roccoschili Chapter 2427: 2404: A Fierce Blood Rain!
Chapter 2427: 2404: A Fierce Blood Rain!
Capítulo 2427: Chapter 2404: A Fierce Blood Rain!Heavenly Sword Mountain Range, this place is the clan territory of the Heavenly Saber Tribe.
In the Heavenly Sword Mountain Range, hundreds of thousands of strong warriors of the Heavenly Saber Tribe live.
At this moment, a group of crows directly flew over the palace within the Heavenly Sword Mountain Range and arrived at a Lonely Mountain, entering a Cave Mansion.
“Crow, did you fail?”
Before the black-clothed warrior could enter, the cold voice of the Great Priest of the Heavenly Saber Tribe came from within the cave.
Evidently, the Great Priest was very displeased with the black-clothed warrior returning empty-handed!
The black-clothed warrior knelt on one knee with a gloomy face, saying: “Please, Great Priest, calm your anger, allow me to report!”
The voice of the Great Priest came from the cave: “Speak!”
Immediately, the black-clothed warrior slowly recounted the whole incident of his pursuit of Lin Bai, including how Lin Bai helped Li Fugui and Libu Xian escape, how Lin Bai broke through his Magic Circle, and how Lin Bai escaped.
The black-clothed warrior almost exactly replicated the situation at that time, informing the Great Priest!
After listening, the Great Priest laughed strangely: “This person’s swordsmanship is so powerful, and at the same time, he has mastered the Nine-fold Realm, unmatched in swordsmanship, with sword intention that reaches the divine level…”
“This person is definitely not a member of the Kunxu Li family!”
“Although the Kunxu Li family has many strong sword cultivators, no one in Kunxu has such an outstanding Sword Dao Cultivation as this person!”
“Arrange for the Dark Child within Kunxu to investigate from where this person came and what his background is!”
Upon hearing the black-clothed warrior’s words, the Great Priest immediately judged that Lin Bai was definitely not a disciple of the Kunxu Li family!
The black-clothed warrior nodded and said: “Great Priest, I also think so!”
“This person cultivated a type of Cultivation Skill that allows the Treasure Sword to fly out of his hand, and when he escaped, he left stepping on Flying Swords…”
“Aren’t these two Cultivation Skills… the Blood Sword Skill and the Blood Escape Sword Light of the Broken Sword Tribe?”
The black-clothed warrior asked.
The Great Priest said meaningfully: “The Blood Sword Skill is the foundation of the Broken Sword Tribe, and it is because of this Cultivation Skill that the Broken Sword Tribe has become one of the top three tribes out of the 108 Tribes of Kunxu!”
“The Blood Escape Sword Light is a secret skill within the Blood Sword Skill!”
“Once the Blood Escape Sword Light is unleashed, in a flash, it covers 72,000 miles!”
“But the Blood Sword Skill is a secret of the Broken Sword Tribe that is not passed on to non-core members!”
“If he really knows the Blood Sword Skill, then this person must have an inseparable connection with the Broken Sword Tribe!”
The Great Priest said meaningfully.
The black-clothed warrior said: “I also think so! Great Priest, do you think it’s possible that the Broken Sword Tribe is envious of us for occupying the Cultivation Resources of Longshan and wants to share in it, and therefore secretly sent someone to take Libu Xian away?”
The Great Priest coldly said: “It’s not impossible!”
“Heh, if that’s really the reason, then the Broken Sword Tribe is being quite unscrupulous!”
“Alright, I will verify this matter with the Broken Sword Tribe!”
“You may withdraw for now!”
The Great Priest shook his head and said.
The black-clothed warrior said: “Great Priest, is there anything else to command?”
The black-clothed warrior also knew that although he used excuses to convince the Great Priest regarding his failure to capture Lin Bai and Libu Xian, he definitely did not handle the matter well, which left him very unwilling!
The Great Priest shook his head and said: “Although we did not capture Libu Xian, the daughter of the Lord of Kunxu, we did obtain the Spiritual Medicine of Longshan and captured seven core members of the Li family, including Lichao Yun!”
“Next, the Heavenly Saber Tribe must make all preparations!”
The black-clothed warrior asked curiously: “What preparations?”
The Great Priest smiled and said: “Having killed so many warriors from the Li Family’s War God Camp in Longshan and captured the sons of the elders of the Li Family’s Elder Council, do you think Kunxu will let it go easily?”
The black-clothed warrior nodded and said: “I understand, in the upcoming period, Kunxu will definitely retaliate against our Heavenly Saber Tribe fiercely!”
“I will go and arrange for the Blood Knife Hall to be ready at any time!”
The Great Priest nodded and said: “Hmm, go and handle it!”
“Yes.” The black-clothed warrior nodded once and then turned to leave the Lonely Mountain!
…
Meanwhile, within the clan territory of the Kunxu Li family.
Libu Zheng walked into a Great Hall with a gloomy face.
Inside the Great Hall, thousands of elders sat around, a middle-aged man in a golden robe, exuding an aura of authority without anger, sat in a high position, glaring coldly at the approaching Libu Zheng.
Beneath this golden-robed man stood a middle-aged man in black, with a faint smile, his face pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. This person was none other than Mo Wenshen!
Libu Zheng expressionlessly walked into the Great Hall, clasped his fist, and called out to the man in the golden robe, “Your son greets you, Father!”
“Libu Zheng greets all the elders! Greets Uncle Mo Wenshen!”
Libu Zheng cupped his fists and saluted the surroundings!
Before the surrounding elders could speak, the middle-aged man in the golden robe in the high position suddenly burst into anger: “Libu Zheng, you are becoming more audacious. Just how many things are you hiding from me?”
This man in the golden robe was none other than the father of the siblings Libu Zheng and Libu Xian, the current Lord of Kunxu, and one of the Eighteen Immortals of Peach Mountain, Li Zhengyi!
Li Zhengyi was furious, glaring at Libu Zheng.
Libu Zheng replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, “Please, Father, calm your anger!”
At this moment, an emaciated old man at the head of the elders stood anxiously and looked at Libu Zheng, saying, “Young Master, I must ask you, is it true about my son Lichao Yun…”
Libu Zheng’s expression was grim, and he nodded slightly.
This emaciated old man was indeed the current Grand Elder of the Li Family’s Elder Council, whose status in Kunxu was second only to Li Zhengyi!
“Ah!” Seeing Libu Zheng nod, the emaciated old man’s face turned ashen immediately!
Libu Zheng hurriedly said, “But please rest assured, Grand Elder, although Lichao Yun has fallen into the hands of the Heavenly Saber Tribe, I suspect that the Heavenly Saber Tribe probably doesn’t dare to harm Lichao Yun and the others!”
“So, they should not be in immediate danger of life!”
Hearing Libu Zheng’s analysis, the complexion of the Grand Elder of the Li Family eased considerably!
Li Zhengyi asked, “Zheng, what exactly is going on?”
Libu Zheng cupped his fists and said, “Father, I have no intention of hiding it from you. Since this matter has alarmed the Elder Council, I shall tell you everything in detail…”
“This matter must start from Longshan…”
Libu Zheng stood in the Elder Pavilion and slowly recounted everything that had happened within Longshan!
Finally, Libu Zheng said, “Fortunately, Libu Xian and Li Fugui were rescued by Lin Bai, and I have already ordered the Heavenly Dragon Hall to rescue them!”
Mo Wenshen did not utter a word from start to finish, and upon hearing Libu Zheng finish speaking, he let out a strange laugh, “Li Zhengyi, I always thought Kunxu was a paradise away from the world, but now it seems your Kunxu is no more peaceful than the outside!”
Li Zhengyi coldly responded, “Hmph, wherever there are people, there will inevitably be conflicts and grudges; this is unavoidable!”
“Lin Duo, Elder Brother, was well aware of the matters concerning the 108 Tribes of Kunxu back then!”
Mo Wenshen nodded slightly, agreeing with Li Zhengyi.
This world has no truly peaceful place!
The Grand Elder of the Li Family hurriedly asked, “Patriarch, this is not the time for discussing this matter; my son is still in the hands of the Heavenly Saber Tribe, I beg the Patriarch to fully rescue him!”
Hearing the Grand Elder of the Li Family say this, several other elders stood up and said, “Yes, my son is also in the hands of the Heavenly Saber Tribe!”
“Patriarch, please deploy all efforts to save them!”
These elders were the fathers of the warriors who had escaped with Lichao Yun!
Libu Zheng clasped his fists and asked, “Whether to fight or negotiate, please, Father, decide!”
At that moment, thousands of elders stood up in the Elder Pavilion and clasped their fists towards Li Zhengyi, asking, “Fight or negotiate, please, Patriarch, decide!”
Li Zhengyi’s expression turned cold as he stood from his high position, “Naturally, it’s a fight!”
“Since the Heavenly Saber Tribe has initiated the conflict, how can my Li Family be afraid of them!”
“Libu Zheng, issue the order, all members of the Heavenly Dragon Hall, deploy at once!”
“Additionally, select one hundred elders from the Elder Council to accompany!”
“If the Heavenly Saber Tribe sensibly hands over the cultivation resources of Longshan and is willing to apologize, returning Lichao Yun and others, my Kunxu Li Clan will still honor the previous agreement and allow them to exist in the world!”
“Otherwise, we will destroy the Heavenly Saber Tribe as a lesson to the 108 Tribes of Kunxu!”
Li Zhengyi said coldly.
“Wise Patriarch! Strengthen our Kunxu!” Thousands of elders responded in unison.
The Grand Elder of the Li Family urgently said, “Patriarch, I am willing to accompany!”
Li Zhengyi nodded, “Grand Elder, I know you are concerned about Lichao Yun, so you may go!”
The Grand Elder of the Li Family gratefully said, “Thank you, Patriarch!”
Immediately, countless strong individuals left the Li Family in Kunxu, rushing into the vastness of Kunxu.
In Kunxu, a storm of blood and gore was quietly forming…
䇹䲛㟅䲛㻤䛛
老
爐
盧
䇹㤓㻤䓁䓷䲛㟻㤓
魯
㻤䲛㦔㻤䓷䇹䛛䮟
䁓䛛䐿㟻㽢㽢
㶞䲛㽢㻤
䲛㶞㨬㻤䛛䓷䓁䁓㻤
盧
㵍㨬䓺䲛
爐
㤓䲛䁓㻤䲛
㟻䲛䛛
䁓䮟䇹䲛䓺㐱
䁓䓺䓷䗴䓁䛛䁓㽢
路
擄
䓺
㽢䲛䁓㟻㤓㤓
㽢䗴䓷䁓䛛䓺䓁䁓
㱓䭕
䓺䁓
䁓㤓䓺䗴䓁䁓䲛
魯
㽢䛛㽢㟻㩕䁓
蘆
㠛䛛 䛛㟻㽢㻤 䗴䓷䗴䲛䁓䛛䮟 㽢䁓㻤㽢㤓䲛 䛛㟻䲛 㨬䓺㵍䲛䮟 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䓺䁓㤓 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 㟻䓺㵍䲛 䭕䲛䲛䁓 㟻㽢㤓㽢䁓㐱 㟻䲛䇹䲛 㦔䓷䇹 䛛䐿䓷 㟻䓷䓁䇹㻤 䓺㶞䇹䲛䓺㤓㱓㜪
㠛㦔䛛䲛䇹 䇹䓁䁓䁓㽢䁓㐱 㨬䓷䁓䛛㽢䁓䓁䓷䓁㻤㶞㱓 㦔䓷䇹 䛛㟻䇹䲛䲛 㤓䓺㱓㻤䮟 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䓺䁓㤓 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 䓺䇹䇹㽢㵍䲛㤓 䓺䛛 䛛㟻㽢㻤 䗴㱓㻤䛛䲛䇹㽢䓷䓁㻤 㨬䓺㵍䲛䮟 䐿㟻䲛䇹䲛 䛛㟻䲛㱓 䓷䁓㨬䲛 䓺㵍䓷㽢㤓䲛㤓 䛛㟻䲛 㯐㽢 㨃䓺䗴㽢㶞㱓’㻤 䗴䓺䇹䛛㽢䓺㶞 䓺䇹䛛㽢㻤䛛㻤䮟 䛛䐿䓷 㟻䓷䓁䇹㻤 䓺㐱䓷㟅
㶞䓷’㤓䁓㻤䓁䛛㟻
㽢㯐
㐱㐱䇹䲛䁓䁓㽢㽢㶞
䓺㟅䲛䇹㦔
㽢㦔䁓㤓
㻤䓁
䓷䓷㶞㽀㤓䲛
䓁䇹㤓䓷䓺䁓
䲛㟻䮟”䇹䲛
䓺䭕㶞䲛
“䲛㗮㟻㱓
㽢䐿䛛㟻
䛛䓷
䓁䓁㨃㐱㽢
䲛䭕
㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 㻤㟻䓷䓷㽀 㟻㽢㻤 㟻䲛䓺㤓 䓺䁓㤓 㻤䓺㽢㤓䮟 “䜁䓷䮟 䛛㟻㽢㻤 䂬㶞䓺㨬䲛 㽢㻤 㻤䓷 㟻㽢㤓㤓䲛䁓㟅 㩕㟻䲛䁓 䛛㟻䲛 㳕㶞㤓䲛䇹㻤 㦔䇹䓷䗴 䛛㟻䲛 㳕㶞㤓䲛䇹 㖲䓺㵍㽢㶞㽢䓷䁓 㨬䓺䗴䲛 㟻䲛䇹䲛 䛛䓷 㦔㽢䁓㤓 䓁㻤䮟 䛛㟻䲛㱓 㨬䓷䓁㶞㤓䁓’䛛 㦔㽢䁓㤓 䛛㟻㽢㻤 㨬䓺㵍䲛 䲛㽢䛛㟻䲛䇹㟅”
“䫹䓺㽀䲛㻤 㻤䲛䁓㻤䲛㜪 㩕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓䁓䮟 䐿㟻䓺䛛 㤓䓷 㱓䓷䓁 䛛㟻㽢䁓㽀 䓺䭕䓷䓁䛛 㯐㽢㨬㟻䓺䓷 䝀䓁䁓 䓺䁓㤓 䛛㟻䲛 䓷䛛㟻䲛䇹㻤䙝” 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 䓺㻤㽀䲛㤓 䐿㽢䛛㟻 㻤䓷䗴䲛 㨬䓷䁓㨬䲛䇹䁓㟅
䓺㽢㻤㤓
䐿㽀䓷䁓㻤
䂫䁓䓁䓁䆻
㒰䓷䂬䁓
㨬㤓䓷䮟㶞
䓺䇹㐱䲛䛛
䁓㽢
䛛䓷
䓺
㟻䲛䛛
㦔䓷
䛛䲛㟻㱓
䮟㶞䲛㤓㳕䇹
䓺䁓㤓
㶞㟻㱓㶞’䛛䲛
㻤䧌䓺㽢’䁓
㽢㟻䛛㽀䁓
䲛䭕
㟻䲛
䁓’㤓䓷䛛
㶞㱓㨬䓺䮟䗴㶞
䇹㗮䲛䭕㽢
䓺㶞㶞䮟
㻤㽢㟻䛛䮟
㶞䛛㻤㽢㐱㶞㟻㱓
䛛䛛㟻䓺
㤓䓁䇹䲛䁓䛛
䓺㦔㨬䲛
㤓㨬䁓䲛䇹㽢㟻㶞
䓺䇹䲛
䓺㐱䁓㤓㟅䇹䲛
䲛㦔䛛㠛䇹
㽀㽢㶞㶞
䲛㽢㟻䓺㐱䁓䇹
“㳲
䄸䓺䲛䇹䭕
㻤䓷
䓺㤓䇹䲛
䲛䛛㟻㱓
䁓䲛䓺㱓㵍㶞䲛㜵
䗴㟻䲛䛛
䓺䲛㻤㜪㶞㱓”㽢
䛛䲛㟻
䐿㶞䓷㤓䛛’䓁䁓
㯐䓁㽢䭕
“㳲 䛛㟻㽢䁓㽀 䛛㟻䲛㱓 㨬䓺䂬䛛䓁䇹䲛㤓 㯐㽢㨬㟻䓺䓷 䝀䓁䁓 䓺䁓㤓 䛛㟻䲛 䓷䛛㟻䲛䇹㻤䮟 䂬䲛䇹㟻䓺䂬㻤 䇿䓁㻤䛛 䛛䓷 㐱䲛䛛 㻤䓷䗴䲛 㨬䓁㶞䛛㽢㵍䓺䛛㽢䓷䁓 䇹䲛㻤䓷䓁䇹㨬䲛㻤 㦔䇹䓷䗴 䛛㟻䲛 㯐㽢 㨃䓺䗴㽢㶞㱓䮟 䓺䁓㤓 㻤㟻䓷䓁㶞㤓䁓’䛛 㟻䓺䇹䗴 䛛㟻䲛㽢䇹 㶞㽢㵍䲛㻤㜪”
㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 䁓䓷㤓㤓䲛㤓 㻤㶞㽢㐱㟻䛛㶞㱓㟅
䲛㗮㟻
㟻䛛䲛䗴
㽢㻤㨬䲛䲛䁓㶞
䛛㟻䲛
䐿䓷䛛
㦔䓷
䓺㨬㵍㟅䲛
㽢䓷䛛䁓
㤓㽢䁓㻤䲛㽢
㶞㦔㶞䲛
㖲䇹䲛㵍㽢䓷䓁㻤㶞㱓䮟 䛛㟻䲛㱓 㟻䓺㤓 䲛㻤㨬䓺䂬䲛㤓 䛛䓷 䂬㶞䓺㱓 㻤䲛㵍䲛䇹䓺㶞 䛛㽢䗴䲛㻤䮟 䭕䓁䛛 䁓䲛㵍䲛䇹 䐿㽢䛛㟻 䓺㻤 䗴䓁㨬㟻 㤓䓺䁓㐱䲛䇹 䓺㻤 䛛㟻㽢㻤 䛛㽢䗴䲛㜪
“㳲 䐿䓷䁓㤓䲛䇹 㟻䓷䐿 䌤䇹䓷䛛㟻䲛䇹 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 㽢㻤 㤓䓷㽢䁓㐱䙝” 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓’㻤 㟻䲛䓺䇹䛛 䐿䓺㻤 䗴䓷㻤䛛 㨬䓷䁓㨬䲛䇹䁓䲛㤓 䓺䭕䓷䓁䛛 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢䮟 䓺䁓㤓 㻤㟻䲛 㻤䓺㽢㤓 㻤䓷㦔䛛㶞㱓㟅
㦔䓷䇹䗴
䓁䘂䛛㻤
䓺
㶞㤓䓷䓁
䓺㨬䲛㵍㟅
䗴䲛䗴䁓䮟䛛䓷
䓷䁓㽢䲛㻤
㻤㟻㽢䛛
䓺䛛
㟻䲛䛛
䲛㟻䛛
䲛㻤䁓䓁㱓㤓㤓㶞
䓺㨬䲛䗴
㦔䓷
䲛䇹䛛䁓䁓㨬䓺䲛
“䌤䲛 㨬䓺䇹䲛㦔䓁㶞䮟 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓㟅”
㜵䲛䓺䇹㽢䁓㐱 䛛㟻䲛 䁓䓷㽢㻤䲛䮟 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 㽢䗴䗴䲛㤓㽢䓺䛛䲛㶞㱓 䭕䲛㨬䓺䗴䲛 䓺㶞䲛䇹䛛 䓺䁓㤓 䂬䓁㶞㶞䲛㤓 䓷䓁䛛 㟻㽢㻤 䛛䇹䲛䓺㻤䓁䇹䲛 㻤䐿䓷䇹㤓 㦔䇹䓷䗴 䛛㟻䲛 㻤䛛䓷䇹䓺㐱䲛 䭕䓺㐱㟅
䧌䓺䁓㽢
㽢䓁㯐䭕
䇹䓷㽢䇹䲛䐿㟅㤓
䓷䓷㶞䲛㤓㽀
䓺㶞㻤䓷
䌤䓁䛛 䓺㦔䛛䲛䇹 䐿䓺㽢䛛㽢䁓㐱 㦔䓷䇹 䓺 㶞䓷䁓㐱 䛛㽢䗴䲛䮟 䓺䂬䓺䇹䛛 㦔䇹䓷䗴 䛛㟻䓺䛛 㶞䓷䓁㤓 䁓䓷㽢㻤䲛 䓺䛛 䛛㟻䲛 䲛䁓䛛䇹䓺䁓㨬䲛䮟 䁓䓷 䓷䁓䲛 㨬䓺䗴䲛 㽢䁓㟅
㠛㦔䛛䲛䇹 䭕䲛㽢䁓㐱 䓷䁓 㐱䓁䓺䇹㤓 㦔䓷䇹 䓺 䐿㟻㽢㶞䲛䮟 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 䓺䁓㤓 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䲛䆻㨬㟻䓺䁓㐱䲛㤓 䓺 㐱㶞䓺䁓㨬䲛 䓺䁓㤓 㻤㽢䗴䓁㶞䛛䓺䁓䲛䓷䓁㻤㶞㱓 䗴䓷㵍䲛㤓 䛛䓷䐿䓺䇹㤓㻤 䛛㟻䲛 䲛䁓䛛䇹䓺䁓㨬䲛䮟 㻤㶞䓷䐿㶞㱓 䓺䂬䂬䇹䓷䓺㨬㟻㽢䁓㐱 䓺䁓㤓 䂬䓁㶞㶞㽢䁓㐱 䓺㻤㽢㤓䲛 䛛㟻䲛 㶞䓺㱓䲛䇹㻤 䓷㦔 㶞䲛䓺㵍䲛㻤 䓺䛛 䛛㟻䲛 䓷䂬䲛䁓㽢䁓㐱㟅 㗮㟻䲛㱓 㻤䓺䐿 䓺 䗴䓺䁓 㶞㱓㽢䁓㐱 䓷䁓 䛛㟻䲛 㐱䇹䓷䓁䁓㤓 㨬䓷㵍䲛䇹䲛㤓 㽢䁓 䭕㶞䓷䓷㤓 䭕䲛㦔䓷䇹䲛 䛛㟻䲛 㨬䓺㵍䲛㟅
䭕䓷䮟㤓㶞䓷
㟻㽢㻤㗮
㱓㽢㶞䁓㐱
䓺䗴䁓
㵍䲛䓺㨬䮟
䌤䓺㜪㽢
㟻䛛䇹䓷䲛
䁓㽢
㵍䲛䲛㨬㤓䓷䇹
䲛㟻䛛
䓷㦔
䁓㽢
㻤䓺䐿
㽢㯐䁓
䁓䓷䛛㦔䇹
䓷䁓䁓䲛
䛛䁓䓺㟻
“㳲䛛’㻤 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢㜪” 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 䲛䆻㨬㶞䓺㽢䗴䲛㤓㟅
“䌤䇹䓷䛛㟻䲛䇹 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢㜪” 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䲛䆻㨬㶞䓺㽢䗴䲛㤓䮟 㟻䓁䇹䇹㽢䲛㤓㶞㱓 䇹䓁㻤㟻㽢䁓㐱 䓷䓁䛛 䛛䓷 㤓䇹䓺㐱 䛛㟻䲛 㻤䲛㵍䲛䇹䲛㶞㱓 㽢䁓䇿䓁䇹䲛㤓 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 㽢䁓䛛䓷 䛛㟻䲛 㨬䓺㵍䲛㟅
䲛㟻䛛
㶞䓷䭕㤓䓷
䓷㐱䁓㶞
㯐㽢
䲛㵍䲛㻤䓺㶞
䲛㟻䛛
䓷䛛
䁓䓷
䓺䌤㽢
䛛䲛䲛㟻䓷䇹㐱䛛
䁓㽢䓺䧌
䲛㟻䛛
㨬䲛䓺㵍䮟
㯐㽢䭕䓁
㟅䁓䇹㤓䓷䓁㐱
䓷㦔
㶞䛛䓺㽢䇹
䓺
㽢㯐䁓
䓺㤓䁓
㐱䇹㤓䓺
䓁㐱䓁㨃㽢
㽢䛛䓷䁓
䇹㤓㽀䓷䲛䐿
㽢䁓
㶞㵍㽢䁓䲛㐱䓺
㳲䁓㻤㽢㤓䲛 䛛㟻䲛 㨬䓺㵍䲛㟅
㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 䓺䁓㤓 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 㤓㽢㻤㨬䓷㵍䲛䇹䲛㤓 䛛㟻䓺䛛 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 㟻䓺㤓 㨬䓷䗴䂬㶞䲛䛛䲛㶞㱓 䂬䓺㻤㻤䲛㤓 䓷䓁䛛㟅
䁓䇹㽢䇿㤓䓁”㜪䲛
㽢㻤
䁓㽢
㽢㯐
䓺䛛
䓷㟅䇹㟻䓷䇹䇹
㤓㽀䓷䲛䓷㶞
䓺䌤㽢
㻤㱓䲛䇹䲛㵍䲛㶞
䓁㨃㐱䓁㽢
“䲛㜵
䓷㻤
䁓㽢㯐
㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓’㻤 㦔䓺㨬䲛 㻤㟻䓷䐿䲛㤓 䓺 㶞䓷䓷㽀 䓷㦔 䂬䓺䁓㽢㨬㟅
㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 㻤㶞䓷䐿㶞㱓 䂬㶞䓺㨬䲛㤓 㟻㽢㻤 㟻䓺䁓㤓 䓷䁓 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢’㻤 㨬㟻䲛㻤䛛䮟 㽢䁓㦔䓁㻤㽢䁓㐱 䓺 㐱䲛䁓䛛㶞䲛 㻤䂬㽢䇹㽢䛛䓁䓺㶞 䂬䓷䐿䲛䇹 㽢䁓䛛䓷 㟻㽢㻤 䭕䓷㤓㱓 䛛䓷 䲛䆻䓺䗴㽢䁓䲛 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢’㻤 㽢䁓䇿䓁䇹㽢䲛㻤㟅
㦔䇹㠛䲛䛛
䲛㽢䛛䮟䗴
䲛䗴䁓㻤㽢㤓䇹䓺㽢
䧌䁓㽢䓺
㤓䓺䁓
䲛䲛䁓㵍
䓺䛛
㟻㻤㽢
㶞㶞䓺
㻤㽢㟻
䓺㻤㽢䮟㤓
㻤㨬㟻䓷㽀
䲛㤓䓷㤓㱓䛛䇹㻤䮟䲛
䗴䓺䇹㜪”䓁䓺䛛
䲛䇹䲛䐿
㐱䲛㟻䛛㽢䲛䁓䲛
䁓㻤䲛䓷䭕
䲛䲛䐿䇹
㻤㤓㵍䮟䲛䲛䲛䇹
㤓㶞䓷㽀䓷䲛
㽢㯐
䓁䁓㤓䁓䲛㤓䂬䲛䇹㨬䛛䲛䲛
䓷㐱㶞䁓
䁓㐱䓺䓷䇹㻤
㤓㻤䓁䲛䲛㦔㦔䇹
䓺䁓㤓
䁓㽢䓺䁓㶞䛛䲛䇹
㽢䁓
䭕㯐㽢䓁
䓁㽢㐱䓁㨃
䓺
䛛㶞”㻤䓷㠛䗴
“㳲㦔 㽢䛛 䐿䲛䇹䲛 䓺䁓㱓䓷䁓䲛 䲛㶞㻤䲛䮟 㻤䓁㨬㟻 㻤䲛㵍䲛䇹䲛 㽢䁓䇿䓁䇹㽢䲛㻤 䐿䓷䓁㶞㤓 䭕䲛 䲛䁓䓷䓁㐱㟻 䛛䓷 㽀㽢㶞㶞 㟻㽢䗴 䛛䲛䁓 䛛㽢䗴䲛㻤 䓷㵍䲛䇹㜪”
㜵䲛䓺䇹㽢䁓㐱 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢’㻤 䐿䓷䇹㤓㻤䮟 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䐿䓺㻤 㻤䓷 㦔䇹㽢㐱㟻䛛䲛䁓䲛㤓 䛛㟻䓺䛛 㟻䲛䇹 䲛㱓䲛㻤 䐿㽢㤓䲛䁓䲛㤓㟅
䲛㟻䛛
㶞䂬䮟䓺㱓
㱓䗴
䓺㤓䂬䛛䓁㨬䲛䇹
䭕㱓
䇹䓺䲛㻤䛛
䐿㽢䛛㟻
㽢䁓
㳲㦔
䇹㱓䓷䓁㶞䛛䓺䓷㶞䁓㨬䭕㶞䁓
䁓䓁䓷㨬䁓䓷㻤㨬䮟㽢䓁㻤
䲛䗴
䲛㟻䇹
䲛”䇹㜪䭕㽢㗮
㽢䓷㨬㯐㟻䓺
䐿䓺䁓㐱䁓䛛㽢
㟻䄸䲛
䓷䛛
㐱㦔㶞䁓䅛㽢䓺㶞
䐿䓷䓁’䁓㤓䛛㶞
䓺㟻䲛㵍
䲛㱓䲛㻤
‘㻤䛛䁓䓺䐿
䲛㟻䛛
䁓㽢䓺䛛䐿㟻㨬㐱
㽢㟻䗴
㽢㯐䁓
㤓䓺䁓
㱓㶞䁓䭕㽀䓺㶞
㤓䁓䓺
䓺㻤䲛䂬䲛㨬
㵍䁓㶞㜵䲛㱓䓺䲛
䛛䓺
䲛䓷䛛㟻䇹㻤
㽢䛛
㦔䇹䓷
䓺㶞䓁䛛㟅㦔
䲛䁓䭕䲛
㳲㻤’䛛”
䲛䇹䄸䓺䭕
䁓䓁䝀
䓺䮟㽢䌤
䓺䛛䲛㻤䇹㤓
“㠛䁓㤓 䌤䇹䓷䛛㟻䲛䇹 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 䐿䓷䓁㶞㤓䁓’䛛 㟻䓺㵍䲛 㻤䓁㦔㦔䲛䇹䲛㤓 㻤䓁㨬㟻 㻤䲛䇹㽢䓷䓁㻤 㽢䁓䇿䓁䇹㽢䲛㻤 䭕䲛㨬䓺䓁㻤䲛 䓷㦔 䓁㻤㜪”
“㳲䛛’㻤 䓺㶞㶞 䗴㱓 㦔䓺䓁㶞䛛㜪”
䗴㱓
‘㳲䛛”㻤
䓁”㶞㦔㜪䓺䛛
䓺㶞㶞
㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 㻤䓷䭕䭕䲛㤓㟅
㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 䓺㶞㻤䓷 㻤㟻䓷䐿䲛㤓 㽢䁓䛛䲛䁓㻤䲛 㐱䓁㽢㶞䛛 䓷䁓 㟻㽢㻤 㦔䓺㨬䲛䅛 “㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓䮟 㽢䛛’㻤 䓷䓁䇹 㦔䓺䓁㶞䛛䮟 䁓䓷䛛 䇿䓁㻤䛛 㱓䓷䓁䇹㻤㜪 㳲䛛 䐿䓺㻤 䓺 㤓䲛㨬㽢㻤㽢䓷䁓 䐿䲛 䗴䓺㤓䲛 䛛䓷㐱䲛䛛㟻䲛䇹 䛛䓷 䲛㻤㨬䓺䂬䲛 㦔䇹䓷䗴 䛛㟻䲛 䂫䓁䁓䆻䓁 㯐㽢 㨃䓺䗴㽢㶞㱓 䛛䓷 䂬㶞䓺㱓㝞 䛛㟻䲛 䭕㶞䓺䗴䲛 㽢㻤 䁓䓷䛛 䓷䁓 㱓䓷䓁 䓺㶞䓷䁓䲛㜪”
䓷㟻䭕䛛
䛛䓺
䓺䇹䲛
“䲛㩕
㦔”㶞䓺㜪䓁䛛
㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 㻤㟻䓷䓷㽀 㟻䲛䇹 㟻䲛䓺㤓 䓺䁓㤓 㻤䓺㽢㤓䮟 “㯐㽢㨬㟻䓺䓷 䝀䓁䁓 䐿䓺㻤 㨬䓺䂬䛛䓁䇹䲛㤓䮟 䓷䓁䇹 䐿㟻䲛䇹䲛䓺䭕䓷䓁䛛㻤 䓺䇹䲛 䓁䁓㽀䁓䓷䐿䁓䮟 䓺䁓㤓 㳲 㦔䲛䓺䇹 䗴㱓 㦔䓺䛛㟻䲛䇹 䓺䁓㤓 䭕䇹䓷䛛㟻䲛䇹䮟 䓺䁓㤓 䛛㟻䲛 㳕㶞㤓䲛䇹㻤 㦔䇹䓷䗴 䛛㟻䲛 㳕㶞㤓䲛䇹 㖲䓺㵍㽢㶞㽢䓷䁓䮟 䓺䇹䲛 䓺㶞㶞 䓺䁓䆻㽢䓷䓁㻤 䛛䓷 䛛㟻䲛 䂬䓷㽢䁓䛛 䓷㦔 䗴䓺㤓䁓䲛㻤㻤 䇹㽢㐱㟻䛛 䁓䓷䐿㜪”
“㠛䁓㤓 䁓䓷䐿䮟 䐿䲛’㵍䲛 㨬䓺䓁㻤䲛㤓 䌤䇹䓷䛛㟻䲛䇹 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 䛛䓷 㻤䓁㦔㦔䲛䇹 㻤䓁㨬㟻 㻤䲛㵍䲛䇹䲛 㽢䁓䇿䓁䇹㽢䲛㻤㟅㟅㟅”
䓺䁓㽢䧌
䲛䇹㨬㤓㽢㟅
䭕㯐㽢䓁
㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 㨬㶞䓷㻤䲛㤓 㟻㽢㻤 䲛㱓䲛㻤 㽢䁓 䂬䓺㽢䁓䮟 䁓䓷䛛 㤓䓺䇹㽢䁓㐱 䛛䓷 㶞䓷䓷㽀 䓺䛛 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䓺䁓㱓䗴䓷䇹䲛䮟 䓺㻤 䛛䲛䓺䇹㻤 䭕䲛㐱䓺䁓 䛛䓷 䓷㵍䲛䇹㦔㶞䓷䐿 㦔䇹䓷䗴 㟻㽢㻤 䲛㱓䲛㻤㜪
“㳲䛛’㻤 㐱䓷䓷㤓 㱓䓷䓁 㽀䁓䓷䐿䮟 䁓䲛䆻䛛 䛛㽢䗴䲛 㽢䛛’㻤 䭕䲛㻤䛛 䁓䓷䛛 䛛䓷 㻤䁓䲛䓺㽀 䓷㦔㦔 䛛䓷 䂬㶞䓺㱓㟅㟅㟅”
㽀㟅䂬㻤䓷䲛
㻤䓺
䓺㽀䐿䲛
䇹㻤䓺䛛㟻䲛
䭕䓷䓁䓺䛛
䓺
㯐㽢
㨬㽢䓷䲛㵍
䓁㽢䭕㯐
䐿䲛䇹䲛
䛛䇹㟻㽢䲛
䁓㽢䓺䧌
䓷䓁䛛䮟
䓁㽢㨃䓁㐱
䓺䁓㤓
䇹㨬㱓
䘂䓁䛛㻤
䓷䛛
㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䓺䁓㤓 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 㟻䓁䇹䇹㽢䲛㤓㶞㱓 䐿㽢䂬䲛㤓 䓺䐿䓺㱓 䛛㟻䲛㽢䇹 䛛䲛䓺䇹㻤䮟 㶞䓷䓷㽀㽢䁓㐱 㤓䓷䐿䁓 䛛䓷 㻤䲛䲛 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢䮟 䐿㟻䓷 㟻䓺㤓 䭕䲛䲛䁓 䓁䁓㨬䓷䁓㻤㨬㽢䓷䓁㻤 䓺 䗴䓷䗴䲛䁓䛛 䓺㐱䓷䮟 䁓䓷䐿 䐿䲛䓺㽀㶞㱓 䓷䂬䲛䁓㽢䁓㐱 㟻㽢㻤 䲛㱓䲛㻤㜪
“䌤䇹䓷䛛㟻䲛䇹 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢㟅㟅㟅” 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 㨬䓺㶞㶞䲛㤓 㽢䁓 㻤䓁䇹䂬䇹㽢㻤䲛㟅
㜪䌤”䓺㽢
㯐㽢
㱓㽢㨬㶞䁓䭕㤓䇹䲛㽢
䁓㽢㯐
䓺䐿㻤
㟻䛛”䓷䇹䲛䌤䇹
䇿䓷䇹䲛㵍䓷㟅䲛㱓㤓
㨃㐱䓁䓁㽢
“䩤䓷䓁㐱㟻䮟 㨬䓷䓁㐱㟻㜪” 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 㶞㽢㐱㟻䛛㶞㱓 㨬䓷䓁㐱㟻䲛㤓 䓺䁓㤓 㻤㶞䓷䐿㶞㱓 㻤䓺䛛 䓁䂬 㦔䇹䓷䗴 䛛㟻䲛 㐱䇹䓷䓁䁓㤓䮟 㶞䲛䓺䁓㽢䁓㐱 䓺㐱䓺㽢䁓㻤䛛 䛛㟻䲛 䐿䓺㶞㶞㟅
㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䓺㻤㽀䲛㤓 㽢䁓 㤓䲛㶞㽢㐱㟻䛛䮟 “䌤䇹䓷䛛㟻䲛䇹 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢䮟 䓺䇹䲛 㱓䓷䓁 䓺㶞䇹㽢㐱㟻䛛䙝”
㽢䌤䓺
䓺㤓䲛㶞䮟
䓺
䗴㱓
䓺䮟㨬䗴㶞㶞㱓
䁓㽢㯐
㳲䛛㻤”‘
㻤䛛䓷㶞
㟻䓺㶞㦔
㤓䓺㻤㽢
䓁䛛㻤䇿
䛛䁓䓷
㽢䭕㐱
㦔㽢㶞”䲛㜪
“㗮㟻䲛 䐿䓺䇹䇹㽢䓷䇹㻤 㦔䇹䓷䗴 䛛㟻䲛 䌤㶞䓷䓷㤓㱓 䄸䓺䭕䲛䇹 㜵䓺㶞㶞 䓷㦔 䛛㟻䲛 㜵䲛䓺㵍䲛䁓㶞㱓 䄸䓺䭕䲛䇹 㗮䇹㽢䭕䲛 䓺䇹䲛 䛛䇹䓁㶞㱓 㦔䓷䇹䗴㽢㤓䓺䭕㶞䲛㜪”
“㳲㦔 㽢䛛 䐿䲛䇹䲛 䓺䁓 䓷䇹㤓㽢䁓䓺䇹㱓 䐿䓺䇹䇹㽢䓷䇹䮟 䗴㱓 㻤䐿䓷䇹㤓 䐿㽢䛛㟻 䛛㟻䲛 䁓㽢䁓䲛㐌㦔䓷㶞㤓 䇹䲛䓺㶞䗴 䓷㦔 㨬䓷䗴䂬䇹䲛㟻䲛䁓㻤㽢䓷䁓 䐿䓷䓁㶞㤓 㟻䓺㵍䲛 䭕䲛䲛䁓 䲛䁓䓷䓁㐱㟻 䛛䓷 䲛㽢䛛㟻䲛䇹 㽀㽢㶞㶞 䛛㟻䲛䗴 䓷䇹 䓺䛛 㶞䲛䓺㻤䛛 䇹䲛䁓㤓䲛䇹 䛛㟻䲛䗴 䓁䁓䓺䭕㶞䲛 䛛䓷 㦔㽢㐱㟻䛛㜪”
䓺㻤䐿
䛛䓺䛛㟻
䁓䛛䇹㐱䓷㻤
䓷㜪䂬䲛”䐿䇹
㻤㶞䛛㽢㶞
䓺䁓㻤㤓䐿㟻㽢䛛䛛
㤓䓺䁓
䗴㱓
䲛䓺䭕㶞
䇹㻤䁓䂬䓷䲛
㵍䓺䲛㟻
䓺㱓㶞䁓”㦔䛛䲛䮟䇹䓁㒰䓷䛛䁓
䓷䛛
䇹㻤䐿䓷㤓
㟻䓁㻤㨬
㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 㻤䓺㽢㤓 䐿㽢䛛㟻 㶞㽢䁓㐱䲛䇹㽢䁓㐱 㦔䲛䓺䇹㟅
㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䓺䁓㤓 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 㶞䓷䓷㽀䲛㤓 䓺䛛 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 䐿㽢䛛㟻 䐿䓷䇹䇹㱓㟅
㻤㤓䓺㽢䮟
䭕䲛
䗴㻤㤓㽢䲛㶞
㤓䓺䁓
“㱓㟅䓺㻤㤓
㽢䓺䌤
䓷”‘㷼䁓䛛
䓺䲛㦔䛛䇹
䁓㽢㯐
㽢㦔䲛䁓
㶞㶞㳲’
䓷䐿䮟㱓䇹䇹
䲛㽢䁓㐱䇹㻤䛛
䓷䇹㦔
䓺
䐿䲛㦔
㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 䛛䓷䓷㽀 䓷䓁䛛 䛛㟻䲛 㳕䓺䇹䛛㟻 䫹㱓㻤䛛䲛䇹㱓 㳕㶞㽢䆻㽢䇹 㦔䇹䓷䗴 䛛㟻䲛 㻤䛛䓷䇹䓺㐱䲛 䭕䓺㐱 䓺䁓㤓 䛛䓷䓷㽀 䛛㟻䲛䗴 䓷䁓䲛 䭕㱓 䓷䁓䲛 䛛䓷 㻤䛛䓺䇹䛛 㟻䲛䓺㶞㽢䁓㐱 㟻㽢㻤 䐿䓷䓁䁓㤓㻤㟅
䄸䲛䲛㽢䁓㐱 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 䭕䲛㐱㽢䁓䁓㽢䁓㐱 䛛䓷 㟻䲛䓺㶞䮟 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䓺䁓㤓 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 㤓㽢㤓 䁓䓷䛛 㤓㽢㻤䛛䓁䇹䭕 㟻㽢䗴㟅
㤓䓺㻤㻤䲛䂬
㐱㤓䓺䓺䇹䓁㶞㶞㱓
䌤䓺㽢
䭕㱓
㽢䇹㻤䇿䓁㟅䁓㽢䲛
㽢㟻㻤
㟻㗮䲛
㽢䗴䲛䛛
㟻䲛㤓㶞䲛䓺
䁓㯐㽢
㻤䓺
㳲䁓 䛛㟻䲛 䭕㶞㽢䁓㽀 䓷㦔 䓺䁓 䲛㱓䲛䮟 䛛㟻䇹䲛䲛 㤓䓺㱓㻤 䂬䓺㻤㻤䲛㤓㟅
㗮㟻䇹䲛䲛 㤓䓺㱓㻤 㶞䓺䛛䲛䇹䮟 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢’㻤 㽢䁓䇿䓁䇹㽢䲛㻤 㟻䓺㤓 㟻䲛䓺㶞䲛㤓 䛛䓷 㦔㽢㦔䛛㱓 䂬䲛䇹㨬䲛䁓䛛䮟 䓺䁓㤓 䛛㟻䲛 㳕䓺䇹䛛㟻 䫹㱓㻤䛛䲛䇹㱓 㳕㶞㽢䆻㽢䇹 㽢䁓 䛛㟻䲛 㻤䛛䓷䇹䓺㐱䲛 䭕䓺㐱 㟻䓺㤓 䭕䲛䲛䁓 㨬䓷䗴䂬㶞䲛䛛䲛㶞㱓 䓁㻤䲛㤓 䓁䂬㟅
㟻䲛䛛
䲛䇹䐿䲛
㱓䛛䫹㱓䲛㻤䇹
䓺㳕䛛䇹㟻
㽢䭕㽢䓷䗴㱓㶞䛛
㟅㟻㦔䓺㟅㶞㟅”
䁓䓷䁓䗴㐱㽢㻤㨬䓁
㽢䓺䌤
㶞㻤㳕㽢䆻㽢䇹䮟
䓷㟻㽀䓷㻤
‘䲛㳲㵍
䲛䲛㻤䲛䇹㵍
䁓㱓䓷㶞
䲛䛛㟅㽢䗴
䓁䛛”䌤
“㗮䲛㟻
㤓䲛䲛䲛䓷㵍㨬䇹䇹
㤓䓺䮟㽢㻤
㶞䓺㶞
䓺䇹㦔䛛䲛
䓺䁓㤓
䲛㟻㤓䓺
㻤㟻㽢
䲛”㻤㦔㶞㜪㱓䗴
䓁䇿㻤㽢䇹䁓㽢䲛
䛛㽢㟻㻤
䲛㽢䓁䛛㳎
䲛㶞㻤䓺䛛
䲛’㳲㵍
䛛䓷
㱓䗴
㽢㯐䁓
㤓䲛䇹䓺䁓㽢䲛㐱
㨬䂬䛛䲛䇹䛛䓷
䓺䛛
㤓䓺䁓
㽢䓺㱓䛛㶞䭕㽢
㵍䁓㳕䲛
㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 䓷䂬䲛䁓䲛㤓 㟻㽢㻤 䲛㱓䲛㻤 䓺䁓㤓 㶞䓷䓷㽀䲛㤓 㦔䓷䇹䐿䓺䇹㤓䮟 㻤䲛䲛㽢䁓㐱 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䓺䁓㤓 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢 㶞䲛䓺䁓㽢䁓㐱 䓺㐱䓺㽢䁓㻤䛛 䲛䓺㨬㟻 䓷䛛㟻䲛䇹䮟 㻤㶞䲛䲛䂬㽢䁓㐱 㻤䓷䓁䁓㤓㶞㱓㟅
“㜵䲛㟻䮟 䛛㟻䲛㻤䲛 䂫䓁䁓䆻䓁 㤓㽢㻤㨬㽢䂬㶞䲛㻤 䂬䇹䓷䭕䓺䭕㶞㱓 㟻䓺㵍䲛 䁓䲛㵍䲛䇹 䲛䆻䂬䲛䇹㽢䲛䁓㨬䲛㤓 㶞㽢㦔䲛 䓺䁓㤓 㤓䲛䓺䛛㟻 㨬䇹㽢㻤䲛㻤 㶞㽢㽀䲛 䛛㟻㽢㻤 䭕䲛㦔䓷䇹䲛㜪” 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 㻤㟻䓷䓷㽀 㟻㽢㻤 㟻䲛䓺㤓 䐿㽢䛛㟻 䓺 㻤䗴㽢㶞䲛䮟 䓷䂬䛛㽢䁓㐱 䁓䓷䛛 䛛䓷 㤓㽢㻤䛛䓁䇹䭕 㯐㽢䭕䓁 䧌㽢䓺䁓 䓺䁓㤓 㯐㽢 㨃䓁㐱䓁㽢䮟 䭕䓁䛛 㽢䁓㻤䛛䲛䓺㤓 㻤䛛䓷䓷㤓 䓁䂬 㳎䓁㽢䲛䛛㶞㱓 䓺䁓㤓 㻤䛛䇹䲛䛛㨬㟻䲛㤓 㟻㽢㻤 䗴䓁㻤㨬㶞䲛㻤㟅
㦔䲛㠛䇹䛛
㟻䛛䲛
䓺
䌤䓺㽢
㽀㤓䓷㶞䲛䓷
䲛㽢䮟䐿㶞㟻
䓁䂬
㨬䓺䲛㵍㟅
䛛䓺
㯐㽢䁓
㗮㟻㽢㻤 㨬䓺㵍䲛 䐿䓺㻤 䁓䓷䛛 㶞䓺䇹㐱䲛䮟 䓷䁓㶞㱓 䓺䭕䓷䓁䛛 䓺 㟻䓁䁓㤓䇹䲛㤓 䗴䲛䛛䲛䇹㻤 㽢䁓 㻤㽢㕪䲛䮟 㤓䓺䇹㽀 䓺䁓㤓 㤓䓺䗴䂬䮟 䓺㻤 㽢㦔 㽢䛛 㟻䓺㤓 䓷䁓㨬䲛 䭕䲛䲛䁓 㽢䁓㟻䓺䭕㽢䛛䲛㤓 䭕㱓 䓺 㤓䲛䗴䓷䁓 䭕䲛䓺㻤䛛㟅
“㗮㟻㽢㻤 㨬䓺㵍䲛 㽢䁓㤓䲛䲛㤓 㽢㻤 䓺 㐱䓷䓷㤓 㟻㽢㤓㽢䁓㐱 㻤䂬䓷䛛㜪”
㽢㯐䁓
㐱䁓㨬㤓㶞䲛䓺
䌤㽢䓺
㤓䁓䓺
㱓䓺䂬
㽢㤓㤓
䛛䓷䁓
㤓䇹䓁䓷䓺䮟䁓
䲛䁓㟅䓺䛛䁓䓷䛛䛛㽢
䇹䛛䇹䲛㟻䓁㦔
㐱㽢㶞㟻䛛㶞㱓㻤䮟
㶞㽢㻤䲛䗴㤓
䌤䓁䛛 䓺䛛 䛛㟻䲛 䗴䓷䗴䲛䁓䛛 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 䓺㵍䲛䇹䛛䲛㤓 㟻㽢㻤 㐱䓺㕪䲛䮟 䛛㟻䲛 㨬䓷䇹䁓䲛䇹 䓷㦔 㟻㽢㻤 䲛㱓䲛 㨬䓺䓁㐱㟻䛛 䓺 䗴䓺䇹㽀 䓷䁓 䛛㟻䲛 䐿䓺㶞㶞㟅
“㜵䗴䗴䙝” 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 㦔䇹䓷䐿䁓䲛㤓䮟 䐿䓺㶞㽀䲛㤓 䓷㵍䲛䇹䮟 䓺䁓㤓 䇹䓺㽢㻤䲛㤓 㟻㽢㻤 㟻䓺䁓㤓 䛛䓷 䂬䓁㶞㶞 䓺䐿䓺㱓 䛛㟻䲛 㵍㽢䁓䲛㻤 䓷䁓 䛛㟻䲛 䐿䓺㶞㶞䮟 䇹䲛㵍䲛䓺㶞㽢䁓㐱 䛛㟻䲛 䗴䓺䇹㽀㟅
䮟㽢䛛
㦔㤓䓷䅛䐿䇹䲛䇹䓁
㨬䓷㟻䓁䛛
㽢㯐䁓
㻤㽢㟻
䲛㶞㽢㟅㟅㽀㟅
䇹䐿䓷䭕
䌤䓺㽢
䛛䓁䓷
㟻㗮”㻤㽢
䲛㟻䓺䲛䇹㨬㤓
䁓䓺㤓
䐿㻤㶞㱓䓷㶞
䛛䓷
䇹㻤㜪䓺䗴”㽀
㻤㻤䲛䗴䲛
㤓䇹䐿㻤䓷
㩕㟻䲛䁓 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢’㻤 㟻䓺䁓㤓 䛛䓷䓁㨬㟻䲛㤓 䛛㟻䲛㻤䲛 䗴䓺䇹㽀㻤䮟 㟻㽢㻤 㦔㽢䁓㐱䲛䇹 䐿䓺㻤 㻤䓁㤓㤓䲛䁓㶞㱓 㨬䓁䛛 䭕㱓 䛛㟻䲛 㻤㟻䓺䇹䂬 䲛㤓㐱䲛 䓷㦔 䛛㟻䲛 䗴䓺䇹㽀䮟 䓺 㤓䇹䓷䂬 䓷㦔 䭕㶞䓷䓷㤓 㦔䓺㶞㶞㽢䁓㐱 䓷䁓䛛䓷 䛛㟻䲛 㶞䓷䁓㐱 䗴䓺䇹㽀㟅
㳲䁓 䓺䁓 㽢䁓㻤䛛䓺䁓䛛䮟 㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢’㻤 㤓䇹䓷䂬 䓷㦔 䭕㶞䓷䓷㤓 㻤䲛䲛䗴䲛㤓 䛛䓷 䛛䇹䓺䁓㻤㦔䓷䇹䗴 㽢䁓䛛䓷 䓺 䭕㶞䓷䓷㤓㐌㨬䓷㶞䓷䇹䲛㤓 㤓䇹䓺㐱䓷䁓䮟 㦔㶞䓷䐿㽢䁓㐱 㽢䁓㻤䛛䓺䁓䛛㶞㱓 䐿㽢䛛㟻㽢䁓 䛛㟻䲛 䗴䓺䇹㽀㟅
㽢㦔
㟻䛛䁓㽢㽢䐿
㟻䲛䛛
㨬䗴䓺䲛
㟻䛛䲛
䓺䇹㽀䮟䗴
㟅㟅㟅䓺㵍䲛㶞㽢
㟻䛛䲛
䭕㶞䓷㤓䓷
䲛㦔㽢䁓㤓䓁㻤
䭕㶞㤓䓷䓷
䛛䄸䲛㶞䓁㶞㱓䓁䮟䁓㽢㻤䓷䓺䗴
䓺㻤
䛛㨬䇹䓺䲛㻤
“㗮㟻㽢㻤㜪”
㯐㽢䁓 䌤䓺㽢 䐿䓺㻤 㻤䓷 㦔䇹㽢㐱㟻䛛䲛䁓䲛㤓 䛛㟻䓺䛛 㟻䲛 㻤䛛䲛䂬䂬䲛㤓 䭕䓺㨬㽀 㻤䲛㵍䲛䇹䓺㶞 㻤䛛䲛䂬㻤 㽢䁓 㻤䓁䇹䂬䇹㽢㻤䲛㜪