The returner looked at me sternly and said.
“I would like to have a biometric device engraved, but I hate it, but I end up being bound by the military. Based on this information, it is not enough to be under surveillance at every move by the military, and other countries other than the military will also look at it with great vigilance. In countries hostile to the military, such as empires and federations, there may be surveillance.”
I just said something else. I also said as if passing by with a crooked posture.
“It doesn’t really matter unless you are a person who is going to asylum in another country.”
The returner is staring at me. stared at each other
It’s okay to curse the military. It’s a country similar to that where even dearest sinners are thrown into the abyss.
But I can’t stand swearing at the biometric device I’m using! I’m not loyal to the military, but simply because it’s convenient, so I use biometric terminals and clothing packets!
“… In addition, the biometric terminal itself is a weakness. A magical device that can affect my entire body. It’s just a different shape, and it’s no different from the old slave imprints.”
what? So you’re saying I’m a slave? I feel bad all of a sudden.
I am also a person who wished that the military would be destroyed several times a day, and after being trapped in Tantalus, the swearing of the military came to my lips. If you count only the number of crimes committed by a common criminal called Naero in the back alley, it will be several times as many as you. By fraud, gambling, embezzlement, intimidation, bribery and more!
Do you treat me like a slave to the military? No, I am the military’s worst misdemeanor! The crime is different from yours, but the number of things is much greater!
I was very excited and fired.
“It went too far. So, what in the world is safe? You could argue that a tight suit is a prison for me, and a tie is a leash around my neck. With that in mind, all the fountain pens in the world should be collected. It is said that the pen is stronger than the sword.”
The returner leaned against the back of the chair and stared intently at me.
A scorched hostility pierces me. chronic hatred. A dark shadow that has always followed through the thirteen deaths that are disgusting but never disappear. When she was drenched in the shadow of the military, it still occupied a corner of her.
“… You wouldn’t know.”
The regressor handed him a cold gaze that contained several episodes of emotion. Her heart was so cold that it seemed never to burn again.
At that gaze, Gandam became cold, and he muttered to himself.
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Military state. What the hell did you guys do to get your regressor hairy? Be careful. The world is wide, and there are individuals somewhere who can stand up to the country. For example, a regressor with infinite regression.
From now on, I will torture people a little bit, and treat them a little better… .
“The first thing the military used with biometric terminals was… the fact that it was torture.”
Faint traces, short, bold recollections. I read the past recalled by a regressor through mind-reading. Quite a long time ago, the first car. It reminds me of old memories of that time.
There was only a fraction of the pain I felt.
The thought in my mind is ‘it hurts.’ Two letters end. It fills the last page in black like poor quality performance art. with tattered scars.
I swallowed my saliva.
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Military, it seems you are already late.
I must leave this country as soon as possible. Adios. If we break up, let’s never meet again.
“The biological terminal is an Aki avatar that was forcibly opened from the outside through alchemy and magic. It’s an alter ego of my body. If you forcefully open the bio-terminal and insert a specially prepared toxic substance… . Heh, you can only inflict pain while keeping your senses alive. When electricity is applied, it instantly spreads throughout the body. The iron needle definitely touches my wrist, but my toes shrivel at will.ね. The military did not just develop ordinary technology. The fastest and most rapid development was the technology of making weapons and… It was a painful skill.”
A dark feeling creeps in. To the extent that the vampire forgot what he was going to say, and even the dull kid raised his tail and looked at it.
The vampire is silent.
However, it was clear where his heart was inclined. If the mind is expressed as a compass, the needle of the vampire points to the returner.
The regressor recalled the pain and repeated his thoughts in frustration.
‘Everyone who suffered that torture is dead. I couldn’t stand it and committed suicide. From that day on, I carried poison with me so I could die painlessly at any time. No matter how much I think about it, I can’t forgive you. military… .’
cooked
If I had known, I wouldn’t have impersonated an instructor. I have never read such painful memories!
Somehow he flew a knife. Should I consider myself lucky to be alive?
The returner clenched his fists. To stop that hand shaking, strong enough to bleed.
“Even so, do I need a biometric terminal?”
‘If this man knew the dark side of the military, he would side with them. Early or late, we will bump into each other.’
The regressor is now gauging me. If you act rashly here, you will be branded as an ‘enemy’ and suffer forever. For a returnee, this episode is not the end.
If I told you I wasn’t an instructor, you wouldn’t believe me, would you?
then.
put your voice on The pleasant voice, which was about half a tone high, was replaced in an instant as if it were a swordsmanship.
In a sudden change, consciousness was initialized. Duck, and forcibly cut off the flow of the conversation. If dialogue is a living creature, then its death would be this. As if claiming that it had nothing to do with the previous one, he placed a wall of silence to widen the gap.
The end of one conversation, the beginning of the next.
After finishing the preparations, we started a new conversation.
“When biometric terminals and clothing packets were first made. No such use was envisaged.”
His voice is as calm as if he was looking from afar, yet with a voice full of warmth.
He recites old stories with the deepest possible resonance.
“It was an old woman with a daughter-in-law who first invented the clothing packet. An old woman who was running a small cloth shop watched with pity as her inexperienced daughter-in-law sewed and washed her hands until her hands were swollen. The face of the daughter-in-law, who was lively and bright, always had a sense of humility. However, for the daughter-in-law who had to help her son run the family business, sewing and laundry were responsibilities. The old woman devised a way for her daughter-in-law to get used to the chores, but she couldn’t come up with a sharp number. Meanwhile, the old woman is commissioned by a nobleman for clothes.”
The steep slopes and the sharp pieces of rock are just one delicate depiction of the gentle scenery when viewed from a distance. The story alone will not be able to contain all the tears and pain that have been shed in the past.
But even if it contains only some of the emotions, a single story cannot move someone’s emotions.
“The nobleman ordered the most gorgeous and beautiful clothes the old woman could make. The old woman who heard the order was shocked. Because it could not be called a garment by any means, with all kinds of decorations attached to it. The old woman bowed down before the nobleman and answered.”
I cannot make this garment in my own strength.
build it
Cloth and thread are twisted here and there like a dog fighting tangled up, so if you build it like this, you can’t put it on and take it off.
No problem. build it
There are so many hem that even the smallest child who can hold a needle cannot squeeze through the gaps, so even if the clothes are worn out and torn, they cannot be repaired.
No problem. build it
Silks and fabrics of different origins are intertwined like one body, so even if they get dirty, they must not come into contact with water, nor can they be wiped off with the hands of the hands on the brush.
No problem. build it
Do you have a dreadful desire for a garment that cannot be worn again, cannot be repaired, cannot be washed?
One day, just for one day. After that day it will be stripped, torn, and buried. Your worries are unnecessary.
It is an abomination that cannot be called clothes.
No problem. build it
He continues to answer questions by himself as if he were a vocalist. He wet his throat with saliva and continued talking.
“It was a quirky spell from a fickle aristocrat. It was a command that no one in the world could easily accept. You could ignore it as eccentric or reject it as unreasonable. But it was an inspiration that came miraculously to the old woman who had been thinking about it for a long time for her daughter-in-law.”
A daughter-in-law who is not very good at washing and sewing because she lacks dexterity. The old woman was bruised on the outside, but secretly swallowed tears when she saw the blood and water drops on her sleeves.
“If you wear your clothes for one day and throw them away, you don’t need to do laundry or sew.”
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“It was impossible. It would have been impossible. You make new clothes every time you wear them, and instead of taking them off, you dismantle them with alchemy. Does it make sense? It couldn’t have been that easy. It must have been very difficult. The old woman should have burned the rest of her life. I would have picked up the needle again when my eyes were blurred and I was contemplating retirement. He has a workmanship close to art, but his age is a pity. I had dozens of needle holes in my trembling hands due to lack of strength, and they did not heal as easily as when I was young. The blood never dried up.”
I stopped breathing intentionally after talking only there. Then again he looked up and saw a hole in my body.
To let you know what’s in this little hole.
“The essence of a biometric device is a needle puncture wound. The identity of the clothing packet is the clothes I made for my daughter-in-law. However, the military is doing this a little more… It was just magically created.”
It is the military that created all the bad things in the world.
But until bad things become bad.
It was a much more trivial, more precious heart.
I approached the returner. He then reverse-summoned the clothes packet. As if someone was pulling the stitches all over my body at once, the fibers came loose and rushed into my left hand. Just like a silkworm makes a cocoon, and a spider wraps its prey. The thin thread went from translucent to opaque and returned to tiny beads.
After a few steps, I was back in my entry-level shirt and shorts.
Knock, and the instructor uniform packet came out of the biometric terminal. I snatched it up and stood in front of the returner’s desk.
“I cannot take the place of the military, and trainee Shay cannot represent all those who have suffered. Nevertheless, I will ask for forgiveness.”
It’s not what I did. However, since I too belong there, I will ask for forgiveness for my share.
With that in mind, he took the returner’s hand. To find a biometric terminal.
The returner was silently watching my sheep.
“The sins of those who have raised the world’s warmest achievements in hellfire.”
So, where the biometric terminal should be, put your finger.
Oh, it’s smooth. There is no hole, just a beating pulse.
I was puzzled and asked.
“what. There is no biometric terminal, right?”
Why not? weird. Obviously, the memories of being tortured remained vivid.
As I was about to tilt my head, the regressor panicked and pulled out his hand.
“Oh, no. for a moment.”
‘The second time I was tortured, when I ran wild without knowing anything… . Now I haven’t had surgery in the first place.’
Oh right.
Was it the previous episode where you were tortured? I was so absorbed in the thoughts and memories I heard that I forgot for a moment. It must have been such a strong memory.
Having grasped the situation, I stopped talking and looked at the regressor with trembling. The returnee also looked at me with difficulty as the atmosphere was very awkward.
what. Then my appearance becomes ridiculous.
You read your thoughts at will, and you sympathized too much to set the mood. I knew the regressor had been tortured. No, you were tortured. during the last round.
This episode has been rather sloppy.
The story suddenly became complicated. The regressor told lies that could not be explained other than regression, and I learned things that could not be explained except by mind reading.
What do you do when this happens? What if they find out that I am a mind reader?
After a moment’s contemplation, I waved my arms and shouted loudly.
“Liar! Talking like I was tortured! I thought you were the one being tortured!”
On the contrary, get angry!
To show that I was deceived by the regressor, I stomped my feet and shouted.
“What torture! There is no biometric terminal! ok? Here, what are you going to put on these sleek wrists!”
“Hey, this.”
“Did you want to be so pretentious? Or are you trying to take away the painful wounds of being tortured? Using that as a citation to decorate your life? How unscrupulous! After poverty, torture and hardship are stolen!”
“Gee, wait! I am sure!”
“certainly?”
When I raised my head and questioned, the returnee licked his lips with an injustice expression. But she couldn’t put her thoughts into words.
‘yet… I can’t tell you that I can return!’
Of course it would be. The return of a regressor must be a secret that must be kept hidden until the very end.
Then how are you going to explain it? How are you going to get out of this predicament that I’ve put you in?
The answer was quite simple.
bang!
The returner blew himself up and ran away. It means that you have escaped (physically).
after. I’m going to bounce back by a means I can’t resist. I ate one.
[It was a very interesting story.]
The vampire, who had been quietly listening to the story, came to me gladly, wondering if he really liked my class today.
[It is worthwhile to break the chip and go out. However, I haven’t heard the end of the story yet. So what happened to that old woman?]
“Ahahaha.”
[…] Why are you laughing?]
“no. I wonder why you call me old lady. He was still a modern man. If you were still alive, you would be less than 200 years old. Much younger than Tirkanjaka trainees. So don’t call me old lady, call me little girl. oh my god How can you treat such a person as a kid… .”
bang!
The vampire broke the outer wall of the building and left. he ran away
after. With only his mouth, he made a woman and a corpse run away. Someone will be proud to see me.
By the way, the coffin is made of wood, so how did you break the concrete wall and you’re fine? I feel like I’m out of common sense.
“This is vandalism… . Hey, I don’t know. Let it be as it is.”
I’m not the military budget department, I’ll take care of it. You just need a place to sleep.
“Now… .”
From the back of the classroom, he walked up to Aji, who nodded. As the steps drew closer, Aji’s tail began to wiggle first. Then her ears perked up, Aji lifted her head, noticed my approach, and jumped to her feet.
Seeing the saliva dripping down his lips, he seems to have realized his palates and pals today. He said avoiding Aji who was about to rub the saliva on my hand.
“Oh hey. Did you have a good class?”
“bruise!”
“Can you tell me what class I had today?”
“bruise!”
“Are you saying you shouldn’t even expect it at all?”
“yes!”
“… It’s only in times like this that I get a little angry when people talk about it.”
“mad?”
“okay! I’m mad, you motherf*cker! Think about listening!”
“mutt?! Wow! Wow!”
uhh What do you really do with this asshole?
He is very gentle and follows humans, but from what he sees in the future of the regressor, he also turns into a beast that can tear humans apart.
I don’t know why that happens, but anyway, that’s a future that must be prevented. I thought it would be okay if I put some common sense in Aji.
“I am crazy. Even the person who coined the saying that a dog in Seodang can chant a good harvest in three years would be criticized for not knowing the analogy if he brought a real dog.”
As I scratched my head, Aji stretched out her upper body and barked fiercely.
“bruise! Woof woof! bruise!”
Aji’s gaze was on my left wrist.
Perhaps? Did you take the class and figure out what this is?
I showed my left wrist to Aji in doubt.
“why. Do you have any memories? okay. look. This is what is called a biometric terminal, and if you insert a clothing packet into it.”
“hem!”
“aah!!”
With the sensation of sharp, hard fangs digging through holes in my body.
I stopped losing my mind.