Tomorrow Hour Busuke was raised with one hand of his father.
I don't know about my mother. When I asked my father, all I heard was that he was in heaven. When I asked him about the cause of death, he didn't tell me in silence.
My father was one of the most powerful magicians of Ming Times, relied on by other Ming Times magicians. Even for Busuke, the presence of his father was a pride. He was tough during his training, but he was usually a very sweet father, and on his day off he took Busuke to many different places.
Busuke witnessed the sight of his father when he died. I saw Shizuno tired kill me.
Said his father in the meantime to Poor Suke.
"Don't resent the person who killed me... Never think about revenge... You... live for you..."
The person you killed is a child a little older than you. Besides, he looks like a woman. He carries a black sword wet in blood and looks down at his fallen father and himself crying.
"I'll kill you!
He could not hear his father's will, and Busuke made his mark, and attacked him tirelessly.
Ten seconds later, Busuke was buttocking, leaking his piss and shivering. Tired was releasing an intense killing temper, poking a black knife cut in front of Busuke's face. The tip of the sword is not moving at all.
Tired does remember at that time, looking full of pity and mourning.
Busuke understood. That this boy is not a sincerely evil being. He said he was heartbroken that he had killed his father in front of him.
But when I found out about it, it didn't have the effect of dampening the anger and hatred of Busuke at that time. It is not until much later that its effects take effect.
The ruin of Ming Shizuno was triggered by his involvement with a notorious sorcerer named Takumi Shizuno. Those in the clan, including Busuke, rose to vengeance, and were killed one after the other, and ended up with Busuke alone.
Even if he doesn't like it, he realizes that he should have done what his father said.
When I was told that tiredness was a battle my father and friend didn't want, my hatred slowly faded, but not everything disappeared. My heart wound hasn't fully healed yet.
Somewhat diminished, when I stop avenging anymore, when I stop hating tiredness, it's just a story I've made up my mind. I'm just keeping it down.
And since my tiredness has gone crazy, the opposite emotion has grown stronger.
Busuke went to the Yukooka Laboratory many times after being exhausted. He didn't come out of the room at first, but eventually he started showing his face, having conversations, and occasionally being able to take him outside only at night.
I can't abandon my tiredness. I can't cut out my tiredness from the life of Busuke anymore. It is unforgivable for a former enemy, such as the absolute strong one he aspired to, to leave his father and his clan so weak with the vengeance of his deceased.
"At least...... Just let me know how you got tired."
One night, while sitting in line at the park's blanco, Busuke asked tirelessly.
I had already heard the reason from Ayane, but Busuke thought it meant a lot to let him speak from his own mouth. If you told someone than you were accumulating tiredness by yourself, that would make it pretty easy.
Additionally, there were parts of Ayane's story that I couldn't understand alone. If you speak from your own mouth, you may understand and be more convinced.
"I... have been neglecting a world I don't like for me... forever. And... it was rough... Because I don't like this world... the people who live in this world... didn't like it... killed and committed it."
Rubbing the blanco quietly, Tired speaks.
"When that was sinful, I turned away... but somewhere in my heart I knew... and I kept saving my guilt... Now… all the memories of the sins I have committed have come to pass… I should not be in this world, aware that I am the most abominable being, so…"
"Oh well..."
Busuke kicks the ground and rocks the blanco big time.
"But you don't kill yourself because that's what you think it's worth to live with that pain, right? That's how you think you can't get away with death, and that's unacceptable, right?
When Busuke confirmed, Tired nodded silently.
"I don't think it pays to keep suffering."
Jumping off Blanco and looking back, Busuke said.
"Tired. You have great power, and if you live, one day that power will help someone. If we continue to live, the opportunity will be visited even more. If I could save someone with your help, I think that would be the best way to make amends."
"I can't believe that time is coming... so incredible to me right now. I can't see......"
"They'll come. Until the time comes - no, I'll hold you back for a while, while you need someone's support."
Ayane is trying to support it, but I'm reluctant to distract myself from Ayane, and I don't really trust her to get to Junko. Then it was Busuke's conclusion that it would now be appropriate for him to assume the role.
"I refuse. I persuade you many times. I'm tired. You copied it to my memory, but you don't know why."
Towards Cenri, Busuke said in a frightened manner.
"I also know that you still have dark feelings. The resentment towards Shizuno Rei is certainly still there"
"What's wrong with that?
Busuke hits a scornful gaze at the senli he intends to shake.
"You can see other people's memories, but you don't understand people's emotions at all. Why does Tyrone sidestep a man like you? [M] I do have that feeling in me. But don't you know why you're holding it back?
"It must be because you can't beat Shizuno Tired. So you're deluding your mind."
"Are you stupid, really..."
Fusuke laughed in disdain at Cenri, who answered with a true face, but was furiously angry that he was turning into himself and talking a hugely stupid dialogue.
"I'm not talking about it. You wouldn't know what I told you. [M] Perhaps your Lord's Tyrone will make sense. If you don't understand, ask Tyrone. That's why you gotta disappear."
"Ok...... No, I don't know, but I understand that the negotiations failed."
Sincerely, Cenri turned her back and walked away with dignity.
(Oh, you have a guy like that. It's a monster in a way)
Monsters also have a lot of mentalities that are no different from people, but Busuke feels Cenri is completely separate. And it was heartfelt angry that I was exposing and dealing with such a distorted inner surface in my appearance.
I can't believe Tyrone put too much on it. I'm sure it'll be very bad as it is. What should we do?
Still, I've been hanging in there. Ah, Li Mei and Apricot are going to get hit. Busuke and Sachimo. Oh, oh, Sylvia's been hit, too. Oh, my God...
Damn...... it's all my fault that this happened too. I summoned Tyrone... and put a whiff on everyone... And I'm just so freaked out... I can't even flirt with everyone... Ugh...
"What did you do? Tired."
Oh, there was Junko. Yes, let Junko want it. Much tougher than I am right now, and more importantly, I'm sure Junko will. [M]
"What the hell is going on? It's amazing. I don't want to be rude anymore."
This is what Tyrone did. Junko took out Tyrone instead of me. Congratulations.
Waking from a terrible nightmare, Tired held his face by his hand.
When I go to the living room, Junko is making breakfast, so I sit back on the couch and wait blurry.
"What did you do? Tie, are you in another rough cycle?
Junko calls out to tired of eating with a face that doesn't float.
"I had a slightly unpleasant dream..."
"What was your dream?
"Not really... I don't want to say it. Junko is out..."
"Uh, terrible"
I joke and say tired, Junko smiles too.
"I've been out every day lately, and you're fighting someone? Old tired, you feel a little."
Junko points me out, and Tired spills an embarrassing smile.
"Even to Junko... you should talk to him for once"
While grabbing breakfast, Tired told me all about the problems he's having right now - the foxes and the people he's up against it with.
"Oh well. I wonder if you're finally a sign of resurrection."
"I don't know..."
I was relieved of my tiredness because there was no sign of Junko sticking his neck in. The tiredness of these days, even though we lived together for twenty-five years, didn't really trust him about Junko.
That's when my tired fingertip phone rang. The opponent was Tyrone.
"Can I borrow your face for a day today? Come see me alone, if you like. 'Cause I'm going alone.'
"What can I do for you...?
Tired asks Tyrone, who speaks with a slight tone of shame, without being alarmed.
"Hmm. It's an invitation to a date. Just for one day... that... yeah... if you think it's a trap, don't say it's impossible. '
"I believe you."
Tired smiled and admitted to Tyrone, who raised her voice, but voiced a hidden voice of anxiety and anticipation.