"Hey, Bob. Quiz."
Every time I heard this conversation from my father's mouth, Bob Maligan froze in fear.
"That's incorrect! Blackaw!"
If he misses the quiz, the father makes a pleasant voice and punches his son with his fist with a crooked smile. Although it's a little awkward at first, but I still punch him in the face with my fist, so Maligan always had a mole on his face and started bleeding immediately with a little something. My nose bleeds even if I'm a little excited, even if the temperature changes a little, even if I just exercise, so I started packing tissues in advance before playing sports.
Maligan left the house at the age of thirteen. And I became a street gang.
Maligan returned home at the age of fifteen. And he started revenge on his father.
Hey, Daddy, it's a quiz.
Every time I heard this conversation from Maligan's mouth, my father trembled in fear.
"That's incorrect! Blackaw!"
If you miss the quiz, Maligan makes a happy voice and beats his father with a distorted smile on his mouth. Since he beat his face without any effort, his father's face was in a state of constant fracture rather than an endless mole.
One day, his father was taken to the hospital.
My father broke. I'm not dead. He's alive, but he's gone. Whether you talk to him or beat him up, he just looks up at the void like he's been stunned forever. No, I was actually stunned.
Maligan was horrified. I ran scared to see humans break. And I can think of a horrible possibility. If I had obeyed my parents without rebellion at all, it could have happened to me.
Maligan also felt terribly guilty about destroying his father. Even such a hopeless father did not hate it deeply. I realized that I really admired it somewhere in my heart.
Maligan was struck by the feeling that the possession had fallen since then. It was accompanied by a strong feeling of weakness.
"I was raised with my parents hitting me half funny, and I beat my parents half funny for revenge... and broke my parents... I'm a piece of shit. It's like shit in shit."
Marigun murmurs as she sits back on her chair and looks down at the nosebleed falling on the floor without trying to wipe it.
"What's the matter? I haven't been well lately."
Kelly Murdoch, a boy of the same age belonging to the same street gang, called out.
"Actually...."
For the first time here, Maligan told me about his father.
Honestly, I didn't like talking until now. I was ashamed, because I had a bad father, I grew up in a bad family, and I was a bastard, and I did the same thing to my father, and it all made me feel awful.
"It's not uncommon. We all are. If I grew up in a decent family, I wouldn't be a gangster."
Maligan was surprised that Murdoch laughed lightly. I could be convinced that that was true if I was told, and I thought it was stranger that I hadn't noticed it before. Anyway, if I tried Maligan at that time, it was scaly from my eyes.
I was only aware and pessimistic about myself. I felt inferior on my own. That made me very stupid.
"I'm better than you. I've been carved by my father since I was seven. My mother remarried, not my real father. It was a short and small penis, but on the contrary, it was a salvation part. And when I was 10 years old, my drunken father's anus was stuffed with firecrackers and exploded. Until then, I was like a scum that was left eaten and eaten, but I realized I had to defy it in order not to be eaten."
Sure, it was worse than me, and I thought it was amazing what I did over and over again, and Maligan felt awe of Murdoch.
"I don't want to be eaten anymore. That's why I chose the food side. How about you, Bob?
"I don't like it either. I mean, don't call me by my name. I don't like my name."
I see. Strange encounter. Me, too. "
"I agree. I'll turn to the eating side. I'll do what I want. I'll make it my food from one end of the world."
Everything in the world is just me. Maligan decided to eat everything for his pleasure, for his desire, for his satisfaction, for his happiness.
All right, time for the quiz.
Faced by Homeless Hayama, Maligan raises his index finger and laughs slightly.
"Which idiot thinks it's cool not to blur, or what do you say, or do you think it's very harmful?
"That quiz, that litmus paper of understanding."
In response to the quiz, Hayama spoke such a word without putting in her hair.
"Huh?
Maligan smiles with an impressive and intriguing voice.
"I'll ask you why you think so."
"Whether or not you like it is an emotional issue is a matter of putting it on the shelf for the time being, looking directly at reality, and judging logically. There are people in the world who do not take a good look at the questions asked and give answers to their own preferences, or put their votes in. This quiz was litmus paper to measure it, and it was visible in the clear flies' eyes."
Hayama talks as he slowly flips his hands like wings.
"This quiz has one purpose. In general, it is not a question to answer in white or black. Finally, it is a case-by-case situation, and it is not always possible to decide which is bad. After you gave me your answer, did you intend to talk about it? Well, my answer is... people who don't change their minds at all are often annoying."
"Phew... my quiz will roar at you, and you'll see through all that."
Marigan listens to Hayama's answer, puts his hand on his chin and smiles with satisfaction.
"Fufufu... when I became a fly, I burst into my head. It's not like my usual maggots. Bunnh, bunnh!
"Was the movement of the hand a mimic of the form of a fly...? Now that the quiz is over, let's go!
Maligan fired two shots first, but Hayama took a light step to dodge while keeping his hand open.
"Something... disgusting."
Truly murmuring. I agreed with Maligan. I can only think that it is a mess.
"You don't have to understand. But this is the reality. No matter how much you hate flies because of your emotions, shooting them in the glorious sky is a difficult business that is close to impossible. That's the reality. Bunnnnnnnnn"
"Shit."
Marigan poisons Hayama and shoots again, but he still flickers.
In the meantime, Hayama fired suddenly.
Maligan lost sight of Hayama's shooting, which left him feeling no sense of killing. When I noticed, I was shot in the right shoulder. When I realized that Hayama had shot me. It's a marigan that even remembers the illusion that time is gone.
Fortunately, it didn't pierce bullet-proof fibers, but it was a great mental shock. In Maligan, astonishment, fear and anger boil strongly at the same time.
"Still don't know? No matter how much you hate me or how much you fool me, no one can stop me from becoming a fly. That's real."
Yeshan murmured with his face as he clasped his hands and walked around constantly in a strange way like a suspicious fucker.
"This guy... is one of the most annoying guys I've ever met in my life... the most annoying guy I've ever seen in my life. It might be the best three if it's so useless....."
With a smile - a smile that pushed and killed anger and fear, Marigan turned into a cyborg, pointing his left hand at Hayama.
The beam is released, but Hayama is easy to dodge.
"There's Grenade too!
True will raise the cry of warning to Hayama.
(I don't know. That was just one shot....)
Maligan murmurs in his mouth as he becomes a traffic cone.
Hayama fires one shot. Maligan couldn't react again. I ate it in the middle of my stomach this time. Bullet-proof fiber once again prevented the bullet from penetrating, but it does not inhibit impact. Marigan leans in anguish, struck by intense pain that shakes his internal organs.
Maligan stepped forward a little, but he managed to endure the quagmire. The tissue stuck to my nose fell on the roof and bled out of my nose.
(If I get shot in the head... am I finished...?
The anger subsided. Fear reigns now. But Maligan noticed there.
(He can shoot without killing himself. Instead of relying on deception and intuition, you just need to rely on your vision. That's a tough story, but it's not like there's no chance.)
Maligan stares at Hayama as his heart is about to be filled with fear, rekindling the fire of fighting spirit.
Hayama shoots. Maligan was watching. And it moved immediately.
A bullet flew through the space where Maligan's head was until a few seconds ago.
"Uooh!?
Maligan screams like a scream. The moment he dodged, Maligan's scaffolding was lost and his body was wrapped in the feeling of being thrown into the air.
It was a marigan that stepped on the part between the roof and the part between, and because it was a brittle part of the roof, it stepped through the clothes and fell.
(Is this... lucky that you're unhappy? Is this the divine revelation of retreating here?
Marigan puts a butt mochi on the dirt in an alley in the homeless city, he thinks.
(Now... let's leave. Abdominal pain.... But that flyman. Nice guy to play with. It's been a long time since I bluffed. This time, I will definitely kill you.)
As he stood up and left the scene in a fluttering but hasty fashion, Maligan smiled and rolled his fighting spirit on his face.