This is a rule of thumb or a theory, but I believe that it is in anger that people are sincere.
Usually the tone is soft, and if a nice person is also angry with his or her hips, he or she utters dirty words, rumbling, or whatever he or she hid.
Well, that's people. I'm not saying it's bad. Relationships that are genuine and pre-built. Live honestly, they'll just crush you. A lot of things.
Be strong if you think that way of life is shit. Develop the ability to be in a higher position than your opponent and not contain your emotions. The strong are the law in every world.
And, well, it's also people who want to turn against someone like that. I'm gonna lose you because you're weak. No brother-in-law or obligation. It's what they say anti-psychotic defiance burns because they're strong.
So, what do you want to say? People are a thousand different. The personality of people is also ten colors. That there are many ways to look at them. Some of them, like Saline and the chairman, can tell right away, while others hide themselves and do not enlighten them. Then piss him off if you want to see his sincerity. Dew your emotions. It was, but they're looking at me, too, like I'm looking at them. That happened to be the same. That's why I hit the real deal. As a courtesy to our guests.
Well, I tend to forget that it's the hardest thing to control just because I'm strong...
"First gate, do you mean breaking through?
"Damn, he's a horrible kid. This is the first time I've ever had a bait straight from the front. And it's the final breakthrough."
Something about Zigo slamming the wall, the wall on the right slides to the side. A staircase appeared leading to the basement.
"Look what you like. I can sell and buy it downstairs."
Don't hesitate to interrupt because I say so.
As we went down the narrow, steep stone staircase, there was a heavy door behind a little hall.
The door was inscribed with the workshop of Arrord.
... Arrow, huh? Ten gohans smells like we can go...
Knocking on the door, the door opened on its own. What a smooth, like an automatic door......
…………
What was spreading there was a beautiful and tidy workshop until stunning.
It's too pretty for my taste, but it's a good representation of the character of the Lord here. He said he was intelligent and calm.
"Oh, you haven't had a customer in a long time. There you are often. My name is Arrow and I am the owner of this store. Please leave it with me."
A skinny old man with a Wallace in a place like an enclosure. Deep as a high priest and sharp as a swordsman. And there was kindness like enlightening life.
... you're a different person from your recluse or your old witch...
A presence that has nothing to hide. Yet it doesn't feel bad at all. Nature as it is. Unexpectedly, I'd say 'I'm here'...
"Hehe. Seems like a good idea. Weren't you opponent in Samna or Zigo"
"... it was a strong enough gate. Well, I'm tired."
"Really? Heh. You wanted to see that for a second. The lower realm still has some interesting things to do, too. I wish I had stayed out there like Glenn."
"... Damn, what's going on with this country? Meaninglessly out-of-the-box..."
What kind of outdoor paradise is that? Abnormally.
"In people if you're hiding people. Even off the path of men, the mind wants a place. I want to build my final home in a peaceful place."
...... hehe. Apparently, the outsiders are still here...
"You agree very much with that opinion. Um... I'm Vivel Fuckfinny. Say hello."
"Oops. This is rude. It's rude not to name it properly. I... yeah. Parents, call me."
"Arrow, isn't it?
"It's also inconvenient not to have a name, until you have properly named it. I forgot my name a long time ago."
That's the longevity of a fantastic world. You jump through too much for me to understand - that's a story.
"Well, it's a lot of stuff. Okay, let me call you" Parent. "
"Then I shall also call you Mr Bei"
I laughed to respond to the quiet grin.
Every man. Every outsider. The world is full of things.