Chapter 79: 79 Two preambles

Downtown in an excellent town in Euthanasia City at noon.

More than a dark cab, a girl dressed in worn out clothes went down the road like crawling.

Though the passers-by turned a strange gaze, they just glimpse past.

An early teenage girl in a miserable outfit - it was accepted as a different person. I don't want to get involved. Thought the bureau, the police or a friendly person would do something about it even if left alone, and he walks right past it.

The girl seems unable to stand and crawls down the sidewalk groaning in bitterness.

From the end of his half-opened mouth, he drools, and at first glance he can also see if he is feeling it. In fact, the eyes dwelt a strong light of will, but no one noticed.

"To Candoville... To the Snow Oka Institute..."

The girl shrugged as she crawled.

When I looked up and looked around, I found the passers-by gazing at themselves. The girl clearly saw their gaze and expression. Such eyes, such faces, as if to see even dirty things.

"We need to go to the Snow Oka Institute..."

Again the girl squeaks. That cab driver must have definitely brought me there. to Candoville that there is a laboratory for you. But she doesn't know which is it.

"As it were, Shayyah would die..."

Things that must absolutely be avoided come to mind, dominated by impatience and fear.

"Someone…………"

Summering vision. Reaching for help, but all passers-by crossing their sides walk away to shudder and avoid.

(You were right about your mother...? Shayyah is an unacknowledged being in this world? Bearing all the misfortunes of this world, we must continue to suffer, so we cannot even get help...)

I am caught in increasingly desperate thoughts as I desperately perceive my consciousness fading.

"Is Candoville here? Someone... put me in the Snow Oka Institute..."

Wandering around the Arcade City, he finally finds the entrance to the building and the place he thinks, and asks in a plundering voice, but no one answers. It won't reach anyone's ear. Just a glance poured down as if to look down at something dirty, piercing my soul.

(I'll die like this. I will die... Shayyah will die too...)

That must not be all. I was born to protect her. Yet it is unacceptable to die on this occasion without it.

"Somebody... help me... Help me... help Shaye..."

It was the desperate prayer that led to heaven that the girl's body was held up by a warm but powerful feeling.

"Hold on tight."

A voice lacking in discouragement. But I found no further relief in the voice.

A cozy warmth that holds itself up. Open the eyes you were about to close.

It was the boy with the beautiful face who was holding himself up. Big, black-eyed eyes that tend to peek into themselves burn on the girl's head.

"Shaye...?

Speak up. He calls the name.

For a moment, but certainly, I felt her consciousness come back to life. But it disappeared quickly. Perhaps in reaction to this warmth, her consciousness awakened.

"Take me to the Snow Oka Institute..."

"... ok"

The person who helped himself up nodded after a little while, taking charge of his body intact and walking somewhere.

I was delighted with the warmth of the boy coming from my back. He said he wasn't rejected from everything.

Now when Shayyah was helped, the girl lost consciousness while relieving herself again.

That was three years ago.

Many visitors to the Yukooka Institute are mostly undesirable, such as suicide applicants, vengeance purposes, rooted freaks, and those who are cornered and want power.

Among other things, revenge on the bully child has become one of the classics. It would be because of the widespread talk through websites and bulletin boards dealing with cyberbullying damage. Hopefully, the bully will visit the Yukioka Institute and become an experimental platform in order to gain the strength to kill the target without becoming a criminal.

"No, I'm not sure I can give you the power."

I visited the laboratory to volunteer for the experimental bench, and Shin Aizawa told me without expression that the apparent age was about so much older than myself.

"By and large, if you want revenge, you can do it on your own. What brings you here to risk your life and want strength?"

"I can die. But I regret dying like this. When I saw it online, I got power here, I got revenge, and then I got happy, and then I got the power, so I got the courage, and I could get revenge, because that's what I wrote..."

The little boy, named Haruman Akita, who looks cowardly to see, speaks with a face that still seems to cry.

I visited the absence of Junko Yukioka, Lord of the Institute, so true that I tried to persuade Junko to stay in mind before he returned, but his opponent's determination seems firm.

No, I guess I'm throwing everything away rather than being determined. There are many patterns like that for people who come here, and the truth is I'm sick of them.

I know it's ridiculous to persuade such a person, but sometimes the other person is a minor, or he doesn't have a pure child, and he stuck his mouth out.

Since the true purpose is also not to let Junko carry things the way he wants them, there's nothing to say if there's one less experimental bench volunteer that Junko wants so much that he can get his hands out of his throat.

"Just now. Oh, that's the kid who texted me. Nice to meet you."

Junko returns and turns his uncontrolled grin to Harumi. Truth thinks of myself as tongue-beating in my heart.

"Nice to meet you..."

The beautiful girl with the crimson eyes smiled at me, a springtime man.

"Actually, hey, I made it just to make it, but I was having trouble without someone to try it on -"

Junko said with a mouthful of heartfelt joy, he took an object made of plastic material, based on the black and white that had been placed in the corner of the room, and took it to the front of Harumi.

"Yes, try it on."

It was offered in front of me, and it was like a helmet, and a glove and boot, and armor to pass through the torso, and a bump. At first glance, it looks like some kind of cosplay costume.

"Wear this, Zukobagodgarn and you will gain tremendous power. Even bullies can get rid of Zubizubaban."

(You're done, this guy)

Truth is, I give up that I can't help you anymore, and I leave the room silently.

As Junko tells me, Spring Man is going to wear the costume of the offered cosplay makeover. The last time I wore a helmet, it happened.

Something rang in my head through my helm. I could clearly feel the area I wore getting hot and the force boiling from the inside of my body.

Spring Man was puzzled by too dramatic a change in his own flesh, but soon replaced it with excitement.

"Whoa, whoa!

Harumi raises the roar of joy.

"Which one? How do you feel?"

"Wow! It's so high! It's overflowing with power, and now I feel like I can't beat any guy! Besides, I want someone to bust your ass right now! I'm in such a mood! I want to fight! I want to kill you! I wielded this power. - Hey!

A springtime man with a delightful face beneath his helm screams with an excited mouthfeel.

"Okay, first stage success. Haruman Akita, you will now be a righteous use, bullying exterminator penguinder, fighting to get rid of bullying from the world. Yikes!

Junko pointing happily at Harumi.

"Bullying exterminator penguinder......"

For the first time, I'm convinced that this cosplay costume mimics a penguin. Helms and armor don't seem like it.

"Yes... as a matter of fact, my brother, my father, my mother, my grandfather, my uncle's daughter-in-law had an affair earlier. True you, too, are a bully in the past. And then we all kill ourselves by tormenting bullies. Come on... That's why I became a mad scientist and invented that suit in order to confront the irrationality of the world and sweep away bullying from this world."

"You were!

Harumi finds out about Junko's situation and the fighting fire burns stronger. I already understand what I should be doing.

"So I would love for you to use the power of that suit to get rid of the bad bullies. There have been a number of bullies before, but they all have no qualities and can't use their suits. You're the chosen warrior I've been waiting for."

"Selected Warrior! Again, yes!

Harumi's head, in an exalted state, peddled Junko's words and didn't doubt him because he truly believed he was a chosen and righteous hero.

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But there was only one question.

"Is that it? You said they all killed themselves, but who was the real kid earlier?

"Hmm... hey... that's like undead. Yeah. I just resuscitated you like Necromancy with my Mad Scientist wow. Yeah."

"It is."

He was Junko, who put aside a moment and then swimmed his eyes and said it in a tone that he obviously took care of, but he would be convinced again lightly.

It was also due to the state of excitement, but I interpreted it as no surprise that I could do that because I meant this girl with scientific and technical skills out of common sense.

"Then hurry up and get rid of the kids who bullied you."

"Ahhh! Boo, I'll kill you! I can win now! Because I have the power of this suit! Hi-ha-ha!

Don't scream, Spring Man leaving the room like he was bounced. He was driven by an impulse he couldn't help but want to wield the power he had in his hands.

"Wait, wait, I'm coming too. There's nothing I can do if I don't go."

Junko rushes after him, but Harumi didn't stop.

It was some of the guys in the same bad middle school group who were bullying Spring Man.

Even when it comes to bad groups, it doesn't mean that they are seriously attached to each other to the extent that they are sagging among the bad galas of the same grade. Not all of them are even part of the bullying, only five of them in the group are particularly sexually vicious.

"What...? He..."

One of the bad groups, who was hanging out in front of a candy store on the way to school, turned his eyes round when he saw a spring man dressed in cosplay.

I didn't know that was Spring Man because I was wearing a helm. The other four defects soon notice Spring Man and are taken aback.

"Well, I didn't say the line earlier."

Junko, right behind Harumi, whispers the camera in his ear with one hand. Harumi grins invincibly and nods.

"A righteous warrior who stood up to get rid of all the bullying in the world! Bullying exterminator, penguinder! Look, Ginseng!

The face of the defect flashes on the Spring Man who decides to pose with the said line. Junko quickly turns right diagonally forward when deciding to pose, putting the figure of the spring man posing in the video.

(Ok, it's been a long time since you've decided. This girl has qualities.)

Junko grabbed a satisfactory, empty hand because he decided to pose and dialogue only to his aesthetic eye and was able to capture it.

"You, Akita. What is that? Are you after Uke?

One of them pointed out with a faint laugh, discerning who the Spring Man was with his voice and physique.

"Oh, I'm finally out of my mind. Ah? So, what's wrong? Are we gonna do this now?

"The weird woman, who? Didn't he fool you?

Bad guys teasing Harumi with their mouths. But Harumi had decided to pose well. I even had a grin of pity in my mouth.

"Penguinder Pavanch!"

Shortly after the scream was raised, the bad head, which was nearby, was smashed and scattered. Scattered flesh, bones and brains scattered over asphalt by a tremendous impact. A defect with only the mandible and tongue remaining slowly fell sideways.

The other defects didn't know what happened. I didn't see the Spring Man move at all.

I stopped thinking about the abnormality that had suddenly happened, and it was frozen, letting a nagging grin stick.

"Penguinder Kiwick!"

Give me a punch and the next thing you know, the kick is not just called a stone, but the Spring Man releases a spinning kick. The defective upper body fell to the ground at the front, placing the time lag and the lower body fell on its back as it was cut off by a kick to eject blood and intestines.

"Hi-ha, hi-ha!

Finally the brain works and one of the defects who accepts the facts that are happening now screams tall. It would be the first time in years, such as screaming at fear, that I had wandered past memories in my confused head.

The three remaining run out with a tight look and try to escape. One was slipping out of his hips and crawling backwards. I could clearly see him wetting his groin.

The unusual sight gave Harumi a cruel pleasure. This guy decides on his mind to be the last one to aim at the two running and focus his spirit.

"Penguinder Cutter!"

Invisible energy is emitted from the armor that mimics the fins of the penguin. One of the first escaped necks is severed and rolls off.

"Wow, wow, wow"

Seeing that the neck of the one who was running in front had been severed and had died, the other, who had escaped, sat down and went to the spot, looking back to the Spring Man with a crying face.

"Penguinder Bywym!"

From the eye area of the helm that burned Penguin's face, a pink ray illuminates and strikes directly at its crying face. The face distorted by terror melted, the eyeballs poured out, the red flesh peeked, the white bone peeked, and the human face, which had been from the neck up to a few seconds earlier, shivered into despair.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh"

The first defect left untouched and incontinent until the end, crying, looked up at the Spring Man as if begging for mercy.

Spring Man looking down at the defect with a brutal eye. I can't help but be delighted that the other person, who has been scattering herself, has the right to take the life and kill, and that the other person is aware of and afraid of it.

Say, "I'm sorry, please help me,"

He was a spring man urging in a mean tone, but the defect remained a crying face, his mouth shut. I was at least going to resist, knowing that I couldn't possibly be the only one who could help.

I didn't care about that finest resistance of defects, and Spring Man got angry and raised his hands wide.

"Penguinder...... Mongolian Chop!

As Spring Man waved his hands down, the defective body was severed lengthwise from the shoulder to the groin. Blood and guts can be scattered across the street.

"No, it's amazing. More acting than I thought... it's not, it's power."

Junko praises with a happy voice as he sets up his camera. The pleasure of getting good footage is greater than seeing the performance of the suit I made.

"Yu... Gu Ha!

He was a spring man who looked back and tried to say something, but suddenly a severe pain strikes his whole body and spits a lot of blood out of his mouth.

"Is that it? Is that it? That was fast."

The power that had been regarded until earlier fell out to rest, unable to even stand, looking down at the Harumi falling right next to the defective corpse cut into three pieces, leaking a voice that Junko seemed sorry for.

"It looks like the pain meds and mental enhancement devices are no longer working, and I wonder if it was too much to keep all the safety devices off. Well, it's a test, I hope."

"What the hell is this...?"

Harumi looks up at Junko, remembering the pain of being stirred up all over her body.

"What do you mean, as per contract? I wouldn't complain if I died. Instead of being an experimental bench, it was a contract to give you strength, right? Come on, I just made this penguin suit and haven't tested it once, have I? I'm forced to pull out the physical abilities of the wearer, and I also wake up supernormal forces, because I wasn't thinking about straining the body or anything. Hey. But we need to finish this early. Then we need to make more adjustments."

He was a spring man who had been high ever since he put on his suit, but now he was completely chilled, desperate and afraid of his destiny.

"Nothing good, right? Didn't you come to me because you were ready for that? Well, if you regret it, there's nothing more you can do. I just want you to think it's enough to serve your purpose. Some people die quickly without fulfilling their purpose. And of course, that risk is in the contract."

"You did..."

Harumi laughing small. I feel the pain gradually easing. I remember hearing somewhere that severe pain between death from a major injury was paralyzed by brain drugs. I was realizing that death was approaching me right to the side.

Spring Man's consciousness was interrupted as he stared at Junko's face spreading the same uncontrolled grin he had when he first met him.

"Come on."

Junko removes his suit from the wreckage of Spring Man. Spring Man's body was dried up and in a mummy-like condition. The penguinsuit continued to suck life out of the corpse, even as the Spring Man died.

"Is it time?

A man in black sunglasses drops by and speaks to Junko. When I saw it, there were many men around us who looked alike.

They belong to the Great Guardian of Terror, an organization that specializes in the aftermath. At the request of Junko in advance, he was paying people around him.

"Hmm, all you have to do is dispose of the bodies here. Oh, keep this kid's body in my lab. Because I want to dissect it later and check it out in detail. Please do something else properly."

"Yes, I did. During the experiment, we watched to keep passers-by from coming, so we have no witnesses."

"Oh, I didn't ask for that, but stay tuned for distracting me"

Junko smiled and thanked her for her black clothes as she held the suit parts together.

That was about three months ago.

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