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Mirko's parents died in the other world as a result of a U.S. military explosion.

Mirko couldn't easily accept the fact that his parents were dead. He said he was with me until morning and had a laugh.

All Mirko's family were close. His father was a family thought and often took him to play during the holidays and watched recorded Japanese cartoons together at night. It is the influence of his father that Mirko likes animation.

Her mother always smiled lovingly, but she was a fat woman who was scared when she got angry. I loved making soups, and the next thing I knew, I was making soups with new flavors. Occasionally I made soup that was too spicy and sometimes bought chives.

My six-year-old sister was busy, but she was also a sweetheart, and when her mother got angry, she used to come to Mirko and cry. I said I would be a painter in the future, and painting poorly was showing off to my family.

The whole family is dead. I just happened to go shopping and survive.

Those days are not coming back. That brutal reality is really unacceptable to Mirko.

Days on the way in a refugee camp. The reality is that NGOs and US troops come and go there to provide medical examinations and food and clothing and groceries.

Aside from Mirko, there were others who lost their families in US Army air strikes, cursing them with occasional crying. But the soldiers in the U.S. Army were doing pale work, not responding to anything, pushing their emotions to kill them.

Mirko resented them too, but the one who cursed them dined in tears and said, "Don't eat by being blessed by the guy who killed my family. There's no such humiliation! I didn't feel like cursing him as well when I saw him calling."

Later on, Sergeant Stewart told me that the U.S. military is a daily tea business, such as being cursed by their salvating counterparts when it comes to disaster support and refugee relief in various countries around the world, and that they are sometimes attacked. When distributing food, the less civilized countries need to be careful, and that is becoming the default, he said.

One day Mirko learned of the existence of a civilian resistance and was determined to fight with a gun himself.

I know what's really bad is President Mogoa and the Lost Paradigm. Because of them, the country is doomed. The spearhead of anger decided to point it at you.

In the middle of the same school, he invited one younger Ignaz, who was also a neighbor's facial acquaintance, and the two of us were acting together, but a girl named Origa, an Ignaz classmate, also mixed with it. And Tomash joined him, and he was acting in those quartet for a while.

I couldn't help but be scared in the beginning. I couldn't sleep the night I shot people to death, and even when I slept, I used to cry because I was having nightmares.

I thought I would increase the number of people, and I heard that there are several other vigilante groups that are gathered just for children, so I thought it would be more comfortable just for the children, and Mirko speaks out to the children who have lost their bodies in the refugee camps.

More than 80% of the children who spoke followed Mirko. And with Seguroamia National School V as their root castle, the Mirkos begin the fight in earnest.

Many of those who have lost their families have been killed by snipers. Snipers of the Lost Paradigm lurk all over the Old Town, sniping indiscriminately at all those who move. Shoot without sight, whether you are a woman or a child. They enjoyed hunting humans.

As a result, Mirko and the others focused on sniper hunting and expanding the safety area in the old town, thus becoming a sight to behold from other vigilantes, anti-government forces, and even the U.S. Army.

But the action has led to enemies being watched, and government forces and Lost Paradigm soldiers have attacked schools many times.

The US military came in and out of the school, and Mirko's chest was complicated, but I can't complain because they cover the walls of the school building with explosion-proof sheets and also deliver weapons, food, etc.

One day, in front of such a Mirko, there will be a decisive case.

The Lost Paradigm attacked US soldiers for the timing of their visit to the school.

In doing so, Mirko witnessed the scene of one of the U.S. soldiers dying wearing a child.

"Mike... you dress up and die..."

A dead US soldier's comrade was crying in front of the body.

"This guy has a newborn kid. Yet..."

Watching the whimpering soldier in front of the body, Mirko felt the black things inside him disappear.

I strongly thought Mirko should have another flame in his chest more than a fire of hatred and anger. Even if it isn't, I'm the leader of this vigilante.

Protecting the children gathered at your disposal as much as possible. And fight to take back the country. Mirko tries to concentrate on these two things.

Mirko always wondered if that was working. I was wondering if it's really a lot of failures.

For a year, the Mirkos kept fighting. He continued to walk, adding new allies and losing them one after the other. Life without ever hearing gunshots and explosions. I can't think of a day without a gun beside me. Children who always remain alert to their enemies when walking around the city.

Mirko was counting as many of his dead companions and as many enemies as he could kill. The overwhelming number of enemies killed was a great salvation to them.

One day, the mercenaries arrive and Mirko gets a lot of new inspiration.

Until now, I haven't had a hard time with the adults, just the kids. Because of their insistence, many children were unacceptable, but Mirko persuaded them all.

"Let's learn what we can learn from them. And for those people, our survival rate will increase, and we'll be closer to getting our country back from the dictator."

Though Mirko told him so, he also had such anxieties about whether it would be dangerous if the mercenaries were crude people or if they would have a new Lost Paradigm. I ended up worried about it.

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Some of the mercenaries were as old boys as they were, and they became close to the Mirkos. The mercenaries' leaders were a lot of substandard men, and Mirko rebelled many times, but he could learn different things.

And before he went to the last fight - not knowing that the last fight was still waiting, etc., just before he was informed that there was a last fight, Mirko showed himself on camera and connected to the internet. I was trying to deliver my own complaint.

Worldwide, anti-American demonstrations and anti-war campaigns are happening, he said. The self-proclaimed pacifists are campaigning for a self-satisfied peace movement, taking stock of this segloamian republic in time of war. As a result, there is not a single thing that is good for this country, even if the American army retreats from here.

There is anger at the difficult hypocrites. But suppressing that anger, Mirko thinks to plead earnestly. Trying to bump everything I think and wish for.

I don't know what the consequences will be. Maybe it's counterproductive. It may not go to anyone's attention before then. But I was always running straight and upside down. So this time I tell myself I'm just going to run straight again.

'My name is Mirko Gusev. He is now one of the civilian vigilantes, taking guns and fighting in Odilloomio, the capital of the Seguroan Republic in the midst of a civil war'.

Mirko spoke slowly. To sue the rest of the world about my country. I want you to know that we can fight our battles alone.

I think a lot with a cloudy consciousness. Various questions arise.

That American soldier named Mike, who had no regard for his own life, died with a bullet in his body, covering Lucia, a fellow Mirko. If you have a wife, you should have seen her dead without such a dangerous imitation, and Lucia, who helped her in the first place, died afterwards. Was his death fulfilled, in vain?

Elliot the mercenary broke and couldn't move. The truth is, without abandoning it, I went to help. Me too. So are the other two younger children. But that is also a dangerous act. Shouldn't the truth, myself and my children have done such imitations?

If you don't think you're going to let the kids die as much as possible, shouldn't you have gathered the kids willing to fight and done something like fight with them in the first place? Actually, aren't you the only reaper?

What's the point of fighting with a gun in your hand in the first place? Isn't it foolish to jump into danger on purpose? I just decided whether to fight alone or not, and this world is not going to change either. If you had grown up in that refugee camp, you must have been able to live. Someone else would have worked hard to do something about it.

And even now...... wasn't my act of jumping out to help one of my people really stupid too?

"No...... no...... All... different"

While telling himself it was a devil's whisper, in a weak voice, but based on a strong will, Mirko categorically denied it.

The consciousness I had lost returned. But Mirko knows. And this consciousness fell into darkness, and now I know that I will never wake up again.

I don't know if the pain is because someone gave me an analgesic, or if, at this point in time, I'm even paralyzed by the pain.

Several familiar faces looked down. Everyone was crying. Looks like the battle is over already. The child I tried to help also looked down at me crying, so I was relieved in the heart.

My falling self. A body that doesn't move. A body that feels no pain. rapidly cooling body. Bloody self. Feels like something important is flowing and falling out. The feeling that I'm obviously disappearing.

Especially - the fact that your body gets unusually cold evokes intense fear.

And in that, it should be noted, the question arises. That is not a devil's whisper.

(Wouldn't it have cost less if I hadn't been the leader...?

With Ignaz, Origa and Tomash's faces nearby, I decide to ask.

"Hey... I wasn't really a leader in a pattern... You all thought you wouldn't count on me anyway..."

"What are you talking about!

"No one thinks that!

"You're not stupid... you cared about that..."

Tomash, Origa and Ignatz denied Mirko's words, which he threw weakly.

The other children also hit Mirko one after the other. Words denying Mirko's weakness, words of gratitude, and screams urging him not to die. Either way, everyone was crying. The voice of the child I helped was loud at the moment.

"You're the one who supported everyone here."

I can't see it from Mirko's angle, but the truth told me quietly. Tears overflow from Mirko's eyes

(I could have died a very happy way. My people dropped me off... I'm definitely the one who built this. But......)

Even a happy death does not subside the fear of death.

"Haha... dying is so painful... you're scared. You can see that you are... gone."

Until you're completely unconscious, you want to be talking about something, you want to hear someone's voice, you spin the word. But no one's getting back to me. Oliga, Ignaz, Tomash and the other boys and soldiers all look down at themselves with similar sad expressions and just cry.

"You don't want to die. There are so many things I want to do... I have a lot of games I want to play, and an animated sequel...... Right...... I really want you to guide me to Japan..."

I felt like the truth was saying something, but it hadn't reached Mirko's ear.

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