Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Maybe the girl was waiting for a day like this to come.

It helps someone.

Whether it was unconscious or not… even if it was a painful means.

The girl drags that overly long hair and hangs her hand on the wheel of a wheelchair. Some wheelchairs can be automated, but girls prefer to use manual wheelchairs to avoid lack of exercise.

Care is taken not to let the wheels fall on something, and everyone is always careful underfoot. That's also true when you practice walking alone. Kindness makes me happy at the moment and tells me that nothing is only in appearance to recognize people.

If you touch kindness and have to respond to it, you will be driven more than you need.

I can't confirm my own expression, so I say thank you only with my voice, even with a cover that makes them uncomfortable.

All good people.

The people who work in places called this association are not like the inhabitants of the world they know. Just blind, the public turned to white eyes and treated him like a disturber. What I remember is that I've had a lot of terrible eyes. That just put a strain on my brother, too.

I don't have a brother to protect me anymore.

I'm not, I shouldn't be just a weak person to be protected anymore.

I need to be able to do anything myself from now on.

And from now on, I can protect someone, I want to walk that time.

Whatever I did, I wanted to help someone.

I can only keep myself that way anymore. Ever since I woke up, I've felt lonely in this new world. Only one loneliness left behind can be filled by touching people. Maybe it's hard to fill a girl's decades-old vessel.

I'm not old enough to be alive. It's not a good world to be nice to blind footsteps. Only a young voice, an old man who talks stinky when he does, treats me like he says it doesn't hurt to put things in his eyes.

Since when has this world been kind to the weak?

I feel thrown out of the world I know. Do we all feel some kind of disabling in the same way? Will I be as blind or as blind as I am?

I even began to think about such a masochistic thing as whether you would be kind to me because of the same situation.

I was told that I had transformed this world into a world where I could be gentle, but I didn't really feel it.

Is that what I did?

If it wasn't my will, I'm sure someone would have done so on my behalf.

The great men of this world glorify me like a goddess. Say thank you like a protector of the world.

It's not me. Someone was just protecting the world... I was listening to it with a smile —— with a look that I thought was a smile.

(Ars —— your brother must be doing a lot of good for me. Occasionally the bitterness mixes with my voice though)

Ars, the tenant who killed his real brother. But I don't think anything anymore.

No, there was no resentment from the start -- strangely enough.

Even though they killed my brother, I felt that Mr. Ars had saved my brother. Maybe I really should be angry, but when I heard everything, I thought my brother was finally free of me.

Yeah, no. That brother has always been just about me, and I'm the best. I was all alone.

Even the bad guys were heroes of justice to me. So I have to walk away on my own so my brother can feel safe now. Because there are so many more heroes than there used to be.

Even if you are blind, the world can walk on its own today.

Only one thing, if I were to defy my brother.

(I like it, people here, brothers and sisters Loki, they're all good people. We all love it. That's why I don't like being able to do anything. I'm just not your brother anymore to have me protected, I'm protected again...)

The hero Tan, whom my brother had made me listen to, was to turn everything else against his enemies in order to protect only one person, and to keep protecting them until the end. I really liked it.

It was romantic and I liked that there was only a small amount of salvation in the broken world. There was a template there as a person. Correctness as a person was left behind.

So now I think, if what I want to protect is the world... if it was the world, is it greed?

Maybe it's harder than protecting one.

But what I want to protect is draw a story as nice as the hero Tan.

But it's nice, I don't talk about things that are just beautiful. He who is called a hero behind it is lonely, and he also knows that he is through unbearable pain, just as his brother was.

Protecting it is not easy.

Actions are courage, achievement is patience, I guess.

Latifah was moving his wheelchair with thin arms, moving it even higher than the Association's rooftop garden.

There are seven spires at the Association headquarters. I climbed to the highest of them and went out to the terrace.

No matter how freely you can travel, Latifah still can't do it. In morbid thin arms that women don't envy either, they quickly get tired.

Even if you get sudden knowledge in a few months, all you have to do is take time.

That's a shame.

"Are you sure? No one wants you to suffer any more, Mr. Latifah."

The woman who carried Latifah so far relented with loneliness in her voice. He said he could still turn back.

"I'm sorry I said I couldn't. I want to, that's what I thought.... I'm sorry, I know I'm exhausted"

"No, I was trying to stop you, even by force, but I'm sure I have myself to come here and be confused"

"I don't know"

To the monologue of the woman, Latifah sadly bows the head of the subject without understanding.

"It's fine. It was a little difficult, so forget it."

The woman said the correction in a bitter mix of laughter. There is also nothing more frivolous than explaining the words that came out of my impudence.

It's still shallow in the sun since Latifah breathed back, so it's too selfish to tell her to guess at a young age if she's spiritual. Knowledge is another story.

The woman gently approached from behind and gently wrapped her golden hair out. I guess I didn't sneak out dragging my hair because I'm a girl. It can also be said that I could only distract complex thoughts with this.

"Mr. Latifah, I will ask you again. That's really good. I'm sure someone will grieve. But you really don't mind."

The voice of a woman who repeatedly takes confirmation is not to blame, but to say "stop" even now.

Even if I wrap my hair around it, the high ground causes the strong wind to disturb Latifah's hair and go. Probably the most expensive around here, except for Babel.

Not strong, but some sunshine hurts Latifah's eyes. I didn't want to take him out without Ilyis' permission, if possible.

Without Latifah's strong request, no one would be so unscrupulous, and no one would want it.

The woman treated her husband in a courteous position in order not to be as emotional as possible.

My husband tells me to grant Latifah's wish wherever possible, but among other things, he also tells me that I should never let him.

If you are in danger to Latifah.

If you come with a magical anomaly.

Restricting the acts and actions that induce them.

But I was about to come here and renege on my husband's promises.

Latifah moved the wheelchair a little and took the cover.

There's one pretty girl with an adorable face there.

Long eyelashes, morbidly white skin.

And a strong eye to live now was directed at the woman.

"I want to spin my hero Tan. Yeah, I want to help you with that. Help the hero. I don't want to give back or anything, I want to be useful, yeah, it's hard, words."

Latifah turns away from the sun and turns to a soldering grin. Whether it was because of the cover or because of the flaming face, it was hidden from view.

I know what she's trying to say painfully. Knowing her situation makes me want to feel sympathy too.

Latifah has been involved with and learned a lot from many people over the past few months.

That should have encouraged spiritual growth as well.

I can interpret this assertion as meaning... I want to live. He had such strong eyes.

My chest is tightened.

Makes me think this can't be stopped, and it shouldn't be.

Even if my husband stops Latifah, he's going to break it. She is following her own mind into action. People like that, they can't stop it. Even if it stops, it then creates some kind of mental disorder. Comes a magical anomaly.

(No, you can't. It's my mistake to see her as a child. Mr. Latifah is a fine adult. I'm trying to get up on my own)

If this was an innocent child who knew nothing, he would have been able to teach as an adult or exercise his strength.

But she isn't.

Latifah turns an innocent grin on the woman who dropped her shoulders with Gakuri.

"Please, help me. Lynne,"

The fearful spinned voice was trembling badly.

Lynne feels like this is what a lifetime favor means. And if you feel that way, you'll also know the pointlessness to persuade.

But Lynne hasn't even asked me for more information about what I'm going to tell you to help. I guess it's just not about making books read or teaching you how to study. If it was, I feel like I could accompany her as much as I want in exchange for being unscrupulous.