Play with Mad Scientists!

Ten nights were heavy, but with the unrealistic level of medical technology of pure son, it was fully healed in four days.

As soon as I healed, I went to school for ten nights.

I've already said goodbye to Shake.

Shaking was a surprise, seemed lonely, but did not try to pull off ten nights. On the contrary, he looked backwards somewhere, but I was concerned about the ten nights.

That conversation that we had three years ago - that's when what Ten Nights thought became a reality. Besides, it's the side of the ten nights like no other that pulled that trigger. I decided to take a different path from shaking.

I'm still wondering if you're really happy with this.

On the other hand, I recall the words of Junko. She said if you're lost, you should stop.

And ten nights peered into the abyss of death and sincerely regretted falling into the back streets. He took it for ten nights and decided to go back to his mediocre, peaceful, boring routine alone.

Nothing. The shake didn't even leave me completely alone. Ever since I went to secondary school, it seemed to hang well with the opposite sex, and human mistrust seemed to be improving. That said, heterosexuality was only associated with the upper side, and it didn't even look like it was just for porn...

Above all, Shaking had found something called a person who could be admitted besides ten nights. A legendary student passed down during Euthanasia II, named Makoto Aizawa. I just heard that anecdote before I saw the real thing, and the shake seemed to admire the person, and since I saw the real thing, I'm still heartbroken.

The nostalgia for that true shake at the Snow Oka Institute was a cliché that I didn't care about as ten nights watching beside, but now I am a little relieved.

"Hey Shibuya, didn't you fall in the back street ~?"

The defect that used to make fun of me and I was shot and half beso, but now I've made fun of the ten nights I was alone in my time off. He doesn't have the ability to learn after his personality, which he can't help but take a little bit of.

When he's like that blade, he remembers a fool he doesn't even want to remember ten nights and exhales.

Punch with no hesitation, but intent on mitigating enough, on a defective, scrupulous face.

After the feeling of a broken bone, his opponent collapsed, sprinkling blood like a fountain from his face.

"Ahhh..."

Ten nights of obviously misjudging the addition and subtraction as much as you want.

Teachers were rushing to me and calling me something, but I just glanced at the ten nights without interest. Whether he was overwhelmed by an overly mundane ten-night attitude, or instinctively perceived any signs of danger, the teacher, after a single wake-up call, became sinister and shitty and dispersed from the classroom.

The foolish defect, the fear of repelling it, the classmates, the teachers scolding it, it all shows in the 10th night that it's crap.

The back street was ten nights when I washed my feet as unsuitable for me, but the moment I returned to my routine, I was attacked by unspeakable tiredness and nothingness. I can't breathe, I'm bored. It feels extra like that because of that unusual few days spent with Junko and True being burned vividly into the brain for ten nights.

It's ten nights when I originally only had friends, so I think I'm alone from now on, both during lunch break and after school, and that's weird too.

Reminds me of the words Rin was saying. The black light was shining, but it disappeared. Sure, I don't have any more hatred or despair in me, but apart from when I was burning my heart to the black fire, I do feel a black thirst shaking in me.

It doesn't suit me. I didn't want to. Then Junko told me I should stop, and even though I thought so myself and came back to this side, my mind was shaking at night ten.

"What are you looking at?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Soon I was right next door. Ten nights of being called out by a shake in uniform and shouting not much of a surprise.

"Don't tell me why! Didn't you quit school already!?

"Hey, I tried selling it on the backstreet site for once, but somehow I didn't ask for it at all, and I was wondering if I could go to school because I'm too free."

The usual flamboyant and pleasant shake. I just hadn't seen him for a few days, but I felt like I'd been away for a terrible long time, and I remembered the feeling of something hot creeping up in my chest at ten nights.

(As far as I'm concerned, after a painful decision, I was gonna break up the road to go, and this is what I'm supposed to do?

After a light reunion, it is ten nights when I feel somewhat ridiculously strange about the development of the original sheath.

"It's only been four days since you asked me to do it at all..."

"I was still free on my own. If you come to school, you'll be here ten nights. Yeah, if you think it's hard for me to be alone when work comes, you can help me out for ten nights. Enough to help you occasionally, huh?

That's all I've talked about, and the shake takes a surprise peek into my face for ten nights.

"What? Are you crying for ten nights? Did you miss me?

"Hey, I'm not crying..."

The mouth of the ten nights turning away from the shake and saying was laughing, but those eyes were still so moist that they seemed decisive, their cheeks so red.

"I'm still running out, I'm almost anonymous, and I keep the asking fee the cheapest for once."

After school, the ten nights and the shakes go home shoulder to shoulder.

From ten nights on, it feels like peaceful days are back and what happened a few days ago seems to be a lie.

The fact that my body is not normal or that the shaking has fallen into the back family business makes me already nostalgic when I return to my routine in this way.

"When it's the cheapest asking fee, I'm worried about a lot ahead of me, like who's going to ask for it, or if I can get a proper reputation for doing my job. I'm going to do this."

"Sometimes a doomsday is like a detective, right? Shake, can you do that?

"Hmmm...... might be a bit of a hassle. It seems like you should acquire all kinds of qualifications and expertise. I'm free now. Ten nights together, please."

Laughing and shaking. Honestly, beside going to school, acquiring useful skills in the back streets, etc., is extremely cumbersome. No, before that, I thought you weren't talking about helping occasionally. As long as I'm listening to you shake, it looks like you're totally going to pull yourself in and run a doormat operation with me.

"I mean, isn't it hard for them to ask for it as a child?

"That's not true. As I said before, there's a teenager in the back street."

The look of shaking became more rude in the middle of the word. I noticed it was ten nights behind the shake. After several life-threatening fights, we were both sensitive to nature.

Multiple people, obviously, are pointing their consciousness here.

There is no killing spirit, but there is an unusual feeling of signs approaching from there in such a way as to surround the area. Looking over, there are just a few students and passers-by on their way out of school, and I don't see a figure like that at the moment. But it's definitely looming.

"Shake, did you do something again?

"What is it again? I don't remember doing anything that they still resented."

Shake to hold my nostalgia gun as I say it.

So finally before the two of them, a few men showed up.

The outfit is variable, but the atmosphere alone reveals it at a glance. He said he was a resident of the back street. From beyond the shady walls of the telegraph pole, they gather together to surround the two. That number is eight.

"Would you please come without resisting? That seems to be the best choice for both of us."

The man standing in the front said so in a disrespectful manner.

Ten nights I turn my gaze to shake, trying to turn to shake judgment. Shaking let go of his nostalgia gun lightly and let him gently raise his hands. It's like a surrender pose. No, I guess you're actually right.

"Now let's just see what kind of people and what kind of thoughts they have, rather than resisting"

When the surprise ten nights opened his mouth to say something, he suggested so with an invincible grin of shaking.

A car can be pulled over next to the two of us. Encourage a man standing in the front to take the back seat in a respectful motion.

I thought I'd be blindfolded while the car was moving, but that didn't happen. I'm not even restrained.

"Isn't that Eldorado next door? I stepped down on my debt."

Ten nights says. It is not strange to see that you have gone further than under the asylum of Junko, or to embark on retaliation.

This is the president pickled in formalin.

It was the driver who answered. Ten nights and shaking surprise each other.

The organization is connected with Junko in the shadows, and the other day's protests devoured each other's interests, and I heard that there was a temporary truce at the meeting point, but how the hell are we going to kidnap ourselves?

"What can we do for you?"

"Please don't listen to that from my boss."

To the shaking of asking, the man in the driver's seat said in a scoffing voice. I don't know what's wrong, but ten nights and shakes, they offend a man's attitude.

At the same time, I became anxious for ten nights. There is no Junko or True beside me right now. Just shaking with myself. I don't know what the hell is going to happen, but if we're in danger, we have to cut through ourselves.

"Nah, he's got a face."

On those ten nights, a shake with a nasty smile.

"I don't know what happens next. I need to enjoy this situation properly. Senior Aizawa said so. Enjoy it first."

"Mr. Aizawa."

Ten nights of small sighs. I didn't like the nostalgia for the true shake, and although I was an incompatible person with myself, he supported me all the way through the ten nights and the shake to help. The expectation that you would come again to help me this time crossed the back of my brain for ten nights.