Chapter 270: Madman of Words

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All people are different, in such a huge world, the possibilities can be many, but finite not in our thinking, but finite in our world. There are lots and lots of things we can't do even if we treasure it the most. This is how the world has been changing little by little, it was not from one day to another, if someone achieved such an abrupt change, everyone would remember that day with fear. But, how we have come to what we know today, simple, by our thoughts how far they go, we are born knowing nothing, so like the hollow and foolish we are, we want to know more and more things, to be able to walk on your own, most do not remember, but it is a big step towards your life, it could be said that it is your first achievement as an infant, you grow up, you get to know even more things, until you get to the point where you are aware that, you are alive, you are here, you do such and such, you like this, you like that, you yearn and you have dreams, you want to become someone or at least do something that matters to you, our own engine are the things we know and learn to value. Life is different for everyone, it would be ugly if we all lived in the same conditions, because, I feel that we would stagnate at some point. Walking, talking, addition, subtraction, respect, society, kindness, all kinds of learning we have acquired in our lives, the basics, but what defines us is what we really want, especially the classic that we are taught from childhood, doctor, doctor, astronaut, chef, veterinarian, firefighter, It would be rare that one of those professions that you heard in elementary school, really be the job that you fulfill when you grow up, and rarer would be that you really like to do it, are jobs that if or if our society needs, is a classic for daily life and itself. Perhaps that is the limit of what our society needs, you can not be something even better, something that can exceed the limits and make you recognized of this new evolution in the history of mankind, as said before, this world is finite, but that only decides who already tried, if you succeed and brings great happiness, relaxation, you will understand what they felt those people so well known that managed to leave their mark forever.

『I want to be a well-known chef! I want many people to taste my meals and enjoy! Enjoy! Relax! Just with one bite of what my hands prepare, I really want to be someone in the world, Presidents! Artists! Famous! but my father and mother will be the first to taste my food when I reach that unique achievement and taste, I have a lot left to live, so I want to take advantage of it by eating in the same way, that's what I want to be』.

It was the words of her homework of "What do you want to be when you grow up" Koike Manzo, she had her speech on a sheet of paper that she passed to read it, how to say it, it was too common for others and what her teacher expected, to tell with great affection that you want to be, it was typical when you find what you want to be and do. The teacher knew it, this is what children say now, but when they grow up they will know many more things, their world and way of thinking will expand that they will have other longings and dreams, from this classroom, only Manzo would become what he really wanted to be.

Already from a very young age he was struck by the magic that was done in the kitchen, let's say that was the first thing that caught his attention, what is this what I'm eating? or how is that done? many questions flooded his head in development, seeing how from various ingredients and different flavors each one, came out a meal that makes them all stand out in a spectacular way, first he observed his parents, who prepared the food in their style and way, for being from whom he learned his love of food, the first flavor he would know would be, "The taste of home". With the passage of time he went to many places and ate all kinds of food, among them stood out "The street taste" or "The luxurious taste" or "The foreign taste" He had lots of opportunities to eat so many things that he never wasted them, at the beginning if he went with a notebook, where he wrote down everything he thought he had, and if the people were good, they told him the ingredients and the recipe. Just as he wrote down the emotions and feelings he felt when he tasted them, Manzo grew in a good way, he learned lots of things and knew lots of things, all thanks to his only true taste in this world, he was very grateful that everything new he saw served to enhance his ability and to be closer and closer to his life achievement, the perfect and unique taste. Getting a chef's degree? Do you think that this man whose literal life is the kitchen would not achieve such an accomplishment? Well no, he didn't in his time and it doesn't look like he ever will. Yes, he was an expert when it came to cooking, but in any career, all it takes is practice? In the rest, Manzo could not stand out in anything, he was too skilled if he was cooking something, his only weakness is that if you take him out of his comfort zone, he does not know what he has to do. In other areas his performance was low, in order to be somebody, to become a professional and have a degree, to be recognized by universities and other people, it is something obvious that every student must do. A thesis, even if you want to be a chef, you need to present your thesis, which Manzo could never manage to finish or do. If you have so much knowledge of what you like so much, why are you not able to express it in different ways, by force and obligatorily you can only show it in the kitchen and the ingredients you have at hand or need.

No matter how many years passed and he tried to make an effort, although he had already finished his career to become a chef, without the title you are nobody, that's how Manzo saw it, that from so much rejection and inconclusions, he became obsessed with it, a thesis, it would become his worst enemy in his life. He was already of a considerable age, he had to work, he didn't mind taking any job at the beginning, as long as he could finally be in a kitchen and have people come to eat him, it was enough. The few customers were satisfied, finished their meal and left. Eh? Because this is not what he expected, his first customer who consumed his food, said nothing, besides the typical thank you, there was nothing else. From how excited Manzo was looking out of the corner of his eye from the kitchen as they ate their food, he was confused, puzzled, he wondered why this happened.

『(You sure don't know how to appreciate good food, you should have screamed and jumped for joy saying this is from another world! But no, you left and didn't even ask who cooked it, there are other cooks besides me here, and if you thought that other people prepared it and not me)』

They were very difficult doubts to come up with an answer, Manzo was not satisfied, he was not happy and much less calm. But there are many more people in the world, in this country alone there are too many people, surely the rest would appreciate his food, Manzo was in total agreement. Another customer came, he was in a hurry, he asked for his food as it was, Manzo prepared it this time with more skill and seasoning than before, so that he could appreciate the good food. Manzo looked sideways at the client, as he received a plate that shone by itself, but the man was in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to appreciate it and ate it as quickly as possible. Manzo saw this as an offense and a monster, he was destroying his creation that he had put so much effort into, he was not enjoying it at all. In less than 5 minutes he had finished it and the man was leaving the establishment with time running out. Manzo couldn't believe this, it couldn't have happened in a row, it had to be a coincidence, he clenched his fist as he had only just started his day.

『(Calm down, those 2 customers don't know what I do, my art and life, they don't appreciate it, but I know that outside there are people who will appreciate my food, just like my father and mother do, you will see, I will leave them totally satisfied with my food)』.

His first day, in the end did not go as expected, Manzo was returning to his parents' house, but, there is something very strange about him. The first experience marks a lot, he may be an adult, but inside he still hadn't stopped being that child who loved cooking. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he felt like taking this feeling out on someone, he clenched his fists in anger, he was about to unburden himself on his first day, but what stopped him was "Good night son, my back hurts, I couldn't make you dinner, can you make it this time? It's been a while since I've eaten your food, always, it makes my heart smile to eat it."

Those words that his mother said to him, quickly swept away all the bad thoughts that Manzo had, and as if nothing had happened, this one had a big smile and some really good thoughts, that of cooking for his mother. Seeing her enjoy it and take the time not to finish it quickly, along with her warm expressions and those words he always wants to hear, brought him great peace and satisfaction. His father and mother were the ones who gave him what he wanted, and what he wanted to receive from the rest of the world. He continued cooking for a while in that first restaurant he found, but seeing that he did not get what he wanted, he would leave the place, he did not need to be in such a low place, with such low people who do not appreciate what they put in their mouths, what Manzo prepares is not food, what he prepares are miracles and blessings, wishes, he prepares something that frees your heart, there are only people who can truly recognize his food, the big leagues of gastronomy, the critics, if one discovered him, everything would change and he would have the recognition he wants. So if you want to meet one, you will have to cook in one of the most luxurious restaurants that can exist, when Manzo saw that restaurant, the first thing he said was.

『(Yes! Yes! This is what I wanted to see! This is what I deserve! To cook in such a luxurious and beautiful place like this! It's the most appropriate for me! For sure the kitchen will be sparkling and all the ingredients will be at my hand, it's the place where I should be)』

This excited, his smile was also huge but innocent somehow, Manzo would get in, he was sure and confident that when he shows his skill in front of the other chefs and the total manager, they would accept him, but. "I'm sorry, but you don't have your degree, you can't work here" It was like an instant shock for Manzo, he was being rejected the place he deserved from the beginning, those who judged him would already be about to retire, but a desperate Manzo would show a side, his most seen side when he is rejected, he would start to cry as if there was no tomorrow, as he begged between snot that they would give him a chance, he even bent down worse than touching the ground, already on the floor he would touch the legs and feet of those who rejected him, while the pleas seemed to have no end. It was like watching a child throwing a tantrum, those who judged him looked very desperate, did he really want to enter this restaurant so badly? the answer was yes, but the tantrum seems to have no end, and he is starting to hold his legs tightly. The owners quickly asked him to stop, but since he wouldn't listen to a word, they told him to cook something. The change was too sudden, from what he was holding his leg tightly and lying on the ground making a mess, he was now standing with hope in his eyes.

『Now I'll cook something for you! Leave it to me! Your hearts will burst when you taste it!』

Excited as if it was his home, Manzo first walked around the large kitchen, he couldn't help but marvel at how well implemented everything was, the ingredients well separated, even tools he had never seen before and now he even knew what they were for. The owners were worried, the only thing they wanted at this moment was for him to leave, it is not normal that sudden change, Manzo told them to wait a while, that he would take care of everything, he looks excited and passionate, that's good, they said about the kitchen to see if he calms down, they will try his food and then they will throw him out. After a few minutes, it must have been about half an hour, it's a good thing they were open later, otherwise it would have been worse. Manzo finally presented his dish, when he showed it to them, the owners had the reaction he expected, first they contemplated the marvel of the dish for seconds, they looked and kept an eye on everything, their natural nature came out and they began to criticize it for good, in terms of appearance, it was beautiful. But now it would be time to taste the dish, it could look beautiful, but how about the taste, when they took a bite they pulled back, it was a unique and majestic taste, it brought them beautiful memories and a sense of joy, Manzo was seeing everything, yes, he finally saw everything he wanted to see from the people, if he manages to cook here, his future will be promising and if not.... The owners did not finish eating because they did not want to finish such a great work, each praise was a caress to the heart. But even if you prepare delicious food, you can't be accepted, you have to have your degree to work, especially in places like this where quality, service, diplomacy, study, everything, absolutely everything must be legal and of high specialty, accepting someone who is not a chef, would bring them many problems in the future.

『I'm sorry young man, but we can't hire you』.

Manzo's eyes faded, it was like being dead inside, everything he thought was safe was destroyed, he didn't want to cry anymore, he just wanted to do nothing. But the owners didn't stop at that, they praised their food and that it is one of the best they ate, that they remember that taste. Remember?

『Koike-san, this dish where did you know it from, did you see a recipe around, did they tell you about it, how did you come up with this taste』.

『You talk to me? !!!! How nice! That dish comes from one of the places I visited as a student, I was lucky enough to get the recipe from the place what is it called? I think it was in Okinawa if I'm not mistaken, the food is called!!! it's called...I don't know, I just remember the way it's prepared and the taste, that's a blessing, right?!!!!』

At the question of the owners, Manzo opened up and his eyes came back to life, he would tell his experience with this dish and its history, but his words the more he spoke, the less professional he looked, it was like listening to a child talking. The owners if they knew where this dish came from and what the food is called, they were rather impressed that he managed to bring out the same or similar taste, that's why their previous reactions when they tasted it, because it was joyful the first time they ate there, one of the owners would be strict with him, he would finally give Manzo constructive criticism.

『I see, the restaurant you visited is called "Rozario" while the dish you cooked is called "Hanabira", if you really love food, then don't forget those important places where you ate and knew such a good food like this, you, you just copied the recipe right? I have no idea how you got it, but you brought out a taste the same, no, similar to Hanabira, you added rosemary right?』

『Yes sir!!! I wanted it to be my own recipe, so I just modified a few things from the original recipe, I added rosemary because it tasted amazing with it!!!! I made up my own dish sir!』

『TONGUES!』

From the conversation they were having, everything was going normal and even calm, I was asking him some questions and judging him in the same way. There was nothing wrong, even that he added one more ingredient, that's fine, you can remove or add more to your liking if it helps to get a better taste, but what he would not tolerate duel, is if he said that he converted that recipe his.

『That you added an ingredient to it or took away another!!! Even the way you prepared it! It doesn't mean that it now belongs to you!!! You just made a copy and modified it in your own way!!!!! The real creator of the dish, is the cook of Rozario, he invented this dish, he got that endearing taste, it's his unique seasoning!!!! Not that the dishes or meals have owners or copyrights, but the seasoning and flavor are unique to them!!!! Don't boast again that you own it!!!! Food belongs to everyone and for everyone!!! That's why we are chefs!!!』-『When you understand the meaning of being a chef, when you find your unique seasoning, come back, and we will evaluate you again, oh, and present us your degree please』.

It was more like a touch of scolding seeing that he was behaving childishly, this left Manzo very shocked, again his whole world, which he believed in, was crumbling without him being able to do anything. He was upset, very upset, but if he shows another tantrum he will not have another chance, Manzo was leaving the establishment, but as soon as he left the place, he was very angry, his face was of an irreversible anger, he could not stand it anymore, he would hit the wall again and again and again, you could only hear the effort he was making, some policemen were approaching, so before they came, Manzo was already leaving.

When he got home, good thing his parents were out, today was their anniversary, Manzo was very angry, he wanted to destroy everything, he had visions of him making a mess of his own home, would this relax him? no, it would only momentarily calm his emotion. He had to do something soon, or those thoughts would become real. The only thing that would calm him would be cooking, this one would go into his kitchen and turn on the stove, the sounds of chopping, mixing and tasting were already in order.

『Look Heaven!!!』

『I don't believe it, are we in paradise?』

When Manzo's parents arrived, they were shocked to see the dining room full of luxurious and extremely beautiful food, it was like a great banquet prepared by the best chefs in the country. The parents saw all this that they even drooled, how good it looked and smelled, they had already eaten but seeing this is like having another second stomach. But to all this, Manzo was still, doing nothing, his gaze was lost, he was able to calm himself by cooking, but he was still thinking about the things he was told, he heard the sound of the diners eating, he was still in the kitchen, but he quickly felt a sharp pain in his hands, he would quickly cover them with paper and hide them behind his back. Entering the kitchen, he saw his parents eating with joy and peace, they found total relaxation, they enjoyed every bite, they wanted this day was not over.

『Thank you so much son, you prepared all this for us while we were out, how nice of you, no doubt you are the best cook in the world』.

!!!!! Manzo finally woke up completely, seeing his parents' expression, he would also smile and blush, he doesn't remember much what happened recently, he was cooking, preparing dishes non-stop, I think he ran out of all the ingredients, he's going to have to wait for his parents to bring home more again. Her hands were still hurting, angrily punching the wall, better shouldn't have done it.

『It has a distinctive taste now that I realize, I try to think what it is, but I know there is something there, it is present, may be you already found your unique seasoning son』.

The mother was still eating gratefully, Manzo did not understand, but that he was told he found his unique seasoning, after he was told he only made copies, this made him feel happy, he would also sit down, it must be because he wants to be a chef, that for him it is normal not to eat, but to look at the gesture of the people and how they enjoy your food, but at that time, he thought what could it have been, he found his unique seasoning? What is he talking about, he didn't use another ingredient too much, he didn't modify the recipe, he just cooked on impulse to calm down, what, what, what is it that made him come up with that unique seasoning.

『(!!!!! Blood....)』

Manzo remembered that when he was angrily punching the wall, he ended up hurting himself, when he got home the first thing he did was cook without caring about his hygiene, he was just looking to calm himself down somehow, the blood running down his hand, must have mixed in the food, literally Manzo is looking at, a feast made with his blood and sweat, Manzo was afraid, blood is not something that should be with food, especially raw and from a human being, this is a sin for the kitchen, but out of curiosity to taste his unique seasoning, Manzo took a bite of one of his dishes, and his parents did not lie, it was like wanting to ascend to the heavens.

『(So this is my unique seasoning)』.

In the end they couldn't finish the meal, they will have to eat reheated of this for several days, but it doesn't matter, as long as he can continue to know his own taste, he has to try more meals like this. He has to be careful, since by carelessness his parents saw his injured hands, but they only treated him and did not relate it to the food. The next day not having a job and being free, he decided to finally start his thesis, how one can find his unique seasoning. Months went by where he made more effort than usual, he didn't work, he didn't look for a job, he only spent his time in his room and in the kitchen, looking for a way to finish his thesis, this would take him many months, but when he ran out of the food he prepared with his blood, where would he get more, he had no other choice, he would use his blood for more preparations. His appearance began to change, he looked paler and weaker, as well as thinner, the dark circles under his eyes were there, cooking with his blood was already a routine and his diners, his parents, tasted his dishes. But he noticed that this was bad for him, he no longer had the same strength to cook, everything looked cloudy and lost, losing blood is something very bad and Manzo just realized it, but if he wants to finish his thesis, he needs more blood, the thesis is his and unique as well as his seasoning, he has to finish it no matter how. But the problem remains the same, where does he get blood, he doesn't want those in bags that are in hospitals, the ingredients have to be fresh to taste better, but that would mean having to attack a person....

『(It's not attacking, I'll just ask him to make a wound with a needle and drop drops of blood to the food, yes, I'll go ask him, to....a....a....a who...I have no friends, only my parents....it's ok!!! I'll ask the people on the street!!! They have to help me if or if!!!)』

He took shelter as much as he could, feeling cold was extreme for him, so he went around where he lived, to his neighbors and people who passed by, they asked him for the favor of what he thought a while ago, the one with the blood in his food, as expected nobody helped him, moreover, they saw him as a weird and crazy for the appearance he wore. Some even suspected that he might be a bad person not sane, before the police were notified, Manzo would stop with his request. This one alone in his room, he would slouch while crying inconsolably.

『Why...because nobody helps me...don't they see that I do this for supposedly everyone...not that the food belongs to everyone and that's why they should eat it...don't they want to taste my unique seasoning..... ASSHOLE PEOPLE!!!! IDIOTIC PEOPLE!!!! I HOPE THEY DIE FOR NOT UNDERSTANDING ME!!!!! DAMN YOU!!!! DIE!!! MAY THEY FALL IN POOP!!!! MAY YOUR MOTHER AND FATHER HATE YOU!!!!! DIE!!! DIE!!!! SO I COULD USE YOUR BLOOD AND BODY PA----...eh?』

An idea came to Manzo, from how angry and frustrated he was, he finally felt like the light bulb went on, he can't use his blood as he might end up dying and if he dies people won't be able to eat his unique seasoning, it's his own, he invented it, he got it, he owns that flavor. This was like an open world, the doors opened to extend his way of thinking, he will be able to get more things if he decides to explore and try things that people did not do, this is how the world advances, this is how we stop being afraid, this is how one improves. Manzo had it clear for him as well as his thesis, this changes everything, not only blood, also the meat, if he uses the blood, meat and tries it in different preparations, what food would come out, what flavor would come out, he thought about it so many times that he did not even sleep, many people have already prepared meals with what he has in mind, many failed and are even dead, they did not succeed, they did not manage to change the world, but Manzo did, he is sure that he can change the way everyone's taste. He liked the idea so much, he erased everything he worked on his thesis for months and would start from 0 but with this main theme, human blood and flesh.

『No one is going to stop me from being someone in the world』.

It took him in total to get to where he left his thesis in only 1 month, the work that before cost him months, now he did it in a month, he didn't sleep, he didn't rest, he only ate once a day, his parents worried about him, but he just ignored them and only came out of his mouth "I'm doing this for you, I want you to be the first" and went back to locking himself up. When you like a subject, you research everything about it, so he learned more about human flesh and blood, it left him in awe and he wanted to get his hands on the stuff already, fresh and dripping. But that means having to...to a person....This month also served him on whether to do it or not, of whether he can or not. In the end, this one didn't want to do it.

『But, why would I take someone's life, I'd rather have them alive and enjoy my meals, dead you're of no use to me...no...if you're of any use to me...for other people to eat my food...but...but....but...aAAAAA!!』-『NOSE!!!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! THIS IS HARD!!!! I WANT TO BE A CHEF!!!! I AM NOT SMART!!!! I ONLY KNOW HOW TO COOK!!!!』-『I think I was too long alone and cooped up, I must change of scenery and meet my diners personally』.

It's been a while since he felt the warmth of the sun's rays, he wouldn't come up with the answer by himself, let the same people tell him the answer he deserves, killing is wrong, but not for those who deserve it, if he manages to find a thief or murderer, kill him, take away his blood and cut his body, he wouldn't be doing something wrong, that would be called justice. As a child and student, he remembers going with his family to the Midori no Happa shopping center, to play and eat in all the places, he liked it very much, he spent more time in the play area of the establishment. Already defined his course, he would get ready to go, he only hoped that people would not look at him too much because of the appearance he acquired, when Manzo looked in the mirror, it was not at all the image he wanted to have when he thanked his customers.

『I must smile, I must show my diners that I am pleased with their opinions and that I am happy to cook for them』.

In the mirror he forced a smile, which, was not the one he remembered having. When he arrived at the place he was expecting something, just a change of scenery and nothing more, but not to tell it again, when he witnessed everything that happened because of the attack on the Midori no Happa shopping center, he was afraid, he was one of the first to get his respiratory mask, he does not think of dying without finishing his thesis, he does not think of dying without officially becoming a chef, he does not think of dying until people taste his food, especially his mother and father. But, Manzo was already mentally lost, he was on the verge, he didn't know what to do, he was indecisive, he was always a child who never knew what adulthood and maturity is, before someone like that, he was the perfect prey to fall into what the voice wanted, the madness finally came.

He cried blood, he was going to die, nothing made sense anymore, but no, he still wanted to live or at least fulfill his dream of creating the best dish ever seen, the dish with his unique and unimaginable seasoning, when he does it he can leave this world without any remorse, when he saw that they delivered weapons, Manzo was the same way, the first to take it and point them to the other people, he did not hesitate to shoot, his mission was more important, but, what is this, he did not hesitate, it is more. ..he is laughing...but....what is he becoming, this is his true self.

『(They are dead...I shot them....quickly...I have to take the bodies to some kitchen out there)』.

It was his surprise to see that people were getting up, the guns had red paint bullets, they were not lethal, at most it is to receive an average human hit and already, this for some reason, made Manzo very angry, like they were not dead, stop giving him more work than he has to do, without further ado he would go towards the kitchen area so he could take his most reliable friend since he is conscious, the knife. When he saw it, he felt great relaxation and pleasure, it brings him a lot of tranquility, he practiced how he should kill his clients, he does it by them for them. He took off his mask, it was in his way, he wanted to see without complications the gesture they will put, that would make him very happy.

『(Where there will be more people, where I will find abundant ingredients!!! the clothing store)』.

In the clothing store, it was the most violated by the bombing, being so big and being the ones that people wanted the most, there were a lot of people doing their thing in the store, they would steal and try it on, making chaos was optional for them, they just wanted to feel the luxury of trying on the clothes they could never get.

『Hey, that guy who is he?』

One of the masked men who were attacking the clothing store, already inside everyone was, they saw how a thin and pale guy, he was just slowly approaching towards them, there was an organized group in the clothing store, they were just stealing, nothing more than that, but they were supporting each other. Some felt that they should stay away from Manzo, while others just ignored him, he was probably a weak-minded person who could not cope with reality and had lost his mind.

『But it looks suspicious...I think better than....------------AGHHHHHHHHHTRGHH』

SLASH!!!PPLASHHH!!!!! The masked man who first warned Manzo and who was the most concerned, had received a stab wound to the body. This one quickly screamed from the pain while spitting blood, Manzo was happy, he was happy, in his head he only imagined and thought that it feels good to pass the knife to people, their flesh, cut it in a unique sensation.

『I'm sorry』

Manzo didn't plan to pull out the knife, but literally deepen it further and give it a twist inside, if he did that, the attacked would definitely die. PAM!!! Quickly Manzo received a blow in the face, enough to remove the knife from the body of the attacked, this quickly received support from his companions. Who Manzo quickly, although pale and weak, his desire to fulfill his dream was more, he quickly took his knife and rushed to attack everyone. POM!!! POM!!! POM!!!! POM!!!! POM!!!! POM!!!! POM!!! POM!!!! It was a rain of ammunition! All the masked of the group, shot against Manzo, they filled him with red paint all over his body, they shot him like no tomorrow, while those who helped the stabbed, were saying that they have to go to the infirmary to treat the wound, it was good that the knife did not hit him directly in the abdomen, but in the side. They retreated while they continued shooting at Manzo who was still receiving all the shots. When the ammunition ran out, they retreated as fast as possible, they wanted to get away from the crazy Manzo as fast as possible. Within seconds, Manzo fell backwards to the ground, it was like receiving thousands of human blows all over his body, that for someone weak like him, this if already too much, Manzo spat, but what, his blood or the red paint.

『Don't run away...please....just help me get what I want...please....why is everyone rejecting me....』-『Why....why...WHY WHY WHY AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!』

Manzo would yell, he was angry that things don't go as he plans, he always comes out disappointed in the end, this weakly and with the strength he still had, he would try to get up, it was like a challenge, a challenge that had to come out, if they want to see him angry so bad, then they will see him every time! Manzo would take his knife, he would not let those people go, but.

『Hey you, if to you loquito, you already lost』.

Konomi just appeared in front of him, blocking his way, while with his right hand, he made the sign that he is going to defeat him. This if something, he has to avoid at all costs.

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