Our Voice's

5. Small Giving

...Chapters 5...

...—Small Giving—...

...(.( Hiro Sato's)...

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“Eh, am I too rude? Why your eyes ...” Chief Morikawa lowered his voice.

“Ti–no, I just ...“ It was strange when I realized my tears were almost coming out. And by being frank about my financial condition, all these problems will definitely be resolved.

“Yeah, it seems like my way of speaking is indeed very loud,” said Chairman Morikawa.

The leader of the organization turned his office chair around like a model doing a photo shoot, facing the wall with his fine hair draped.

I rubbed my eyes like a child. “To be honest I don't have any more money.” My face is getting sluggish. “Please, please don't—“

The Morikawa leader quickly turned back his chair. It surprised me, not blinking. “What are you talking about, anyway? I'm not looking at you" he said, glaring at me.

“But, just now you asked about the money, I .. hmm ....”

“It turns out you were scared because of that?” Chief Morikawa. “What kind of man are you? Just so instantly whistle, you're it—” He patted my head several times loudly, like dribbling a basketball.

Although it hurt, but this time I reflexively held his hand, then put it again on the table while saying, “Sorry, but can I let go?”

“Eh, why is it such a rush? Are you uncomfortable here?” The woman's laughter disappeared, and her eyes began to glaze over.

“No, no. I just don't feel good lingering here, really,” I said with a gerogi.

This is my first lie in town.

Chief Morikawa's mouth opened slightly, like surprise. “Tu–wait a minute.” He stared at the silver watch worn on his wrist. “It's one o'clock at night, are you sure you want to go now?” tanyakanya.

I just nodded slowly.

Morikawa then stood up. He walked around the table, then leaned his body with an anxious face. I could see his uniform was filled with various medals, similar to a General.

I smiled at him for that. “Ku– I think it's okay. There's nobody out there, right? It's still morning.”

“Of course there are! Don't you know?” Chief Morikawa's expression turned fearful.

“No, I guess?”

“True too. You're not a resident here, senile base—hahaha!” Morikawa then laughed again. However, this time his evil tone of voice made me shudder.

Is walking out there in the early hours like this really that dangerous?

Besides, we were very close. Her breath felt so warm as it blew past my ears, then tried to whisper something. “Legenda Girl Wind Controller, you know that story, right?” ask her with the end of her pressed sentence.

“I, just heard it when you said it.” I turned my eyes to the backpack under the painting.

“Pay.” Chief Morikawa pushed me down from that chair. Immediately the pulse began to hit my buttocks after making an impromptu landing on the floor.

“What do you do? This ...”

“I'm disappointed. You destroyed the stage of the drama.” Chairman Morikawa threw his face away while closed, then walked up to my backpack in the style of an old model actress.

“This is yours, right?” The woman lifted and stretched the bag out to me with just her index finger.

Really, that backpack is so heavy and I know it.

“True,” my word.

Then I stood back up. Both of my hands were trying to grab her, and by accident my gaze was fixed to the side of the slightly open zipper in the part of the room that held all my needs. It's just, now I don't really care about that.

“We didn't take anything. But then again, do you really want to go now?” Chief Morikawa tried to convince me once more.

But my resolve has said something else.

“Nothing, you are very good.” I bowed to give him respect. “Thank you for allowing me to be here before.”

He suddenly hissed, as if staring with a hard feeling. “... formal once you, Nak.”

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The house that became the organization's gathering place turned out to have three floors. Walls made of concrete painted in natural brown wood, windows that open in some places (one of which gives off cigarette smoke that is so thick ), and a giant chimney stood firmly at its peak. We are both outside now.

Chairman Morikawa again asked, “Do you not want to enter our association? If you want I will ...”

“I'm sorry.” I was clamped down hard, trying to reject her request as best I could.

Ever since he escorted me out of this place, he had already asked that question about four times. Of course I don't want to be tarnished by the unclear pedigree of the organization, although the opportunity to get a place to live now is also clearly in sight.

“By the way, you didn't forget something?” Chief Morikawa narrowed his eyes.

“It seems, no.”

“You haven't said your name, and it's very disrespectful after we allowed you here.” He sighed.

My face flushed red, it was like the carelessness that a little boy did because of the lack of science. “Ah—right! Sorry, my name ..” How could I forget something so important? “... I, Hiro Sato, or you can call me Hiro directly.”

Chief Morikawa was silent for a moment, like he was processing my messy sentence.

“Then I have a gift for you. Let's just say that because you've helped get our work done,” he said, scratching his head.

Yes, the job is to do the dishes that the pile looks like a collection of artifacts in a museum.

“What do you want to give?”

My premonition, my determination, my heart, all of them were hoping for something that could be used to survive.

Chief Morikawa put a small purse and a piece of newspaper in both my hands, and his face turned red. The leader of the organization was like he was saying something like thank you, but he was expressing it in another way.

“Eh, this ...” Justright. That was in line with my expectations.

“You don't have any money, do you?” obviously, with confidence. “Use this as necessary. Remember that, Hiro."

Chief Morikawa smiled and twisted his neck.

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I'm currently in a 24-hour restaurant not far from where the organization is.

Alone, being in silence, while enjoying a bowl of hot ramen for 900 Yen and sitting on a chair with soft padded padding. It's very indulgent.

Truly different food levels, I praise in my heart.

I continued to sip the noodles with all my soul, trying to forget the suffering that had passed. At this time also staring at the sparkle of street lights that light up and display an intrinsic impression looks very soothing.

“You want more?” Someone snatched my moment, and when I glanced at it, it turned out to be true.

“No, thank you," I replied gently.

That person is the owner of this restaurant. He may still be 30 years old. He has a fairly thick beard, white blemishes, and shows his face as a professional chef.

“Then, thank you for coming. We rarely have customers arriving lately,” he said with a smile, then the man returned to his cashier.

I nodded while returning her smile, and at that moment she made me realize.

It turns out that I'm not the only one living a hard life, yeah, I thought.

Looking at the gaze from the man, he seemed to be very patient with all of this. But there is one thing I can learn from him. Smiling and perseverance is the key to facing all the trials that come later in life.

Not long after, right in front of the quiet restaurant road, suddenly a girl with a hood covering her face passed in front of me. His gaze bowed, grim, as if to indicate that there was something heavy that had just happened to him.

“Dia ..” I dropped the iron chopsticks on the ramen bowl, right after I remembered it.

The girl, regarding the temperature of the air that felt different when I passed it yesterday made my curiosity rise again.

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