Maid Will Go on Through Thick and Thin!

"... sorry, ribs, not broken?

After about 5 minutes, the force of the arm loosened and the needle raw separated due to topping and subtracting.

"Yeah, I'm fine because I just stuck it"

"Wow, sorry, I wasn't thinking about Maido's ribs at all..."

That's normal. I don't worry about people's ribs. That's normal.

The needle student grinned as he brutally wiped his face with his sleeve, snagging with a somewhat neat face.

"Mm-hmm. It's okay now. I'm sorry."

"No, I don't mind. I can lend you my breasts any time you want."

You're not that rich!

"... that, um, uh... isn't in a position I can say ah... yeah, sorry, nothing"

...... yeah? Yeah. Right? Well, you're a slab. Yeah.

"You look like you're sleeping sweaty for now, so let's keep it clean."

Get the hataki out, do the po po po po and 'clean'. If I do too, this will complete the evidence obliteration. Yeah. My apron isn't wet.

"Mmm, thanks."

A little, the needle student showed a bare gesture that closed his eyes and decided something, then looked over at me and said.

"Maido, can't you erase my memory?

... Yeah, right. I know that's the best part.

But can you do that, again, in a different story? In addition, there are several major problems.

"I don't know if I can, but let's just see?

"Yeah. I can't do it if it doesn't seem like I can"

All right, then let's just see.

... because I never 'shared' with that kind of consciousness. Hey, I don't know what happens.

Poke your head and 'share' as in the example.

And as an example, it enters a mysterious space.

... but somehow, you can kind of see now that the needle raw is confused or not calm.

The information group is sporadic and not organized.

As far as fragmented memories and stuff that I haven't been able to sort out... yeah, that would be awesome.

For me, it's a prudent, other HR, so anger springs first... but this, if I try to be in person, I can't even be angry, I guess...

There is a great deal of snuggly, snuggly, and unpleasant stuff in that evidence, tangled over there and tangled over here.

... I grabbed a little tangled and tried to remove it, and as soon as I touched it, I poured in a lot of things and had to let go of my hand.

Overwhelmed by that, pitifully, he left as he was.

"... how was it?

When I opened my eyes, the anxious needle student's eyes were in front of me.

... I'm back on the run, what can I say!

"I almost ran out of MP, so I came back. I'll be back when I get better."

Take the mint extract out of your pocket and drink. Yeah, I'm a little tempered.

If I get back in the mood, I'll 'share' it again.

Entering mysterious space again.

And I'll observe the memory of the example, which I just touched my hand.

… This is deeply rooted.

If I followed the tangled tip, I could see that the memory was immediately, directly connected to the emotions and sensations, and that would propagate.

… that is. If I solve this tangle, even if this memory itself doesn't disappear, at least as soon as I touch it... I wonder if it will.

All right, let's leave this once and ask the needle students.

So this is my second departure.

"I'm home. I've been looking at it for a while, so I'll talk to you."

Now, it's too insensitive to touch the contents of the memory itself, and I assemble the words while organizing them in my head wondering how to explain them.

"Maybe it's too risky to erase the memory itself."

"Oh well. Yeah, sorry, something."

"So I think it will take the form of a link between memory and the emotions and sensations that accompany it. Because it's tangled, I'm gonna untie it. If it still seems hard, I'll think about it again, okay?

"... can you?

"Maybe. But there could be a risk to that, and something could go wrong, so I mean, talk to you, okay?

I still don't know what's going on, but it's supposed to distort my memory.

Around that time, I'm not familiar with it, and the memory is visualized that way in the first place, and I can make it, I can't believe it's not a possible story in the first place, so it's just not before. The risk is unknown. It is also unclear if it will be resolved.

I don't think that's a bet you should be making.

"Yeah. That's fine. Please."

... but I think it's one choice, too, because this guy seems painful enough to have to do it.

"OK. Well, I'll try"

Touch that, so you won't feel too comfortable.

... All right. 'Sharing'!

... Well. How do you solve this dull, sticky, tangled piece of shit?

If I had single chestnut flour, I would cover it, but there's no such thing.... I also feel like I need a bottle of Hathaki, but unfortunately this mysterious space, it seems like I'm the one who can bring it in, and at least you don't have a Hathaki right now.

If so, I can't help it. You just have to unhook it with your bare hands, right?

All right. Yeah.

... What I've felt in 'Sharing' so far has been a flood of information, a flood of memory.

This involves true and reverse suffering... a flood of emotions and sensations.

Scary, painful, painful...... that kind of floods and unwittingly lets go. No, hey, this is... terrible.

It would still be fine if it were pure pain and fear, like when my life (tentatively) was zero. I can stand that.

... more, sticky, bitter, ugly, there's nothing I can do about it, this is...

The memories in the shadow of the twat are also bitter and too egregious.

Because it's too painful to touch, this is because it belongs to a needle raw, not mine, and because I'm not painful, and even if I tell myself to try again, this time... I can't touch it because I'm inhibited by something just before I touch it.

... 'Sharing', so? You mean you can't do it with other HR.

Unaccommodating skills in a weird place. I can't help it.

Again, carefully observe this tangled memory to find a place near tangled emotions and sensations that seems to have been pulling away for a short time already touching with your hands.

If you look, never mind, now is the time.

... needlework endured. I still endure it. What do you admit this guy can do and I can't?

Grab it.

Pretty much, I think it's been a while.

I managed to solve the entanglement and separate it.

Separately, the memories that were so dark and sticky until just now hardened and no longer bitter to the touch.

... Now, if it doesn't work out, it's gonna recess in the boulder.

Wipe your face down with your hands. Humans, they're relieving stress by crying, so, well, I guess I can't help it.

... Tired of boulders. Let's go to bed when we leave.

I took off and rubbed it because my vision was strangely unstable, and it was soaking wet.

... I hear I was crying even over here. Yeah, on the boulder, while I'm at it, isn't it too loose?

"... Maido"

... Ah, needles, too.

"Sorry, I, right, 'shared' or something, I mean, Maido's a pain in the ass too, I'm really sorry"

Just do something about that face. No, me too.

We kept each other like this, so we scratched each other and made it clean.

"How's it going? I did what I could. Here they come."

"Yeah, I get it.... far, gone. I can sort it out, I mean... even if I recall, oh, you did that too, Kanji in position. Purely, memories, became, I mean."

Really? Well, can I think of something purely traumatic to sort out?

I think I've done a lot of piercing.

"Something unusual or something? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it was so hard earlier, but I'm fine now. It was so refreshing. Nothing unusual, maybe."

Right now, just because there's no abnormality, doesn't mean it won't come out later, but for now, did it work, did it?

... but I'm very sleepy when I feel safe. Oh, no. I'm so sleepy. Oh, no. This. Seriously, no. This. Ah......

"... Maido, are you okay?

Oh, there's a futon here.

... Something was painful. When I woke up, the needle student was sleeping with my stomach as a pillow.

... the poor sleeping minister is back, which means he's sleeping without a scratch.

I looked at the clock and it was already morning.... Yeah, maybe, softly, you mean?

I looked around to make sure I didn't wake the needle raw, and I laid a futon a little far away, and it looks like you're all asleep.

Oh, did you fall asleep on me without reporting it? I'm sorry.

Set that aside, I skipped dinner yesterday, and I'm hungry for boulders. I want to make breakfast... not really, I decided to go back to sleep on the excuse that the needlework is sleeping comfortably, so I feel bad about leaving. Good night.

I lost the weight of my stomach, so when I woke up, I was just about to wake up with a needle.

"Oh, dear."

"Oh dear. I'm sorry, Mr. Maido. It's like I was on a pillow."

"Yeah, it looks like I slept well and it's more than anything.... you have an appetite?

"Yeah. I'm exhausted. I'm starving"

Oh, that worked.

I think you guys are still asleep, so why don't we just leave the room for breakfast?

When I was in charge, you all woke up.

"Morning.... needle raw, are you okay now"

"Yeah. Mr. Maido sorted it out for me. Now even if I remember, uh, that happened, about"

The needle student explained last night.... I didn't explain everything to you because, well, it would be hard to explain, and I don't care. I'll shut up, too.

They all came back with their appetites, so I stuck them for breakfast.

I'm missing a meal, and I have some physically awesome fatigue and some needle raw that should be, so I porridged it in the morning for good digestion.

"By the way, what do we do about the prisoners' meal?"

I didn't even give you dinner last night.

"Let's starve to death!

It is a bird sea, a norinoli.

"You can't do that. I haven't even got the psychic medicine yet."

In fact, it's a hassle to die, so we won't let the prisoners live and kill them, so it's our policy.

Is it also my hand to turn it into a 'sleeping cocoon'?

"Sometimes I have to ask them. … first, it would be in relation to life (physics)"

Ah. Right.... they put their lives out there, saying they won't die. Wasn't that the kind of touch?

"Then I'd like to hear about the" Ashes of Naruto "and the other culprits."

Yeah. I think it's quite possible that I am.

"If you knew anything about other students or classrooms, you'd have to ask."

... Hmm.

"Well, it's fun interrogation time after breakfast"

"Hey."

... at dinner, and quite a conversation in the morning, it's noisy.