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Tired and Midori merged.

"Heh, ancestors, shake it for thousands of years. I mean, it's blurry, and you struggled?"

The clothes are torn and flaky all over, and the hair looks a little messy and tired, and Midori touches it.

"Because I fought with the dreamers. It was pretty tough. I won, though."

Tired of smiling satisfactorily and reporting.

"Did you kill him?

"Apparently, you didn't have to kill him."

To Midori, who is seriously asking, Tired answers with a pranky grin.

"You're in a good mood sometime, Ancestor. I hope you can always be like that. I like my ancestors better now."

"When we do, we always have to kill each other. It feels like going back to the old me. My adolescence is a battlefield full of blood and mud."

"My true brother doesn't want to battle his ancestors much, but he's trying to get away with it."

"If you show the attitude you are committed to adding and subtracting, I think you will think"

I'll tell you from Midori's mouth.

The two Shizuno magicians, who walk shoulder-to-shoulder in conversation, eventually reach the penetration of the aisle.

There are doors on both sides of the poke, but the lights leak from one side and there are also signs of people.

"It's unlocked. Gupiu."

A voice came from inside, tired opened the door, and the two entered the room.

It was a large lab inside. Some equipment can also be seen at the Snow Oka Laboratory, but some are unfamiliar.

"Gruppy... you got there first with your hipster wipes, not Junko"

Historical pleasure swept back into the chair, looking tired and miserable and smiling.

"All with hipster wipes. So, what do we do now? You think you can beat us both?

"I'm not interested in you guys. I'm waiting for Junko to come, but okay. If you're free, watch Harry live."

Historical pleasure referring to a large screen holographic display projected into the air.

"You want to talk to Harry if you can."

When Midori says, Historical pleasure opens his mouth in disdain.

"Don't be impotent. Harry ends his life at the same time as this concert. I'm a fan of Harry's too, and I don't really like to move in brother-in-law, but I just want to do what Harry wants. So I won't let you get in the way."

"I'm not going to interrupt. Ma, no. Was it Harry you wanted after all?

"Guppy, asshole. If that's all, I can call Junko. It's because I wanted to show him a lot, including about O'Annes and the suicide concert. So, let me help you with my research."

Historical pleasure pleasantly says, reflecting another display.

A true figure falling in a blood build-up is shown in the aisle.

I'm not surprised because I know Midori. Tired peels off his eyes for a moment, but immediately suppresses his emotions.

"This guy, Junko's what? I'm dying, though. Maybe a boyfriend?"

"No, sir."

Tired answered Historically Pleasant's question immediately and clearly.

True consciousness awakens in the dark.

Someone is nearby. I'm looking at myself. And he grins slightly.

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Looking up, he saw a long-haired samurai wrapped in blood and mud, crouching and grinning slightly.

The truth was that the person looked familiar to me. I remember appearing several times before when the truth fell into distress.

The truth was I already knew who it was. Himself. Himself in a previous life. Probably the self of a wild samurai who lived his warring years with tiredness.

"Let's say...... You're doing your best."

The despicable smile that has stripped his teeth out does not seem very true past life if others see it. But I know the truth.

"That's right. Of the three, I can tell you I'm the closest. I don't know if you remember, but I was the first one to show up before you. Compatible. If you look only at the good side, the Beast Emperor will be closer."

I truly understand why the wild samurai appeared. To keep the true soul in this world for a little while so that it does not fly into the underworld.

"You're happy. I can't believe I haven't changed in the next life. Living full of strength, scratching my feet. I'm up against it. Fighting. It's the same even when you're reborn. I'm what I am. I'm still hungry, and the immature part stands out. But I'm really glad. Wonderful pleasure."

True herself, she said that from herself who lived in harsh times, and she felt like she wasn't even in the mood for it.

"You wouldn't have broken my heart to the truth that I'd know before it was too far away. Or you can tell me now."

The Wild Samurai dialogue became smaller along the way and deafening along the way.

When the obstruction came in, the truth was intuitive. By whom? I also know the answer to that. He said it was obstruction by himself.

When I woke up, the truth was I was on my back.

And beneath the true, Junko slept on his back this again, turning his hand from his back and hips to his true belly and chest, holding him tight.

"He's alive... Did Yukooka help you?"

True to say and confirm what I understand. My whole body is dally. My body doesn't move properly either. I think he must have been anesthetized.

Junko wakes himself up. A true head goes down to around the groin of Junko, and his upper body rides over his leg in the outfit.

"I sutured it. The bullet has also been removed. However, just after suturing and transfusing, don't move too hard. Well, you won't be able to move until the anesthesia's out."

Junko said, looking down at his true face with a happy smile and stroking his cheek. Junko feels blissful when dealing with or caring for a broken truth.

"Blood transfusions... do you have the right blood for me anyway?

"Yeah, True, I took your blood from the lab at Apart. It's someone else's blood, not yours. Blood cultured from clones. Not only does it store blood, it also stores partial clones, so it can handle body defects, but it doesn't make it fast and fast."

Junko tells me that a large number of true partial clones are stored at the Yukooka Institute.

"So, why are you stuck?

"I was replacing the bed. I need to keep my body cool, and I'm not gonna be able to stand it in my bed until I'm feeling better."

(Patience...)

Truth laughs in my heart about what I'm telling you to put up with. Are you telling me to put up with the fact that my soul is going to wander over the feeling of skin and flesh and the comfort of my body temperature, which the anesthesia gradually disappears and conveys enough even over my clothes?

(I feel better and more at ease than any woman I've ever held. Compatible. unforgettable)

True I almost drowned in superior comfort, but Junko stood up slowly.

And as I rise, I lift my true body.

"How to hold it again..."

"Uh, aren't you happy? Just embarrassed?

I imagine myself being held by a princess and truly dropping shoulders in my head.

"As for embarrassment, of course, well... aren't there some unusual men in the world who feel that women hold their princesses and are happy with that? I'm not very happy..."

"True, you want to hold me more?

Junko asks, spreading a pranky grin. It was true that I wanted to destroy more than a hug, but naturally I didn't say it.

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