Reiryuu Academy Student Council

The season shifted from autumn to winter brought people's minds to mind somewhere.

"Master Hyunichiro, that sounds like a tough one"

"I can't help it this time of year. It's gonna be a while."

"Poor thing."

The maids worded their worries as they looked at the fatigued Tojo's back. Deep down, however, the bud grenades had heard those words like other personnel with cold thoughts.

The press moves more intensely this season. The press were always waiting for Saichiro's borough to come out, hoping that the floating mind would carry a delicious story. To avoid it, Hyunichiro lays work on his job, and he also loses the opportunity to originally deal with fewer bud grenades. That's why bud grenades hated this season.

But bud grenades never complained about it. I never spoke of dissatisfaction.

That was just how what the bud grenades were thinking at the time wouldn't bother Tojo. Don't let anything happen that makes Tojo shrug his legs because of you.

As with every year, the bud grenade hiccups inside the mansion. That would never have bothered Tojo.

That blind sense of security that the mansion was absolutely safe caused the incident.

"Ma'am, I don't have any learning or archaeology today, so take your time off"

There was rarely anything scheduled that day. That's why I couldn't do anything, and the bud grenades were studying alone in the room.

Shoot grenade, who turned seven a while ago, is a freshman in elementary school. Like kindergarten, bud grenades, who were to attend general elementary school, have always been alone in school. Everything I thought and carried was different from the children around me. Bud grenades wanted to be alone.

So I don't have any friends who worry about her where the bud grenades have been off elementary school for a month.

"... if the world was like math, we'd all be happy"

Bud grenade, who was trying high school math, whined as he rolled that reference book apart.

Math always has a clear solution and just one answer. If the world had been that clear, all bud grenade anxiety would have been washed away. But the world prefers only vague things and hates to give answers.

How could I have been born? What do you exist for? Even with numerous questions that surface, bud grenades cannot find the answer to that. The lonely world of bud grenades haters was the only biggest enemy for bud grenades.

I could hear the door of the room open in the bud grenade ears thinking about it like that.

Gachari

The bud grenade turns around, wondering if anyone's maid has come in and there's nothing to signal for it. And the bud grenade kept the person in sight and narrowed his eyes.

"… who,"

The bud grenade rises from the chair and shows vigilance. The face I could see from inside the hood was about 40s, with a large neighborhood carved under my eyes. I'm not a butler or a maid. The face did not exist in the memory of the bud grenade.

As soon as I saw it, the bud grenade felt dangerous.

Looking into the man's eyes, the bud grenade drinks spit, containing so much worry and anger that the words could not be said.

The man looked at the little girl and showed her a rushing trick, but soon came to one thought. And he hoisted his red and black mouth, covered in shaved mustaches, niggling.

"To the president, I'm surprised you had a daughter..."

The man looked happily at the bud grenade with a nasty eye. I don't have to think about the little girl in Tojo's mansion - the bud grenade being Tojo's daughter.

"My life is over because of your father. My wife dumped me, and I'm in debt."

Hearing that word, which was rife with despair, Sprout suspected that the man was formerly one of the company employees of the Tojo Group.

One of the butt wipes my grandmother did instead of Tojo, whose garments were dead and useless, was massive employee cuts. It's called restitution. It was my grandmother's discretion, but employees don't know it.

I thought it was all about Tojo.

"I was going to steal the golden-eyed thing from you, but I found the most golden one..."

The man who dived through the deacons' and maids' eyes and broke into the mansion was supposed to disappear by stealing something as gold-eyed as he could pay his debts. For driving my life crazy with unsolicited retardation, I was just talking about taking as much gold away from Tojo as I could.

But the presence of Tojo's daughter, who suddenly appeared, drove the man's thinking crazy. Using bud grenades, you can get more money than you can compare to the gold around. The man who came to the thought grabbed the bud grenade arm.

"Hey do it! Somebody...!

The bud grenade tries to give a voice for help. But soon the mouth was blocked with a man's hand and the call for help did not come true.

"-!"

"It's all right. I'm just gonna need you to be a little hostage."

Even though the bud grenade restrains the body, it also bumps the foot to resist. The martial arts worked harder than the crowd, and even the protective techniques were properly worn by the bud grenades.

But the bud grenade body didn't realize anything at all with fear in front of it. It wasn't that the bud grenade wasn't strong enough. It was only natural that the power of a young girl could not be rivaled by an adult man.

"If you resent me... resent my father"

With that word, the bud grenade was taken away from the mansion.

The next time a bud grenade woke up stunned by the killer, it was a dark world there.

"Here... where?

The bud grenades look around. But there was nothing in my eyes that I was unfamiliar with the dark.

Bud grenades were trapped in the dark where they could not even see their bodies.

It soon turned out that the bud grenade was gone from the mansion. One phone call to Tojo's mansion had informed him that he had taken the bud grenade hostage, and demanded a ransom of hundreds of millions.

Tojo, who was contacted about an emergency and returned to the mansion immediately, does not hesitate to contact the police. I didn't give a shit about the press moves or anything. No, I was too upset to turn my head on you.

It was the search for bud grenades that made such Tojo take precedence over anything else. I made it a priority to find the bud grenade as soon as possible rather than to find the killer.

But my grandmother, the commander-in-chief, will never tolerate the Tojo family scandal. Yukie, who was contacted at the same time as Tojo, was beginning to root faster than anyone else.

He paid the police huge sums of money to keep things from getting public and keep the media moving under his own authority.

My grandmother made letting him look for the killer take precedence over finding the bud grenade. Because that is a priority for the Tokyo family.

At the time, the commander-in-chief was more authoritative than Tojo. Only for that reason did the priority shift to finding the killer rather than the bud grenade.

Soon after that, the killer was found out. But the killer, who measured suicide on the verge of being caught, disappears from the world without revealing where the bud grenade is.

There is no longer a single person in this world who knows where the bud grenades are. With my grandmother moving for the Tojo family, the search for bud grenades was greatly delayed.

"Yes, ya... let me out..."

After being in a dark room for a while, my eyes grew accustomed and I could see a little of what was going on around me. But the world I saw was so dirty, it even made me think it was still better not to look like a bud grenade. It's in some warehouse, lots of messy cardboard, and a few worm carcasses rolling on the dusty floor. I felt sick and wanted to get out of the place as soon as possible.

"Let me out. Yeah! Please! No, no, no, no! Scary, frightening, no."

The bud grenade knocks the iron door he finds over and over again. I've never seen a bud grenade speak so loudly in my life.

"Ahhh... ahhh!

No matter how much blood flows from your hands, the door won't open. I shouted enough, but I didn't get that voice.

About a week had passed since they had taken me away when I finally found the bud grenade.