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59. The Words of a Junior II
...Chapter 59...
...—Says A Junior II—...
...(.( Hiro Sato's)...
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I heard many things from Sister Aina, something that I did not know much from the Morikawa chief that looked tough almost every time.
Feeling tired, I decided to sit down for a moment in one of the empty table chairs, leaning a mop on the edge of the table and pushing the bucket of water over it.
There is more that the woman said.
It should be emphasized again, Chairman Morikawa was very respectful of his teacher, even he had considered her as his own mother.
But when death happens and comes so quickly, Chairman Morikawa who was still in the basement was only hearing the roar of the wind that raged from the ground floor of the teacher's house. His echo grew firmer with time and deafening, to the point that Chief Morikawa once told him that the moment was his greatest fear as long as he lived.
As the rumbling wind that struck was over, Chief Morikawa slowly climbed up one step after another which looked like a steep straight climb.
Once he could see the sky ceiling of a pair of windows whose glasses had been smashed to pieces on the floor of the house, he was shocked after seeing everyone around him faint.
Slowly the Morikawa leader moved to his teacher who was lying on the bed, his position seemed to look like there was not a single calamity that had just pounced on the entire city.
The Morikawa leader who had long sought much advice and advice from the teacher had to be willing to accept the truth. Everyone he saw in the house had indeed only fainted, but it was different from his teacher.
The woman, who is said to be the wind-bending girl, has breathed her last, with a disease of unknown origin. It is true that it is a disease. However, no doctor or medical expert or health care professional has been able to identify how the deaths occurred.
Heartache-have? Broken blood vessels? Respiratory infections? Blood deficiency-huh? All the diagnoses were not at all in the body of the teacher of Chief Morikawa. Until not a few of the people who know the event mention that the legend or myth about the wind control girl really exists in this world.
“For me, I still don't believe that. I don't like things that smell illusory, and things like that will only keep me from looking into the future. Thinking primitively and acting as if this world still existed in ancient times is very stupid, as long as you know.” Such were the words full of contradiction that aired Kak Aina, before she re-joined the whole party to fill the void of the event left Yuna.
It was a short story that Kak Aina labeled as a form of love and devotion between a teacher and his student, and a story with supernatural spices like that was legitimate, as long as it was not excessive.
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I have mopped all parts of the floor until it returns shiny, wiping the glass has been done, and one more thing that has not been done is to clean all the dishwasher that has accumulated in the kitchen.
However, I looked happy when I saw the zosui porridge that I and Yuna made the other day was actually eaten.
It wasn't in vain, was it?
After cleaning up this whole mess also made my energy drained away. It feels like even standing now will definitely fall face down. Therefore, I decided to stay seated at the table while idly looking at the information page on my internet homepage.
Next, I swiped my phone screen down a bit and found some other comments related to the news post titled “Typhoon Windstorm At Night” Time.
[ Fuck! I can't date my wife anymore, but I'm very excited and prepared many things that can make her happy. ]
[Because this is now my expensive car many sides of its parts are scratched. Either because of tree branches or rocks or pebbles or something like thatI'm very upset about this phenomenon. ]
The comment of the man who appeared to be a celebrity was also responded by the comment of a boy who held a Persian cat on both hands. Wait a minute, that, kan—
[So don't buy a luxury car if you're not prepared for the risks. People like you have to learn more about the bitterness of living in this world, or you can learn directly from Richa if you want. ]
I know Richa is the name of the Persian cat. Yeah, no more wrong. The name of the little boy himself is Raku—we've met twice before.
“Wah, people on social media are indeed mostly different nature, yes, from reality,” I said while holding back laughter.
“Eh, what are you laughing at?” Suddenly someone put his hand on my shoulder, very warm.
I glanced at him and was simultaneously surprised. “Sister Aina is up, anyway?” I asked with a pouting face.
“Iya, Ryuji is also awake, tuh, see?” With a gaze that was still fixed on me, Aina Brother pointed at Ryuji Kak who was standing up while wearing his blue pants back using his thumb.
“Oh, Aina, good morning.”
“Good morning, dear.” Aina turned her head and smiled softly after hearing the greeting of the big man.
“Good morning, Hiro.”
“Good morning,” sahutku.
“Yes, sorry for making you do this, we wanted to get up and tidy it up together, but, yeah .. you know? Hahaha .. that's it, anyway.” Ryuji's sister looked around with a small laugh, as if the sentence she just said contained an implied direct greeting like: “Thank you for keeping us from working hard, hahaha!”
At that time, all the members of the organization one by one got up and stood up from their seats, then they were busy chatting with their respective groups while slowly coming out of the door of the restaurant that I deliberately opened wide.
Actually it is to repel body odor that may infect one or several people there who have phobias with air— rarely take a bath.
After the echoes of a fairly dense and short crowd were over, the door of the restaurant closed again, leaving the three of us in this 50 x 25 Meter room, which was just the same, or you could say it is equivalent to the breadth of a swimming pool based on international standards.
“By the way, anu ..” I was going to ask these two. You see, suddenly there was an important figure who had joined in this event just disappeared from my sight, even since the first time I woke up this morning.
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...Seriate...
