Boring.

frustrating.

That's the emotion I always had when I was in junior high.

My mother became bored to live because of her other world in her first year of middle school. I go to school every day and every day. And they do the same thing as everyone else, forcing them to do things they don't even want to do. That's common sense, that's discipline (rules), that's life.

Living such a life, the words my mother left behind at the time of her death crossed my back of my brain every time.

"Do what you want and live. I'm happy."

I met Shintaro and Yuki, and I could tell if I was in high school for a year.

The meaning of the words my mother left behind.

My mother was married to my father.

That I had and raised my brother.

I think all of that was my favorite thing for my mother, and I left my sons with words of love.

Even if he ends his life invaded by a disease, he says he has no remorse.

But I, a junior high, wandered into these words.

There was also the sorrow and loneliness of losing my mother, and she defied my late mother to leave us and see what makes her happy.

I guess he was even infidel and rotten.

In front of my crying brother, as my brother, I can't show him tears to grow anxiety... he's so painful, you want him to do whatever he wants and live?

What do you like about me? What's happiness?

My mother's words gave me a boring routine, poking deep like a wedge.

So I tried being impotent.

I tried everything I could to get interested in while I was in the mood.

Luckily, I seemed to have the specs to do Sole's job, and I tried everything.

At the sports festival, he built his own flag that spanned 5 meters and inspired as he ran around and fanned his classmates. Everybody knock on Nori too, to beat out the highest record in the relay, so being an anchor, I accomplished the feat of throwing the ball and cutting the goal tape while driving. It was ineffective, of course, but exuberant.

At the school morning ceremony, I thought the principal's story had been long before, so I tried to see if I could shorten it. He took over the broadcast room and said, 'The principal's story is long, so cut. Other teachers should report important reports as Sassa' and try to trigger the Principal Cut case.

Also, when I heard my classmates were beaten and bummed by other school guys, I rode out into retaliation. My stature, long enough for junior high, has helped here as well. It's a so-called fight against the Yankees, but this is quite interesting, and when I beat them down, I felt scuffy and refreshed. It was fun to have a thrill, but after we decided to beat each other up, I shouldn't have felt the discomfort of something donyoli stuck in the bottom of my belly.

At first, the fist that had a purpose and was sifting would also be because it had unknowingly turned into a purposeless thing. Maybe he was pioneering in a meaningless act of beating the guys involved from one end to the other. After a while, the Yankees in the neighboring schools could not have gotten away with it all, and fortunately this ended the violence.

Of course, if you do this, you are often suspended.

At that time, I was in a scout for a women's magazine called Jonon Boy, and I also tried to imitate the fashion model.

It also resembled an event in which boys and young people aged 13 to 22 felt competing for each other's beauty.

I think it turned out to be a good part time, but I quickly got tired of it and quit.

Of course I challenged him in a serious way. If the suspension is solved and you try to concentrate so much on the class, you perfectly review the preview. He seemed to wonder if he had changed his attitude to suspension around him, but there's no fine dust in that feeling. I just did a tie-in play about how far I could go with the final exam just for five days of study. I wonder how far I can go. The results were able to feed into the top eight.

Even then, if I saw it from someone else, I would try to act a little, but it doesn't stick.

Not filled.

Beyond the bondage of school life. No, you're in a school (rail) laid place in the first place, and you can't find anything I really like?

"Do what you want and live."

My mother's last words are smoked (dull) and indelible.

I was stuffy about the days that made me recruit frustrations with no place to go.

That's when.

I met a funny guy.

That was the early summer of junior high school.

Soitz gets tangled up by a few bad looking guys during the holidays.

In a nutshell, he was plain and a boy student like anywhere else.

Even when he was left alone in the hallway, he liked his attitude in the face of the adversity that caught on to the defects.

But more than anything else, I noticed because the action he took was a rare thing.

"Sink! My right arm!

Something tells me that Soitz groans painfully and suppresses his right hand.

"You guys, when you get involved with me more than I do, it's sealed and the dark force! You're gonna wake up! It's dangerous, so get away from me, guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

I was stunned when I saw Soytz.

What the hell is he... an unknown being.

I'll observe for a while.

The defect is interesting to see what the evil eye is calling him.

It was definitely kind of fun.

And the rest time is over.

Oh, my God, he's not good at mysterious language and acting? Or are you serious, anyway, you kept acting like you didn't make sense, all the time during the holidays, and you spent the bad guys.

And I kept hanging out with the bad guys over the next break, and that next break, whether or not my evil eye would blow up.

"Goddamn, at this hour, I'm gonna groan. Get away from me! Dangerous!"

"Wow, that hurts"

"Oh, I don't like that."

"Explain to me what happens to that right-hand man?

Normal students walk away from him. The bad guys are still messing with him.

I noticed when I saw that.

This guy is not just a painful character. Your own flavor? utilized to resist becoming weak, desperate and hardworking.

I've seen guys work hard before, but I thought this was a new pattern. By the way, you will get to know this suspicious boy friend, Yuki Asahina, who was interested in seeing what he was trying to do for others, but that was another story.

Anyway, this is how I became interested in a person called Shintaro Buddha.



After school, I saw him tangled up in defects again. Evil eye stories just came to a limit, and the bad guys seemed tired of it.

"Is it time to get bumpy"

I don't know what caused them to get their eyes on me.

But a bad leader-like guy stepped forward of him.

"Me too, mix it up."

Sneak in and I'll be in that ring.

"Isn't that shaky night!

"What... rumors (rumors) that those fights are God's strong livestock glasses!?"

"We need to calm down!

Livestock glasses are... awful. Oi.

The leaders seemed to be surprised at my entry, but the key leaders were just staring at me.

"What the hell, you. I don't know if it's Koya or Bitter, because that cook II disease is my toy. It doesn't matter what you do."

Second degree illness?

We're in junior high, and he's in junior high.

Are you sick or something?

"Second Sick? What's that?

"Oh? Like him, I'm blowing delusions that I have special abilities, and I'm called Chef II Disease about a guy who hurts. Look, go somewhere with Sassa if you know what I mean."

"Phew, well, no. 'Cause I mean, I mix it up on the side of him who's got the middle two diseases."

"" "Ha!?

Zako and the others were equally surprised.

"... Huh?

He also has the idiotic side like a pigeon ate a bean cannon.

"Don't freak out! Four to two! Besides, one of their opponents is a mocha bastard! Let's see, we're gonna do this before someone calls us!

When the leader put a drink (and) around him, the fight began.

It's not funny to just knock them out.

I look for ways to have fun while I look at how they get out.

So I just remembered that I had two diseases and I tried using them, and I flashed.

"Uh, that, that. My right arm."

Is this the one who's sick?

Somehow, this feeling of exaltation...... yeah, not bad.

Looks like you've become a hero, just a little fun.

The leader who took my straight punch in the face collapsed in one blow.

Then the surroundings became half crying and pulled the leader desperately, dispersing.

Oh, my God, it's still coming.

Such a lack fills my chest, but well.

More than that, I'm worried about the middle-and-disease patients.

After I dropped off the bad guys running away, I slowly turned to Soytz.

"What's in that right hand of yours?

Then he was, at first, pompous.

But a few seconds later, he revealed his nose, reddened his cheeks, and spoke as if he suddenly had a fever.

"Oh, my right arm contains the dark magic power of the Dark Mebius Dragon!

What a lousy, lousy word.

But why not? It sounds very fresh, because I've never even heard of it before.

So I decided to fit that Nori.

"... what!? You were that chosen man!

Then Soitz looked delightful and nodded, yeah, many times.

I've even taken off my jacket to show it to you. I have a wound written in a red and black McGee pen on my hippocampal body. There are also artificial cuts, possibly thin cuts with cutters or something.

"If you find out, you have no choice. This is the proof. This is exactly what the wounds caused by surviving so many Holy Demon wars and their intense fighting are!

He's proud to show me his own wounds, you middle-aged sick bastard.

It turns out that the middle two illnesses brag about the wounds, so surprisingly this may tame. I have seen the bragging of war history and wounds done in a bad world. It seemed auspicious that he was sticking his neck in a bad world in search of stimulation.

"This wound was made when we made a covenant with the darkness. The pain, the pain, the pain of abandoning humans, you don't understand."

Is there someone in the real world who says this? But he's serious. I laughed invincibly because I thought it was funny.

"I've been through a lot, too. Fine, I'll show you."

I'm kind of a no-line, too.

I let him take off his jacket in a luxurious manner.

Skinny but for once working out, I tried to unearth my body covered in muscles boasting a rocky texture. My father told me not to do muscle tresses that I can't because I'm growing up, so I'm going to do more.

And that scar is coming up in my muscles as if a mite were crawling. Not one, but countless.

All of these are genuine scratches from a variety of causes, including fights, accidents caused by flirtatious failures, etc.

"What do you say?

What was expected was that the reaction of the Sick Two bastard in the back was not good.

I made it look the same because of it, but I was lagging behind trying to get my hips out.

"Huh... Ugh..."

No way, did you overdo it?

I rushed over to the guy with my jacket feathering and my mouth pounding like a dying fish.

"Hey this is a quick story...... eh, because it's a fall wound on a staircase or something. Your wounds are a hundred million times cooler."

Desperately explain with a fixed smile.

Then Nakaji bastard seems to have regained some of his composure.

"Yeah."

"Oh, you got it?

"Yeah...... ok"

He still seems a little frightened.

It's harder than I thought to get familiar with the Medium-2 disease world. But at the same time, for some reason, I found the mystery fascinating.

I give a hand to the frightening Soytes.

"I'm sorry to surprise you. My name is Higurashi. What's your name?

"Oh, I'm... Buddha (two)..."

"Hmm?"

"... Buddha, it is"

"Be more vocal. Make a name for yourself. I beat the bad guys."

"I didn't fight."

"That's because I'm on my way, and you're interrupting."

"No, but..."

Don't say any more.

That guy... did the Buddha perceive my silent will or never mention what happened earlier.

"In existence, you were the winner."

I threw those words at the Buddha while fixing the glasses discrepancies.

He uttered praise toward the Buddha, who had always fought spiritually and physically on a four-to-one basis.

Nature and mouth soothe.

"Ooh... are you sick of cooking too? No, you want to be?

"Well, if it's funny."

"That's hilarious! Kitchen two! No, I'd rather have the ability to embody my imagination than Kitchen II! You're gonna be able to master great moves!?

Take my hand, the Buddha shouted.

I think you're the guy whose expression really changes a lot.

"All right, it's the World Domination Alliance!

"What's that?

Again, a word came up that I didn't really understand.

Is it an alliance that dominates the world?

"Me and yours, uh... Dark spiral awesome power and world domination!

"Ooh, ooh?

They got awesome power asleep on me, too.

"That's right! We form an alliance here. This is a great step to rock the world, little by little! Ruling this town, this country, no, the planet itself in your hands. Then we'll use it as a stepping stone, a space expedition, and the moon will reign!

"Wow... will you dominate until the moon? Then I'll fly all the way to space, and I'll go all the way to the moon, and I'll break the stars and stripes."

"Then at dawn, I will worship you as the Lunar Marshal."

I don't know what that means, but it's amazing.

"And I'm the president of the world, the Buddha Shintaro.

Wouldn't this guy be too funny?

"Okay, Mr. President."

"Then it's a special training. Ah! Let's go, Lunar Marshal."

"Oh, I'm coming, Mr. President of the World."

It just fits together somehow, but it's somehow fun for me there, too.

"Kuraku, Super Special, Purgatory Meteor Storm"

It's just a punch.

But all the new words I hear were fresh, I don't know why, but they were exhilarating.

But there was a tragedy. It was too shabby and I teased the Buddha (two) with a vibrant counter.

His forehead is cut with his fist, and his blood is seeping out.

"Ah, you. Hey, you okay?

"... yeah"

A world president spilling large tears from his eyes and a moon marshal waking him up. This is how an alliance emerged to dominate beyond the world to the surface of the moon.

"And anyway, it seemed like it was too early to train in action. Well, yes, let's start with what we learn on video, Marshal Lunar. I suggest watching cartoons and cartoons and playing games or something"

From here on out, I fell preoccupied with the unknown.

I don't know everything. Thanks to Buddha (two) Shintaro (Tentaro)... Whatever I did, it won't fill me up. I changed a little bit. He made my world black and white so colorful.

Thanks to Shintaro, I was able to discover my favorite things, and now I know what I want to be and what I need to aim for in the future. Game programmer, or game designer.

Shintaro, who inspired me to take a turn, graduated from Sino-2 disease in the third year of secondary school, and now became a normal supremacist. I remained the same, immersed in cartoons, comics, and games, but often acted with Shintaro.

Such a Shintaro, but he seemed to fall in love when he went to high school.

Anime and comic books often tell stories, but there aren't many stories around me that actually relate to those kinds of colors. Since my mother died, she's focused on what she likes, and she's probably not interested in romance.

Anyway, I have to take care of Shintaro, the president of the world. It might be a little strong, but you can't not not not help me with a scalpel.

"... because he looks like my brother and he's a crybaby."

He bled out of his forehead, smiling and remembering his crying face, and thought of that.

We don't have time for the fireworks anymore.

Suppose it's time to go out?

Dismiss thoughts immersed in memories, and I'll get ready.

I've been with him since middle school to see a fireworks show, but this time it's different.

Again, the one from Evening Fair (Yuki) has been sticking to Shintaro that he should also report that Miya-nouchi (of which) Akane is coming with him to the fireworks show, but it's going to turn out to be a surprise.

Please, I want you to take advantage of this opportunity.

Besides...

I'm also concerned that reality is going crazy.

Only mercenaries (players) playing Clan Clan in the Real Module were aware of this event, according to me and Yuki.

Fortunately, however, Shintaro also recognized that Christianity had disappeared. I thought our prediction was wrong. Arrowhead, apparently Shintaro said, "This prediction fits." Besides, let me prove it myself......

He always takes action with our idea of going diagonally.

Make it junior high, make it a bunch of alchemy in Clan Clan.

This time, I'm sure, they might come up with some answers that we can't even think of.

Quick story, he's not a normal person.

"You're an interesting best friend."

I opened the front door of the house, whining to myself like that.

Well, suppose we go to the rendezvous point?