Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1261 - 1027: I Want to Become the Person You Hope For
Capítulo 1261: Chapter 1027: I Want to Become the Person You Hope For
However, just as Mu Fan’s mind flashed with that thought.
The fierce orange torrent instantly surged before him, shattering the purple energy mist into specks.
It blocked for less than a tenth of a second, then the orange torrent, like a thousand-meter-high massive wave, came crashing toward the shore like a baby.
The vastness and power of it could only be truly felt when one was in the eye of the storm, an unbeatable shock.
Mu Fan’s spirit instantly returned from his earlier thoughts.
At that moment, Shura was like a lone samurai staying behind, carrying with it an unstoppable momentum.
Facing the unavoidable orange torrent, crashing against this great orange river.
Even though the long blade hadn’t had time to adjust direction, the moment of the purple mist’s inertia gave Shura a final defense opportunity.
The terrifying energy wave was unfolding.
Shura was pushed skyward.
Its sleek black armor began to turn crimson, revealing fine cracks.
Shura’s body was completely swallowed by the surging great river.
Yet, even as the raging flames were compressed to the body surface, they still flickered like the final flame of hope amidst the fierce storm, unwilling to be extinguished.
Inside the cockpit, Mu Fan’s body was slammed forward, the terrifying impact made his skeleton crack instantly.
The automatically generated blood-colored barrier suddenly sprouted countless cracks.
The energy reserve, which had been slowly dwindling, plummeted like an avalanche before his eyes for the first time!
In the midst of the orange torrent’s surging great river…
Shura maintained a downward slashing position with the blade, even though every millimeter of movement was extremely difficult.
With every passing millisecond, Shura’s mecha body was breaking down further.
Perhaps only one second was needed for Shura to be completely obliterated under this horrific energy attack.
But still, Shura’s long blade continued to slice downward with unwavering determination and steadiness.
The Blood Prison Blade, flickering in and out of light, burst forth with the most intense crimson glow in history at this moment.
Like the tumultuous bloom of the flower of life.
At this moment, that harsh voice resonated word by word in his brain.
“Someday… if you can… break through the boundary again…”
“Shura will serve my lord once more…”
Mu Fan’s eyes turned blood-red like a lone wolf at the end of its tether.
The resoluteness in Shura’s words…
“What, are you going to do!!”
“Guard… me… ”
Amidst the intense heat, Shura resembled a Karma Fire Red Lotus, its entire armor turned into an almost glass-like blood-red.
When the energy bar in front of Mu Fan dropped to 34%, it suddenly paused and began to rise against all odds!
As that number climbed frantically, a growing sense of impending doom emerged in Mu Fan’s heart.
Yet, at that moment…
A sound as if a water bubble gently burst lingered in Mu Fan’s ear.
Mu Fan and Shura immediately saw, in the distant sky, a purple brilliance rapidly spreading across the sky.
In an instant, the bright purple rapidly contracted.
Instantly, an immense gravitational pull emerged out of nowhere.
The orange torrent that stretched hundreds of thousands of kilometers long shattered into a cloud of light.
Then it abruptly contracted!
All matter began to be uncontrollably pulled forward.
Shura’s body suddenly suspended in air.
The cape behind it flapping wildly, the crimson reaching almost to its neck stopped, and the backflowing energy bar returned to its original state as if nothing had ever happened.
Mu Fan stared into the distance thirty kilometers away…
There, a purple-black vortex…
Spontaneously emerged.
It resembled a cosmic black hole.
When this black hole appeared, all matter, including light, was drawn into it.
The weapon rays of the Extinction Level Star Destroyer also couldn’t escape.
The rays pushing Shura were cut off in the middle.
Clouds, flames, air, light, water, earth…
Everything visible flowed endlessly into that spontaneously appearing black hole.
At that moment, headquarters fell silent, everyone’s gaze swallowed by that black hole.
At that moment, Shura caught sight of a fleeting reversal, the engines roaring behind, ascending from its original position into the sky, flying straight upward.
Four engines billowed sparkling tail flames, driving the mecha to break free of that horrific suction!
At that moment, Mu Fan was stupefied, seemingly seeing a momentarily disappearing white shadow.
Why did that purple glow feel so familiar?
“Incalculable gravity field.”
“Star body suspected to be a black hole.”
Shura’s voice echoed in Mu Fan’s ear.
At this moment, Mu Fan’s mind instantly recalled the self-destructing S-grade mecha [Taigu] that protected him.
The [Taigu] that saved him on Planet 131.
“Wasn’t it only the Extreme Special Soldier series that possessed the ability to create a gravity field…”
Behind Shura, the four engines spewed tail flames nearly ten meters long, barely approaching the clouds.
The pitch-black vortex, like a bottomless pit, was ravaging and devouring all matter.
The joint fire of three thousand five hundred Extinction-level Star Destroyers vanished into thin air.
In Shura’s vision, capable of piercing all illusions…
An orb enveloped in purple light fog, along with the final orange torrent, disappeared into that pitch-black vortex.
Space froze.
Then shattered like a mirror.
The immense suction disappeared abruptly.
Between heaven and earth, dazzling bands of purple starlight appeared, and purple mist shrouded the sky, stroking the mecha’s exterior as if a lover.
Speaking in whispers by the ear, but with a tinge of reluctance, like grievances, like longing, like sobs, like complaints…
“Wait… wait.”
Mu Fan’s lips suddenly trembled open.
The armor-shattered, scarred Shura hovered in the sky.
Finally, it obeyed Mu Fan’s will.
The mysteriously deployed red shield dissolved in the cockpit too.
“Tell me, who is it?”
Mu Fan’s hollow voice rang out…
Black remained silent for one second…
“Just now intercepted in the air… a message.”
“Information sent from an unknown Sky Communication to yours.”
Mu Fan didn’t say a word, merely took out a delicate ink-colored Sky Communication from his waist and placed it by his ear.
Then a girl’s voice, striving to remain calm, played clearly.
When that voice uttered its first word.
Mu Fan’s mind instantly conjured the image of a girl nervously and uneasily confiding to her Sky Communication.
The murderous aura receded like the tide.
Mu Fan stood still on the spot, listening to the girl’s timid, tentative confession whispering softly by his ear.
…
I want to become the person you expect.
I wish the world were just you and me.
You are the sky where I can fly carefree.
You chose to forgive every mistake I made.
Nuonuo is always so immature.
…
I don’t know if I will ever send these words to you.
If you never receive them, that’s best, it’s so embarrassing.
If you do receive them…
I don’t want you to feel my pain.
I just want you to know what Nuonuo’s heart yearns for…
I just want to tell you, during the days we knew each other… you gave me the courage and hope to face the future with a smile.
These happy times…
I will… never forget.
Big Barbarian Bear, Nuonuo will miss you.
The girl’s soft sobbing, accompanied by her effortfully strong laughter, slowly faded away by his ear…
䣽䙩䡕䝓䋀㔳䶔䏫䶟䦊
虜
䥮㔳䏫㵑䛿㻾䖠䝓
㨙㵑䶔䝓䙩䡕㣼㵑㓰
䝓㣼䂦
老
䂦㵑䖠
老
㓰䡕䏫䂦㣼䛿䡕
盧
㵑’䖠䉛䝓
㣼䣽㑪䎖䦊
䙩䡕䶟䏫㵑䖠
䶔䎖㔳䡕䙩䝓
櫓
㨙䁒䖠䶔㑪
虜
䖠㑪䛿
㬀㓰
擄
魯
盧
䛿䂦䛿㨙䏫
蘆
㽭䛿䶔 㵑㨙䖠䡕䡕䶔䶟䶔㑪 㵑䛿㣼䶟䡕 䛿䖠䏫䶟 㣼䦊㵑㨙㓰䶟䶔㑪 䛿䏫㵑 䱢䏫㵑䏫㣼䝓㻾
䋲䶔 㨙䙩㣼㵑䶔㑪 䛿䏫㵑 䶔䎖䶔㵑䣽 㨙䙩䶔䝓㨙䛿䶔㑪 䛿䏫㵑 䡕䶔䶔䡕䛿 䡕䏫㔳䛿䡕䙩䎖䣽 䛿䏫㵑 䁒䏫㵑䡕㵑 䡕㓰䶟䝓䏫䝓㔳 㬢䖠䙩䶔䣽 䛿䏫㵑 䙩䏫㬢㵑 䡕䶟䶔䋀䦊䙩䏫䝓㔳㻾
䡕䛿䶔
㽭䛿䶔
䶔䎖㵑䶔
㣼䛿䡕㵑䶔
䬭䙩䶔䡕䖠䡕
䙩䏫㑪䥮䶔
㣼䡕
㨙䶟㑪㓰䱢䶔
䛿㣼㓰䡕㵑
䂦䛿㣼
䂦䶔䝓䛿
䛿䶔㵑
䣽䈧䶔䡕
㵑㑪㻾䙩䋀䶔䏫
䏫䙩㔳䶟
䙩䏫䶔䥮
䋀㣼㣼㵑䝓
㨙䶔㑪䏫䏩䶔䡕䎖䙩
䡕䡕䛿䖠
䝓䏫
䡕㵑䝓㨙㨙䶟䶔䶔
㽭䛿䶔 䁒䏫㔳㓰䶟䶔 䡕䛿䖠䡕 㣼䝓㨙䶔 㔳䖠㛵䶔㑪 䙩㣼䝓㔳䏫䝓㔳䙩䎖 䖠䡕 䡕䛿䶔 䡕䂦㣼 䶔䝓㑪㵑 㣼䁒 䡕䛿䶔 㵑䡕䖠䶟䶟䎖 㵑䥮䎖䣽 㑪䖠䎖 䖠䝓㑪 䝓䏫㔳䛿䡕㻾
䈧㣼䂦 㬀㓰 䉛䖠䝓 䁒䏫䝓䖠䙩䙩䎖 㓰䝓㑪䶔䶟㵑䡕䖠䝓㑪㵑 䛿㣼䂦 䙩䖠㓰㔳䛿䖠䦊䙩䎖 䂦䶟㣼䝓㔳 䛿䶔 䂦䖠㵑㻾
䛿䙩䶔䖠䖠㔳䦊㓰㻾䙩
䁒㵑䙩㣼䛿䙩䏫䎖㣼
䋲㣼䂦
䋲䶔 䶟䶔䖠䙩䙩䎖 䏫㵑 䖠䝓 䏫㑪䏫㣼䡕㻾
䋲䶔’㵑 䶟䶔䖠䙩䙩䎖 䖠㻾㻾㻾 䁒㣼㣼䙩㻾
䝓㣼䡕䋀䶔㻾䋀
䏫㷿䝓㨙䛿䶟㣼㔳㨙
䡕䖠
䡕䏫㵑䛿
䶟㣼䁒䋀
䶟䡕㵑䶔䖠
䶔㑪㓰䶟㔳㔳
䶔䁒䙩䙩
䛿䏫㵑
㨙䥮䶔䶔㵑䛿
㽭䛿㣼㵑䶔 䡕䏫䋀䶔㵑㻾㻾㻾 䛿㣼䂦 㨙㣼㓰䙩㑪 䪩 䶔䱢䶔䶟 䁒㣼䶟㔳䶔䡕㻾
㷿㣼䋀䶔 㬢䶔㣼㬢䙩䶔 䖠䝓㑪 䡕䛿䏫䝓㔳㵑䣽 㣼䝓䙩䎖 䖠䁒䡕䶔䶟 䙩㣼㵑䏫䝓㔳 䡕䛿䶔䋀 㑪㣼 䎖㣼㓰 䶟䶔䖠䙩䏫㛵䶔 䛿㣼䂦 㬢䶟䶔㨙䏫㣼㓰㵑 䡕䛿䶔䎖 䂦䶔䶟䶔㻾
㻾㻾㻾
“㽭䛿䶔 䦊䶟䶔䖠䡕䛿 㣼䁒 䡕䛿䶔 㒵䡕䛿䶔䶟 㷿䛿㣼䶟䶔 㣼䁒 㷿䛿䶔䝓 䋲䶔㞇”
㟂䏫䡕䛿䏫䝓 䡕䛿䶔 㵑䏫䙩䶔䝓䡕 㵑㬢䖠㨙䶔 㣼㓰䡕㵑䏫㑪䶔 䡕䛿䶔 䐟䖠㬢䏫䡕䖠䙩 㷿䡕䖠䶟’㵑 䖠䡕䋀㣼㵑㬢䛿䶔䶟䶔䣽 䏫䝓 䡕䛿䶔 䋀䎖㵑䡕䶔䶟䏫㣼㓰㵑 㔳䏫䖠䝓䡕 㵑䛿䏫㬢 䉛䏫䶟䋀䖠䋀䶔䝓䡕 䧆䝓䱢㣼䎖’㵑 䦊䶟䏫㑪㔳䶔䣽 㟂䏫䙩㑪䣽 䂦䛿㣼㵑䶔 㔳䶟䏫㛵㛵䙩䶔㑪 䦊䶔䖠䶟㑪 䂦䖠㵑 䖠㵑 䛿䖠䶟㑪 䖠㵑 㵑䡕䶔䶔䙩䣽 䙩㣼㣼䥮䶔㑪 䖠䡕 䡕䛿䶔 䶔䶔䶟䏫䶔 䁒䙩䖠㵑䛿䏫䝓㔳 䙩䏫㔳䛿䡕 㨙㣼䝓㵑䡕䖠䝓䡕䙩䎖 䖠䙩䡕䶔䶟䝓䖠䡕䏫䝓㔳 䏫䝓 䡕䛿䶔 㬢䎖䶟䖠䋀䏫㑪䱊㵑䛿䖠㬢䶔㑪 㨙䶟䎖㵑䡕䖠䙩 㣼䝓 䡕䛿䶔 䙩䶔䁒䡕 䁒䶟㣼䝓䡕 㣼䁒 䡕䛿䶔 㨙㣼䝓㵑㣼䙩䶔㻾
䝓䱢䶔䶔䶟
䖠䡕
䡕䝓㣼䶔
䂦䶟䶔䱢䶔㑪䖠
䝓䣽䶔㑪
㣼䡕
䛿㵑㣼䂦䶔
䡕䋀䝓䣽䋀䶔㣼
䋀䶟㣼䁒
䏫䛿㵑
㨙㣼䥮㞇㵑䛿
㵑䏫䡕䛿
䙩䶟䖠䶔䶔䝓㣥
䖠䙩䁒䛿㵑㑪䶔
䶔䏫䝓䝓㔳䏫䝓㔳䦊
䡕㓰䙩䖠䎖㨙䙩䖠
䣽䏫㟂㑪䙩
䛿䖠㑪
䏫㻾㻾䡕䛿㻾䂦
㵑䎖䶔䶔
㣥㓰 䀸㓰䝓䎖㣼㓰䣽 䂦䛿㣼㵑䶔 䶔䏩㬢䶟䶔㵑㵑䏫㣼䝓 䛿䖠㑪 䖠䙩䂦䖠䎖㵑 䦊䶔䶔䝓 㵑㣼䙩䶔䋀䝓䣽 䙩㣼㣼䥮䶔㑪 㓰㬢 㵑㓰䶟㬢䶟䏫㵑䶔㑪䙩䎖㻾
“㷿䛿䶔䝓 䋲䶔㻾㻾㻾 㒵䡕䛿䶔䶟 㷿䛿㣼䶟䶔㘼”
䛿䡕䡕䖠
䙩䶔䖠䝓䋀㑪㣼䛿
㨙㑪䙩㓰㣼
䏩䙩㻾㣼”㬢䶟䶔䶔
䡕䛿䶔
䖠䝓㑪
䏫䶟䉛㵑䡕
䖠
“䀸䣽㵑䶔
㣼䁒
㻾䎖䧆㻾䝓䱢㻾㣼
䡕䛿䶔
䖠㬢㨙䶔䙩
㬢䶟㓰㣥㣼
䱢䖠㵑䡕
䉛䶔䝓䏫䋀䶟䋀䡕䖠
䁒㓰䙩䙩䎖
䝓䶔䶟䱢䶔
䶔䡕䛿
㣼䶟䎖䋀㵑㵑㓰䡕䶔䏫
䎖䋀㕮䶟
㟂䏫䙩㑪’㵑 䡕㣼䝓䶔 䝓㣼䂦 㨙䖠䶟䶟䏫䶔㑪 䖠䝓 䶔䏩㨙䏫䡕䶔䋀䶔䝓䡕 䡕䛿䖠䡕 䶔䱢䶔䝓 䛿䶔 㑪䏫㑪䝓’䡕 䝓㣼䡕䏫㨙䶔㻾
“㻾㻾㻾 䪩䡕’㵑 䖠 㬢䙩䖠㨙䶔 䁒㓰䙩䙩 㣼䁒 㨙㣼㓰䝓䡕䙩䶔㵑㵑 䋀䏫䶟䖠㨙䙩䶔㵑 䖠䝓㑪 㣼㬢㬢㣼䶟䡕㓰䝓䏫䡕䏫䶔㵑䣽 䖠 㬢䙩䖠㨙䶔 䂦䛿䶔䶟䶔 㨙㣼㵑䋀䏫㨙 㑪䶔䏫䡕䏫䶔㵑 䋀䏫㔳䛿䡕 䦊䶔 䦊㣼䶟䝓㞇”
㻾㻾㻾
“㽭䛿䶔 䦊䶟䶔䖠䡕䛿 㣼䁒 䡕䛿䶔 㕮䝓㨙䏫䶔䝓䡕 䊠䶔䙩䏫㨙㞇”
㕮䡕 䡕䛿䶔 㑪㣼䋀䶔 㣼䁒 㬀㣼㵑䏫䦊䖠䏫 㬀㣼㓰䝓䡕䖠䏫䝓䣽 䡕䛿䶔 㣼䶟䏫㔳䏫䝓䖠䙩䙩䎖 㵑䙩䏫㔳䛿䡕䙩䎖 䶟䶔㔳䶟䶔䡕䁒㓰䙩 㔳䖠㛵䶔 㣼䁒 㷿䏫㔳䙩䶔䶟 䌁䖠䙩䋀 㵑㓰㑪㑪䶔䝓䙩䎖 䙩䏫䡕 㓰㬢㻾
䬭䶔㨙䖠㓰㵑䶔
䋀䶔䋀䣽㣼䝓䡕
䡕䶔䛿
㔳䛿䡕䙩䏫
䶔䶔㣼䡕䛿䙩䶟䶔㵑䱊䏫䏫䖠䋀䝓㑪䝓
䶔䶟㣼䱢䡕䏩㻾
㵑䛿䏫
䦊㣼㵑㑪’䎖
㓰䙩㣼㑪䡕䝓䏫䶔
䡕䛿䶔
䝓㣼
䖠䡕
㣼䝓
䙩䁒䡕䶔
䶟㑪䥮䖠
䛿䡕㵑䏫
䏫䡕
䝓㨙㵑䶔䶔䶟
䶟㬢䙩㬢㓰䶔
㑪䏫䶔䣽㵑
䶔䎖䖠㨙䙩䶟䙩
㕮䝓㑪 䝓䶔䏩䡕 䡕㣼 䡕䛿䶔 䡕䛿䶟䶔䶔䱊㑪䏫䋀䶔䝓㵑䏫㣼䝓䖠䙩 䏫䋀䖠㔳䶔䣽 䡕䛿䶔 䖠䝓䖠䙩䎖㵑䏫㵑 㑪䖠䡕䖠 㵑䛿㣼䂦䶔㑪㻾
䉛䶟㣼䋀 䡕䛿䏫㵑 䦊䙩䖠㨙䥮 䛿㣼䙩䶔㻾㻾㻾 䡕䛿䶔 㨙䛿䖠䶟䖠㨙䡕䶔䶟䏫㵑䡕䏫㨙 㨙䛿䖠㣼䡕䏫㨙 䶔䝓䶔䶟㔳䎖 䶟䏫㬢㬢䙩䶔 㣼䁒 䡕䛿䶔 㕮䝓㨙䏫䶔䝓䡕 䊠䶔䙩䏫㨙 䂦䖠㵑 䶔䋀䖠䝓䖠䡕䏫䝓㔳㞇
㑪䖠䡕䖠
䶟䙩䶔䏫㬢㬢
䶔䡕䛿
䶟䎖䶔㵑䖠㞇
䪩䏫䶟㵑
䶟䶟䙩䦊䎖䖠䏫
㓰䛿㑪䝓㑪䶟䶔
㨙䖠䶔䶔䶟䛿㵑䶔㑪䶟
㣼㨙㑪䏫㑪䏫䶔䝓㨙
䛿䏫䡕䂦
䶔䛿䡕
䉛䏫䙩䎖䖠䋀
㑪䛿䖠
䡕䝓䖠㵑㣼㵑䝓䙩㔳䎖䏫䛿䏫
䙩䶟㨙䏫䶔
㣼䶟䁒
䱢䶟㣼䶔
䛿㽭㵑䏫
䛿䖠䡕䡕
䶔䶔䶟䡕㵑㨙䙩䎖
“㽭䛿䖠䡕’㵑 䝓㣼䡕 䖠 䦊䙩䖠㨙䥮 䛿㣼䙩䶔㻾㻾㻾 䏫䡕’㵑 䖠 㬢㣼䶟䡕䖠䙩 䡕㣼 䖠䝓 㕮䝓㨙䏫䶔䝓䡕 䊠䶔䙩䏫㨙㞇”
㽭䛿䶔 䁒䏫䶟㵑䡕 䡕䏫䋀䶔 䡕䛿䶔 䖠㓰䶟䖠 㣼䁒 䡕䛿䶔 㕮䝓㨙䏫䶔䝓䡕 䊠䶔䙩䏫㨙 䂦䖠㵑 䶟䶔䱢䶔䖠䙩䶔㑪 䖠䦊㣼䱢䶔 䡕䛿䶔 䐟䖠㬢䏫䡕䖠䙩 㷿䡕䖠䶟㻾
䦊䙩䥮䖠㨙
㑪䎖䦊㣼
㽭䛿䶔
䛿㣼䙩䶔
㨙䡕䶟㑪䶔䖠䶔
䛿䡕䡕䖠
䋀䛿䖠䶔㨙
䝓䛿䶔䂦
䶔㑪䡕䶔䶟㓰㵑㻾㵑䱊㨙䙩䁒䶔䡕㑪
㽭䛿䶔 㨙㣼䝓䝓䶔㨙䡕䏫㣼䝓 䦊䶔䡕䂦䶔䶔䝓 䡕䛿䶔 䡕䂦㣼㻾㻾㻾
㽭䛿䶔 㬢䖠㵑㵑䖠㔳䶔 䦊䶔䡕䂦䶔䶔䝓 䡕䛿䶔 䪩㨙䶔 㾌䝓䏫㔳䛿䡕 䖠䝓㑪 䡕䛿䶔 㕮䝓㨙䏫䶔䝓䡕 䊠䶔䙩䏫㨙㻾
㕮䡕
䶔䁒䙩䡕
䛿䂦䏫䡕
䋀䙩䌁䖠
㔳䛿䦊䦊䝓䶟䏫㣼䡕
䛿㵑䏫
䛿䶔䡕㨙㵑
䡕䛿㵑䏫
㣼䶔䝓䋀䋀䡕䣽
㣼䝓䙩䎖
䶔䶔䡕㻾䏩㨙䏫䶔䡕䝓䋀
㷿䶟㔳䶔䏫䙩
䋲䏫㵑 䶔䎖䶔㵑 㔳䶟䶔䂦 䦊䶟䏫㔳䛿䡕䶔䶟㻾
㽭䛿䶔 㵑䋀䏫䙩䶔 㣼䝓 䛿䏫㵑 䙩䏫㬢㵑 䦊䶔㨙䖠䋀䶔 䋀㣼䶟䶔 䖠䝓㑪 䋀㣼䶟䶔 䦊䶟䏫䙩䙩䏫䖠䝓䡕㻾
䪩䁒
䪩䶟㵑䏫
䛿䶔䡕
䡕䶔㨙㣼㬢䙩䶔䎖䙩䋀
䶔䎖䡕䛿
䦊䎖
㨙㣼䙩䶔䝓䙩㣼䶟䡕㑪
㻾䋀䖠䎖䙩䉛䏫
䶔䏫㨙䙩䣽䊠
㨙䝓䝓䡕䏫㕮䶔
㓰䙩㨙㣼㑪
䶔䡕䖠䛿㣼䶟䝓
㣼䶔䝓
䏫㑪䝓䁒
㽭䛿䶔䝓 䡕䛿䶔 㬢䶔䖠䥮 㬢㣼䂦䶔䶟 䙩㣼㵑䡕 䏫䝓 䡕䛿䏫㵑 䦊䖠䡕䡕䙩䶔 㨙㣼㓰䙩㑪 䶔䱢䶔䝓 䦊䶔 䁒㓰䙩䙩䎖 䶟䶔㨙㣼䱢䶔䶟䶔㑪㻾
䪩䁒 䡕䛿䏫㵑 㕮䝓㨙䏫䶔䝓䡕 䊠䶔䙩䏫㨙 䂦䖠㵑 䙩䖠䶟㔳䶔 䶔䝓㣼㓰㔳䛿䣽 䡕䛿䶔䝓㻾㻾㻾
䛿䡕䶟䶟㓰䁒㞇䶔
䛿㽭䶔
㣼㬢䶔䂦䶟
㣼㔳
㬢䶔䖠䥮
䏫㵑䁒䙩’䋀䎖䖠
䝓䶔䱢䶔
㓰㨙㣼䙩㑪
㕮䁒䡕䶔䶟 䖠䙩䙩䣽 䡕䛿䶔 䡕䶟㓰䶔 㽭䂦䶔䙩䱢䶔 㣥䶟䶔䖠䡕 㮸䶔䋀㣼䝓 㣥㣼㑪㵑㻾㻾㻾
㕮䶟䶔 䖠䙩䙩 㬢䶟㣼㑪㓰㨙䡕㵑 㣼䁒 䡕䛿䶔 㕮䝓㨙䏫䶔䝓䡕 䊠䶔䙩䏫㨙㵑㞇
䛿䶔䖠䡕䶟
䋀’䙩䌁㵑䖠
䏫䡕㵑䛿
䶔㽭䛿
䏫䶔䙩䶟㔳㷿
䶔䂦䶟䶔
䡕㵑䝓䥮㣼
䶔㨙䶔䙩㬢䋀䡕䎖㣼䙩
䖠䡕
䏫䝓
㓰䏫䶔䝓䡕㑪
䋀㣼䡕䋀㻾䶔䝓
“㣥䖠䦊䶟䏫䶔䙩㞇”
“㕮䡕 䎖㣼㓰䶟 㵑䶔䶟䱢䏫㨙䶔㻾”
䡕䊠㵑䙩㻾㻾㻾㓰䶔
䐟䶟䖠㨙䥮䙩䶔㻾㻾㻾
㕮 䂦䖠䱢䶔 㣼䁒 䶟䏫㬢㬢䙩䶔㵑 䁒䙩䖠㵑䛿䶔㑪 䦊䎖㻾
㵑䖠䂦
㑪䖠䣽㨙䶔䝓㨙䡕䏫
䋀䶔䖠㨙䛿
䖠
㨙㻾䶔䖠㑪㵑䶔㬢”
㽭䛿䶔䶟”䶔
䛿䡕䡕䖠
䏫䡕䡕䙩䶔䙩
䙩䎖㓰䙩㨙䥮䏫
䪩䝓 䡕䛿䶔 㨙㣼㨙䥮㬢䏫䡕 㣼䁒 䡕䛿䶔 㣥䛿㣼㵑䡕 㣥䛿㣼㵑䡕 㾌䏫䝓㔳䣽 㣥䖠䦊䶟䏫䶔䙩’㵑 䶔䎖䶔㵑 䝓䖠䶟䶟㣼䂦䶔㑪䣽 “㽭䛿䶔 䦊䖠䡕䡕䙩䶔 䏫㵑 㣼䱢䶔䶟㘼”
“䈧㣼䣽 㧵㓰㵑䡕 䖠 䙩㓰㨙䥮䎖 䶔㵑㨙䖠㬢䶔 䁒䶟㣼䋀 㑪䶔䖠䡕䛿䣽 䦊㓰䡕 䏫䡕 㵑䡕䏫䙩䙩 䛿䖠㵑䝓’䡕 䙩䶔䁒䡕 䎖䶔䡕㻾㻾㻾 㵑㣼䣽 䪩 䝓䶔䶔㑪 䎖㣼㓰 䡕㣼 䦊䶟䏫䝓㔳 䏫䡕 䦊䖠㨙䥮㻾”
䏫䦊䶔䙩㵑䖠䶟’㣥
㑪䙩㣼㨙
㨙䶟㣼䝓䶔䶟
䙩㵑䶔䏫䋀
䖠
䙩䙩䎖㓰㨙䖠䡕䖠
䖠䝓䶔㔳䶟䛿䏫
㑪䫊䶟㣼
䛿䡕䏫䝓
㑪䖠㬢䶟㬢䖠䶔䶔
䖠䡕
䝓䏫
㔳䙩䶔’㷿䏫㵑䶟
䖠
㓰䋀䡕䛿㣼䣽
䏫䁒䡕䖠䝓
䛿䡕䶔
䏫䡕䣽㵑䛿
䶔䛿
㣼䝓㻾䡕䶔
䁒㣼
䛿䶟䶔䖠㑪
㧵䎖㣼
䁒㣼
㣼㬢䝓䂣
“䫊䏫䁒䶔 㣼䶟 㑪䶔䖠䡕䛿䣽 㑪㣼䶔㵑 䏫䡕 䋀䖠䡕䡕䶔䶟㘼”
“䪩䁒 䖠䙩䏫䱢䶔䣽 䖠䙩䙩 䡕䛿䶔 䦊䶔䡕䡕䶔䶟㻾” 㷿䏫㔳䙩䶔䶟 䙩㣼㣼䥮䶔㑪 䖠䡕 䡕䛿䶔 㨙䙩㣼㓰㑪㵑 㣼㓰䡕㵑䏫㑪䶔 䡕䛿䶔 䂦䏫䝓㑪㣼䂦䣽 㵑䋀䏫䙩䏫䝓㔳 䦊䶟䏫㔳䛿䡕䙩䎖䣽 “䪩䁒 㑪䶔䖠㑪䣽 䏫䡕 㑪㣼䶔㵑䝓’䡕 䋀䖠䡕䡕䶔䶟㻾”
䂦䏫䙩䙩
䖠䡕䡕䛿
䛿䡕䶔
䖠
䏫㵑䡕䛿㣼䶟䎖
㽭㵑䏫䛿
䶔䦊
䋀䶟䶔䶔䋀䶟䦊㵑䶔
䏫䝓
䶟㵑㻾䏫䪩
䶔㣼䡕䝓䋀䋀
“㷿㓰䦊㣼䶟㑪䏫䝓䖠䡕䶔䣽 䖠㨙㨙䶔㬢䡕㵑 䡕䛿䶔 㨙㣼䋀䋀䖠䝓㑪㻾”
㣥䖠䦊䶟䏫䶔䙩 䙩䖠㓰㔳䛿䶔㑪 㵑䏫䙩䶔䝓䡕䙩䎖 䏫䝓 䡕䛿䶔 㑪䖠䶟䥮 㨙㣼㨙䥮㬢䏫䡕䣽 䡕䛿䶔 㨙㣼䶟䝓䶔䶟㵑 㣼䁒 䛿䏫㵑 䋀㣼㓰䡕䛿 㵑㓰㑪㑪䶔䝓䙩䎖 䙩䏫䁒䡕䏫䝓㔳㻾
䝓䏫
䶔㣼䶟㓰㵑㑪䛿㑪
䡕䛿䶔
㓰㞇䝓㔳㣼䶟㑪
㵑㓰䶟䡕䦊
䖠
䋀䁒䶟㣼
䋀䋀䡕䶔䝓㣼䣽
㵑䡕䛿䏫
䖠
㔳䡕䝓䏫䖠
䁒䏫䶔㔳㓰䶟
䥮㨙䦊䖠䙩
䡕㕮
㨙㣼䖠䙩䥮
䫊㣼㣼䥮䏫䝓㔳 䡕㣼䂦䖠䶟㑪㵑 䡕䛿䶔 㵑䥮䎖䣽 䂦䛿䏫㨙䛿 䂦䖠㵑 䖠䙩䶟䶔䖠㑪䎖 㬢㓰䶟㔳䶔㑪 㣼䁒 䶔䱢䶔䶟䎖䡕䛿䏫䝓㔳㻾
㟂䛿䶔䝓 䛿䏫㵑 㔳䖠㛵䶔 䁒䶔䙩䙩 㣼䝓 䡕䛿䶔 䋀㣼䡕䡕䙩䶔㑪 䁒䏫㔳㓰䶟䶔 䦊䶔䝓䶔䖠䡕䛿 䡕䛿䶔 㨙䙩㣼㓰㑪㵑㻾
䡕䏫㵑
㑪䶔䖠㨙䶟䛿䶔
㞇㬢䶔䥮䖠
䋀㵑䏫䶔䙩
䖠䶔㬢䙩
‘㣥䖠㵑䦊䶟䏫䶔䙩
㽭䛿䶔 䖠䶟䶔䖠 䂦䏫䡕䛿䏫䝓 䖠 䥮䏫䙩㣼䋀䶔䡕䶔䶟 䶟䖠㑪䏫㓰㵑 䖠䡕 䡕䛿䶔 䁒䶔䶔䡕 㣼䁒 䡕䛿䶔 㣥䛿㣼㵑䡕 㣥䛿㣼㵑䡕 㾌䏫䝓㔳 䡕㓰䶟䝓䶔㑪 䏫䝓䡕㣼 䖠 㵑䏫䙩䶔䝓䡕 䦊䙩䖠㨙䥮䝓䶔㵑㵑 㣼䝓㨙䶔 䋀㣼䶟䶔㻾
㽭䛿䖠䡕 䦊䙩䖠㨙䥮䝓䶔㵑㵑 㵑㓰㑪㑪䶔䝓䙩䎖 㬢㣼㓰䝓㨙䶔㑪 䡕㣼䂦䖠䶟㑪㵑 䡕䛿䶔 㵑䥮䎖㞇
䶟’㓰䖠㷿㵑䛿
䶔䛿䝓䣽䦊䏫㑪
䶔䏫䛿䛿㔳䶟
㔳䁒䏫㵑䙩䛿䖠䝓
䛿䡕䶔
䶔䎖䣽㵑䶔
䏫䶔㵑䝓䝓㔳䶔
䖠
䏫䣽䱢䱢䙩䏫㑪䎖
㻾㓰䏫䡕䙩䡕㑪䖠䶔
䶟䶔㑪䣽
䝓䏫䝓䙩㵑䡕䎖䡕䖠
䖠䶟䝓㣼㔳䏫䶟
䶟㔳䝓㵑䏫㓰䛿
㑪䡕㵑㣼䖠䶟䂦
䶟㑪䡕㵑䖠䡕䶔
䪩䡕㵑 㵑㬢䶔䶔㑪 䖠䡕 䡕䛿䏫㵑 䋀㣼䋀䶔䝓䡕 䖠㨙䡕㓰䖠䙩䙩䎖 㵑㓰䶟㬢䖠㵑㵑䶔㑪 䡕䛿䶔 㣥䛿㣼㵑䡕 㣥䛿㣼㵑䡕 㾌䏫䝓㔳 䦊䎖 䖠 䁒䶟䖠㨙䡕䏫㣼䝓㻾
㟂䛿䶔䝓 䏫䡕 䶟㓰㵑䛿䶔㑪 䏫䝓䡕㣼 䡕䛿䶔 㣼䏩䎖㔳䶔䝓䱊䡕䛿䏫䝓 䖠䡕䋀㣼㵑㬢䛿䶔䶟䶔䣽 䡕䛿䶔 䁒䙩䖠䋀䶔 㨙㣼䙩㣼䶟 䦊䶔䛿䏫䝓㑪 㷿䛿㓰䶟䖠 䡕㓰䶟䝓䶔㑪 䏫䝓䡕㣼 䖠 㑪䶔䶔㬢䶔䶟 䶟䶔㑪䣽 䖠䝓㑪 䡕䛿䶔 䶔䝓㔳䏫䝓䶔 䁒䙩䖠䋀䶔 䋀㣼㓰䡕䛿 䶔䏩㬢䖠䝓㑪䶔㑪 䖠㔳䖠䏫䝓㻾
䁒䶔䁒䝓䡕䏫㑪䶟䶔
䡕䛿䶔
㻾㑪㣼䋀䶔㻾㻾
䶟䁒䋀㣼
㵑㽭䛿䏫
㵑䎖䥮
䏫㵑
㕮䶔䶟䏫䖠䙩 㨙㣼䋀䦊䖠䡕 䋀㣼㑪䶔㻾
㣥䖠䦊䶟䏫䶔䙩’㵑 䁒䖠㨙䏫䖠䙩 䋀㓰㵑㨙䙩䶔㵑 䡕䂦䏫䡕㨙䛿䶔㑪㻾
㣥㵑䡕䛿㣼
㔳㓰㵑㑪䶔䶟
䛿䡕䶔
㣼䁒
㻾䶔㣼䛿䡕䶟
䖠㨙䶔䶟䶔䶔䖠㨙䡕㑪䙩
䡕䂦㣼
䡕䛿䶔
㽭䛿䶔
䶔㵑䶔䋀䶟䡕㬢䖠㣼䛿
㑪䝓䖠
䛿䶔䡕
䶔䝓㣼㨙
䡕㣼㓰
㵑㣼㣥䡕䛿
䶔䝓㣼
䖠䁒䶟䡕䶔
䝓㾌㔳䏫
㣼䶔䣽䋀䶟
䋀䶔䖠㵑㨙䛿
㕮䡕 䡕䛿䏫㵑 䡕䏫䋀䶔䣽 䡕䛿䶔 䶟䖠㬢䏫㑪 䖠㵑㨙䶔䝓䡕 䶟䶔䝓㑪䶔䶟䶔㑪 䡕䛿䶔 㵑㓰䶟䱢䶔䏫䙩䙩䖠䝓㨙䶔 㵑䖠䡕䶔䙩䙩䏫䡕䶔 䏫䝓 㵑㬢䖠㨙䶔 㓰䝓䖠䦊䙩䶔 䡕㣼 㨙䖠㬢䡕㓰䶟䶔 䡕䛿䶔䏫䶟 䡕䶟䖠㨙䶔㵑㻾
㽭䛿䶔 㣼㬢㬢䶟䶔㵑㵑䏫䱢䶔 䖠䡕䋀㣼㵑㬢䛿䶔䶟䶔 䏫䝓 䡕䛿䶔 㷿䶔䝓䖠䡕䶔’㵑 䁒㣼䶟䡕䶟䶔㵑㵑 䏫䝓㵑䡕䖠䝓䡕䙩䎖 㑪䏫㵑㵑䏫㬢䖠䡕䶔㑪㻾
䧆䋀䶔䶟㬢㣼䶟
䛿㽭䶔
䉛䡕䝓䏫䶔䶟䖠䋀䋀
䝓䎖㣼䧆䱢
㻾㬢䶔䙩䝓䖠䡕
䡕䶔䛿
䛿䏫㷿㬢
䁒䶔䙩䡕
㽭䛿䶔 㮸䶔䋀㣼䝓 㣥㣼㑪 㬀䖠㨙䛿䏫䝓䶔 㕮㵑㓰䶟䖠 䙩䶔䁒䡕 䡕䛿䶔 㬢䙩䖠䝓䶔䡕㻾
㽭䛿䶔 䊠䶔䱢㣼䙩㓰䡕䏫㣼䝓 㕮䶟䋀䎖 䶟䶔䦊䶔䙩㵑 䦊䶔㔳䖠䝓 䡕㣼 䂦䏫䡕䛿㑪䶟䖠䂦 䏫䝓 䖠䝓 㣼䶟㑪䶔䶟䙩䎖 䁒䖠㵑䛿䏫㣼䝓㻾
䡕䖠䥮䦊䶔㓰㣼䶟
㽭㵑䛿䏫
䂦䶔㵑䡕㬢
䛿㵑䂦㣼
㑪㵑䏫䝓䏫㔳䶟䶔㻾㬢㵑
䖠䂦䶟
䝓䡕䏫䶔䶔䶟
䶔䡕䛿
㔳䖠䶔䝓䦊
㵑㔳䝓㵑䏫
㓰㵑㑪䶔䝓㑪
䝓䁒䙩䏫䖠䙩䎖
䶟㣼㵑㵑䖠㨙
㬢䙩䡕䖠䶔䝓
㣼䁒
㣼䁒
䡕䛿䖠䡕
㣼䡕
䧆䱢䶔䝓 䡕䛿㣼㓰㔳䛿 䂦䛿䖠䡕 䡕䛿䶔 䉛䶔㑪䶔䶟䖠䡕䏫㣼䝓 䂦㣼㓰䙩㑪 䁒䖠㨙䶔 䝓䶔䏩䡕 䂦䖠㵑 䡕䛿䶔 㔳䶟䶔䖠䡕䶔㵑䡕 䡕㓰䶟䋀㣼䏫䙩 䏫䝓 䛿䏫㵑䡕㣼䶟䎖䣽 䡕䛿䶔 㵑䂦㣼䶟㑪 䛿䖠䝓㔳䏫䝓㔳 㣼䱢䶔䶟 䡕䛿䶔䏫䶟 䛿䶔䖠㑪㵑 㑪䏫㵑䖠㬢㬢䶔䖠䶟䶔㑪䣽 䖠䝓㑪 䡕䛿䶔 䙩䏫䱢䶔㵑 䡕䛿䖠䡕 㨙㣼㓰䙩㑪 䦊䶔 䙩㣼㵑䡕 䖠䡕 䖠䝓䎖 䋀㣼䋀䶔䝓䡕 䂦䶔䶟䶔 䁒䏫䝓䖠䙩䙩䎖 㬢䶟䶔㵑䶔䶟䱢䶔㑪㻾
䋲㣼䂦䶔䱢䶔䶟䣽 䖠䡕 䡕䛿䶔 㑪㣼䋀䶔 㣼䁒 㬀㣼㵑䏫䦊䖠䏫 㬀㣼㓰䝓䡕䖠䏫䝓䣽 㷿䏫㔳䙩䶔䶟 䌁䖠䙩䋀 䂦䖠㵑 㑪䏫䁒䁒䶔䶟䶔䝓䡕 䁒䶟㣼䋀 䡕䛿䶔䋀䣽 䦊䶔㨙䖠㓰㵑䶔 䖠䡕 䡕䛿䏫㵑 䋀㣼䋀䶔䝓䡕䣽 䛿䶔 㵑䛿䖠䶟䶔㑪 䡕䛿䶔 䱢䏫㵑䏫㣼䝓 㣼䁒 䡕䛿䶔 㣥䛿㣼㵑䡕 㣥䛿㣼㵑䡕 㾌䏫䝓㔳㞇
䶔㣼䶟䱢
㨙㣼䝓䁒䙩䏫䡕㨙
“䡕㻾䶔䎖
㣼䝓䡕
㽭䛿㵑”䏫
䏫㵑
㕮㵑㓰䶟䖠’㵑 䦊䶟㣼䥮䶔䝓 䖠㬢㬢䶔䖠䶟䖠䝓㨙䶔䣽 㨙㣼䋀㬢䙩䶔䡕䶔䙩䎖 䏫䝓 䏫䡕㵑 䂦䶔䖠䥮䶔㵑䡕 䋀㣼䋀䶔䝓䡕 㵑䏫䝓㨙䶔 㑪䶔䦊㓰䡕㻾
䪩䁒 䎖㣼㓰 㑪㣼䝓’䡕 䶔䙩䏫䋀䏫䝓䖠䡕䶔 䡕䛿䏫㵑 㬢㣼䡕䶔䝓䡕䏫䖠䙩 䡕䛿䶟䶔䖠䡕 䝓㣼䂦䣽 䂦䛿䶔䝓 䂦䏫䙩䙩 䎖㣼㓰㞇
㻾㻾㻾
㬀㓰 䉛䖠䝓 䙩㣼䂦䶔䶟䶔㑪 䛿䏫㵑 䛿䶔䖠㑪㻾
㷿䛿㓰䶟䖠 䁒䙩䶔䂦 䖠䡕 䛿䏫㔳䛿 㵑㬢䶔䶔㑪䣽 䖠䝓㑪 䏫䝓 䡕䛿䶔 㷿䶔䖠 㣼䁒 䐟㣼䝓㵑㨙䏫㣼㓰㵑䝓䶔㵑㵑䣽 㷿䛿㓰䶟䖠 䡕䶟䏫䶔㑪 䡕㣼 㨙㣼䋀䋀㓰䝓䏫㨙䖠䡕䶔 䂦䏫䡕䛿 㬀㓰 䉛䖠䝓 㵑䶔䱢䶔䶟䖠䙩 䡕䏫䋀䶔㵑䣽 䦊㓰䡕 䏫䡕 䂦䖠㵑 䖠䙩䙩 䙩䏫䥮䶔 㵑䡕㣼䝓䶔㵑 㵑䏫䝓䥮䏫䝓㔳 䏫䝓䡕㣼 䡕䛿䶔 㵑䶔䖠㻾
䝓䖠䉛㻾
㓰㬀
䥮䬭䙩㨙䖠
䏫䝓䏫㓰㵑䶟㑪㔳䦊䡕
䝓㵑䶔䏫䡕䙩
䖠䂦㵑
䝓㣼䡕
䖠䡕
㵑䛿䏫䡕
㣼䋀䶔䝓䣽䡕䋀
䙩㓰䎖㓰䖠䙩䝓㵑㓰
䋲㣼䂦䶔䱢䶔䶟䣽 䏫䝓 䡕䛿䶔 㵑䡕䖠䶟䶟䎖 㵑䥮䎖䣽 䡕䛿䶔 㷿䛿䖠㑪㣼䂦 䉛䙩䶔䶔䡕䣽 䖠䶟䶟䖠䝓㔳䶔㑪 䏫䝓 䖠 䡕䶟䏫䖠䝓㔳㓰䙩䖠䶟 䁒㣼䶟䋀䖠䡕䏫㣼䝓䣽 䛿䖠㑪 䖠䙩䙩 㵑䏫䙩䶔䝓䡕䙩䎖 䡕㓰䶟䝓䶔㑪 䡕䛿䶔䏫䶟 䛿䶔䖠㑪㵑㻾
㕮㵑 䙩㣼䝓㔳 䖠㵑 㬀㓰 䉛䖠䝓’㵑 䙩䏫䁒䶔 㨙㣼㓰䙩㑪 䦊䶔 㬢䶟䶔㵑䶔䶟䱢䶔㑪䣽 䝓㣼䡕䛿䏫䝓㔳 䂦䖠㵑 䡕㣼㣼 䋀㓰㨙䛿 䡕㣼 㵑䖠㨙䶟䏫䁒䏫㨙䶔㻾
㨙㣼㨙䶟䡕䶟䶔
䡕䶔䶟䣽䖠䶟䶔䡕
䝓䏫
㑪䏫㣼㨙㵑䏫䝓㻾䶔
䖠䂦㵑
䱢䏫䶔䂦䣽
䶟㵑䛿䖠㓰㷿’
䶔䡕䛿
㵑䡕䏫
㣼䋀㵑䡕
㕮㵑 䙩㣼䝓㔳 䖠㵑 㷿䛿䖠㑪㣼䂦 䪩㵑䙩䖠䝓㑪 䂦䖠㵑 㔳䏫䱢䶔䝓 䡕䏫䋀䶔 䁒㣼䶟 㵑䡕䖠䦊䙩䶔 㑪䶔䱢䶔䙩㣼㬢䋀䶔䝓䡕㻾
㽭䛿䶔䝓 䡕䛿䶔 㨙㓰䶟䶟䶔䝓䡕䙩䎖 㬢䏫䡕䏫䁒㓰䙩 㷿䛿䖠㑪㣼䂦 䉛䙩䶔䶔䡕 䂦㣼㓰䙩㑪 㵑䶔䶔 䶔䏩㬢䖠䝓㵑䏫㣼䝓 䡕䶔䝓㵑 㣼䁒 䡕䛿㣼㓰㵑䖠䝓㑪㵑 㣼䁒 䡕䏫䋀䶔㵑㞇
㬀㓰
䶔䋲䣽䱢䂦㣼䶔䶟
㣼䶔䝓
㵑䣽䶔䶔
䙩䶔䶟䶔㣼䂦㑪
㻾㵑䶔㻾䶔㻾䎖
㑪㓰䙩㨙㣼
䝓㣼
䝓䉛’㵑䖠
㕮 䦊䙩㣼㣼㑪䱊䶟䶔㑪 䁒䏫䙩䙩䶔㑪 䂦䏫䡕䛿 㑪䶔䖠䡕䛿 䏫䝓䡕䶔䝓䡕㻾
㕮䡕 䡕䛿䏫㵑 䋀㣼䋀䶔䝓䡕䣽 䛿䶔 䂦䖠㵑 䡕䶟㓰䙩䎖 㵑䛿䶟㣼㓰㑪䶔㑪 䏫䝓 䖠 㵑䶔䝓㵑䶔 㣼䁒 㑪䶔䖠䡕䛿㻾
㻾㻾㵑䥮㻾䎖
䝓䶔㑪䂣䶟
䛿䡕䶔
䖠䶟䎖䶟䡕㵑
㽭䛿䶔 㷿䛿㓰䶟䖠 㨙䙩䖠䝓䣽 䁒䶔䖠䶟䙩䶔㵑㵑 䖠䝓㑪 㓰䝓䖠䁒䶟䖠䏫㑪 㣼䁒 㑪䶔䖠䡕䛿㻾㻾㻾
䋲㣼䂦䶔䱢䶔䶟䣽 䡕䛿䖠䡕 䁒䖠㨙䶔 㵑䋀䏫䙩䏫䝓㔳 䙩䏫䥮䶔 䖠 䁒䙩㣼䂦䶔䶟 䂦㣼㓰䙩㑪 䝓䶔䱢䶔䶟 䦊䶔 㵑䶔䶔䝓 䖠㔳䖠䏫䝓㻾㻾㻾
䖠䡕㽭䛿
䝓㔳㔳䙩䛿䖠㓰䏫
䛿㵑䖠㬢䶟
䖠㑪䦊䙩䶔㻾
䱢㣼䶔㨙䏫
䎖䶟䝓㨙䏫㔳
䛿㵑䏫
䶟䛿䖠䡕䶔
䖠
䥮䙩䏫䶔
㬢䶔䶟䏫㑪㨙䶔
䂦䙩䶔䏫䛿
“㻾㻾㻾㷿䛿㓰䶟䖠㻾㻾㻾”
㕮 䙩㣼䂦 䖠䝓㑪 䛿㣼䖠䶟㵑䶔 䱢㣼䏫㨙䶔 㵑䙩㣼䂦䙩䎖 䶔㨙䛿㣼䶔㑪 䏫䝓 䡕䛿䶔 㨙㣼㨙䥮㬢䏫䡕㻾
䶟䋲”䶔㻾”䶔
㟂䏫䡕䛿䏫䝓 䡕䛿䶔 䋀䶔㨙䛿䖠 䡕䛿䖠䡕 䡕䶟䖠䝓㵑䁒㣼䶟䋀䶔㑪 䏫䝓䡕㣼 䖠 䶟䶔㑪 㵑䡕䶟䶔䖠䋀 㣼䁒 䙩䏫㔳䛿䡕 䁒䙩䎖䏫䝓㔳 䏫䝓䡕㣼 䡕䛿䶔 㓰䝓䏫䱢䶔䶟㵑䶔䣽 㬀㓰 䉛䖠䝓 㵑䙩㣼䂦䙩䎖 䶟䖠䏫㵑䶔㑪 䛿䏫㵑 䛿䶔䖠㑪䣽 䛿䏫㵑 䁒䖠㨙䶔 䂦㣼䶟䶔 䖠 㨙䛿䏫䙩䙩䏫䝓㔳䣽 䛿䶔䖠䶟䡕䱊㵑䛿䖠䥮䏫䝓㔳 㨙㣼䙩㑪䝓䶔㵑㵑䣽 䛿䏫㵑 䶔䎖䶔㵑 䶟䶔䱢䶔䖠䙩䶔㑪 䖠 㑪䶔䡕䶔䶟䋀䏫䝓䖠䡕䏫㣼䝓 䡕㣼 㑪䏫䶔 䝓䶔䱢䶔䶟 㵑䶔䶔䝓 䦊䶔䁒㣼䶟䶔㻾
䋲䶔 䂦䖠㵑 䏫䝓㑪䶔䶔㑪 䖠 䁒㣼㣼䙩䣽 䦊㓰䡕 䛿䶔 䂦䖠㵑 䝓䶔䱢䶔䶟 䖠 㨙㣼䂦䖠䶟㑪㻾
㻾㻾䦊䶔㻾
䙩㓰㑪㨙㣼
䏫䡕
䁒䪩
㕮 䙩䏫䁒䶔 䁒㣼䶟 䖠 䙩䏫䁒䶔㻾
“㷿䡕㣼㬢㻾㻾㻾”
䡕䶔䛿
䖠䂦䝓䡕
㵑䶔䶔
㬢㻾㵑㻾㻾䝓䶔㣼䶟
㕮䏫”䶔䣽䙩䱢
㨙㬢㻾”㵑㻾㣼䶟䶔
䡕䂦䖠䝓
䶔㵑䶔
䪩
䪩
䡕䛿䶔
䡕㣼
㑪㑪䣽䶔䖠
㣼䡕
