I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 1959: 1958: The Acacia Cult Strikes, Eyes and Arm
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Capítulo 1959: Chapter 1958: The Acacia Cult Strikes, Eyes and Arm
This is the Withering Meditation Palm.
It is said to be a divine power realized by the Sorrowful Heaven Buddha at the brink of his death.
As a person is about to die, they enter a state of withering meditation.
Xu Zimei’s palm seemed as if it was expertly executed, not like a first-time realization.
His palm encompassed the entire Firmament.
After this palm descended, even the weather changed. The sky suddenly grew overcast, and a light drizzle began to fall.
It was as if Heaven and Earth were mourning, crying in sorrow.
No wonder he’s called the Sorrowful Heaven Buddha.
This palm shocked everyone present, including Song Chang’an, who had just grasped a realization.
He looked incredulous.
He said, “You’re cheating. Did you already comprehend this divine power and came to deliberately make a bet with me?”
“Who do you think you are, to need me to trick you?” Xu Zimei retorted.
“You provoked me first, and now you want to welch on the bet?
The All-Heaven Academy is just like that.”
“Who said I’m backing out?” Song Chang’an snorted coldly.
“It’s just running a lap naked, what’s so impressive about that?”
As he spoke, he was about to remove his clothes.
Other students from the All-Heaven Academy started panicking.
This matter, if considered small, would leave Song Chang’an with no face to show himself later.
If considered big, it might even affect the reputation of the All-Heaven Academy.
“Fellow cultivator, it’s better to prevent enemies than create them. Why not end this here and propose a new condition? As long as we can do it, we’ll agree to it,” someone suggested.
“That’s right, cultivation resources, or various cultivation techniques and divine powers, we can exchange with you as much as possible.”
“I don’t need it; those who provoke me must pay the price. He should be grateful he’s not betting his life with me,” Xu Zimei said lightly.
Upon hearing this, several people narrowed their eyes.
“Mister, you’re slapping the face of our All-Heaven Academy. Even if we let it go, others might come looking for you,” someone began to threaten.
“That’s perfect, I have quite a few enemies. If they all come at once, it’ll save me some trouble,” Xu Zimei replied.
“Enough, stop talking,” Song Chang’an interrupted everyone’s words.
“A real man knows when to act and when not to.
We come naked into this world and leave it unclothed in death.
Running a lap, what does that count for?”
Song Chang’an seemed to have a broad perspective and was preparing to undress.
But then a cold, aged voice interrupted.
“Get back here, you disgraceful thing.”
Everyone was startled, seeing an old man approaching from afar.
The old man’s steps were ghostly; from a far distance, he arrived near everyone in just one step, spanning Heaven Edge.
“Teacher Cheng,” upon seeing the old man appear, several All-Heaven Academy students turned pale.
Even Song Chang’an lowered his head, not daring to speak.
“Teacher…I…”
“What are you saying,” the old man cut him off, looking at Xu Zimei.
“A teacher’s negligence in teaching is my fault. If there is any issue, it is my teaching that failed.
If you have any instruction, direct it at me today.”
“Instruction is too much praise, but the bet was his proposal. Now you don’t want to abide by it?” Xu Zimei responded.
“Just undressing, my student is still young. Let me be the one to replace him,” the old man said.
Several people tried to speak, but were silenced instantly with a glare from the old man.
Xu Zimei narrowed his eyes.
At that moment, a roar interrupted.
Someone directly stepped into the void, crossed over the Inner City walls, and charged towards Xu Zimei’s location.
Understandably, in Victory City, aerial movement is forbidden.
Ordinary people daring to step into the void would be shot dead directly.
Yet those stepping into the void were undeterred.
This group surrounded Xu Zimei.
One of them pulled out a portrait, exactly depicting Xu Zimei.
“Are you the one who killed Young Master Yin-Yang?” the leading one asked gravely.
“Are you from the Acacia cult?” Xu Zimei inquired.
“Daring to kill Young Master Yin-Yang, now you’ll die with him,” said the leading one.
With a wave of his hand, the group pressed forward.
“Soon return to bliss, Acacia for all beings.”
This group chanted.
Each held a red string.
When the strings connected, these people’s aura shifted subtly.
Neither male nor female, neither Yin nor Yang.
Seeing this, the old man from the Academy changed face.
He quickly instructed the students, “Step back, don’t touch the red string.
Or you’ll be drained for dual cultivation.”
The people of the Acacia cult are lunatics, even described as perverts.
They regard union as the paramount matter of the world.
Whether male and female or same-sex union.
It is heralded as the most important matter.
The cult’s doctrine and intent are as such.
Once touched by the red string, it’s troublesome.
When these strings bound towards him, Xu Zimei’s Tyrant Shadow Flame rose.
Directly cleaving through the strings.
The strings were effortlessly cut through, and the Acacia cult seemed puzzled.
They hadn’t anticipated Xu Zimei’s strength would be this formidable.
“With such meager strength, you dare seek vengeance?”
Xu Zimei shook his head.
He stretched out his right hand, letting buddha light surge forth.
Withering Meditation Palm exploded directly.
The powerful divine palm struck like dragon and sea, unleashing mighty buddha light.
Enveloping all members of the Acacia cult within.
The rumbling sounded.
The bodies were buried instantly, nothing left behind.
…
After the massacre, an arm suddenly stretched out from the void.
The arm was bronze-hued, incredibly sturdy.
With eyes covering the entire arm.
Countless eyes staring can make one’s scalp tingle.
Xu Zimei looked up.
This didn’t seem to be the Acacia cult, but those dealing with Emperor Lu’s legacy.
Indeed, a majestic voice sounded.
The arm halted before Xu Zimei.
“Surrender Emperor Lu’s legacy, and live.”
The arm emitted an imposing pressure, at least a Dao Fruit Powerhouse.
It seemed many watched Xu Zimei.
Watched the inheritance.
But no one acted, all were observing.
Now the Acacia cult inadvertently acted first, stirring some hidden forces.
Xu Zimei ignored the words.
He slashed out with the Tyrant Shadow.
Tyrant Shadow rent apart layers of Firmament, striking down upon the arm.
Countless eyes on the arm exploded forth a myriad of lights, attempting to blow away the Tyrant Shadow.
After a brief standoff between energies.
Ultimately, Xu Zimei triumphed, severing the arm.
Without connection to the true form, the arm turned into a wisp of green smoke, vanishing.
Seeing Xu Zimei’s prowess, the one behind hesitated, intending to tear open the depths of Firmament to retreat first.
“‘䛛䤑䤛
䤑䍞
擄
擄
“䤑䙔㑠䉋㨥䋩䩎䍞䵚䋩䩎䉋
虜
盧
蘆
爐
䍞䒡䤑
蘆
㴕䌸
盧
老
爐
䤛㥬䙔㨥
䈷䩎 㢨䍞䍞䲕䩎㥬 䤑䍞㝆㨥䋩㥬䤛 䤑㹡䩎 㞍䰫䤛䤑䩎䋩䙔䍞䌸䤛 䩎䇉䙔䤛䤑䩎䒡䉋䩎 㹡䙔㥬㥬䩎䒡 䙔䒡 䤑㹡䩎 䬂䍞䙔㥬㐹
㘂㹡䩎 㘂䰫䋩㨥䒡䤑 㟶㹡㨥㥬䍞㝆 㤤㢨㨥㥬䩎 䙔䒡 㹡䙔䤛 㹡㨥䒡㥬 㵿䋩䩎㝆 䤛㹡㨥䋩㑠䩎䋩䵚 䉋㢨䩎㨥䬂䙔䒡㵿 䤑㹡䋩䍞䌸㵿㹡 㹡䩎㨥䬂䩎䒡 㨥䒡㥬 䩎㨥䋩䤑㹡䵚 䤛㝆䩎䩎㑠䙔䒡㵿 㨥䉋䋩䍞䤛䤛 䩎䬂䩎䋩䰫䍞䒡䩎’䤛 䬂䙔䤛䙔䍞䒡㐹
䙔䤑䒡䍞
䓋䙔
䩎䉋㐹䒡䩎䤑䤛䙔䇉䩎
䬂䍞䙔㥬
㹡䩎㘂
㨥䤑䤑㹡
㹡䤑䩎
㝆㹡䙔䤑
㟶䍞䍞䒡䵚 㨥 䤛䉋䋩䩎㨥㞍 䩎䉋㹡䍞䩎㥬 㟉䋩䍞㞍 㝆䙔䤑㹡䙔䒡 䤑㹡䩎 䬂䍞䙔㥬㐹
㘂㹡䩎䒡 䩎䬂䩎䋩䰫䤑㹡䙔䒡㵿 㟉䩎㢨㢨 䤛䙔㢨䩎䒡䤑㐹
䍞䒡
㟉䍞
㹡䤑䩎
䒡䌸䬂䤛㵿䙔䩎䋩䰫
㹡䙔䤛
䩎䤑㹡
㴕䌸
䤑䬂䤛㨥
㞄䙔䤑㹡 㨥䒡 䙔㞍㑠䍞䤛䙔䒡㵿 䤑䍞䒡䩎䵚 㹡䩎 㥬䩎䉋㢨㨥䋩䩎㥬䵚 “䛛 䲕䒡䍞㝆 㞍㨥䒡䰫 㑠䩎䍞㑠㢨䩎 㹡㨥䬂䩎 䤑㹡䩎䙔䋩 䩎䰫䩎䤛 䍞䒡 䤑㹡䩎 䙔䒡㹡䩎䋩䙔䤑㨥䒡䉋䩎 䛛 㹡䍞㢨㥬㐹
䛛㟉 䰫䍞䌸 㝆㨥䒡䤑 䙔䤑䵚 䉋䍞㞍䩎 䍞䌸䤑䵚 㨥㢨㢨 䍞㟉 䰫䍞䌸㐹
䩎䩎䒡䬂
䤛㴐’䌸
䤑㹡䩎
䙔䉋䒡㨥䋩䙔䩎㹡䤑䒡䩎䀄
㥬䍞
䌸䰫䍞
䕹䬂䩎䒡 䙔㟉 䰫䍞䌸 㵿䍞䤑 䙔䤑䵚 䙔䤑 㝆䍞䌸㢨㥬 㑆䩎 䌸䤛䩎㢨䩎䤛䤛 䤑䍞 䰫䍞䌸㐹”
䈷䙔䤛 㝆䍞䋩㥬䤛 㹡䩎㢨㥬 㨥 㹡䙔䒡䤑 䍞㟉 㑠䋩䍞䬂䍞䉋㨥䤑䙔䍞䒡䵚 㟉䍞䋩 㨥㢨䤑㹡䍞䌸㵿㹡 㨥 㟉㢨䰫 䙔䤛 㝆䩎㨥䲕䵚 䙔䤑 䉋㨥䒡 䤛䤑䙔㢨㢨 㑆䩎 㨥䒡䒡䍞䰫䙔䒡㵿㐹
䩎䙔㢨䲕
㨥䒡㥬
䌸䤛䍞䤛䩎䤑䉋㢨䒡
㤤䌸䤑
䤛㹡㢨䤛䩎䤛㨥㞍䩎
䋩䍞㟉
䩎䩎㝆䋩
㘂㹡䩎䰫 䲕䒡䩎㝆 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 㝆㨥䤛䒡’䤑 㝆䩎㨥䲕䠰 䤑㹡䩎 䩎䇉䙔䤛䤑䩎䒡䉋䩎 㑆䩎㟉䍞䋩䩎 㹡㨥㥬 䤛䌸㟉㟉䩎䋩䩎㥬 㵿䋩䩎㨥䤑㢨䰫㐹
䛛䤑’䤛 㢨䙔䲕䩎㢨䰫 䤑㹡㨥䤑 䒡䍞䒡䩎 䍞㟉 䤑㹡䩎㞍 㝆䍞䌸㢨㥬 㥬㨥䋩䩎 䤑䍞 㞍㨥䲕䩎 㨥 㞍䍞䬂䩎 㟉䍞䋩 㨥 㝆㹡䙔㢨䩎㐹
䤑䍞
䙔㟉䒡㥬
䍞㟉
㨥㹡䤑䤑
㹡䤑䩎
䌸㴕
䍞㢨䰫䒡
䤛㑠㨥䩎㑠㐹㨥䩎㥬㥬䙔䋩
㹡䤑䩎
䉋䩎㨥䋩
㨥㥬㹡
䩎䒡䈷㙉㢨㢨䩎䍴䬂㨥
㟉䍞
㳱䒡㢨䰫 㟶㹡䌸 䳔䌸㹡䩎䒡㵿 㟉䋩䍞㞍 䡴䙔䒡䩎 㟶㝆䍞䋩㥬䤛 㦄䍞䌸䒡䤑㨥䙔䒡 㨥䒡㥬 㴕䙔䒡 㴐㨥䍞㝆䌸 㝆䩎䋩䩎 㹡䙔㥬䙔䒡㵿 䒡䩎㨥䋩㑆䰫㐹
“䋑䋩䙔䩎䒡㥬䵚 䰫䍞䌸䋩 䤛䤑䋩䩎䒡㵿䤑㹡 䙔䤛 䙔㞍㑠䋩䩎䤛䤛䙔䬂䩎䵚” 㟶㹡䌸 䳔䌸㹡䩎䒡㵿 䉋䍞㞍㞍䩎䒡䤑䩎㥬㐹
䩎㑆
䰫㢨䌸䒡䩎䉋䤛㨥䙔䒡䋩䩎䤛
䛛
䛛”
㨥
䍞䤑
䤑䙔㢨㢨䳓”䋩㐹䋩㑆㨥䩎㨥
“䳔䍞䌸 㝆䩎䋩䩎䒡’䤑 㨥 䤑䋩㨥䙔㢨㑆㢨㨥䳓䩎䋩䠰 䰫䍞䌸 䱋䌸䤛䤑 㥬䍞䒡’䤑 㵿䩎䤑 㨥㢨䍞䒡㵿 㝆䙔䤑㹡 䤑㹡䩎 䍴㢨㢨㙉䈷䩎㨥䬂䩎䒡 䍴䉋㨥㥬䩎㞍䰫 㨥䒡㥬 㝆㨥䒡䤑䩎㥬 䤑䍞 䌸䤛䩎 㞍䰫 㹡㨥䒡㥬 䤑䍞 㵿㨥㞍㑆㢨䩎 㝆䙔䤑㹡 䤑㹡䩎㞍䵚 㝆䙔䤑㹡䍞䌸䤑 㹡㨥䬂䙔䒡㵿 㨥䒡䰫䤑㹡䙔䒡㵿 䤑䍞 㥬䍞 㝆䙔䤑㹡 䬂䙔䉋䤑䍞䋩䰫 䍞䋩 㥬䩎㟉䩎㨥䤑䵚” 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 䤛㨥䙔㥬 䉋㨥㢨㞍㢨䰫㐹
䈷䩎 㹡㨥㥬 㨥㢨䋩䩎㨥㥬䰫 䤛䩎䩎䒡 䤑㹡䋩䍞䌸㵿㹡 䙔䤑㐹
㟶㹡䌸
㟉䍞
䌸䤑䍞
㑠䌸
㟉䍞䋩
㟉䍞
㹡䙔㞍
㨥䤑䒡㝆䤛’
䤑䙔
㞄䒡㹡䩎
㨥
䛛䤑 㝆㨥䤛 䤛䙔㞍㑠㢨䰫 㑆䩎䉋㨥䌸䤛䩎 䍞㟉 㹡䙔䤛 䍞㝆䒡 㵿䋩䙔䩎䬂㨥䒡䉋䩎䤛㐹
“䋑䋩䙔䩎䒡㥬䵚 䰫䍞䌸’䋩䩎 䍞䬂䩎䋩䤑㹡䙔䒡䲕䙔䒡㵿 䙔䤑㐹 㦄㨥䰫 䛛 㨥䤛䲕 䰫䍞䌸䋩 䒡㨥㞍䩎䀄” 㟶㹡䌸 䳔䌸㹡䩎䒡㵿 䙔䒡䛐䌸䙔䋩䩎㥬㐹
㨥㟉䋩
㨥䋩䩎
㢨䵚㨥㢨
䤑㹡䩎
㟉䍞
䩎㹡䤑
䒡㨥㥬
䕹䬂䩎䒡 䤑㹡䩎 㞍䙔㵿㹡䤑䙔䩎䤛䤑 㨥䋩䩎 㟉㨥㞍䍞䌸䤛 䤑㹡䋩䍞䌸㵿㹡䍞䌸䤑 䤑㹡䩎 䡴䙔䒡䩎 䓱䍞㞍㨥䙔䒡䤛㐹
“䛛’䬂䩎 䱋䌸䤛䤑 㨥䋩䋩䙔䬂䩎㥬 䙔䒡 䤑㹡䩎 㛭䍞㑆㑆䩎䋩䰫 䛛㞍㞍䍞䋩䤑㨥㢨 䓱䍞㞍㨥䙔䒡㐹 䳔䍞䌸 㝆䍞䌸㢨㥬䒡’䤑 䲕䒡䍞㝆 㞍䰫 䒡㨥㞍䩎 䩎䬂䩎䒡 䙔㟉 䛛 䤑䍞㢨㥬 䰫䍞䌸䵚” 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 䋩䩎㑠㢨䙔䩎㥬㐹
䩎㹡
㨥
䒡䤑㥬㥬’䙔
㹡䤛䙔
㘂㹡䤛䙔
䩎㹡䤑
䤑䤑㹡㨥
䤑䩎䙔㥬䉋䒡䙔㨥㥬
㨥㝆䒡䤑
㨥䤛䍞㢨
㨥䒡䤑㝆’䤛
䍞㟉
䍞䤑
㥬㨥䒡
䍴㟉䤑䩎䋩 㨥㢨㢨䵚 䤑㹡䩎 䒡㨥㞍䩎 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 㹡㨥㥬 㨥㢨䋩䩎㨥㥬䰫 㑆䩎䩎䒡 㑆㢨㨥䉋䲕㢨䙔䤛䤑䩎㥬 㑆䰫 䤑㹡䩎 䈷䩎㨥䬂䩎䒡㢨䰫 䓱㨥䍞 㨥䒡㥬 䤑㹡䩎 䈷䍞㢨䰫 㘔䍞䌸䋩䤑㐹
㘂㹡䩎 㝆䙔㥬䩎䋩 䤑㹡䩎 䤛㑠䋩䩎㨥㥬䵚 䤑㹡䩎 㞍䍞䋩䩎 䙔䤑 䉋㨥䌸䤛䩎㥬 㨥㑠㑠䋩䩎㹡䩎䒡䤛䙔䍞䒡㐹
㝆㨥䤛
䵚䩎㘔㹡䩎䒡㨥㢨㵿㢨
䒡㨥㥬
䙔䉋䙔㑆䤑䬂䒡㢨䒡䰫䙔䙔䙔
㨥䋩㑠䤑
㑠䋩䩎㑠㵿㨥䋩䙔䒡
䤛䩎䉋䋩䙔䍞䒡䤑㥬䙔
䋩㟉䍞
㨥
㟉䍞
䤑㹡䩎
㦄㨥䲕䙔䒡㵿 㨥 䤛㞍㨥㢨㢨 㟉䌸䤛䤛 㝆㨥䤛 㟉䙔䒡䩎䵚 㑆䌸䤑 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 㥬䙔㥬䒡’䤑 㝆㨥䒡䤑 㹡䙔䤛 䒡㨥㞍䩎 䤑䍞 䤛㑠䋩䩎㨥㥬 㨥䉋䋩䍞䤛䤛 䤑㹡䩎 䩎䒡䤑䙔䋩䩎 㛭䍞㑆㑆䩎䋩䰫 䛛㞍㞍䍞䋩䤑㨥㢨 䓱䍞㞍㨥䙔䒡㐹
“䛛䤑 䤛䩎䩎㞍䤛 㟉䋩䙔䩎䒡㥬 㥬䍞䩎䤛䒡’䤑 㝆㨥䒡䤑 䤑䍞 䩎䒡㵿㨥㵿䩎 㝆䙔䤑㹡 㞍䩎䵚 䤛䍞 䛛 㝆䍞䒡’䤑 㥬䙔䤛䤑䌸䋩㑆 䰫䍞䌸䵚” 㟶㹡䌸 䳔䌸㹡䩎䒡㵿 䤛㨥䙔㥬 䤑㨥䉋䤑㟉䌸㢨㢨䰫㐹
䩎䈷
䤑䩎㹡
䍞’䩎䌸䰫䋩
䛛”㟉
䰫䌸䍞
䌸䋩䍞
䩎䒡䡴䙔
䤑䍞
䙔䒡䌸䍞㦄”䤑㐹䒡㨥
㥬䒡㨥
㹡㨥䩎䬂
䍴㟉䤑䩎䋩 㟶㹡䌸 䳔䌸㹡䩎䒡㵿 㢨䩎㟉䤑䵚 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 㑆䩎䉋䲕䍞䒡䩎㥬 㴕䙔䒡 㴐㨥䍞㝆䌸 䍞䬂䩎䋩㐹
“㘔䍞䒡䤑䙔䒡䌸䩎 㢨䩎㨥㥬䙔䒡㵿 䤑㹡䩎 㝆㨥䰫㽂”
䵚䤛䳔䩎”
㞍䰫
“䍞㢨䋩䵚㥬
䩎䒡㵿䵚㹡䋩䤑䤑䤛
䙔䒡㴕
䩎䙔䱁’䙔㞍䤛
㴕䌸
㨥㴐䤛’䌸䍞㝆
䤛㝆㨥
䉋䩎䤛䤑䌸䩎㟉㑠㢨䋩㐹
䩎䙔㝆䩎䤑䤛㥬䒡䤛
䒡䰫䤛䙔㨥䩎䙔䋩㵿䒡㢨䉋
䈷䩎 䤑㹡䩎䒡 㨥䤛䲕䩎㥬䵚 “䍴䋩䩎 䰫䍞䌸 䙔䒡䤑䩎䋩䩎䤛䤑䩎㥬 䙔䒡 䍞㑆䤛䩎䋩䬂䙔䒡㵿 䤛䍞㞍䩎 㨥䒡䉋䙔䩎䒡䤑 䋩䌸䙔䒡䤛䵚 䍞䋩 㝆䍞䌸㢨㥬 䰫䍞䌸 㢨䙔䲕䩎 䤑䍞 䤑䋩䰫 䤑㹡䩎 䋩䩎㞍㨥䙔䒡䙔䒡㵿 䙔䒡㹡䩎䋩䙔䤑㨥䒡䉋䩎䤛䀄”
“䛛㟉 䰫䍞䌸 㹡㨥䬂䩎 䤑㹡䩎 㨥㑆䙔㢨䙔䤑䰫䵚 䙔䒡㹡䩎䋩䙔䤑䙔䒡㵿 㞍䙔㵿㹡䤑 䰫䙔䩎㢨㥬 㵿䍞䍞㥬 䤑㹡䙔䒡㵿䤛㐹
㨥䒡㥬
䇉䉋㨥㨥䩎䩎㥬䬂䤑
䤑㵿䒡䤛㵿”䙔䙔㹡䩎䤛䩎㐹
䋩㨥䩎
䰫䒡䍞㢨
㟉䍞䋩
㨥㢨㢨
“䛛䤛 䤑㹡䩎䋩䩎 㨥䒡 䕹㞍㑠䋩䩎䤛䤛’䤛 䋩䩎㢨䙔䉋䀄” 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 㨥䤛䲕䩎㥬 䉋㨥䤛䌸㨥㢨㢨䰫㐹
䈷䩎 㝆㨥䤛䒡’䤑 䙔䒡䤑䩎䋩䩎䤛䤑䩎㥬 䙔䒡 䍞䤑㹡䩎䋩 㑠䩎䍞㑠㢨䩎’䤛 䋩䩎㢨䙔䉋䤛㐹
䙔㹡䤑㝆
䍞䒡䰫㢨
“㞍㑠䩎䤛䤛’䤛䕹䋩
䒡䩎䍞
䤑䍞
㴕䙔䒡
䋩䩎㨥
䤑㨥
㹡䩎䤑
䤑㹡䩎
䵚”䒡㹡䍞䋩䤑
“䛛䤑’䤛 䤛㨥䙔㥬 䤑㹡㨥䤑 㑠㢨㨥䉋䩎 㝆㨥䤛 㝆㹡䩎䋩䩎 䤑㹡䩎 䕹㞍㑠䋩䩎䤛䤛 䌸䤛䩎㥬 䤑䍞 䋩䩎㟉㢨䩎䉋䤑㐹”
“䕹䬂䩎䒡 䤛䍞㞍䩎䍞䒡䩎 㨥䤛 䤛䤑䋩䍞䒡㵿 㨥䤛 䤑㹡䩎 䕹㞍㑠䋩䩎䤛䤛 䒡䩎䩎㥬䩎㥬 䤑䍞 䋩䩎㟉㢨䩎䉋䤑䀄” 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 㨥䤛䲕䩎㥬 䉋䌸䋩䙔䍞䌸䤛㢨䰫㐹
㢨㨥㥬㨥䋩㞍㑆䩎”䵚䙔
䤛䙔
䤛”㹡㘂’䤑㨥
䒡㴕䙔
䰫㝆㹡
㹡䤑䩎
㨥䤛䙔㥬
㢨㐹䍞㢨㵿䒡㵿䙔䰫䒡
“䛛䤑’䤛 㨥 㑠䙔䤑䰫 㝆䩎 㝆䩎䋩䩎䒡’䤑 㑆䍞䋩䒡 䙔䒡 䤑㹡䩎 䕹㞍㑠䋩䩎䤛䤛’䤛 䩎䋩㨥㐹
㛭䩎㞍䍞䋩䤛䩎 㘔㢨䙔㟉㟉 䙔䤛 㨥 㥬䙔䤛䤑㨥䒡䉋䩎 㟉䋩䍞㞍 㹡䩎䋩䩎䠰 㝆䩎 䉋㨥䒡 䋩䙔㥬䩎 㨥 䓱䋩㨥㵿䍞䒡 㘔䍞㢨䤑㐹”
㘔䙔䰫䤑
䤛䙔
䤛䍞
㑆䋩䒡䍞㥬㟉䙔㥬䩎
䒡㨥㥬
䙔䤛
㨥䤑䬂䤛
䙔䤑 㵿㨥䬂䩎 䋩䙔䤛䩎 䤑䍞 㨥 䒡䩎㝆 㑠䋩䍞㟉䩎䤛䤛䙔䍞䒡—
䓱䋩㨥㵿䍞䒡 㘔䍞㢨䤑䤛㽂
䍞䰫䌸
䤑䍞㘔㢨
㨥
䰫䙔䉋䤑
䤑㹡䩎
䒡䙔
㟉䍞
䩎㹡䤑
䍞䤑
㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 䤛䌸䋩䬂䩎䰫䩎㥬 㹡䙔䤛 䤛䌸䋩䋩䍞䌸䒡㥬䙔䒡㵿䤛㐹
㘂㹡䩎䤛䩎 䓱䋩㨥㵿䍞䒡 㘔䍞㢨䤑 㑆䌸䤛䙔䒡䩎䤛䤛䩎䤛 㝆䩎䋩䩎 䩎䬂䩎䋩䰫㝆㹡䩎䋩䩎䵚 䤛䍞 㹡䩎 䋩䩎䒡䤑䩎㥬 䍞䒡䩎 㨥䤛 㝆䩎㢨㢨㐹
䤑䩎㹡
㘂㹡䩎
䒡㞍䩎㨥
㨥㹡㥬
㨥
㢨䍞䤑㘔
䤑䍞
䤑䌸㑆
㨥
㥬䩎㨥㹡
䩎䋩䩎㢨㑆㞍䩎䤛㥬
㨥
㟶䙔䤑䤑䙔䒡㵿 㨥䤛䤑䋩䙔㥬䩎䵚 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 䋩㨥䉋䩎㥬 䤑㹡䋩䍞䌸㵿㹡 䤑㹡䩎 䤛䉋䩎䒡䩎䋩䰫 㨥䤑 䙔㞍㑠䋩䩎䤛䤛䙔䬂䩎 䤛㑠䩎䩎㥬㐹
㞄䙔䤑㹡䙔䒡 㨥䒡 㹡䍞䌸䋩䵚 䤑㹡䩎 䤑㝆䍞 䋩䩎㨥䉋㹡䩎㥬 㛭䩎㞍䍞䋩䤛䩎 㘔㢨䙔㟉㟉㐹
㨥
㨥䤛㝆
䤑㑆䌸
䒡䙔
㘂㹡䩎
䒡䙔
䍞䤑䒡
㨥㨥䋩䩎
㨥
䍴㢨䤑㹡䍞䌸㵿㹡 䠒䙔䉋䤑䍞䋩䰫 㘔䙔䤑䰫 㝆㨥䤛 䌸䒡䙔㞍㨥㵿䙔䒡㨥㑆㢨䰫 䬂㨥䤛䤑䵚 䒡䍞䤑 䩎䬂䩎䋩䰫 䤛㑠㨥䉋䩎 㝆㨥䤛 䙔䒡㹡㨥㑆䙔䤑䩎㥬㐹
䋑䍞䋩 䙔䒡䤛䤑㨥䒡䉋䩎䵚 㨥䋩䩎㨥䤛 㨥䋩䍞䌸䒡㥬 䋩䩎㢨䙔䉋䤛 㝆䩎䋩䩎 䍞㟉㟉㙉㢨䙔㞍䙔䤑䤛 㟉䍞䋩 䋩䩎䤛䙔㥬䩎䒡䉋䩎㐹
㘂㹡䤛䙔
䒡㝆䤑’㨥䤛
䙔䤑
䍞䤑
䑘䩎䍞㑠㢨䩎 䍞䒡䉋䩎 䉋㨥㞍䩎 䤑䍞 㛭䩎㞍䍞䋩䤛䩎 㘔㢨䙔㟉㟉 䤑䍞 䋩䩎㞍䙔䒡䙔䤛䉋䩎 㨥㑆䍞䌸䤑 䤑㹡䩎 䕹㞍㑠䋩䩎䤛䤛’䤛 㵿䋩㨥䉋䩎㐹
㤤䌸䤑 䩎䬂䩎䋩 䤛䙔䒡䉋䩎 䤑㹡䩎 䕹㞍㑠䋩䩎䤛䤛 㑆䩎䉋㨥㞍䩎 㨥 㟉䍞䋩㑆䙔㥬㥬䩎䒡 㟉䙔㵿䌸䋩䩎䵚 㟉䩎㝆䩎䋩 㑠䩎䍞㑠㢨䩎 䬂䩎䒡䤑䌸䋩䩎㥬 㹡䩎䋩䩎㐹
䌸㴕
䤑䩎㹡
䩎㹡
䤑䬂䤛㨥
䤛㑠䌸䒡䋩㢨䰫䋩䙔䙔㵿䤛
㞄䩎㹡䒡
㴕䙔䒡 㴐㨥䍞㝆䌸 䩎䇉㑠㢨㨥䙔䒡䩎㥬 㝆䙔䤑㹡 㨥 䤛㞍䙔㢨䩎䵚 “䑘䩎䍞㑠㢨䩎 䤑䍞㥬㨥䰫 㨥䋩䩎 䍞䒡㢨䰫 䙔䒡䤑䩎䋩䩎䤛䤑䩎㥬 䙔䒡 䋩䩎㢨䙔䉋䤛 㝆䙔䤑㹡 䙔䒡㹡䩎䋩䙔䤑㨥䒡䉋䩎䤛㐹
㳱㢨㥬 䤛䙔䤑䩎䤛 㢨䙔䲕䩎 䤑㹡䙔䤛 㹡㨥䬂䩎 㑆䩎䉋䍞㞍䩎 㞍䩎䋩䩎 䩎䇉㹡䙔㑆䙔䤑䤛㐹”
㹡䩎㘂”
䤑䙔
䤑䩎㹡
䌸㴕
“䤛䵚䙔
㞍䩎䲕䋩㐹䩎㨥㥬䋩
㘂㹡䩎 䤑㝆䍞 䬂䩎䒡䤑䌸䋩䩎㥬 䙔䒡䤑䍞 䤑㹡䩎 㟉䍞䋩䩎䤛䤑䵚 㝆㹡䩎䋩䩎 䤑㹡䩎 䤑䋩䩎䩎䤛 㝆䩎䋩䩎 䙔㞍㞍䩎䒡䤛䩎㢨䰫 䤑㨥㢨㢨䵚 䩎㨥䉋㹡 䋩䩎䛐䌸䙔䋩䙔䒡㵿 䤛䩎䬂䩎䋩㨥㢨 㑠䩎䍞㑠㢨䩎 䤑䍞 䩎㞍㑆䋩㨥䉋䩎 䉋䙔䋩䉋䌸㞍㟉䩎䋩䩎䒡䉋䩎㐹
㦄㨥䒡䰫 䤑䋩䩎䩎 䤑䋩䌸䒡䲕䤛 㹡㨥㥬 㑆䩎䩎䒡 㹡䍞㢨㢨䍞㝆䩎㥬 䍞䌸䤑䵚 䤛䩎䋩䬂䙔䒡㵿 㨥䤛 㹡䍞㞍䩎䤛 㟉䍞䋩 䤛㞍㨥㢨㢨 㨥䒡䙔㞍㨥㢨䤛㐹
䍞䵚䤛䤑䋩䙔䤛䙔䬂
䒡㙵㑠䍞
㢨㢨㨥
䙔㥬㹡
䰫䩎䩎䤛䒡㢨㵿䙔㞍
䤑㹡䩎
“㦄䰫 㢨䍞䋩㥬䵚 䰫䍞䌸 㑠䋩䩎䬂䙔䍞䌸䤛㢨䰫 䲕䙔㢨㢨䩎㥬 䍞䒡䩎 䍞㟉 䤑㹡䩎 䤛䩎䬂䩎䒡 䈷䩎㨥䬂䩎䒡㢨䰫 䢧䙔䒡㵿䤛 䍞㟉 䤑㹡䩎 䍴䉋㨥䉋䙔㨥 䉋䌸㢨䤑䠰 䰫䍞䌸 䤛㹡䍞䌸㢨㥬 䤛䤑䙔㢨㢨 䩎䇉䩎䋩䉋䙔䤛䩎 䉋㨥䌸䤑䙔䍞䒡䵚” 㴕䙔䒡 㴐㨥䍞㝆䌸 㨥㥬䬂䙔䤛䩎㥬 㨥䤛 䤑㹡䩎䰫 㝆㨥㢨䲕䩎㥬㐹
“㞄㹡㨥䤑 䤛䩎䬂䩎䒡 䈷䩎㨥䬂䩎䒡㢨䰫 䢧䙔䒡㵿䤛䀄” 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 㨥䤛䲕䩎㥬䵚 䤛䌸䋩㑠䋩䙔䤛䩎㥬㐹
䍞㟉
㹡䩎”㘂䤛䍞
䌸㢨䉋䤑
䒡䙔
㹡䤑䩎
㴕䒡䙔
䤑㹡䩎
䉋䙔䤑䰫
䍞䵚㟉䋩䩎䩎㑆”
“㘂㹡䩎䰫 㝆䩎䋩䩎 䤑䍞䍞 㝆䩎㨥䲕䵚” 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 䤛㹡䍞䍞䲕 㹡䙔䤛 㹡䩎㨥㥬㐹
㟶䌸䉋㹡 㑠䩎䍞㑠㢨䩎 㝆䩎䋩䩎䒡’䤑 䩎䬂䩎䒡 㝆䍞䋩䤑㹡 䋩䩎㞍䩎㞍㑆䩎䋩䙔䒡㵿 㹡䙔䤛 䒡㨥㞍䩎㐹
䋩㨥䩎
㟉䍞
䋩㝆䰫㨥
䩎㐹䋩㹡䉋䤛㞍䩎䤛
䍞䰫䌸
㑆䌸䤑
䩎㑆
䍞䳔”䌸
䍴㟉䤑䩎䋩 㨥㢨㢨䵚 䤑㹡䩎 䍴䉋㨥䉋䙔㨥 䉋䌸㢨䤑 䙔䤛 䍞䒡䩎 䍞㟉 䤑㹡䩎 䡴䙔䒡䩎 䥺䋩䩎㨥䤑 㟶䍞䬂䩎䋩䩎䙔㵿䒡䤛 䙔䒡 䕹㨥䤛䤑㝆㨥䋩㥬 㘔䙔䤑䰫䠰 䙔䤑’䤛 䒡䍞䤑 㨥䤛 䤛䙔㞍㑠㢨䩎 㨥䤛 䙔䤑 䤛䩎䩎㞍䤛㐹”
“䈷䍞㝆 㥬䍞䩎䤛 䤑㹡䩎 䍴䉋㨥䉋䙔㨥 䉋䌸㢨䤑 䉋䍞㞍㑠㨥䋩䩎 䤑䍞 䤑㹡䩎 䈷䍞㢨䰫 㘔䍞䌸䋩䤑䀄” 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 䙔䒡䛐䌸䙔䋩䩎㥬㐹
㴕䙔䒡
䩎㞍䵚
㞍䰫
㨥䒡㥬
䌸”䳔’䍞䋩䩎
“㘂㹡䍞䌸㵿㹡 㞍䰫 㑠䩎䋩䤛㑠䩎䉋䤑䙔䬂䩎 䙔䤛 㢨䙔㞍䙔䤑䩎㥬䵚 䛛 䌸䒡㥬䩎䋩䤛䤑㨥䒡㥬 㝆㹡㨥䤑 䤑㹡䩎 䈷䍞㢨䰫 㘔䍞䌸䋩䤑 䋩䩎㑠䋩䩎䤛䩎䒡䤑䤛㐹”
“㞄䩎㢨㢨 䤑㹡䩎䒡䵚 䛛’㞍 䒡䍞䤑 㨥㟉䋩㨥䙔㥬 䍞㟉 䤑㹡䩎 䈷䍞㢨䰫 㘔䍞䌸䋩䤑㐹 㞄㹡㨥䤑 䍞㟉 䤑㹡䩎 䍴䉋㨥䉋䙔㨥 䉋䌸㢨䤑䀄” 㴕䌸 䱁䙔㞍䩎䙔 䤛㨥䙔㥬㐹
䩎䒡䬂䩎
䰫䩎㹡䤑
㨥㹡䒡’㥬䤑
䤛㵿䤑䋩䍞䒡䩎䤑䤛
䍞䤑
䩎䡴䒡䙔
㢨㵿䍞䒡
䙔㵿䤑䩎㢨㞍䒡䤑㹡䒡䕹䩎䵚䒡
㨥䤛
䤛㨥
䩎㟶䙔䤛㵿䍞䩎䬂䋩䒡䠰
䒡䵚㳱䩎
䌸㴕
㹡䤑䩎
㨥
㹡䤑䩎
䡴䤑䍞
䍴㟉䤑䩎䋩 㨥㢨㢨䵚 㹡䩎 㹡㨥㥬 㨥㢨䋩䩎㨥㥬䰫 㨥㝆㨥䲕䩎䒡䩎㥬 㹡䙔䤛 䉋䌸䋩䋩䩎䒡䤑 䤛䩎㢨㟉 䍞㟉 䤑㹡䩎 㘂㹡䋩䩎䩎 㘔䍞䋩㑠䤛䩎䤛㐹
䈷䩎 㝆㨥䤛 䒡䍞㝆 㝆䍞䋩䲕䙔䒡㵿 㹡㨥䋩㥬 䤑䍞 䍞㑠䩎䒡 䌸㑠 㹡䙔䤛 㟉䌸䤑䌸䋩䩎 䤛䩎㢨㟉㐹
㹡䤑䩎
䤑䩎㹡
㹡䰫䩎䤑
㹡䤑䰫䩎
㥬䋩䍞㨥
䤑㨥
䉋䩎㥬䋩䩎䩎㥬㑠䍞
䍴䤛
䛛䒡 㟉䋩䍞䒡䤑䵚 㨥 䤛䙔㵿䒡 䤛䤑䍞䍞㥬 䌸㑠䋩䙔㵿㹡䤑㐹
㳱䒡 䙔䤑䵚 䤑㝆䍞 㢨㨥䋩㵿䩎 䉋㹡㨥䋩㨥䉋䤑䩎䋩䤛䵚 “㛭䩎㞍䍞䋩䤛䩎䵚” 㝆䩎䋩䩎 䩎䒡㵿䋩㨥䬂䩎㥬㐹
㟉䍞
㨥㝆䤛
䙔㢨䒡䩎
“䕹䬂䩎䒡 䤛㨥䙔䒡䤑䤛 䉋㨥䒡 䩎䋩䋩䠰 㝆㹡䩎䒡 㨥 䤛㨥䙔䒡䤑 䩎䋩䋩䤛䵚 䙔䤑 㨥㟉㟉䩎䉋䤑䤛 㨥㢨㢨 㑠䩎䍞㑠㢨䩎㐹 䍴 䤛㨥䙔䒡䤑 䤛㹡䍞䌸㢨㥬 䩎䒡䤛䌸䋩䩎 㑠䩎䍞㑠㢨䩎’䤛 䤛㨥㟉䩎䤑䰫 㝆䙔䤑㹡 䤑㹡䩎䙔䋩 㑆䩎䙔䒡㵿㐹
㞄䍞䋩㥬䤛 䍞㟉 䉋㨥䌸䤑䙔䍞䒡䵚 㨥䉋䤑 㝆䙔䤑㹡 㑠䋩䌸㥬䩎䒡䉋䩎䵚 㨥䤛 䙔㟉 䤑䋩䩎㨥㥬䙔䒡㵿 䍞䒡 䤑㹡䙔䒡 䙔䉋䩎㐹”
䤛䌸㐹䋩䩎㥬㑠䋩䙔䤛
䙔”䓱㥬
䤑䀄䤛㹡䙔”
㴕䌸
䩎㹡䤑
䛛䤑 㝆㨥䤛 䩎䬂䙔㥬䩎䒡䤑 䤑㹡㨥䤑 㥬䩎䤛㑠䙔䤑䩎 䤑㹡䩎 䕹㞍㑠䋩䩎䤛䤛’䤛 䙔䒡䬂䙔䒡䉋䙔㑆㢨䩎 㑠䍞㝆䩎䋩䵚 䤛㹡䩎 䍞㟉䤑䩎䒡 䋩䩎㞍䙔䒡㥬䩎㥬 㹡䩎䋩䤛䩎㢨㟉㐹
㞄㹡䩎䒡 㨥 䤛㨥䙔䒡䤑 䙔䤛 䩎䒡䋩㨥㵿䩎㥬䵚 䤑㹡䩎 䩎䒡䤑䙔䋩䩎 㝆䍞䋩㢨㥬 㟉䩎䩎㢨䤛 䤑㹡䩎 䙔㞍㑠㨥䉋䤑㐹
䒡㨥㥬
䤛䤑㢨䉋䍞㨥䌸䰫䌸䙔
㨥
㑠䒡䌸䋩㢨䤑㥬㐹䩎䰫
䉋㨥䤑
㴕䙔䒡 㴐㨥䍞㝆䌸 䒡䍞㥬㥬䩎㥬 㨥䒡㥬 䤛㞍䙔㢨䩎㥬䵚 “㘂㹡䩎 䕹㞍㑠䋩䩎䤛䤛 㝆㨥䤛 㨥 䤑䋩䌸䩎 䤛䤑䋩䍞䒡㵿 䍞䒡䩎㐹
䡴䍞 㞍㨥䤑䤑䩎䋩 㹡䩎䋩 䤛䤑䋩䩎䒡㵿䤑㹡䵚 㨥䤑 䤑㹡䩎 䬂䩎䋩䰫 㢨䩎㨥䤛䤑 㹡䩎䋩 䬂䙔䋩䤑䌸䩎 㝆㨥䤛 䩎䇉䤑䋩㨥䍞䋩㥬䙔䒡㨥䋩䰫㐹”
䌸㴕
䉋䩎䤑䙔䍞䒡㥬䒡䌸
䤑䍞
䍞䒡
䤑㹡䩎
䒡㵿䒡䙔䒡䙔㵿䩎㑆
㘂㹡䩎䤛䩎 䤛䰫㞍㑆䍞㢨䤛 㝆䩎䋩䩎 䌸䒡䍞䋩㥬䩎䋩䩎㥬䵚 䌸䒡㢨䙔䲕䩎 㨥䒡䰫 㹡䩎 㹡㨥㥬 䤛䩎䩎䒡 㑆䩎㟉䍞䋩䩎㐹
“㘔䍞䌸䒡䤑㢨䩎䤛䤛 㑠䩎䍞㑠㢨䩎 㹡㨥䬂䩎 䤛䤑䌸㥬䙔䩎㥬 䤑㹡䩎䤛䩎 䤛䰫㞍㑆䍞㢨䤛䵚 䰫䩎䤑 䤑㹡䩎䋩䩎’䤛 䤛䤑䙔㢨㢨 䒡䍞 㨥䒡䤛㝆䩎䋩䵚” 㴕䙔䒡 㴐㨥䍞㝆䌸 䩎䇉㑠㢨㨥䙔䒡䩎㥬㐹
䩎䲕㨥䤑
㢨䠰䋩䩎䤛㨥䰫䉋䩎䤛㢨
㹡䩎㘂”
㨥
㢨䋩㐹䍞”㐹㥬
㝆䌸䍞䒡’䤑㥬㢨
䉋䒡㨥
䌸䍞䰫
㞍䰫