After the struggle with my parents, they told me what happened to me after all.
According to my parents, they didn't realize everything about me.
As I said before I fought, I noticed a little bit more through the destruction of the door keys during Carol's retrieval and the strange protection of the Moon Guard during her paternity therapy.
As for amnesia, it was normally noticed because he didn't look like he was losing it at all, he didn't feel sad, and he didn't show any desire to regain his memory. I had studied amnesia somewhat, but I didn't really know how to play it. I was just full of consciousness not to be taken of the phrase "not amnesia".
So, the suspicion of trusting it was MAX, so I decided to investigate it once, and Chris traced it from my Y-shirt to Tianyado to get my original address, position, and real name. I also talked to Bear, who is waiting for me in the master business of Tianyado on my behalf, and convinced that Sapporo is a person who shouldn't be in the moon and night watching where he needs to go.
From there, he said, he led to the question of what he was staying in the Moon Guard for, took a good look at my usual behavior, words and actions, and inferred my psychic battle desire.
I didn't realize what the match pump was trying to do, but instead I spotted the root part deeper. Parenthood really has eyes for people. I can't imitate it.
My parents were outraged at the fact that I was hiding my powers and imposing a completely unnecessary ordeal on the Moon Guard, but at the same time, I was deeply grateful, and that made me decide to send Sapporo-kun.
And there was Baba's cooperation in that.
Baba apparently made a lot of mysterious moves on his parents and built a collaborator position that he didn't know how to handle.
Create a demon king in order to hit the demon king. That's the mission of my clan, "he managed to throw up an evocative dialogue, and he sidelined the blood I drained for a blood transfusion into my parents right after the big shootout, as well as Ig's blood from the healing PSI drive he was smuggling at that time. It undertook storage management and ingredient adjustment.
I mean, it was the second surprise I'd set up in six months following my birthday.
See you later. Baba, I don't believe you anymore! Baba is really weak and troubled by phrases like demon kings and brave men.
After the seeding, my relatives and I returned to Tokyo on a boat of Miyama that came back to see the flash of a heavy battle that apparently reached quite far beyond the barrier. After undergoing emergency surgery by DD, I woke up after surgery and left the hospital room and left the moon guard.
I didn't say goodbye. My parents told me that they would tell me well, and I lost every tattoo on my right arm. I am no longer looking at the moon and night, and it has been removed from the Moon Guard roster. If I stayed to say goodbye, I was going to be an outsider but not an outsider.
I had spoken to Baba, who would stay with the Moon Guard for a while now for the end of the period, and I borrowed a smartphone at that time, so while I endured the biggest ever dying tight and constant growth pain of Nenrikin, I snuck into the appropriate rental warehouse and held a meeting to explain the situation and return to Tachiki. When I found out I'd lost my right arm, Mr. Tochigi naturally told me to have a healing drive ready, but I said no. I got the right arm I lost in the fight against my parents. I don't want to lose what I've got. I don't want to cure this right arm.
Mr. Tsuki didn't understand no matter how much he explained the refusal to treat him, but at the end of the day, he accepted something he didn't understand. I was in a hurry when I heard several signs that Mr. Kichigi was about to cry at the telephone. If Mr. Tsuki cries you down, I'm confident you'll fall.
A full day has passed since the paranormal showdown, and while Mr. Tsuki was taking steps to return, I continued to lurk and unconsciously ask about the Moon Guard.
My parents slept in bed. According to DD's diagnosis, with paranormal resilience, the general injury is completely healed except for the right eye, which should be able to move without any problems, but for some reason it can only move like a sick person. The cause is unknown.
When I touched my parents' mukimkin, I panicked and pulled my mind into a state of misery that seemed to tear me apart if I touched it poorly. You were predicting my theft, I saw a note that had been locked in Baba's desk, and apparently there was no growth pain in her parents.
Probably too unscrupulous. Even though it was temporary, my mind lived in it, and my parents suffered serious paranormal sequelae. Mukimkin is worn out and on the verge of collapsing instead of growing. It even affected the flesh.
But he laughed, "Don't need an eyelid and a wheelchair from now on," easygoing as he explained to Chris that he had no sense of sadness at all in his parentage and was confused and horny.
It didn't look impossible, it was rather refreshing and crisp like I had a cat on everything, but I was furiously sorry. It wasn't near my right arm and my right eye. Parenthood is much more serious than mine.
The parent Mukimkin grew 1.04 times, but after six months it was still growing through basic training. Though six months, I saw no limit at all to growth. My parents were the only ones who kept growing as I split my psychic powers into heads in a couple of months.
Maybe it was the same infinite growth as me.
If I had stopped my training and waited, I might have grown to become more trained and more capable of standing in the same place as me.
The bud of that possibility crumbled. Parenthood crushed the possibility for me.
I wanted to apologize to my parents. Someone who did all this for me is seeing me like this because of me. I wanted to reveal everything and beg forgiveness.
But no.
With all that fighting, everything was settled between my parents and me. I know that if you dig back and apologize, if you redeem your parents, it will be the worst insult to your parents.
As you can see inside of me like that, my parents occasionally say, "Don't apologize. Enjoy your life," he muttered to the void.
My parents know my thousand-eyed. You know my personality. It was clear to whom the words were directed.
I decided not to apologize and enjoy my life.
I will not forget what my parents have done to me and what they have done to me. But it is wrong to live in darkness only thinking about redemption for parentage in the face of sheep. Neither I nor my parents want that.
"Evil or not," "laugh."
I need to enjoy my life.
I changed my mind about sinking into darkness and thought of something fun.
Yes, tomorrow is the first return to Tianyado in six months. I feel like it's been years.
Let's go back to Heavenly Lights. Bloody miserable seriousness is already full. Let's go back under the bright day.
The night is over. The sun rises again.
#
Sometimes when I work as a part-time warrior in Tokyo, I find myself in an unusually easy and hourly job.
There are roughly three ways behind that kind of work.
One, he needs people urgently and is trying to catch his eye with high gold. This is delicious and safe.
Two, they're trying to get a fool caught in high gold to join the crime. This ends up being unpaid or dying the worst.
Three, work that doesn't really make sense behind it. Just behave strangely as some orders have been made, and my flying paycheck pops into my nostalgia.
The third thing I received this time was the rarest pattern. The restraint time is half a day, even if many are quoted, and the advance is 40,000 successful rewards 60,000 jobs.
The more generous the better. I was as suspicious as shit, but I sniffed from the job description my client described as a damn suspicious as a witch or sorcerer who hid his face and shape with a hood and cape using a hidden voice-over machine. The client's instructions are as follows:
· Stroll around the eye-draining rocks of the Hirazaura coast, Kayama City, Chiba Prefecture between 6: 30 and 7: 00 a.m. tomorrow morning.
If there is a man adrift on the coast, talk to him and ask him if he wants to go to Tokyo.
If accepted, take the car and deliver it to Tianyando, an underground tavern in Fujiku-ku, Tokyo.
· If there is no drifter, a walk may be cut up and returned home at regular intervals.
· The gas bill shall be paid separately, so the distance meter shall be taken on a smartphone and sent to the specified address in conjunction with the gas station receipt.
· Select the person you like because the rewards for success and the cost of petrol will be collected and transferred to your account or mailed by cash register.
It doesn't make sense. Especially in the first half.
Because it doesn't make sense, I can believe it's safe the other way around.
Unmatched high pay for job description and generous advance that comes out with a pong.
I have no idea what that means, but mysterious instructions that I know for sure mean something.
Details of being laid down, and the reason for the request you can't tell me.
Strange style of the client, seeping out even if he's hiding his identity.
It's like... yes, it's like there's some kind of big secret operation, and you're an ordinary person who's not informed of the situation there and is cooperating.
A forged part-time sensor said, "Take this job. Because it's fun, because it's definitely fun," he whispered, so I decided to take the request.
Before the day after the request, I was flying a light car along the coastline. The world just happened two whole days ago. Seven-length Island vanished? Two real cases? Something like that, a fuss, a whole series of extraordinary news, even when you're on the radio. It reminds me of the super water polo case. It's a mess of occult smell information.
In the meantime, there was a huge explosion about the dawn of yesterday to keep standing on Seven Lengths Island, and they're pretty sure the island broke. Isn't it too bad that the island cracks? I've never heard of it. It's not a comic book or a game.
Nuclear experiment theory, volcanic eruption theory, meteorite drop theory, plasma theory, super water polo and psychic battle theory, all sorts of theories are flying, but none of them have clear evidence. It was an isolated island in the sea, and it was dim before dawn, so the satellite couldn't get decent footage, and by the time the press rushed with a helicopter, something was already happening and it was over.
Opening the window and enjoying the late autumn sea breeze, I try to link this request to the incident two days ago. The two minds that I almost forgot.
Right, my client is a predictor of a secret society fighting super water polo, predicting the drifting point of a fellow drifting in a fierce battle with super water polo on Seven Lengths Island, or something?
It seems possible. No, you don't?... I don't know.
From the super water polo incident, the boundary between reality and fiction is blurred. I even think fiction has started eroding in reality since the plane crash. Until then, the delusions that had ended in one word of "Ariem (laughter)" are no longer over in one word.
No, there's a great time. Ninety percent of people laugh when they name themselves psychics and sorcerers all over the city, but ten percent say, "Really?" I guess they ask. Only two years ago, they laughed 10%.
I came to the place where I was instructed, while I was inflating my imagination I wasn't sure if it was paranoia or reasoning.
The coast of Tokyo seems to be crawling with wild horses now, but Chiba's sandy beach is a quiet one.
Get out of the car and hang out on the smelly sandy beach as directed.
Now you look like an asshole if you can't find a drifter. No, it's pretty much the same thing to find a drifter on the beach. It's a lot more interesting at a time when I'm walking on the sandy beach coming up to Chiba for 40,000 upfront jobs.
After a few minutes of walking, I found it and stopped.
"Are you serious?"
There he is.
There was a drifter.
I found it.
One man falls to his depression during a wave strike and is about to crawl to weak, dry land.
I really got the situation as requested, but I was in a hurry when I tried.
Oh, shit, huh? Normally it sucks, huh? People are drifting, drifting. And he looks awesome - weak. You should call the police or an ambulance. Here.
But I have a request. I asked him, "Do you want to go to Tokyo? I have to ask."
The first voice I call on a drifting person is, "Do you want to go to Tokyo?" That's too bad. You're out of your mind.
Ah! But that crazy consideration pays 60,000 for success! 60,000 yen if you go a little crazy!
I ran over to the man after I was lost and said on my knees.
"Um, I'm sorry, it's a really weird question, but, uh, if you want to go to Tokyo, I'll send it to you, but what do you do? Are you all right, sir? Do you want to call an ambulance?
"…… send me. I don't need an ambulance."
"Huh? Ah, yes, I'll send it."
Surprised, seriously, I wanted to go to Tokyo, this guy.
What is this about? It's like you don't know what's going on.
This is really a client predictor theory.
The man was in his mid-twenties or so, wearing a worn out, dirty white Y-shirt and blue trousers. And I don't have my right arm, with a thousand chopped empty sleeves dripping. When I carried it because it seemed difficult to stand on my own, my body was cold as ice.
He manages to carry a fucking heavy man to his car because of his seawater sucked clothes and puts him in the back seat. The wet clothes were removed and squeezed, and the passenger seat was hung. I'll lend you my coat and knees instead of clothes, close the windows, make the heating work on the cancer, give you the muddy coffee and leave for Tokyo.
On the road, the man would not sleep even though he would be tired and stared out the window.
Who the hell are you? Are you sure you don't want me to go to the hospital? Why were you adrift? Why do you want to go to Tokyo? What's your relationship with your client? Is it the blood trail whose clothes are subtly red and black?
There were plenty of things I wanted to ask, but I can't hear anything more than they tell me not to pry. If you ask me anything, my success reward of 60,000 could be a pa.
But if it's to satisfy this gushing curiosity, it's about 60,000... No, 60,000 is big. It costs you two months to eat, 30 trips in a row. Stop.
Asking about the flickering man in the room mirror, I ended up asking nothing, and I spent three hours moving to the foothold as instructed. Park your car about thirty seconds walk from the underground tavern. The road is narrow from here, no cars allowed. I had a man change into dry clothes. You were so weak, there's no danger in your footsteps.
I'm worried though. I've heard that people who feel like they suck once actually suck because they suddenly fall even when they're okay. Thirty-second journey, but I'll escort you. It's my job to deliver them to the underground tavern, not to the front of the underground tavern.
When I loaned my shoulder and entered the basement tavern without a sign, the people inside stood up and rushed over at the same time.
"Master! Welcome back!
"Nice going home. I've been waiting for you."
"Master, I'm glad you're safe. No, hey, wait, no arms, right? No arms, huh? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Huh? Who did this to you!?
"Chitty, chitty, chitty!"
Beautiful girl in uniform JK and a bartender with a gothic body like a bear and a charming defect with red hair and...... monkey? Why, monkey?
In the next moment I wondered, I was grabbed by a bad chest barn and slammed against the wall. At the same time, cold chills strike your whole body.
"Higu!?
"Temei! Temei did the master!
"Uh, uh, no, I didn't do it. I didn't do it! I don't! I don't know anything! I just picked this guy up on the beach! I said I wanted to go to Tokyo, so, uh, that's it!
"……… Master?
"It fits. Let him go. Sorry, you saved my life."
Master stuck with monkeys? said, the defect let go of his hand at first sight.
What's wrong with you? You scare me too much! It's the first time I've ever bathed in my life. You feel cold about killing. I didn't want to know.
(i) During the disturbance, the pedestrian hedge moved away slightly, and the last person in the back of the tavern came forward.
It was such a beautiful goddess that she could not hold her breath. Even if you think it's rude, your eyes can't get away with it.
What is this beauty!? With a dress, my chest, ha! Huh? Beauty! Yabe! This sucks! You have such a beautiful woman!? Oh, shit!
The beautiful woman tried to say something, but before she spoke, the master hugged her and silenced her. A monkey trying to scratch a woman is pulled away by an old man like a bear.
The master kissed the woman's forehead with a hug. The defect whistles, and JK shyly covers his face with his hands. The master said sincerely sorry.
"It bothered me. I'm sorry."
"... I'm not an easy woman to be deluded by. But I'll lend you a hundred to forgive."
The woman said so and stared at the master, smiling.
"Welcome back"
"Yeah, I'm home."
... Something about this seems to be an inspiring scene. I'm the only one who can leave you, and the rest of you are crying.
What's this awesome feeling? I'm not sure why I'm in such a touching reunion-like situation, either. Super awkward.
"Uh, I'm leaving. Tired, take care."
I whispered and dispersed. Work, done.
I went to check on the underground tavern a few times later, but there was a CLOSED sign on whenever I went, and searching by store name only revealed myths. I don't have any reviews. Maybe it's closed. It was a bit unusual and strange work.
Success rewards were securely transferred, including petrol. I don't know. It was a job, but you have a happy ending! Yummy! 100,000 yen in half a day. Yummy! Long live the suspicious part-time job!
Congratulations!