Early in the morning, Zhou changed his blood phase and boarded the single Snowoka Institute.
"Go back! Undo the eulogy!
Zhou becomes an awesome sword screen and sticks a gun at Junko.
I just want to say, "I can't do that, and I say no. - But there's a condition you can put it back. - Okay?
Junko responds with his usual smile, without any cowardice.
"If Zhou takes on the same experiment on his own body instead, I'll make an effort to undo Hiromi, right? Well, it's not impossible to get it back on track from this state, but I wonder if it's close to impossible unlimited. Still trying? Chances are it's about 0.5%."
"Are you fucking kidding me!? Put the erudite back! Otherwise!"
It was a circumference that fired at Junko's leg, but Junko caught the bullet with a light hand and opened his palm to show the bullet. Two seconds later, when I wondered if the bullet had become like sand, it became even finer like dust and danced to the universe, disappearing without a trace.
"This!
Fearing, but unable to comprehend with one shot, Zhou fired a gun as he continued to stand.
Now it's a hassle to catch everything, so build an electromagnetic wall to prevent all bullets. I wonder if the bullet stopped me in the air, and I fall to the floor all at once.
Seeing it, Zhou, who admitted that he was both retarded, also understood by the boulders. Junko said he was a monster he would never do. Lie on your knees with your freedom in your hand and nod.
"Damn it! Damn it, how did this happen?
Circumference yelling in a shaky face with tears and runny nose.
"Uh, Mr. Chow. Actually, Mr. Hiromi has a message for you."
Junko with a gentle voice, as if he could fool around like that.
"Mr. Hiromi, because I don't have to live long - because it was actually difficult, and the doctor had declared me to have at most two more years to live, so I don't have to live another week in an unscrupulous experiment, so he always wants the power to just defeat his enemies. He said he'd have trouble dying before then."
Shocked to hear Junko talk, Zhou raises his face full of tears and snot.
"So, if Zhou ever rushes into my place and asks me to undo Hiromi, tell him this fact as a legend. And Hiromi told me that you didn't have to listen to Zhou's extra complaints."
"Ugh... Ugh... ooh... ooh... ooh..."
Nod again, the circumference leaking whimpers.
(From Hiroshi, did you see this as a place of life? Sounds like him. And Hirofumi, don't tell me anything like that, you've been holding him all by yourself. Motherfucker......)
Hiroshi doesn't matter what happens. I was wondering why I stood by the unscrupulous modification, but I was convinced.
At noon, Spica and Tsugumi visited the office of Law One.
"Mr. Ohashi, there's someone at my school who's doing Shimatsuyu. I'm Senior Yumtsuka. I'm close to the woman."
"The doomsday... na. What is island dew? I've only heard his name before."
Tugumi spoke to me, and Law One answered. Today's Tsugumi somehow wore a learning run, and the way he spoke became that of a man, but he didn't touch Law One.
(Do you have a slightly different personality? Compared to when you're looking like a girl, now you're Rin. And I'm naive when I dress up as a girl, but this one's quiet and grown up)
Look at the men's clothing tsugumi, I think Laichi.
"Uh, Mr. Ohashi. The painter has two hearts, and there is a day when he will be a boy's heart, and so..."
"You don't have to say anything. I haven't seen it with weird eyes, and I don't particularly care"
Lawichi tells Spica, smiling, explaining as she can't say.
"More than that, why are they calling me a painter? Are you a good painter?
"Yeah. You're very good. Because I'm an illustrator in the press department. Uncle Ohashi, show him the painting."
"Okay."
Inspired by Spica, Tsugumi took the sketchbook out of the bag, opened the page and showed it to Law One.
"Nah..."
When I saw the painting that was being painted, Law One was utterly silent. It depicted the face of the law of photography.
"This... you drew it without looking at it? That's amazing..."
Law One gives an impressive voice. At the same time, I feel ashamed that my face is depicted.
"She used to paint, too. I wish I could have gone that way."
Spica says in a sinking face. The mundane reminds me of my mother because it hasn't been long since my mother died.
"Because God is mean. Makes everyone suffer. I turned the world into a terrible system called weak predators. Weak people like my mother made it a world where I couldn't help but die because I was weak because I just didn't have the strength. Terrible. Weak or stupid, I wanted my mother to live..."
When I hear about Spica, the law is about to sink.
(I just want this guy to be happy)
When I look at Spica, I think Law One is the salvation that didn't resemble that stupid childhood tame. I'm sure I won't bear the misfortune of a mother. He admired his mother, but at the same time, as a teacher on the other hand, he grew up to be a resourceful child.
"If you look at the internet, it says it's natural for the weak to die. I'd like to say that I'm in that position."
"Maybe that's what you're talking about, masochistically."
Law One says to Skopika, who utters a voice that seeps through his anger.
"Even if you're weak, you can live weak. I was weak, too. He had blurred his head, and he'd been staring at his mother's complexion, and his heart was weak."
Tugumi said. Faichi feels that he is a comfortable voice, who has cohabited kindness and strength. Now I have a man's heart with a woman's body, so I also wonder if it sounds that way.
"God is mean, but we can fight God's mean, and we can win, too, right? You can fight even if you're weak. I can live even if I'm weak, and I can find my people. I was weak, too - once I succumbed to the cruelty of the world, I tried to kill myself, but now I live like this."
The story of Tugumi's attempted suicide was his first ear, so Spica looked at Tugumi in surprise.
"Painter, did you try to kill yourself?
"Yeah. I was in a class bully. So he jumped in front of everyone and tried to commit suicide. Where I actually jumped, I materialized those seventy-seven monsters. Yellow Sponge, you helped me."
"Whoa."
Where Tsugumi spoke so much, a huge chunk of yellow appeared in the office, so Laichi accidentally raised his voice. Tsugumi made you a Yellow Sponge.
"If I'm weak, I can understand the feelings of the weak. I don't think weakness is always bad. [M] Even if God is mean and you set it that way, you don't have to obey that. You have to be weak, you have to squeeze your wisdom and your strength, and you have to do everything in your power."
"The boy version of the painter is both physically and mentally handsome. Hey. I get love letters all the time, painter."
Spica, who becomes a lukewarm face to Tsugumi's claims. On the other hand, from the point of view of Method One, I saw that because Tsugumi is a beautiful girl in men's clothing today, even if she spoke of such an embarrassing dialogue, it would be like that.
Marcella was alone and had come as close to the office of Law One.
I felt like I couldn't stay or not in the morning. The desire to see Law One was strongly solicited, and when he said he was at war, it extended to the dangerous act of acting alone. Although I am wearing a disguise for once.
(I wonder if you'd be surprised if I came without warning. So, I was wondering if I'd be happy. Now it's time to finish......)
He came all the way to the front door of the office, cowering, but Marcella rushes to hide in the shadows. My feelings were toned down there at once.
The office door opened and Spica and Tsugumi came out. A little late, Law One comes out to drop him off.
"Mmmm..."
The three of them are smiling and having a friendly conversation. Look at that. Marcella roars.
(I guess I prefer younger kids...... I heard guys mostly do.)
Seeing Law One smile at Spica, Marcella thinks that with a complicated look.
(Ok, reschedule......)
I can think of something, Marcella.
"Hey, I need to talk to you for a second. All right? Don't call Ohashi. Tell him a secret story."
After the door closed and Law One was gone, Marcella spoke to Spica and Tsugumi.
"I'm the only one. If you think it's dangerous, you can call the bridge now. But that kid will protect you, won't he?
Marcella glances at the tugumi and says:
"Okay."
Feeling something that stifled his interest, Spica acknowledged with a stare straight at Marcella.