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Gwangman had been in training that morning at the entertainment room in Ajito, where he had just moved.

"You seem to have a fever."

The sword comes and speaks to the light man who is standing on his arms. with a blatant glance of contempt.

There were many other constituents in the entertainment room, some of whom trained as well as others who were bickering with each other who cared, but the sword came in and spoke to the light man, so they all silence and pay attention to you.

That's just it, the air in the entertainment room got worse. But they know it's going to be worse. The usual.

"Have you had the fruit of that healthy effort of yours? It was an important role, but it couldn't play it either! I know you're incompetent, but I sent you for once, and that's what it looks like! In the end, you're a piece of crap you can't even do!

It wasn't the same as usual. I usually just stayed to say the twist and disgust, but the sword hold on this day was fierce and cursed hard. This is the first time I've seen such a sword held by meat hunk constituents.

"Don't worry, I won't use you anymore. It's pointless to train like that. Ewwwww, that's pointless. As just a decorative boss, you just have to hang around. I don't understand, but even people like you seem to admire them. That alone will help. That's all you need, so you don't have to train or study anymore, okay?

Close your own face with a nasty grin spread over the face of a light man whose sword holds crouched and arms lay down.

It is a lie not to use it. I'm just saying it with harassment. Now the organization is in a state of crisis, and the power of the Light Man will surely be needed.

"Hey, you're listening! If I tell you not to, don't!

Yelling and scattering, but the hand is a sword that does not raise. When you do that, the constituents of the dignity of the old meat chunks run out of bees and you could be killed. When I say tie up constituents of the dignity of old meat chunks with fear, there are limits.

Even at the moment, this reign of terror is a suspicious crossroads. It's only because of the presence of the light man that it's working. Many of the other old constituents have not felt benevolence at the earliest, but the pure innocent light man is still benevolent to swordkeeping and suppressing the rebellion against swordholding.

There was also an arrangement between the sword holder and the light man. After the sword holdings killed several constituents, he declared that if he killed any more constituents, it would take Kwangman to kill the sword holdings. I don't know the mind of a person, so I feel this tastes bad, whether it's a sword that can't be counted to rule terror or subtraction, and henceforth, the killing of the constituents is sealed.

With light men, swordholders and former constituents, the organization had been turned, all dissatisfied and anxious, balancing itself with a very subtle and dangerous one. Still, he continued to skilfully escape from the eyes of the police and had good fruition, so some parts of the sword were satisfied.

But the police are finally trying to sniff themselves out.

(It was a failure in the first place to send Gwangman alone. This guy can only count on battle. And if we're gonna give this guy a complicated assignment, we need someone to monitor and control it)

It is a sword holding that Kwang Man himself felt endangered but could not refuse because he wanted to test the results of his previous training, but the result is the worst major failure of the police officer in the back street section not to kill one and the boss of the key mafia will also be taken away by the police.

The most fearful thing about swordholding is that Kwangman showed up in front of the police, which gives the police a clue that leads to some sort of organization. As far as I can think of anything that is likely to be a clue, it is a sword holdings that I intend to destroy with all my might, but I can't help but be anxious to think that there may be something missing.

All of that anxiety is due to the Light Man, and today it is being hit by the Light Man.

"You stop."

Those who were in the entertainment room were surprised because those who stopped the sword holding appeared in a grumpy voice. It's a decision you shouldn't make to hold a sword.

It was not those of the organization who spoke up. I was hired by the swordsman, Rainbow Forest Evening Moon. Just being there is a man with a strong presence, but the presence of the Evening Moon at this time was greatly felt.

Guest, why don't you stick your neck in this situation?

The swordholder rises and stares at the evening moon. Nor did the sword hold yield to the presence of the evening moon, which emitted a fierce aura. Because I believe I'm the best person in the world and I don't doubt fine dust either.

"I don't know if I can make an effort. Besides... is that kid the boss here?

"Decorative boss. I run everything. However, the decorations are extremely important."

In the evening and moon of quiet inquiry, the sword holds answer abominably.

"Oh, oh, thank you. Hongmori Zan......"

Tears and runny nose draped like rage, and yet without quitting exercising, the light man thanked him with tears. The stretched snot is on the floor and even splashed.

"Hmm...... Good for you, boss. There's a guy who can cover for me."

The nose rang and left a throwaway dialogue, and the sword holder left the entertainment room behind.

"Why are you all watching this in silence? Is that your boss?

Evening moon looking over at the constituents of the dignity of the meat chunks in the entertainment room and asking them with the nuances to blame.

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(I know there are circumstances.)

It was the evening and moon of inquiry, even though I thought so from the inside.

"Everybody... I know... They're making me think I'm a bad girl."

"You have a narrow shoulder."

I'll correct you. Evening moon.

"It was. Er..."

"You don't have to stop. Go on."

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry"

I think it's rude to talk with your arms up and down, he was a light man who tried to interrupt, but he is urged by the Evening Moon to speak as he continues.

Kwangman told all about the circumstances of this organization as he continued to lay down his arms.

That I didn't run the tissue well in my time as a boss, and that I was collateralized to the gut of my constituents by an tissue called a secure incision. That it was the sword holding that saved the predicament. that instead he saddled into the outrageous business of trafficking in human beings. that swordholding exercises terror domination and also thoroughly manages the movements of its constituents.

And to the point that there is a current critical structure - even the part where the Evening Moon knows, I talked about everything.

"I have to work hard here to keep the police from catching me. I don't want anyone in this organization to die anymore. But I failed... and it's only natural that the sword should be angry."

"Right."

Hearing Kwong Man's painful appeal, Sunset Moon felt complicated.

The Evening Moon compares itself to the Light Man. I just want a place to die, I want the ideal way to die, even myself throwing myself into battle. A self who lives in fear of suffering from old age and disease and in search of a satisfactory way to die.

But Mitsuo is desperate to let his people die. I'm risking my life for that.

Every time I look at this type, the sunset moon feels drawn. Feel inferior. It makes me seem like I'm a lowlife. In fact, I consider myself miserable, even when it comes to reason.

Every time I see this type again and again, the Evening Moon thinks. People like this are the ones who deserve to live. Even at work, Sunset Moon decides not to kill this type. Tell the client it failed. Or I may cancel my job with dignity.

"If you like, I'll give you a little clue."

In response to the words of the Evening Moon, the Light Man stopped standing up and looked up at the Evening Moon. Despite his tough face, his eyes looking down at himself feel terribly tender.

"Hands-on... will you accompany me to practice? Will you coach me on how to fight?

"Yes."

"Wow. It's been thirteen years since Junko taught me something. Best wishes."

Glad to be innocent, the light man lowers his head toward the sunset moon. The constituents in the entertainment room are also smiling at the two of them.

"Thirteen years ago, how old are you?

"Twenty-five."

Asking the light man, who was only visible to elementary school students no matter what Sunset Moon saw, the light man replied instantly with a smile.

"Right. You're an adult."

"My body doesn't grow because of the modification, but only in my head. I'm still working on this, trying to grow up, but, I know. I'm sure he'll still be a child in his head..."

"It's important to stay ambitious."

Ever since I said that, the sunset moon feels complicated again.

This child is a much better person than himself and others. I become aware that it is hilarious, such as to say it with a gaze from above to such an opponent.

But that was what the Evening Moon really thought, and what I wanted to tell you, in the sense of inspiration.

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