Play with Mad Scientists!

Tired didn't get tired of anyone afterwards and boosted his powers as a sorcerer, repeating burglary, murder, rape, etc., all by himself.

The art of immortality could also be knitted and fixed at around twelve years of age. It is the age at which your head and your end came together. To sooner or later circle with the reincarnation of your head.

A large number of laboratory benches were required for the study of numerous procedures. Even a technique that did not require the use of humans for experimental benches, Tired actively turned living humans into experimental benches.

"Why... are you doing this...?

At one point, a tired girl lay asks, crying. Her parents and brothers are rolling in captivity beside her. After this, this family plans to use it as an experimental table for surgery.

"Because everything in this world is hateful..."

Tired replied with a shady voice. It's been a long time since I've had a conversation with anyone.

"So if you kill someone... if you offend someone, you feel a little... clearer. Just a little... just for a moment, I feel good... I can be. I will kill and offend for that..."

"We don't feel good... You can tell me as much about me as you want, so help the people in my house."

Tired tried angrily to kill the girl who complained about her family's life in exchange for self-sacrifice, but it caught my mind.

This is something I don't want to see tired of. I don't want to be conscious, I feel like I've avoided it.

I once had a family myself. But he was killed. There was someone I loved. But I lost it. I don't even know how many years have passed since then.

I wanted to taste the same thoughts as myself, and I wasn't killing and turning around. I never had that consciousness, and if I had, I couldn't kill you. I was trying not to be conscious.

Tired got that illusion, like a crack in his heart.

Though tired turned scattered and vandalized the village where the girl was, none of the girl's family ended up killing her. I couldn't kill him.

And from this moment on, the weary mind, little by little, becomes lost.

Then one day, nearly a decade later, Tired returned to the village. While wandering, I came by chance.

The girl was becoming a woman. She was making money on the kid. Girl with eyes the same color as tired.

After completing the requested work, Sun Sumitomo reported to Tsuiya that it was up to him.

"Mmm... I didn't know even Lord Starling Charcoal could do it..."

When I heard the report at the teahouse, Tsubagaya roared.

"It feels like we survived each other one by one. Nevertheless, the wild mob was wiped out, and their chief sorcerer died. We accomplished our mission."

Said the Good Sumitomo.

"The one left...?

"He's a sorcerer by the side of his head. I'm sure you'll have a grudge for killing your people and spreading disaster all over the world."

In response to the question of the Xu Ya, the Good Sumitomo answers lightly.

"I didn't expect to leave such a person..."

"You don't mind. You should leave it in the bosom of the Lord. Tell the man above that he has wiped them out. Of course, fool. You can report it honestly. It is up to the Lord to decide which one to choose."

With that said, the Good Sumitomo laughs sarcastically. It was known what kind of choice an arrow would take.

"If you recommend something like that, don't report the truth from the beginning, but report it to me from their mouth."

"He's a little mean. Then come out at best."

Good Sumitomo says so and drinks up tea and takes a seat.

"Lord Kin Sumitomo is here."

Xu Ya delayed a little and called out to the back of the departing Sun Sumitomo.

In the year after this, Sekiya Sunsuko snipes Nobunaga Oda but ends up failing.

Subsequently, the good-neighbourliness boy, who was captured after three years of fugitive life, was sentenced to saw-drawing. He continued to be slashed in the neck for seven days with a small bamboo saw and was desperate.

The second half of the twenty-first century...

"Hey bell noise, what's going on? They did something really good, didn't they?

A little boy with glasses peeks into the girl and speaks up.

"Weird dreams... look..."

The girl who slept in the chair - the bell sounds blurry and squeaky. Wake yourself up. The taller is obviously taller than the boy. Pretty tall for my age, over 170cm. Besides, it could grow from now on and grow more. But the look is still pretty and cute.

"What dream?

A boy who knows the ringtone well from the time he was attentive asks further.

"A warring man... a woman... Alone... lying to myself... alive..."

A bell tone that speaks blushing as you fall asleep.

(That's him...)

The boy groaned in his mouth. I have an idea.

"I don't know that explanation. When will you be able to speak properly, you?"

With a grumpy voice, the boy pinches and twists the bell-tone nose.

"Ouch... it hurts... Courage......"

"You're hurting me, naturally. But now the dumb face was funny, so I forgive you."

A boy called Courage laughs wildly and releases his hand from the nose of a ringtone.

"I... am not alone... I'm not even lying to myself..."

Aware of the woman who was crying in her dreams, the ringtone speaks.

"This Dobbs, again, said something I don't understand... That's what you do. It's so awesome."

"Oh... sorry..."

Now pinch and twist up both cheeks of the ringtone. The neat face you deserve to call yourself a beautiful girl is all distorted.

"No, just an apology with such a mouth doesn't fit my annoyance. If you really want me to calm down and forgive you, imitate the dog. Be a dog and apologize."

"Wow, wow..."

Ringtone of courage, no shame or hesitation, crawling on all fours to perform instantly.

"Hmm... whenever I see it, I'll calm down my bell-tone dog imitation..." You, I'm telling you to stop being short. What a waste of horny legs!

Courage yells when he sees a long stretched healthy bell-tone leg from his shorts.

"I'm sorry."

Apologize with a voice that doesn't sound bad. I'm not going to stop doing all this, no matter how courageous you scold me. Because...

"You know you don't like me being horny! You porn skunk! I don't know. About a third of the annoyance in my life is you!

Courage slaps the bell-tone thighs flat as you wish as you summon.

"Phew."

At the moment of being tapped, pleasure matter is secreted violently in the brain of the ringtone, and the ringtone is attacked by the feeling as if the current runs all over the body. My nipples are bulging and my lower abdomen is hot and wet.

"And even my voice is horny. Since when have you been so horny? Do something..."

"I don't care what you say..."

To the courage to say as if anger had drawn and pleaded, the ringtone became a troubled face, while in my heart I was biting off the joy.

Yukioka Institute. When the truth is in my room, I get a message that I want you to come to my room from tiredness. I painted a picture for you, so it was a request to see it and let me know what you think.

After visiting the tired room and seeing the large painting that was being erected, the truth has solidified.

It was a landscape painting. sprawling countryside. Mountains flashing across it. A painting that the blue sky between clouds is painted in a brilliant water color by the time it is bright, and that the sunlight that plunges from the gap between the clouds illuminates the mountains and the fields.

"This is..."

Truth groans with a trembling voice. My body is shaking too. My heartbeat gets severe. My chest is hot. I'm supposed to see it the first time, but I don't feel like I've seen it the first time.

"After all, you remember true souls well"

When I saw the true reaction, I smiled happily tired.

"At that time... I was in the light, and it seemed that it had become the darkness itself that had arisen from the light... I could see all that sight, grey. But it was different when I tried to remember it in my dreams. And I painted to follow the brush, and very naturally... I could paint a sight five hundred years ago."

Junko said that memories are only small and compressed into drawers and will not be lost. Even memories of previous life seem to be. Tired painted as his instincts went, and he was able to reproduce the sights he had seen in the painting without discomfort.

"That time - I spent with your head, a true past life, was only two and a half years. But those two and a half years are burning in my heart as an uninterrupted and important time for me. A time when someone important is made and their heart is connected to that person. That fun time I spent with that person and went around doing a lot of things. It's so... it smells so good to say, but it was happiness."

"I don't remember you saying that. So... what do you say now?

It was true that I used to hate this kind of tired story internally because it smelled annoying, but a lot of things changed my mind. In addition, I remember only a little face to face with my previous life in my dreams, so now I can take it with purity.

"There's plenty of dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction in this hour. That you can't monopolize the truth. The fact that my true heart has become obsessed with Junko and I am not comfortable with it. But... just because the truth lies down like this, it heals my soul. So the current time, this is a very good thing. Because time without truth has always been in the dark."

It can also be said that the majority of a life spanning five hundred years equals darkness. In that time of darkness, Tired has met various figures and let his mind go through them. That was the light that lit in the darkness, but it did not extend to extinguishing the darkness itself.

(I'm sorry to say so. Tired... What you did could have been a mistake. I suffered because of it. Because you didn't want to forget me, you were looking for me, against the logic of life, against the logic of rebirth. If I'd died normally, I'd have been attracted to the edge and seen you lighter, wouldn't I?

Deep in his true heart, the man in samurai speaks with a voice that no one can hear truly or tirelessly. He also knows he can't hear. Still talk. I don't even consider the act pointless.

(True, and tired... I am the same soul as true. I'm just a residual thought. But let me tell you something. Always... watching you guys)

If it's 58, let's play in the post-war era. End of story.