Chapter 1705: 1705 3

If there is anything, it is Uemami, who is relied on as the back number, but there is nothing like putting it on his nose. And while I find it annoying, I rarely rely on it to say no.

From an early age, I've been told much more than my great-grandmother, Umeko Uenohara. That it is the duty of the powerful to help the powerless. The teachings are stained in the upper beauty, so I'm just following the teachings and fulfilling my duties.

But because of that, I took on a weird case resolution. Occult is clearly outside the jurisdiction of Upper Mi. But it's also a case at the school where Ueme goes to, so I don't even think I can overlook it.

Though I talked to Junko as someone I think I can count on, I can't imagine from Ueme that I've even gotten involved with an extra person named Shibuya Ten Nights and Yumtsuka. These two, like Uemami, are so celebrities that no one knows them during Euthanasia II. We all know that they are the backstreet doorman.

Regardless of Shibuya Ten Nights, there is no good impression of Yunzuka. He is a troublemaker and irresponsibly throws things out even if they cause trouble. I've even brought guns inside the school and shot them threatening new teachers. It's hard to accept that his style of letting the power say all he wants is based on the values of superior beauty.

"Jaaaaaaaa!"

Upon her return home, Angelina greeted her by dancing in an upbeat mood at her doorstep.

When Uemami returns, this is how Angelina greets her happily. It is a daily familiar sight, but it is a very soothing upper beauty when it is moody or grumpy.

"I'm home, Mr. Angelina"

Upper beauty smiles as she strokes the tip of Angelina's mouth.

"Jap Jap"

Angelina takes Beauty's hand on it and tries to take her somewhere.

"Hmm? Dojo?"

While walking, I found out that the destination was the dojo.

"Ah, a rare person..."

I saw a long-sleeved man in the dojo under Umeko's guidance, and when Angelina did it, she was happy and found out if she had brought herself here or why. Ye Shan didn't show his face for a while.

"Well, I'll get dressed and join the practice."

"Jap Jap"

Upper Mi returned to her room and dressed for the road, returning to the dojo.

"Sonjayama, treat her to Uemami's counterpart"

Umeko moves between the two and lowers her hips, forming a front seat.

"Yes, maggots, but nice to meet you for a long time"

Ip Mountain bows to the dust. Ip Mountain and Ueme have also worked together many times. Regardless, Uemami has never won.

Nice to meet you.

"Mmmm..."

Seeing Uemmi set up, Ip Mountain roars.

(You've raised your arms quite a bit in the short term...... The boulders are growing fast this time of year. Woohoo... even I had a teenager who was a maggot...)

With that in mind, I set it up from Leaf Mountain. I'm going straight into Upper Beauty.

Upper Mi aimed at the counter and stepped in and rolled out a piercing hand, but Ye Shan tilted his body to the side there to dodge Upper Mi's piercing at the neck rinse, while sticking out the palm bottom and lightly hitting Upper Mi's face.

"It hurt."

"Oh, I'm sorry...... I was going to stop inching..."

Ye Shan apologizes with Pekopeko to Shangmi for holding her nose down.

"The upper beauty is bad right now. You were too motivated to respond to Ye Shan's attack. You should have thought about that."

Umeko says relentlessly.

"I'm always stabbing nails. Think ahead. Aren't you out of your mind because it's practice? If it was a real battle, I'd put mud on the Ueno Stream, and its history is closing."

"Ugg... Grandma Zeng, I can't get dressed in my teeth..."

Uemami grudges at her great-grandmother, who laughs softly and continues to dislike her.

After making several arrangements afterwards, Fumi Uemami had remembered something.

"Oh, there was something I was going to ask Grandma Zeng. Ye Yama-san, too. Have you ever fought a non-human monster?

"Is that Battle Creature?

Leaf Mountain inquires into the question of Shangmi.

"Hmmm... not like that, but the haunting of one paranormal relationship or another..."

There has been a battle with those who are also in the paranormal realm of Shangmi, but this time it is also likely, so I asked the question.

"I do."

"Yes."

Upper Mi pulled back a little as she asked the two of them a few questions.

"Do you have any tricks when you do that?

"I told you to think ahead and move, but vice versa. It would suck the other way if you were thinking in the field of common sense. 'Cause I don't know what you're gonna do."

"I see..."

"I will fight with instinct. It suits maggots."

"Because I can't be a maggot..."

I will bear in mind the advice of Umeko with admiration, while the advice of Ip Mountain could not be relied upon.

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Tsugumi also tried to portray the true figure of the demon uncle, but since he wanted to finish the nearly painted mithman first, the demon uncle decided to put it behind him. There are other paintings that I would like to draw as a priority.

Go home to your 2DK apartment. Tugumi's house is a mother's and child's home, and she lives with her mother.

I'm home.

Along with the bounced voice, Tsugumi smiles and sits at the front. This is the decision. I have to sit down first when I get home and report what happened to my mother today.

"How are you these days?"

My mother's cliff room seal greets me. She's a well-faced mid thirties woman.

"Yeah, I'm so well. It's so much fun every day. Every day is fluffy and happy."

Azami sees no falsehood in this dialogue. Until a month ago, however, the seal remained untouched while also discerning that it was false. I knew there was bullying at school, and I knew it was false to worry about me.

It's unclear what the hell the change was, but the seal is trying not to worry about the change outside her daughter.

No, the seals are secretly afraid. I try not to think about what kind of relationships Tsugumi is creating in the world outside my house and how it affects Tsugumi.

"Are you painting?

Seated in the same front of the tugumi, the seal comes to dialogue with the face.

"Yeah, time off or after school. Everyone will be happy."

"That's good. You're a normal kid, after all."

On the word of my mother's confirmation, the smile of the tsugmi draws, and the colour of the threat floats in my eyes.

"Yeah, Tsugumi's a normal kid."

Tugumi has a lot to do with her mother. It was also learning in the less intelligent tugmi. For example, when you ask a question right now, you have to affirm it immediately.

Tsugumi understands that he is mentally retarded. I also know that they are uneven compared to the other kids. I also know that it is strange for my heart to become a man or a woman by day. Above all, I am conscious that my mother painstakingly raised herself like that.

There's just one thing that Tsugumi doesn't understand. Tsugumi does not know that the mother seal is not normal.

"Right. It's usually settled. That's what they say... like I gave birth to a retard... Shit, shit..."

The shape of the seal changes. A neat face distorts with anger and turns into a youthful face. The grin also disappears from Tsugumi's face and begins to shudder his whole body into small pieces while sitting in his right seat.

Azami is a little distracted when she sees her daughter threatening herself. But at the same time, another desire and frustration boil down.

"Tugumi, do you want to see your father?

"I don't want to see you, do I?

This question is also the rule with the mother. Tsugumi has to lie. Tsugumi loved her father, who had left after a divorce four years earlier. But if you don't lie, it's gonna be terrible, and you have to because your mother wants you to.

"You lied!

The seal makes a golden sound and eagles at the hair of the tsugumi.

"You can tell even if you're lying, hey! You're not doing well with me! Don't you ever want to see such a shithead again!

A mother, who became a young figure, pulled her hair and brought her daughter's face closer to her own.

"I'm not lying. No, I'm not lying, so forgive me!

"Ah..."

Hearing Tsugumi cry, Azami instantly returned to sanity.

"Again I... what..."

Let go of my daughter's hair, look at her own hands and a little messy hair on the twig, a trembling seal.

"Your mother didn't do anything. Well, I paint."

Here again, Tsugumi has to lie. The mother suddenly goes crazy. And I get hurt for what I did. So Tsugumi lies. There is nothing. That will calm my mother's heart.

"Well... you concentrate on painting. Because I'm talented. I'm sure it'll be more than normal."

A seal whispers in his ear. It was her mother who told me that Tsugumi had started painting. It is not bitter because I also enjoy drawing tsugumi. Rather glad. My friends will be happy, and my mother will be.

But there is one thing that has always bothered me about painting. I am very concerned about the presence of those who appear in my head and speak up when I paint or try to paint.

Tsugumi doesn't remember when it showed up. I don't know and care how you showed up.

(Good for you Nah, your mother scolded you again yo)

My voice echoes in my head. The figure is clearly reflected in his head.

(What do you want? It was pathetic. Nothing good)

Tsugumi truly pitied those who appeared in his head - those who called him the Uncle of the Devil. Of course I'm not speaking to the flesh. I just spoke my own voice in my head.

(That's why it's okay, yo. Now I can paint a good picture again, Neh. Good or bad, if anything, that's for the painting, yo)

Uncle of the Devil speaks with pleasure. Here's what the devil's uncle always does. All I can think about is the painting. No, I'm just pouring everything into letting Tugumi paint. That's what it is.

Tsugumi now had a counter-intuitive attitude toward the demon uncle. Thought he was the best understander, but he looked like a homogeneous one to his mother.

(You just have to think about painting, yo. Your mother said that, too, Shaw)

Mother also believes in Tugumi's painting talent. He wants to make me paint and succeed in painting. Even Tsugumi's head understands that the reason must not be for the Tsugumi, but for the mother herself.

But who the hell is this demon uncle?

As a matter of fact, Tugumi understands that too. Origin. One of the inhabitants who lives in his head, influenced by a psychologist's book that he used to read, Tugumi drew in his head.

And at this time, under the influence of the defining words of the protagonist, who appeared in one non-fiction novel, Tugumi put him in the category. Uncle of the devil, is the 'unfavourable' -.

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