"Wow... the mercenaries were here"
Simon and Charles, who were walking in the school building, receive a voice from behind along with a huge stretch.
When they looked back, it was where the mushroom-cut little boy came out of the classroom with a face that seemed to have fallen asleep. He's got a submachine gun, and he's a very grown-up boy in combat clothes, but from what I've seen. I think I'm twelve or three years old.
"I was imagining people a little scared because they're mercenaries, but that's not true. I even have unusual tattoos."
Charles spills a smile on the boy who talks without fear.
"This tattoo and character has a lovely episode that's very heartwarming. I'm used to being insulted."
I joke and say Charles with the back of my right hand, showing me the tattoo of the beautiful girl heroine's face in the cartoon character
"I'm not insulting you. But isn't it true that it's changed? Oh, me, Tomash."
Downer I return that in a creepy tone and introduce myself.
It's Simon.
Charles.
Simon and Charles each reach out smiling and shake hands with Tomash. Tomash responds, but does not turn his gaze to the two of them. I mean, my eyes aren't focused.
"Yeah, it looks strong. You can tell by shaking hands."
says Tomash.
"You're going to do it inside, too, against your looks."
And, Simon. When I shook his hand, there was an octopus in Tomash's hand. Simon felt he was able to hold the gun.
"I think I'm going to... I'm not. Here it comes. We can do it."
So for the first time, Tomash laughed. It was a refreshing grin.
"About me - underestimating me as a child? We decided to fight for ourselves."
As usual, it was a downer way of speaking, but it sounded as if Tomash's voice was home to a strong will.
"I'm not underestimating. Seeing the tragedy of this country will make anyone want to take a gun."
"Aren't fanatical pacifists still running around? And loudly, war criticism..."
Simon says, Charles makes a tea.
"Boulders are mercenaries. You know exactly what I mean. People in the U.S. Army first preached us to throw away our weapons, and it was a little awkward. People in the US Army have figured it out now, and they're going to give me a lot of support, so I appreciate it."
Tomash talks with a happy look. The way you talk and the atmosphere is downer, but you don't move to the person you meet often. No, he seems like a clearly chatty kid.
"A friendly grandmother from the next house was killed by Lost Paradigm. The teacher, who was scared when angry but usually sweet, was made exposed after being killed in front of the students' eyes. When I went to the park, a girl about five years old had been skewered with her lower half rounded out. There's so much going on, I've been coming to my head. The Lost Paradigm guys who come into our country and do whatever they want. The shitty government that invited those guys to defend their position. I couldn't help but get annoyed with both of them. I couldn't help but want to kill him. That's why I decided to kill Butch. The limit of patience came and I took the gun."
The story itself is heavy, but the way it is spoken is rather light. Thomash looks a little shady in character, but like the rest of the kids, I can't feel the grief or the disgust.
On the contrary, things like determination and feelings have not even appeared, at least on the surface. I know the quiet fighting spirit is burning inside, but it was reflected in Simon and Charles' eyes, as they were digesting well, accepting that the battle itself was becoming part of their daily routine.
(Either that or these guys are close to us)
I'm dealing with Tomash, and yes, Simon feels it.
(But I feel a little strange about aliens, this kid.)
While Charles also receives the same way Simon does, he feels subtly uneven.
"Why are you telling us that?
Simon asks.
"At first glance, you touched the pean, didn't you? He wants these people to be on our side. That's why I wanted you to know about us. That's the role I'm good for."
"Right..."
Seeing Tomash chatting fun, both Simon and Charles have trouble reacting any further.
"Was that a boring story? You were a brilliant, familiar kid, didn't you?
"It's important to communicate in conversation and get to know each other, but I wonder if there's anything a little steep about the way you talk. It's a little bit to give out a lot of what you want to say. The conversation has to be a catch ball."
"I see... I've never been told that"
Attention was gently paid to Charles, and Tomash went somewhere as he put his arms together and contemplated.
"That kid's called a chatty tomash. I'll be glad to hear from you."
A girl makes a face and speaks from inside the classroom.
"I was just giving it to you."
Simon shrugged his shoulder lightly and made the girl smile.
The southeast of the old town is said to be an area where the Lost Paradigm spreads.
Of course, it's not just solidified in the southeast, it's dispersed and lurking there. That's where we can base ourselves.
I know there are many in the southeast in any case, so the private resistance is trying to stay away. Anti-government and US forces get in and often engage.
In the underground hall in the southeast, one of the strongholds of the Lost Paradigm existed.
They don't stay in one place, they decide on a few base candidates and roll over for a few days. To prevent them from being identified and attacked.
The faces of the Lost Paradigm, gathered all over the basement hall, had been having their first party in a long time, bringing in tons of booze, treats, drugs, women and children, etc.
"Ho, what's up -? Esperancer. Still a non-floating face. Huh?
A man at a glance among the Lost Paradigms - Mr. Ho - finds someone he knows and talks to.
"Even though it's a party, ho."
"You won't have a choice...... You know, this one of mine..."
A little man with an eyelid called Esperanza said with a gloomy face.
"My eyes hurt... my right eye hurts..."
Esperanza squeaks her eyelids as she groans with half a cry.
Mr. Ho knows that there are no eyes in the ocular cord. But Esperanza always complains of eye pain that shouldn't be there.
"I can't keep my eye sore. Hey, hey. Damn... Damn. Evil bugs crawl all the way around my eyes... Shit... how can I just look at you like this..."
"Ho, be pathetic, it's difficult."
After pointing his sympathetic gaze at Esperanza, Mr. Ho glanced around the hall for a moment and took him to the nearest place, where several men were mocking.
"Ho! Sorry about the fun, but lend it to me for a second. I'll give it right back."
"Wow, okay."
I respond with faces like the men have no choice. It's a fun place to be, and naturally if someone else tells you, you can't say no to Mr. Ho. I don't know what I would do if I refused.
Mr. Ho grabs a small arm and pulls it out of the men. He was a naked boy. Are you still around ten years old or something like that? There is a mole all over his body, his eyes are vain, his mouth half-opened with saliva and mucus dripping. There's blood coming from your ass, too.
"Ho, Esperanza, you should use this guy to heal"
Dragging the boy away, Mr. Ho threw the boy away in front of Esperanza and made him laugh.
"Oh, thank you... for me like this..."
To the kindness of Mr. Ho, a tearful esperanza.
"That's okay, isn't that a friend? Ho."
Arm up, smile, yeah. Mr. Ho nodding.
Esperanza grabbed the boy's head abusively when he fell into the depression and made him raise his face, poking his index finger in its right eye and instantly squinting his eyeballs out.
Even if they look me in the eye, the boy has no reaction whatsoever. The truth is the boy was already dead. In the midst of being gang-raped, he kept being strangled and accidentally killed adding and subtracting from it, but nothing went wrong as a tool for fun at the party, trying to be a corpse.
"Oh... uh, my eyes stopped hurting... I haven't had eye pain in a long time. What a wonderful thing not to have eye pain. One more hour is paradise time. Thank you, Mr. Ho."
Unlike the earlier gloomy expression, he was Esperanza, who looked up to heaven with his hands wide open with a smile of bliss.
"Ho, do you need twenty-four people to stay in paradise all day? Besides, I need to stay asleep for over an hour."
Mr. Ho throws the child's body at the men.
"I gave it back - eh. Sorry to interrupt."
Keep your policy as a man of your word to everyone, anytime, anywhere.
"Ho, did you hear any rumors about Esperanza, the eleventh chairman of the mercenary school?
"I know. I know. I even know that Mr. Ho has engaged."
"Oh, boulder my friend, so I went to the vigilante where they were all gathered with hungry ghosts. Let's go hang out with him next time. Whoa, whoa."
"Go. Sounds interesting"
"Kill all the kids and the mercenaries, and we'll have plenty of time." Huh?
"Ugh... thank you for your care, Mr. Ho. I'm always sorry."
"You promised I wouldn't tell you that. - Oh, ho."
"Silently."
As Mr. Ho and Esperanza were having a pleasant conversation, an announcement by Mike was made and a man rose to the top of the hall.
Left and right were men wearing masks painted in black and red monochrome, respectively, and weaving capes. He is the leader of the Lost Paradigm, the man known as V5.
"Everyone seems to enjoy the feast, above all. How can we do this if we don't... '
Not many people listened to the V5 speech. Everyone gathered in the Lost Paradigm is basically entertaining. Without hard ideas, discipline doesn't even exist. It's just rambling, killing, breaking, snatching and having fun. Nobody even had respect for the chief.