27 Chapter 2-0 Dreams

My name is Phoenix Tenma.

I live with my grandparents.

There's no father and no mother, anything. She died in a car accident when I was three.

But I don't remember that, I just remember being with a man and a woman when I was little.

It seems your father's father took me back.

Where my grandfather lives, it's called neglect, and no one's my age. Occasionally a child named Grandson of a villager comes to visit, but only for a few days a year.

The people who live near Grandpa's house are just Grandpa's friends. You are so adorable about me. Amongst them, the grandfathers who live across the street and next door often take care of them.

My grandfather says Phoenix Toru. I am often in the mountains in charge of artillery.

My grandfather in the house next door to my right is named Kennosuke, and I call him Grandpa Kennosuke. He's a slightly tough grandfather who often waves a knife in the garden.

The house next door to the left is inhabited by a grandfather named Shotaro and a grandmother named Tamao. I call him Grandpa chapter and Grandma balls. Grandpa chapter often beats boards and wraps bands around garden trees to pull them off. Grandma Ball cooks delicious food and treats.

Across the street is populated by a grandfather named Genzo, who I would call Genzo. Everybody can be a little wacky.

I get worked up sometimes, but they're very close and they all look at me.

Everyone tells me a lot in their spare time.

Grandpa took Judo,

Grandpa Kendo took Kendo,

Grandpa chapter gave Karate,

Grandpa Yuan teaches me to study and play.

But all four of us are often mad at Grandma Ball for "overdoing it".

I didn't have any friends my age in the village, but when I enrolled in elementary school, I made a friend named 'Takashi' you. But it takes nearly an hour to drive to school, so you can't play a lot unless it's a day off.

We didn't have many friends at school, but we all played as much as we wanted during the holidays, and spent six years of elementary school at home working hard on archery with my grandparents.

And as soon as I got into middle school, I had a problem.

Even if it's a problem, it's just a fight from me. I have about ten opponents against one of them.

The reason is that a new class guy sifted violence on "Takashi", so I hit him.

Then the guy who said his brother or something and his people made fun of me sank them all, but they got hurt by mistake.

Then those parents came into school and it got noisy, apparently because they were off school that day and they were eating preaching to their grandfathers.

Well, the parents came to apologize to the house because they didn't know that their kids were surrounding one of the freshmen in large numbers and trying to get him to lynch them, but if I tried to be a grandfather, it would seem that I was wrong about my grandfather's apprentice.

That's what I heard at the time, actually, my grandparents seem pretty celebrities in that muscle.

Grandpa was a combination of judo and jujitsu and aikido, Grandpa Kendo and swordsmanship and bars, and Grandpa Zhang taught me karate, boxing and other striking systems, and that I was normal to win at the junior high school level.

They got stronger with a single heart that was also a rivalry and didn't want to lose to the other two.

I heard that. I wondered what kind of comic book world I was in.

By the way, Grandpa Yuan didn't seem to have any martial arts talent, and he laughed that he had built his head instead.

That's why psychiatric training was also added to archaeology after that.

The contents include waterfall row, Zazen, scripture, etc. Further, during the holidays, they have been thrown out into the mountains and told to "survive". (Grandma Yu later found out and Fourth Grandpa had been seated in the front seat)

I went through middle school called etc. Besides, he was treated like a superintendent at some point. I couldn't do her or anything.

Since entering high school, I have been busy training and becoming more and more radical in studying to help people in clubs, temporary part-time jobs, and friendships.

The study was not bitter because it was all taught because of the source, but when it came to training, my grandparents were too uptight, and when I went on a long vacation, I occasionally ran "Hundreds of People (Hundreds of Hands)," which I called a group of people up to mess and ground archery, but it seemed easier to say the group of hands.

My grandfathers had spoken to the acquaintance of those muscles, and they had been defiled with a hundred pairs of hands of judo, kendo, and karate.

Well, I thought I should go with '100 consecutive time-limited instruction' because I changed people in a minute, it was just instruction for some of them, and there weren't a hundred of them in the first place.

I had those days of youth, but she still couldn't. Talking to Lung Shi (this guy made her at some point), he said, "I don't have a bad face, good grades, good motor nerves, and I wonder why she's not hot when she can cook. Hahaha," he laughed. I poked my head in the corner of the textbook because it got to me a little bit.

I asked her "Miki" from Lung Shi because Lung Shi was useless and I found out what the unexpected cause was. The cause of this was my grandparents and their acquaintance.

I greet my grandfather's acquaintances (who are tough and strong) once in a while near the school, but the students at the school who saw it were mistaken for me to talk to Ya0za intimately.

Besides, some of the people who were mistaken by Ya0za were lower back, and some of them used salutations and bowed their heads to me, so they heard rumors spread that he was the son of an executive just the grandson of the group leader and that he grew to the wing instead of the tail.

He also applauded the rumors that his grandfathers, other than the source, looked slightly stronger.

I managed to slip into college with recommendations. Lung Shi and Miki were together, but they were usually jealous because they took the exam...... I just thought that Leah was full.

In college, we had a memorial girlfriend and a relationship between a man and a woman, but in about a year, we broke up.

I could have taken a sudden heartbreak trip if I wasn't comforted by the Ryukyus, recessed in boulders. Around the sea of trees in Aokigahara...... by sightseeing though.

They say there are promenades and campsites for sightseeing in Aokigahara.

I also spent more time playing thanks to taking credit efficiently and had quite a full college life.

After graduation, I worked for the village office. It was an easy job as far as I was concerned because the job wasn't that difficult and I just knew people around me.

But three years after I started working, there was a tragedy on my way home the day I went to City Hall at work.

As I was out for lunch and crossing the signal, I saw a car rushing in at a fierce speed.

I stopped to notice it, but the elementary girl next door jumped out unaware.

While I could hear the cration of the car, the screams around me, my body was unconsciously pushing the girl to the opposite lane, and as a result, my consciousness interrupts once there.

The next time I noticed it, it was floating on my beak during my own funeral.

People in mourning are gathered crying. There was also Lung Shi and Miki, they were engaged and crying with each other's shoulders hugged. My colleagues' predecessors cried to my other student-age friends.

When I looked for the grandfathers, the middle-aged couple had their heads firmly bowed in front of them. I have that girl by my side. The couple had repeatedly apologized to Grandpa, but Grandpa had stopped pushing it.

Grandpa said it wasn't bad for a girl, but I just didn't have any luck until I did the obvious.

The couple and the girl left with a roasted incense. The girl was thanking me for the incense.

As far as I'm concerned, I was more shocked to see my grandfathers grieving than dead, so when I was wondering what was going on,

"Phoenix, I'm here to scout you"

and was called from behind.

I felt thin, but this is a dream, and I realize I'm dreaming about my previous life.

When you're so sure, the neighborhood gets white,

And I hear men in the voices of women who give me up.

From nearby, the voice of the woman, a little further away, the voice of the man.

It's Mother Shelia holding me and speaking up, Father Ricardo peering in a little reluctantly to speak up.

Oh, I'm happy.

It feels that way but gradually the two faces fade away.

And I feel my consciousness surfacing. Looks like the time has come to wake up from a dream.

No matter how happy or sad you feel in this place, it is a dream and not a reality.

I know that, but if I could, just a little more, my consciousness would awaken, hoping that my mother would hold me and my father would keep staring at me.