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My own parents were genuine idiots, Takuma thinks. I didn't doubt from the head that human happiness was all about studying even as a child, getting into a good college, getting into a good company and getting paid full. I was possessed by the idea. I've forced the idea.

Just remembering that creepy face of a mother who was overjoyed by the score she would get, makes me feel like I'm about to throw up. At the earliest it was madness itself, looking back at his own parents, Table Mill thinks.

When I entered college, I finally thought seriously about the future, and Takuma felt that I had returned to sanity there. The students who are coming to the same college - what do they think and desperately dedicate their precious time in life to taking exams, studying, etc., and are here? Are we seeing a vision of a solid future happiness? At least I don't see it at all.

If you want to do something to your satisfaction, that may be very happy, but you can't find it in the table mill.

Can't even play when I want to play with my friends as a kid, and if I sneak out to play, can that experience of parents scolding me with the shapes of a demon, forcing me to sit in front of a desk, giving me a heap of references, and fighting letters and numbers that I don't know what that means help me find what I want to do?

Whether you get high achievement and proof in a slave rank judgment that is loyal to society or a higher annual income than others, it really didn't seem like Takuma would be happy with it.

Shortly after entering college, Takuma rebelled against her parents and vandalized the house. My parents were just shrinking and trembling when a loyal pet with the name of a child suddenly turned into a monster. Seeing that, Tablemill was unnecessarily irritated, threatened his parents, let them put out all their savings, and left the house.

Some time after I ran away from home and started living alone, my mother died. He died of pneumonia after suffering the betrayal and separation of his son, who thought he was a loyal dog, suffered anorexia, broke his body, and was debilitated during that time.

My mother's death was in full swing. I felt like throwing everything away.

Still, I kept going to college for a reason. Because I had a friend Yoji.

Takuma strongly thought that Yoji should not be abandoned. He was the owner of a troubled personality: to do what others told him to do faithfully, but to do nothing voluntarily. And while I was dating, I found out that I didn't even like it and live that way.

Stupid and clumsy since I was little. Yoji told me that his friends couldn't make it inside either and he was looking at his classmates playing with envy, and Takuma lay down with himself. But the reason I couldn't play is different. I was not allowed to play at all because of my parents. Yoji couldn't move from herself.

If someone doesn't order me, I can't do anything. I can't go anywhere without someone pulling my hand. Yoji was such a man. Accomplish amazing results by concentrating heartlessly, if you can say so. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a genius, but even if its talent had been shown, it was not what Yoji himself wanted.

Takuma somehow figured out what was tying Yoji's mind and wanted to free him. Yoji's family also visited and tried to ask how this had happened.

Yoji's parents wanted to share their surprise at the fact that a friend named Takuma had been made by a son who had never had any friends before. But the family doesn't even know what caused Yoji to end up like this. Yoji's parents also seemed worried about Yoji.

Since Yoji's parents were so decent that they could not compare to their own parents, they were somehow relieved of the table grinding.

From his childhood, Yoji said that if he didn't tell him to do something, he would only look up at the void without doing anything extensively indoors.

I don't even go out there. In my spare time, if I tell you to at least study, I will continue to study all the time. But that study makes little sense. There is no point in continuing to study again and again because he was the owner of an extremely high level of intelligence that he would only learn once at school, and he would remember the approximate things, and there would be no miscalculation.

Yoji doesn't show his heart to his family or inside, and he's not rebellious. I show my emotions, and I know I admire my family. However, considering that Yoji would leave society, who did not express his feelings well and could do nothing without someone telling him, Yoji's parents were much more anxious.

"Thank you, Tablemill"

At one point, Yoji smiled with gratitude. Many times I smiled lightly, but this was the first time I had ever seen a full grin, and Tablemill was surprised.

"He cares a lot about me..."

"No, no... because I remain instinctive"

Table mill that looks illuminating.

"Instinct?"

"This is what I'm doing because I wanted to, that's all."

Asking Yoji, Takuma told him to delude himself. I tried to answer naturally to help if Dachi was in trouble, but I couldn't tell him because I was ashamed.

"You're not happy as you are now, are you? But if you can't do anything by yourself, why don't you reach out and get help?

When Takuma asked, Yoji's smile clouded.

"Yeah... I know it's weird that I can't decide for myself, and I want to do something about it, but I don't know what to do..."

"If you feel like doing something, just work hard for your ideal self"

Saying so, Takuma envied Yoji only a little at this time. Though the purpose is to make it negative to positive, the purpose is. I'm just very jealous that it has a purpose.

"Yeah, I'll try my best"

Once again he smiled full face and Yoji said in a powerful voice sometime.

First of all, it is difficult because it attracts two of the four enemies well to themselves.

Koko and the bloody member went to attack by identifying their enemies, but the other two honestly came to the table grind, and they didn't.

One comes to Takuma, but the other turns to providing support for those who are fighting Takuko.

Kuriko gets melee combat. On the other hand, all the enemies have a flying tool called a gun, and they are also raiders accustomed to rough things. I can't spare the struggle no matter how much Koko. Tablemill is much better at dealing with them. In the end, you have the right choice.

Takuma thru the one who shoots a gun at him, and pokes the second one who goes to Takuko, trying to attract him to himself.

Then the first one who attacked the table mill seemed to make a good sense of what the table mill wanted to do, ignoring the table mill and heading toward the bloody member, with two pairs on one and only the table mill being the worst idea anyone was dealing with.

(Shit, what are you doing, me? Use your head, me. what to do at a time like this)

I didn't learn what to do at a time like this, whether it's school, school, reference book, or exam accommodation. Naturally.

(It doesn't taste good as it is. What do we do? What do we do? Yoji...)

I think of Yoji in a way that makes me feel better.

Yoji was the owner of a computer-like head who made no computational errors. I'm sure even in this situation, you'll calculate it instantly and give the right answer immediately.

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(Calculation……)

Futotsuru flashed.

(Isn't it a simple single-digit extra deduction at the junior grade level? What are you really doing, me? I panicked and couldn't think of anything like this right away either. really stupid)

There is almost certainly a way for me to attract the two of us in this situation. It was a really easy issue.

(Hey Tsuko, be patient with me)

He groans in his heart, and Takuma turns to the bloody member, and stands between the bloody member and the two killers.

Standing with a bloody member now took the form of two two-on-two one-on-one or, if not, two enemies concentrating on table grinding. If you attack from behind or from the side, you will surely have two one-on-one. It is important to stand before the enemy. Additionally, I have to be in the shape of a pigeon on my back.

And the way to make sure you point two people at yourself from here, and pull one off of Kiko - it's really easy. It's deductions and additions.

"Go cover me over there!

"Aye."

Speak to the bloody member and ask him to turn to one of the two against whom Koko is dealing. Now, as planned, Takuma will be dressed to attract two people.

The enemy had also spotted that Tablemill was trying to take charge of the two of them, but in this situation, it is difficult for the enemy side to pass through the Tablemill in their respective positions this time. I mean, I'm not motivated over this period. Then again, Tablemill will persistently turn to the replacement and the two of us in charge, unable to calm down and fight.

"Let's go..."

Whimpering slightly, the table grind gently steps once with his left foot.

Two killers come shooting at me. The table mill does not try to deflect. There's no need for that either.

Four bullets were stopping them in the air, in front of the table grind, as if they had eaten in invisible walls.

Eventually the bullet falls to the ground.

Furthermore, the table grinding is carried out once. Still on my left foot.

The killers shoot more guns, but the results are the same.

As if he had boiled the business, one of the killers pulled out a grenade, threw it at him and retreated. The other hurries back.

(Does this taste bad)

While he fears that he may exceed the capacity of his abilities, Table Mill steps on his left foot to activate his abilities.

An explosion occurs in front of me. The power of the grenade was modest, the blast did not reach the bloody members or Tsukiko, but the table mill was a substitute for the scale that would have been bombarded, no matter what you think.

(I knew... I couldn't prevent it...)

But Tablemill was alive. He fell on his back and was bloody, but the power of the blast prevented him considerably with his abilities.

The ability of table grinding is a substitute for absorbing the energy around you by stepping on your left foot. The kinetic energy of the bullet, as well as the force on a simple punch or kick, is left unlimited. The energy absorbed accumulates.

By stepping on the right foot, the accumulated energy can be freed, anywhere within a radius of ten meters of itself. However, you can't accumulate it forever. If you don't free up the energy you accumulate within thirty seconds, that energy will be freed around you and you will suffer the corresponding damage.

Not on foot while you're asleep. If you don't do it in a proper standing position, it doesn't trigger your ability.

(I can't stand... Shit... if you don't stand and step on it, here... kinetic energy explodes with my body...)

The shock and damage of the explosion makes my body not move well. Tablemill caught in the fear of death.

At that time when he was conscious of death, Yoji's smile came to the back of Takuma's brain.

(If I die, no one will know how Yoji felt complaining to me alone, or that smile he showed in front of me. I'm not dying, not to erase his memory. Besides... if I were alive, I might be able to help someone else. Maybe even me like this can protect someone)

When you think that far all at once in just three seconds, the table grind eats up your teeth and wakes you up little by little.

(Me too... I've been raised protected, even though I'm a stupid parent. Next time... to the grave... and let's go home to apologize. To bully you in me)

Fu, thinking of that, Tablemill switched bodies and crawled on all fours, from which he also woke himself up at once, using the force of his arms, and stepped on his right foot the moment he was upright.

While there were two killers, there was an explosion. The release of several rounds of ammunition and the amount of energy accumulated with grenades.

"You're going to die here. There are so many reasons why I can't die."

When you laugh bloody and invincible, the table grind collapses again. Just as the two bloodthirsty members, the sight of them repelling their enemies is in sight.

"Let Ryujiro heal that wound. I hope he's stockpiling the power of recovery."

A handkerchief comes and says as he wraps his handkerchief around a particularly bad spot in the table-milled wound.

Those rascals call Ryujiro.

'This one was attacked, too. Apparently, the assassins have been asked by the Formalin-pickled President to strike at the same time today. There have been successive reports of members being raided.'

"The only ones who can report it are the ones who repelled them and the ones who let them escape? Let's report it and make sure it's safe."

After Ryujiro's report, Takuma says.

Koko and a bloody member nodded, putting reports of assault and reports of survival into the SNS dedicated to the murder club, respectively.

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