Play with Mad Scientists!
Place a futon on the floor, Ayane awaits her tired return home. It's already late at night and it's usually time to go to bed.
Add charcoal to the fire bowl. I feel particularly cold this winter.
Ayane liked winter.
I used to hate winter. But it changed when I started to spend time with tired people. To lean against each other in the same futon and feel each other's muddy, it's better to be cold. Colder feels more comfortable and plush.
I was a little taller than myself when we met. I'm tired, but now I'm a lot lower than I am. Ayane's heart is filled with bliss only with the tired feeling of neatly hiding to her head in the futon and clinging to herself horizontally.
Ayane was born in a despicable village in a basin.
I realized as soon as I was mindful. that both myself and my mother are treated differently from those in the village.
While the children of my uncle and his wife were adored by their grandparents, Ayane was openly abused. He was constantly pissed off, beaten, and entrusted with a tougher job than his cousin.
The children of the village bullied me, and the adults looked at me with swollen eyes, and my mother always waved a gloomy atmosphere with a pitiful face.
My grandparents were spreading the word about my mother and myself as a disgrace to the village, a disgrace to the house. Even my mother sprinkled herself that it was because of you being born.
In the winter, I was kept away from the fire bowl by myself alone, and the futon was given something thin, and I had to think of freezing every night. Uncomfortable with the cold, he unconsciously dived into his mother's futon while asleep, but every time his mother noticed it, he was pulled away and driven outside. I kept doing that every night.
The reason it happened was because of only one Inhuman burglar, who appeared in the village before Ayane was born.
The Inhuman stood horribly armed, slashing and abandoning the resisting villagers one by one. He sat in the village for days, killing the villagers around playing, and offending his daughters from one end to the other.
The villagers were returned for everything that struck their sleep once. The families of those who attacked the bedroom were indistinguishable between young and old, all of them slashed on their feet and unable to move, and were beaten by countless monsters and devoured and killed alive.
After a while the Inhuman left the village, but some daughters had an Inhuman child. When she found out about it, her daughter harmed herself or killed her newborn child, but only one was born and raised in a certain family. That is the sound of Ayane.
The reason Ayane didn't have to be killed is simple. The workforce for the family was just greedy.
Besides that, it also became a gateway to the villagers' hatred. Ayane cursed his destiny, which was lived only to be abused, and hated those who abused him, and resented all the culprits, the Inhumans, the bandits and the doers.
One day, before Ayane, a beautiful boy appeared with pale golden hair, fresh snowy skin, and eyes of the same color as Ayane.
Those in the village feared the boy as a ghost, and some fled, and some trembled and fell down. I understood the significance of the reaction when the boy, who was not immediately known to Ayane, but seemed only a little older than himself, named himself Ayane's father.
The emergence of a father who was the culprit and resented the fate of Ayane. But Ayane could not have dust, nor hatred, nor anger against the man. I didn't even feel afraid.
On the contrary, it was the thought of the villagers trembling in fear and their hearts shuddering when they saw the structure lying on their feet. It was really refreshing. It was the first comfort I could remember in my life.
Named Shizuno Rei, he told me to take Ayano at first glance and admit he was my son. No, no, to raise him as a sorcerer.
During that day, many of the terrible stories that had been told to the village actually unfolded in front of Ayane. Several villagers were killed. It didn't mean anything particularly profound, it was just a play that killed me. That lasted for days. My daughters were offended from one end to the other, including those who were not yet old enough.
I was tired of Ayane being abused in the village, and my grandparents, my uncles and my cousins were killed in a more brutal way. Skinned all over his body, he was eaten from within and outside his body by the thousands of unknown worms of his specialty called out by witchcraft.
With a lovely beautiful face, but to a father who repeated the work of the devil, Ayane's fear did not boil. On the contrary, as soon as I met him, a strong emotion of admiration had sprung up.
After a while, Tie took Ayane out of the village and took her back to her home, which she had built in the mountains. He was repeatedly murdered and raped in villages and lodgings where he stopped on the road, as he had done in the village of Ayane. From then on, Ayane began to feel pity for the tired appearance of repeating evil. There was no such sentiment in the village.
While he was a horrible person working a number of evil deeds, he treated Ayane with a very polite and soft waist. Because of that gap, no matter how much evil tiredness worked in front of Ayane, I couldn't have the perception that I was a bad guy.
No matter how much you hurt others, it's also because you never hurt Ayane. The village where Ayane was born was full of people who hurt Ayane. That's why it's sad that tiredness works evil.
Tired taught Ayane various things every day. to academics, swordsmanship, physics, witchcraft, courtesy, art, and play. I even took him to the city to see Kabuki and to Mount Fuji to worship New Year's Day.
From time to time, he spills his resentment of the world in his mouth, yet he tries to elevate Ayane as a sorcerer and also as a person, with a sad look similar to what his mother used to float. Happy days, exciting, rich and fruitful, incomparable with that life in the countryside.
To be honest, in the beginning, I couldn't really see tiredness as a father or anything. However, it seems to Ayane that he was able to open his mind and accept it.
On the other hand, tiredness was also seen to be sweet as she raised herself, her daughter. As if they were children of the right age. I can tell from the sound of Ayane that his heart, whose resentment towards the floating world swirls, is exhausted. I also want that healing from myself.
Ayane is not offended by that. I feel tired and sweet with myself. I know it's a lick of wound, but my heart never gets molested.
But not my father. It was clearly conveyed to Ayane that she was being persecuted by guilt for relying on herself, her daughter.
I was told that the reason why Tired brought Ayano back was to find talent in Ayano and increase the number of Shizuno magicians.
Shizuno Liu, after teaching the art to the talented, changes it as he pleases by the hand of the taught, and freely entrusts it to the talented again - that's the way he wanted it to be, Tired said.
Ayane has no doubt about the idea, but finds it different as an excuse to nest herself. Obviously that tiredness is falsifying itself.
Ayane heard the door of the house open and stood up at the place where several pieces of charcoal were poured into the fire bowl.
"It's late..."
Ayane was stuck in words when she went out of her way to the front door. I wasn't the only one there who was tired. I had a strange daughter.
"Father, what about the daughter?
"I picked up a place that was about to be sold to a lady..."
That's the usual thing. I know that Ayane is tired too. But I've never taken my laid daughter home before.
"I'm talented. Plus... extraordinary powers too... So from today on... let me live here and as a Shizuno magician... I will try to work out"
Hearing tired words, Ayane's chest swells wide open.
"I was sold and I had no place to go... and you wouldn't mind if I used it freely. Ayane takes good care of herself."
Honestly, I didn't like Ayane. I also received as if something extra had broken into my life just for myself and my tiredness.
I can't help but remember to be jealous when I wonder if the tired thoughts I've monopolized can be directed at this daughter as well.
No, that's not all. Even though I have to leave here soon, I am also angry that I brought another daughter, as if I were to replace her.
But on the other hand, I also feel something overlapping with myself when I think that this daughter is the same no-way presence as I am.
Either way, there is a limit to the amount of time you and I can spend together. Farewell is not that far ahead. I want to at least taste the time that's left.
"Look, say hello..."
"In Chiyo. Nice to meet you."
My daughter greets me without fear, rubbing my eyes to sleep.
"As Shizuno Rei's daughter, I call her Shizuno Liu Sorcery Succession Candidate, Ayane."
Ayane returning greetings in a hard tone. Whether you're dealing with a daughter who's not old enough, you have to thank her because she's going to be a sibling disciple. To be an example to myself.
"I need to tell you from courtesy...... you shouldn't. I am the daughter of the same people as you..."
Smile small and tired.
"Wow, I'm sleepy. Can I sleep?
Chiyo with a flaw and rubbing his eyes. It looks like Ayane without fine dust, such as anxiety about his position. Do you have the guts or do you believe in tiredness?
"Are you not hungry?
"Oh, I was rinsing. I want rice."
Ask Ayane, and Chiyo answers with a blur.
"Take him..."
When he nodded small at the tired words, Ayane urged Chiyo to the back of the house.
"Instead of me... no, it would also be a good training to take care of my sister"
I squirm with a voice where tiredness can only be heard by me as I drop off Ayane and Chiyo's hindsight.
"That would be... a little more time for me and Ayane to be together..."
Chapter 192: 192 7
Add charcoal to the fire bowl. I feel particularly cold this winter.
Ayane liked winter.
I used to hate winter. But it changed when I started to spend time with tired people. To lean against each other in the same futon and feel each other's muddy, it's better to be cold. Colder feels more comfortable and plush.
I was a little taller than myself when we met. I'm tired, but now I'm a lot lower than I am. Ayane's heart is filled with bliss only with the tired feeling of neatly hiding to her head in the futon and clinging to herself horizontally.
Ayane was born in a despicable village in a basin.
I realized as soon as I was mindful. that both myself and my mother are treated differently from those in the village.
While the children of my uncle and his wife were adored by their grandparents, Ayane was openly abused. He was constantly pissed off, beaten, and entrusted with a tougher job than his cousin.
The children of the village bullied me, and the adults looked at me with swollen eyes, and my mother always waved a gloomy atmosphere with a pitiful face.
My grandparents were spreading the word about my mother and myself as a disgrace to the village, a disgrace to the house. Even my mother sprinkled herself that it was because of you being born.
In the winter, I was kept away from the fire bowl by myself alone, and the futon was given something thin, and I had to think of freezing every night. Uncomfortable with the cold, he unconsciously dived into his mother's futon while asleep, but every time his mother noticed it, he was pulled away and driven outside. I kept doing that every night.
The reason it happened was because of only one Inhuman burglar, who appeared in the village before Ayane was born.
The Inhuman stood horribly armed, slashing and abandoning the resisting villagers one by one. He sat in the village for days, killing the villagers around playing, and offending his daughters from one end to the other.
The villagers were returned for everything that struck their sleep once. The families of those who attacked the bedroom were indistinguishable between young and old, all of them slashed on their feet and unable to move, and were beaten by countless monsters and devoured and killed alive.
After a while the Inhuman left the village, but some daughters had an Inhuman child. When she found out about it, her daughter harmed herself or killed her newborn child, but only one was born and raised in a certain family. That is the sound of Ayane.
The reason Ayane didn't have to be killed is simple. The workforce for the family was just greedy.
Besides that, it also became a gateway to the villagers' hatred. Ayane cursed his destiny, which was lived only to be abused, and hated those who abused him, and resented all the culprits, the Inhumans, the bandits and the doers.
One day, before Ayane, a beautiful boy appeared with pale golden hair, fresh snowy skin, and eyes of the same color as Ayane.
Those in the village feared the boy as a ghost, and some fled, and some trembled and fell down. I understood the significance of the reaction when the boy, who was not immediately known to Ayane, but seemed only a little older than himself, named himself Ayane's father.
The emergence of a father who was the culprit and resented the fate of Ayane. But Ayane could not have dust, nor hatred, nor anger against the man. I didn't even feel afraid.
Named Shizuno Rei, he told me to take Ayano at first glance and admit he was my son. No, no, to raise him as a sorcerer.
During that day, many of the terrible stories that had been told to the village actually unfolded in front of Ayane. Several villagers were killed. It didn't mean anything particularly profound, it was just a play that killed me. That lasted for days. My daughters were offended from one end to the other, including those who were not yet old enough.
I was tired of Ayane being abused in the village, and my grandparents, my uncles and my cousins were killed in a more brutal way. Skinned all over his body, he was eaten from within and outside his body by the thousands of unknown worms of his specialty called out by witchcraft.
With a lovely beautiful face, but to a father who repeated the work of the devil, Ayane's fear did not boil. On the contrary, as soon as I met him, a strong emotion of admiration had sprung up.
After a while, Tie took Ayane out of the village and took her back to her home, which she had built in the mountains. He was repeatedly murdered and raped in villages and lodgings where he stopped on the road, as he had done in the village of Ayane. From then on, Ayane began to feel pity for the tired appearance of repeating evil. There was no such sentiment in the village.
While he was a horrible person working a number of evil deeds, he treated Ayane with a very polite and soft waist. Because of that gap, no matter how much evil tiredness worked in front of Ayane, I couldn't have the perception that I was a bad guy.
No matter how much you hurt others, it's also because you never hurt Ayane. The village where Ayane was born was full of people who hurt Ayane. That's why it's sad that tiredness works evil.
Tired taught Ayane various things every day. to academics, swordsmanship, physics, witchcraft, courtesy, art, and play. I even took him to the city to see Kabuki and to Mount Fuji to worship New Year's Day.
From time to time, he spills his resentment of the world in his mouth, yet he tries to elevate Ayane as a sorcerer and also as a person, with a sad look similar to what his mother used to float. Happy days, exciting, rich and fruitful, incomparable with that life in the countryside.
To be honest, in the beginning, I couldn't really see tiredness as a father or anything. However, it seems to Ayane that he was able to open his mind and accept it.
On the other hand, tiredness was also seen to be sweet as she raised herself, her daughter. As if they were children of the right age. I can tell from the sound of Ayane that his heart, whose resentment towards the floating world swirls, is exhausted. I also want that healing from myself.
Ayane is not offended by that. I feel tired and sweet with myself. I know it's a lick of wound, but my heart never gets molested.
But not my father. It was clearly conveyed to Ayane that she was being persecuted by guilt for relying on herself, her daughter.
I was told that the reason why Tired brought Ayano back was to find talent in Ayano and increase the number of Shizuno magicians.
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And recently told. Once you have completed your basic training as a magician, Ayane wants to be independent from the source of exhaustion.Shizuno Liu, after teaching the art to the talented, changes it as he pleases by the hand of the taught, and freely entrusts it to the talented again - that's the way he wanted it to be, Tired said.
Ayane has no doubt about the idea, but finds it different as an excuse to nest herself. Obviously that tiredness is falsifying itself.
Ayane heard the door of the house open and stood up at the place where several pieces of charcoal were poured into the fire bowl.
"It's late..."
"Father, what about the daughter?
"I picked up a place that was about to be sold to a lady..."
That's the usual thing. I know that Ayane is tired too. But I've never taken my laid daughter home before.
"I'm talented. Plus... extraordinary powers too... So from today on... let me live here and as a Shizuno magician... I will try to work out"
Hearing tired words, Ayane's chest swells wide open.
"I was sold and I had no place to go... and you wouldn't mind if I used it freely. Ayane takes good care of herself."
Honestly, I didn't like Ayane. I also received as if something extra had broken into my life just for myself and my tiredness.
I can't help but remember to be jealous when I wonder if the tired thoughts I've monopolized can be directed at this daughter as well.
No, that's not all. Even though I have to leave here soon, I am also angry that I brought another daughter, as if I were to replace her.
But on the other hand, I also feel something overlapping with myself when I think that this daughter is the same no-way presence as I am.
Either way, there is a limit to the amount of time you and I can spend together. Farewell is not that far ahead. I want to at least taste the time that's left.
"Look, say hello..."
"In Chiyo. Nice to meet you."
My daughter greets me without fear, rubbing my eyes to sleep.
"As Shizuno Rei's daughter, I call her Shizuno Liu Sorcery Succession Candidate, Ayane."
Ayane returning greetings in a hard tone. Whether you're dealing with a daughter who's not old enough, you have to thank her because she's going to be a sibling disciple. To be an example to myself.
"I need to tell you from courtesy...... you shouldn't. I am the daughter of the same people as you..."
Smile small and tired.
"Wow, I'm sleepy. Can I sleep?
"Are you not hungry?
"Oh, I was rinsing. I want rice."
Ask Ayane, and Chiyo answers with a blur.
"Take him..."
When he nodded small at the tired words, Ayane urged Chiyo to the back of the house.
"Instead of me... no, it would also be a good training to take care of my sister"
I squirm with a voice where tiredness can only be heard by me as I drop off Ayane and Chiyo's hindsight.
"That would be... a little more time for me and Ayane to be together..."
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