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"Theme Four Which Media Surveillance Role Deserves"

(Themes 2 and 3 and you're wearing it a little... Based on 2 and 3, maybe I meant this 4, but still wear it)

Seeing the letters on the display, Yoshiku doubted the taste of those who considered this theme. Seeing Van Damme, he seems to have had a similar impression, shrugging his shoulders with a sinister look.

"I think it would be a good idea to start with this theme alone."

I agree with Van Damme, sarcastically, for a long time.

"Oreo, can we appeal to each other and fight each other without opponents?

I agree, Yoshiku keeps sticking with the sarcasm.

"Let's start with you. Try to defend that Theodore point of sale."

Van Damme, who puts it in disgust, inspired me to fight for a long time.

"Mr. Theodore - or whether the media can monitor him. That's the theme I did earlier. Eh... that's why I've always been. That doesn't mean the bad parts will continue to be bad. This disturbance has become a good kunfull, and Mr. Theodore should try not to repeat the same foolishness -"

I cut the words along the way, and for a few seconds or so I was obliged to come up with the next word.

"I think the media side has admitted the bad part so far. Mr Theodore has also indicated that he will change it from now on. I'll take care of it."

I couldn't find a good word, it became repetitive, and Yoshiku became as sinister as I wanted.

(Oh... already... The sharpness got worse while I was there...)

Whatever you say, it's just a repetition of what we talked about earlier. I can't think of a good word.

"Just because he made an announcement doesn't mean the press around the world will follow it, and it doesn't provide any coverage"

But after Van Damme pointed it out, Shizuku's head worked super fast.

"Of course some of you won't reflect, but if you don't obey, it'll be the carriage of protesting on the side of the Border Ilane press corps and viewers, right? Especially the bad guys are punishable. Whether Mr. Van Damme is in this role or Mr. Theodore is, it's the same thing to do. And Mr. Theodore doesn't spoil himself because he's inside."

It's like being resurrected with Van Damme's follow-ups - like having the word toss turned into an enemy, a forever to remember that feeling. The tongue moves even naturally.

"Even if I protested, I'd say the receptionist on the phone said, 'I'll tell him there was a protest,' and there wouldn't be a try telling him that up there, would there? Can the press, which was always such a response to the protests of the audience at least, count on it?

Van Dam to keep it if you still hate it.

"Can you keep an eye on me? If that's not possible, Mr. Van Damme can move. Once that happens, it could also be the flow of the public believing in Mr. Van Damme. I just want companies and the media to stop doing things the way they make their vested interests shine and follow, or become the country's running dogs. That is not what the masses want. Say hello in the way the masses want."

A long time to tell in a powerful tone.

"Hmm. When that happens, you think you can trust me and leave it to me?

"I'm sure a lot of people don't trust me. I... I don't think it's going to be easy as it is now."

Answer Van Damme, who seriously asks, not dislikes, with a mysterious face by Yoshiku.

"Why can't I leave it to you, not just because you were trying to favor the media you obeyed earlier on, or because you have a suspicious deal with the state. Like I said, it's because you're not trusted. Because people all over the world have doubts about your humanity. From a normal human being, you can see that you are thinking inconceivably, or that you are someone who does not solve people's hearts, even if it is just a normal statement. I don't know the obvious common sense. That's why flat out, I can say strange things about vested interests being fair"

"Okay. Let's try to change the area. Talk to Kate... and the people around you. When I fail, it's mostly the result of running alone."

Yoshiku was surprised because Van Dam came here and left.

I thought that part would never retreat, but if they told me I was going to change it here, I'd lose the point to attack. Where I stored it in a stockpile, I went as far as I could to beat it up and taste a sense of loss like being scuffed.

(This is unsavory... No, I should have expected this to happen first, too. Stupid, I am)

The enemy stopped being mean, fixed the problem, and took off the light. No, it's not just about the will. If I had already signed with many media outlets, I would have thought that was an Achilles tendon for Van Damme and something I wouldn't readily say I would quit. But Van Damme took the kind of rhetoric to withdraw it lightly.

"I don't trust that either. Why don't you just say something?

A long time to carry out a pursuit with a painful penetration.

Van Damme laughs. Such an unpleasant grin, as if looking down at a trapped beast, shows in the eyes of Shizuku. The current penetration of a long time ago, too, just to say I expected it.

"If you say that much, you don't think there's any point in arguing at all? Whatever you say, I can give you back just your mouth. I can say the same to you. I was wondering if it was just your mouth."

"Oh, sure it is. I'm sorry. I apologize for that."

To return Van Damme, Shizuku tries to keep his face open by honestly apologizing.

(But... on the contrary, I can tell you that I made Mr. Van Damme change his mind, and most importantly, it would be easier to connect him to the last trump card he kept. Why were you in such a hurry without thinking about it? Stupid, I am)

Aware that I am confused and out of my mind myself.

"But at the moment, if I tell you which one you can believe, I think it's Mr. Theodore. Which makes me a better theory. Mr. Theodore is in a strong position to oversee the media, and he can do well in that sense. Mr. Van Damme needs to get into the organization first."

"If you leave that role to Grimm Penis and you have to get in from building an organization, you don't need much effort."

"Mr. Theodore puts it in smoother, and he can master it. We'll be building a system soon."

"It's time. Judgment. '

Knocked me off, and from now on, time ran out.

"I don't think I know this"

"I bet Takada took it."

String screws said with a difficult face, and the ring sitting next to him smiled and said it out.

The result is Van Dam 439, Yoshiku 468. Quite a fight. And as neither can be said, there are many who do not put in their votes once again.

Yoshiku was the third winner in a row. Now if you're tired, you'll settle for it. Even if tired loses, at the end of the day it becomes purely an argument only. It is obvious from anyone's perspective that the current flow is also long overdue

Eventually tired and Terrence show up in the ring.

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Tired appeared in his usual hoodie dressed as half pants with a black knife strapped to his shoulder. Terrence, on the other hand, puts his hand into the pocket of the jacket and enters with a gun in his hand. It became a confrontation in a state of collision in which we gained from each other.

"That's the most powerful sorcerer... Shizuno Tired"

"He's the piano player from the tavern."

"Some aliases are closest to God..."

"Are you a woman? Are you a man? Are you a man's daughter?

The venue was clearly conscious of tiredness and deliberate.

(I think I'm more of a major player outside the country. I can't help it)

Aware that the enemy is getting more attention, I think Terrence bitterly mixed.

(I asked you, Terrence)

Van Damme, without a later one, squeaks in his mouth.

In connection with the earlier battle of True Milan, a quiet fighting spirit is unleashed on each other. I minimize it and fasten it, but I have the impression that there are leaks and drifts in parts that I can't contain.

Tired stops the knife from interrupting.

Seeing that, Terrence burst into his nostalgia and let go of the grip of the gun he was holding. Then pull out the massive army knife that was resting on your hips and lower your hips.

"Heh, my ancestor, I'm not going to use the technique. I'm willing to fight with my sword alone."

Midori looked tired and said.

"If it's just a sword, does Terrence have a winning eye?

"I think it's pretty hard."

Midori answers the dog owner's question.

Theory Street, Tired rushes out into a straight line with Terrence in mind, releasing a poke.

Terrence wrapped his tongue around its speed and momentum, and the way his sword and body stretched out. When I noticed, a small chunk penetrated me, and the tip of my sword was approaching.

While aware that his reaction was obviously delayed, Terrence turns half-hearted and dodges somewhere else.

Terrence was also not given the leeway to be slashed at the counter after the scratch. Tired sees the thrust sent, or he waves his sword from body to body, and is slashed by Terrence shortly after dodging.

At that time, Tired was spinning his sword properly in his hand, striking him not to kill him.

But the tired sword cut the sky.

(Would you like to change that...)

Though it was a blow he thought had definitely hit him, Terrence had bruised the tired attack at the outskirts of a piece of skin, immediately after turning his body half and squeezing it, further backwards against his torso.

Terrence undoes his defiant upper body and is slashed tirelessly.

At the same time, tiredness - from a sword-wielding position, instead of swinging the sword back, he pulls his arm wide and punches him with a knife pattern. Your body automatically selects the fastest attack you can do right now.

The tired pattern was slightly faster than Terrence's knife.

Terrence trying to wield a knife, like turning on a recoil and putting his torso back on. But with Terrence's dovetail, the pattern was struck. Tired was so sure. He said it was now time to attack. Actually, it was because there were gaps everywhere.

But it also didn't decide on a tired third attack. On the contrary, Terrence was grasping and accepting the pattern that was rolled out in the hands of the empty.

Surprisingly tired, the knife swings. Aim is the neck muscle. You're going to inch it because you're not willing to kill it, and if it's inched with your neck - you can't decide a win or a loss on the rules, but that's already equal to a defeat. At least tired admits defeat there.

Tired lowered his head and dressed as if hitting a knife from his head. In my current tired posture, that was the best I could do.

(hey......)

Terrence panics about the move, but he can't stop it anymore. I wield a knife, my blood stings.

Tired kicks into Terrence's knee from close range, pulling his body as far back as he can think at the same time. This opens a little distance between the two.

Her face, adorable as a beautiful girl, has large diagonal cuts and a sloppy spill of blood. From the feel of the knife, it seems that the bone was also torn.

Bloody his face, he suffered obvious serious injuries, but tiredness laughed frankly. And with joy, he was quietly annoying the killer.

Terrence, on the other hand, is spraying sweat from all over his body. The series of attacks are all remarkable substitutes, and I am surprised that they were well outstripped by themselves.

Tired steps in again. The next thrust was an even sharper blow than the first one.

Now I couldn't get around Terrence in time. I lay my body sideways, just as I did at first, trying to pull my hips, but the track of poking was also modified as it evaded, and a tired black knife breaks through Terrence's skin and penetrates his flank.

Terrence sticks his knife out with his tired throat, keeping his flank pierced. Tired leans and squeezes, pulling out his sword and plunging. Now he's after his throat.

A tired knife blurs next to Terrence's neck. Also avoidance of rinsing of a piece of skin. Tired was in the mood to praise Terrence for avoiding this. I keep avoiding it a lot. So you're not on the defensive side, and you're attacking.

Now Terrence jumps backwards a few times, making a lot of distance. I wanted to get in shape and breathe.

(Strong... stronger than anyone I've ever fought for. Stronger than Umeko......)

Terrence, holding down the blood-blowing flank with her hands and sweating all over her body, gazes at the tiredness that lays her sword on the interruption.

Tired bleeds out of his face, but with a cool look, he takes Terrence's gaze and packs a little distance with his slippery feet.

"He's pretty strong..."

The truth I was watching in the understatement groaned with my gaze at Terrence as he appeared on the holographic display. There is also Charles next door.

(Now, under the rule that you shouldn't kill someone, it was a miscast that you chose to be tired. Once he's on fire, he can't be stopped in any situation, whoever he's dealing with. That's what happened when you did it with me. Kill Terrence like this and lose for breaking the rules)

Even over the display, it was clearly seen that tiredness was killing the mind in the true eye. Obviously tired, I don't care about rules or anything anymore and I'm interested in the fight to kill them completely.

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