Tokyo Wingman King

Recovering consciousness, Asama looked up and found that he was standing on a black lake.

The feeling of emptiness in his body was like a shadow, he neither sank to the bottom of the lake, nor could he jump up,
Moving randomly in the black lake, Asama, who has no reference, finds that moving in any direction is no different from staying in place.

But he still kept going.

It's a bit similar to watching the last two episodes of "EVA" in my previous life. I don't need anyone to tell me "I have a lot of sisters and dads".

Suddenly, footsteps were heard, coming from the rear and sides.

The slow pace, like the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on marble, knocked on my eardrum one by one.

Turn around and look.

It is Futami Moon Sea.

Futami Tsukikai in tears.

"Mr. Stillwater."

"A water!"

"Still water."

Pochi with sad eyes, and Mai Majima covering her face.

"Why, you didn't choose me?" X3
"Why, avoid falling in love?" X3
"Why, when I fell off the cliff, I stretched out my hand, and let go in the new cliff?" X3
Step by step, the three of them got closer and closer to their positions.

Half of Erjian's body was burning like the sun, and red prominences were constantly spraying out from his arms and waist.

Pochi's hair floated upwards, turning into a raging golden torrent.

Jiandao's lower body turned into jasper-colored vines, and the black lake under his feet was overgrown with weeds.

The three-color instruments of torture came in an instant, and the pain magnified to the extreme in an instant,
Tongues of fire scorched him, floods washed him, and thorns entangled him. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't find the best star.

"Why, don't believe that love can make you better?" X3
Asama's limbs were broken by vines, and his chest was burned through by flames. He prostrated himself on the ground, and his ears, nose, and mouth were submerged in the stream of muddy water.

The severe pain blurred his vision, and he saw ripples in the black lake below his head.

"...these are illusions"

"...these are illusions!"

The heart begins to beat vigorously,

Love makes people better, no kidding! ! !
Can only love cultivate a sense of responsibility?
Is it true that only love can inspire people to strive for self-improvement?
He is the lonely shadow master, the absolute free shadow master, the philosopher king who responds to all the world with the same love,
It is the ability to stand on top of the standing position even if it is mediocre to the point of failure.

Even you guys can't stop my fate! ! !
An electric current-like paralysis spread all over the body, the limbs regenerated, and the body recovered, only the heartbeat was still the same as before, thumping.

At this moment, the space suddenly vibrated, and the black lake shattered, and clear blue water surged up to his ankles.

Futami, Pochi, and Jianjima, like the Nemesis Trinity, returned to their original state and collapsed to the ground.

A metallic cross rises from the lake.

The cross gave birth to chains, lifted the three weak girls, and continued to rise to the sky.

Asama finally realized that this was a dream.

This unreasonable dream, like the dream just now, is a subconscious reflection of my anxiety.

Normally, whenever he has this consciousness, he will automatically wake up.

But this time, he couldn't get away like a ghost pressing a bed.

Asama already knew the cause of this weird dream—it was the heavy love of Futami Daimyo.
Just like the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia, at the foot of Asama is the salt lake like a mirror of the sky, and the light blue of the surrounding fields is still endless.

Against the light, looking up at the three unconscious girls, their expressions are in the shadows.

Asama can clearly see the incomplete pattern of love, like rust, covering the entire cross.

What is in front of me is not the love you can't ask for, but the soul and flesh delivered to your door.

But this kind of feeling is not pure water - even if you don't need it, you can drink a couple of sips.

This kind of feeling will make me feel chest tightness and nausea like motion sickness.

He walked to a distance, a place where he could raise his head and look directly at the figures of the three girls.

He spoke his mind.

Sorry, Futami Tsukimi.

I'm sorry, Izumo Katia (Pochi).

I'm sorry, Mai Mashima.

I don't want to torture you, I admit my mistake.

I never want to ravage my heart, that is something I also hate to the extreme.

I have never realized that I pursue everyone's happiness like Arima or Immortal Kawa.

I just want to walk on the lonely road that the protagonists and supporting characters can't catch up in self-satisfaction.

My sympathy and appreciation for you makes me hesitate, and there are deviations in the way and efficiency of your guidance.

This is my problem, and I am furious at myself for being mediocre and incompetent.

However, I still want to confess to you that I will no longer believe in love.

If you really love me, please don't love me.

Please, be good and live out your wonderful life.

I am not indulging in your beauty, gentleness, considerateness, understanding, and humor. What I appreciate is your determination, strength, and the power of a woman that is not weak.

I don't want to make myself the one to soften and break your backs.

In fact, there are many kinds of love.

The true love you long for should not distort or damage your own heart, and should not be exchanged for self-harming your own possibilities.

I like the love that is equal, the emotion that encourages each other and is independent on the road of life.

Therefore, I will face you more frankly, and on the battlefield of love, I will try my best to defeat you one by one, and sweep you into the garbage heap of defeated dogs.

I will be on the road of strength, looking forward to seeing you again.

But I won't wait, and I won't force goodbye.

Yes,

One day, you will not forget me.

Asama goes to the cross, he wants to liberate them from the shackles called love.

It's disgusting!
There was a wild laugh——

Wearing a Colombina mask that only covers the eyes, another shallow still water floats up from the salt marsh.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Are you gay?Ma Jiyan is noble?Why can't Er Jian and them be your protagonists?
Don't take your life for granted!

Isn't the real top supporting role the one that makes it possible for every loser to become the protagonist of the victory group in life?
Possessing them, correcting them, and controlling them is the greatest respect for their strong love!
That's what a warrior of love should do!
Don't be like a fool refusing other people's kindness!
I don't intend to be responsible to the end, why did I tease them at that time?Feed them love potion dishes! ?

Don't you know that you are their only life-saving straw now?

Do you think you can really get ease and freedom by directly refusing and killing them all?
Stop kidding me!
Do you still have the dignity of a time traveler?
Who the hell took the plug-in and is still as trash as you? !

Asama Shizumi instinctively wanted to crush this masked guy to death.

Not to mention the excess of self-awareness, he hates the role of lust.

The other party may have the same idea,
Asama opened [Temporary Burst] without any scruples,
The two began to fight and bite, watching each other's body being torn apart, scattered in the salt marsh, dyed red.

I do not know how long it has been.

The space shook again, and the three huge crosses tilted.

Asama was trying to save them from the cross.

A soft touch appeared on his forehead, and Asama opened his eyes.

With Ah Shui's breath in the house, Boqi felt much better.

It's like releasing water that has been stored overnight.

Ah Shui slept late and deeply today, and finally entered the hunting time of Uncle Pochi~~~
The appetizer is to kiss the ears~
Pochi moved rustlingly in front of Asama.

Staring at Asama's sleeping face for a while, Pochi came back to his senses and smiled knowingly,
No matter how venomous her tongue is, it can't hide Ah Shui's gentleness.

How can there be unconditional tenderness in this world?
There must be some reason to be gentle with yourself.
He neither covets his own appearance and body, nor regards himself as an object of venting. It seems that he is naturally against her, but he always thinks of her.

This tenderness, like a life-saving rope, pulled him out of the quagmire of despair.

Ah Shui is really too gentle. Is it necessary to save someone like herself to such a degree?

Boqi couldn't figure it out, what reason was there for him to treat her so tenderly?
Pochi gently kissed Asama, the ear, then the nose, then the lips.

The heart, only from the temperature on Ah Shui's lips, felt that it was really conveyed.

Ah, why are you crying?
When he thought of the day when he would be completely unimportant to Ah Shui, he would be abandoned.

Pochi felt fear.

It was the same panic as the god-like indifferent eyes I saw that day.

For Ah Shui, it was just a cunning transaction to entrust her whole life to him.

After all, the value of Izumo Katya's life is not worth mentioning.
Ah Shui has always wanted to become independent, not to need him, and then send herself away.

Isn't this abandoning pets?

If only he was really just a dog.
Pochi can't find the ultimate reason to spend the rest of his life with Asama.

If it was 3 weeks ago, he shot himself, maybe it would not be so troublesome.

These 20-odd days may be like gravel to Ah Shui, but he has rebuilt a world for himself.

At this moment, Pochi no longer has the courage to bid farewell to this world.

Because there is still shallow water in this world.

The movement around him startled Pochi.

At this time, Asama frowned, turned over, and faced herself from a flat bed, with sweat dripping from her forehead.

Did Ah Shui have a nightmare?
Pochi, who was kneeling by the sofa, quickly wiped away his tears, and stretched out his hand to caress Asama's forehead.

Fortunately, no fever.

Asama opened her eyes, and Pochi's worried expression came into view.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Asahi's left hand pointed at the center of the brow,

"I'm sorry, Pochi, for making you worry."

Pochi's heart tightened, and he showed a gentle smile to Asama,

"Does a villain like Ah Shui also have nightmares?"

"."

On a certain street in Adachi District, there was a horse riding a bicycle, driving a middle-aged man on his way home.

I thought it was a mediation of financial loan disputes, but I didn't expect to smash a cult headquarters directly.

It was already 11:40 when the two came out of the police station tired and satisfied.

"Oh, I don't know if they are asleep or not."

"I made it clear to Toya at 9 o'clock, but they should still be waiting for us in the living room."

"Then Xiaoji, hurry up~"

"Mr. Teruya, without a helmet, safety comes first when carrying people."

"Oh! Xiaoji, have you also learned to speak dirty jokes!"

"!!!"

Arima really didn't understand where there was any pornographic element in the conversation just now.

"I didn't delay your homework today, did you?"

"The homework was done Thursday night."

"Will you chat with female classmates that night?"

"...no one like that."

"Don't be a coward! If you like someone, go on a date! The worst answer is [NO]."

"."

The middle-aged uncle is sitting behind Arima, looking at Arima's silent back, he is happy,

"You boy, it seems that you really have a girl you like! You can wear some of my clothes when you date on weekends."

Arima thought about those yakuza-style big flowered shirts, shook his head, and replied,
"If Mr. Teruya doesn't want to wear it, he can sell it for some money and add some summer clothes to Haruna."

The first quarter moon hung in the sky, and the telephone poles with their dim lights receded one by one.

A pair of family members returning late at night, who are more like friends than father and son, walk through the twists and turns of the small roads in Adachi District.

From time to time, there was a bold and unrestrained laughter that was enough to disturb the people.

"Xiaoji, there is an uncle in the family who likes to make trouble, it's quite annoying."

"Mr. Teruya is not like this, it is not Mr. Teruya."

With a distance of 5 kilometers, it took Arima almost 20 minutes to get home.

When the two took off their shoes and walked into the living room,
Mr. Teruya found sadly that no one greeted him in the house.

The four girls gathered around Arima.

So, are true heroes lonely?

On the background wall behind the TV in Teruya’s house is a calligraphy, which is what I said to the 10-year-old Arima 6 years ago when he was being handsome-now called Teruya’s family training by the children-although, in this family, the real surname I am the only one who takes care of the house.

The writer is naturally versatile Arima. He has won the gold medal at the National Calligraphy Conference since elementary school. His calligraphy at this time is much more beautiful than the works of some calligraphers.

Teruya stared at the words he said casually back then, but was regarded as the standard by the family——

1. Speak slowly, act faster.

2. You gain power when you serve others, not when you dominate them.

3. Let go of yourself.

4. Never whine, never complain.

5. Do one thing for others every day without expecting anything in return.

6. Find an absolute anchor in your life, it can be anything, and you respect and protect it with all your might.

7. When people disrespect you, don't talk, keep silent, look into their heart until they feel your strength.

What Yoshiyuki Teruya didn't know was that because of Arima, these 7 sentences had become a must-recite bible for bad groups in the entire Adachi District.

Tokyo is Asia's leading city that never sleeps.
There are many people who can't sleep, whether it's joy, trouble, or pain, there are too many reasons to escape the control of Hypnos, the god of sleep.

In a dimly lit hut full of electronic equipment, Eiwa Academy dropout, Mitsuki Komaba, leaned into the soft gaming chair, took a deep breath while looking at the contents of the computer.

I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight.

(End of this chapter)