saying that. Don't you think you should understand yourself rather than people telling you?
"That may be the case, but isn't it better than wasting your time not knowing?
"I see - I also have that idea. Well, on a case-by-case basis, because I thought it would be a waste of time."
"Okay, that's enough"
It further encouraged the frustration coming from the lack of sleep, and True slipped through next door to Junko.
Truth is also a wacky and angry tachi, but by this time it was especially bad, I think Junko will look back later. Given how my mother and friends have been killed and fallen into this world, I can't help but notice.
On Junko's side - the true decision to live in the back street offered Junko to train himself. I didn't regret that, but the days of much tighter workouts than I had imagined eroded my true body and mind.
In the morning, he is slapped neatly for practice shooting training and shooting avoidance training.
The truth was he was in a dark room, wearing a suit that fit all over his body, and running around with a gun in his hand.
From time to time, 3D footage of a bad guy with a gun appears and shoots a virtual bullet at him.
Every time I ate a virtual bullet, I was given a severe pain that I couldn't get used to. Junko said it was to inflict intense pain and fear at the same time, to avoid bullets in death and madness, and to try to shoot them.
If you inflict extreme pain on your body, that's all you get desperate for. My body remembers naturally faster than I think. That's what they're after. Apparently this training has been applied to a number of backstreet volunteer mice
And truly special, I took the procedure of not letting him drink any outlet. Pure child's aim is to gain more concentration and reflex nerves than those who drank the outlet just by focusing on themselves.
"Originally, the motor nerves are remarkably excellent, and I can swallow them, so they improve quickly."
In just a few days of starting training, Junko is impressed when he sees the truth with his vertiginous arms up.
(But since yesterday, it feels like a headache. It's amazing how I ran up there all at once. I don't know if it feels like I'm going to take the time to improve loosely. Build up a real fight or else I'll hang out...)
As for my feelings, I want to choose the latter, but Junko decided that, given the truth, it would be more appropriate to throw it out on the field of action and let it go through a variety of experiences, while making it strong.
I think it would be best to send them to the battlefield as mercenaries, but that still lacks basic fleshmaking and training. I decide to spend about a month trying to tap right into the area.
In addition to exercising and resting moderately, physical strength making is done by the prescribed intake of nutritious foods with pure child characteristics. If it's a technical thing - if you're going to use the body, it absorbs twice as fast as a person, and it's true to do it cleverly, so if you've seen the pace before, a month would be enough.
(I don't know if I'll even have torture training to put on the guts for the rest. hehe, I'm so excited about this)
For pure children who can both S and M, the way they effectively torment people boils like hot water in their heads.
After the shooting training was completed, Junko began torture training quickly.
Needless to say, the basics of torture are a stimulus to pain and fear. Start by sharpening the true pain itself.
"I'm gonna train you to torture, so you're not in the mood."
Immediately after the completion of the shooting and shooting avoidance training, the truth was uttered with an uncontrolled smile.
"Don't raise your voice even if it hurts. Be patient. But when you can't stand it, you can gib it up. equals to gibberish, because I define it as an end in the form of giving in to torture and confessing"
The truth, told Junko so, was that he decided in his heart that he was going to give him one groan, and with plenty of temper and readiness, he was going to accompany Junko's extremely whimsical torture training.
"Ahhhhhhh!
A few minutes later, the truth was screaming.
My face is drawn to pain and fear, and I also have distortions and cramps. The complexion looks like a dead man in blue.
The true body, naked, was splattered without anesthesia. The neck, hands and feet are removed from the torso, and all the guts are exposed. Still, the nerves and blood vessels are connected, so the area away from the torso also feels painful.
My whole body is peeled off and my nerves are exposed. Later, thanks to the medicine and medication that made my nerves hypersensitive, it seems that the pain always runs. It hurts to just touch the air, so I can't help it.
With him in that state, Junko continues to do whatever torture 'training' he wants to do by stabbing his gut with a needle, grinding nerve rounded meat with a scratch, trying weak acids, slowly cutting with a cutter, flushing electricity, and letting the ants sag.
What I found particularly tight was getting the electricity flowing. I think I read in some book that the harshest thing about torture is the use of electricity, but I realized that was right. The shock felt by parts of the body that keep getting electricity flowing is not very pleasant.
The truth was he had screamed many times, passed out many times, and the filth was dripping, but still he never just surrendered.
"Uh, I'll tell you the trick. If you endure being gibberish up like that, you can't do the opposite. You can always surrender. Think about it. Ask yourself that big premise. Do I still have to surrender? Can you try harder? Well, if you think you can work hard with that, I'll try. It's a game feeling."
Stop your hand and Junko speaks with a gentle voice.
"Life is the same, isn't it? Even if you choose a hard path or find yourself in a hard situation, you can't give up, you can't run away, you can't lose. It's not good to put pressure on yourself. You can run whenever you want, it's easier to think of giving up whenever you want. Strangely enough, I can work harder on that."
Not just torture, but the truth was engraving this advice into my chest as a way of thinking in painful phases.
After the torture training, the truth was, I had my body back on track, but I had lost my temper to stand up.
"Next, I'm going to build basic health. If I'm stuck forever, I'll see you quit, won't I?
True treatment is a pure child who already understands. It's best to tickle your pride. It is the nature of Junko who speaks gently, but the only thing that is gentle is her voice, words and smile, and the content has no mercy whatsoever. Keep repressing even, keep snoring. The truth is obviously the type that stretches if you tap it, so I see that as fine. To the type that beats is counterproductive and stretches when praised, I don't do this.
Subsequent foundational strength building was torture in another sense. So much so that my stomach, my lungs, I wondered if my brain would burst. He was run with heavy baggage all over his body and was suddenly instructed to stand up and squat as he was running. When I brought it at all, I ate the electric shock that was planted on my luggage.
After all the training for the day, it was dinner, but the truth is there is no sign of ever eating.
"You know, I know you don't have an appetite, but if you don't eat it, it won't be any good, right? If you don't eat, your energy won't fill you up, so chew well, and you can't force yourself to push in and eat even if you're about to throw up."
As usual, only the voice was gentle, but with no palms. To Junko, the truth obeyed silently and forced him to push in the rice he didn't even want to eat.
"Tired, it's bath time for you."
"Yes......"
When Junko smiled and spoke, tired laughed happily.
When you take a true without the power of tiredness to the bath, you naked it and take a bath. Of course I'm tired and naked.
While the true is slowly grabbed in the hot tub, the tire in the same hot tub massages the wrists, shoulders, neck, etc., all over the body, even after giving it from the bath and letting it sleep on the mat.
He was also tired driven by the urge to cross the line as it was, but he desperately contained it because he didn't even want to be truly despised. Just take a bath and massage with me is a blissful enough moment.
Truth be told, I was surprised to see tired naked for the first time. Because there were several large cuts on the chest, belly, and back.
"A long time ago... in the days of the warring nations... the wounds remain intact..."
I felt my gaze on the scar and tired looked like I was smiling without heart or pride.
"It was the most... fun time. With your head..."
Speak and hold your mouth and continue with the massage.
"Did you want me to be Junko...?
I didn't have the energy to respond even when I was talked to, but I could only narrow my eyes and stare.
"I'll do the washing myself"
Almost washed tirelessly, a hundred million robberies but true to open your mouth. I don't know what I would do if I kept my mouth shut any longer, and I don't want you to get that far.
The same day lasted another week.
Late at night - as usual, in a truly given room, Junko enters.
Stick a gun to your sleeping true head and shoot, but wake up on the verge to avoid it. By the way, it's not live ammunition but it's empty cannon, so it hurts if you hit it. On the contrary, there are even cases of death with empty guns.
"You can do it if you want."
Junko praised it and remained truly faceless, but I was just a little happy.
(Be stronger, make hope. So I can protect this guy... be the man that deserves the position. and revamp this guy)
In a harsh trainer, looking at Junko, True was determined over and over again. but that's not all I want.
(To kill me... to kill someone who fell on us...)
Of the three purposes, at that time, revenge was the strongest yet.