Daughter! Don’t You Understand the First Thing About Filial Piety?!

Chapter 62

Daughter! Don’t You Understand the First Thing About Filial Piety?!

“Dad, you’ve been awfully chummy with Ren-kun from next door lately,” Hana Tanaka observed, her eyes narrowed at her father, Kenji Tanaka, who stubbornly was still in her Magical Girl Black outfit. “Ah, Hana-chan! Well, Dad and Ren-kun were just… discussing your future marriage prospects with him!” Black stammered, a bead of sweat forming under her bangs. “Still in that ridiculous getup, Dad? And why haven’t you changed back for days? The neighbors are starting to give us looks!” “A Magical Girl must always be vigilant against the encroaching Evil Organization threatening our beloved city!” “Enough excuses! Tell me the truth, Dad!” Hana demanded, hands on her hips. After a long long while of silent, Black sighed, “Hana, my dearest daughter… your dear Okaasan, before she passed, wished for my happiness. And Ren-kun… he’s just like her. So gentle, so kind! It must be her, reincarnated as a boy! This magical power, this frilly costume… it was all granted so I could be with her again!” Hana recoiled. “Dad, that’s… that’s completely ridiculous! You can’t actually be planning to marry him!” “And why shouldn’t your Dad find a little joy?!” Black fumed, cheeks flushing, “Don’t you understand the first thing about filial piety?! One more word of your youthful impertinence, and Ren-kun will be your new step-father by sunset!” “You crazy old fool! So that was your twisted plan all along! Fine! If it’s a battle you desire, then a battle you shall receive! Only one Tanaka is walking out of this living room alive!” “Prepare yourself! Witness my ultimate technique! God-Severing Cleave!!”

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ᯖᮟᮧ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᯗ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮗᮕ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮢᮕᮘᮕᮞᮣᮙᮦᮕᮼ

ᯛᮑᮞᮩ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮥᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮣᮙᮝᮙᮜᮑᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮖᮙᮓᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮵ᯔᮙᮢᮕ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮼ᮵ ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮵ᯛᮑᮗᮕᮼ᮵ ᯗᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮺ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮕᮑᮛᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮢᮗᮥᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮢᮕᮘᮕᮞᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ—ᮟᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮣᮤᮼ

ᯜᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕᮺ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮙᮣ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮵ᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜᮣᮼ᮵ ᯔᮟᮢ ᮕᮨᮑᮝᮠᮜᮕᮺ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮝᮑᮞᮑ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮢᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮕᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮕᮔᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮖᮥᮞᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮖᮥᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮔᮑᮙᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮺ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮥᮤᮟᮝᮑᮤᮙᮓ ᮢᮕᮓᮘᮑᮢᮗᮕᮼ ᯏᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮞᮑ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮢᮦᮕᮣ ᮗᮕᮞᮕᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮩ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮼ

ᯑᮟᮢᮢᮕᮣᮠᮟᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜᮣ ᮙᮞᮓᮜᮥᮔᮕ ᮵ᮀᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮀᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ᮵ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮵ᮀᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯓᮞᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ᮵

ᮄᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜᮣ ᮗᮢᮟᮧ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮑᮣ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮔᮕᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮕᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮝᮑᮞᮙᮖᮕᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ

ᯏᮝᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮣᮛᮙᮜᮜᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮄᮕᮜᮕᮠᮑᮤᮘᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮟᮢᮕᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮖ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮢ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ᮵ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣᮺ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮣᮕᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮝᮑᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑᮞᮩᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ—ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮗᮟᮔᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮙᮜᮜ ᮙᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮧᮘᮕᮜᮝᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮣ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮟᮟᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮢᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮠᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮤᯍ

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮝ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮼ ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩᮼᮼᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮙᮔᮕᮑ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮕᮤᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮼ ᯛᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮘᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮥᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮢᮙᮣᮙᮣᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᯖᮕᮜᮜᮟᯍ᮰

᮰ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᯍ᮰ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮖᮙᮨᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛᮣ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮜᮙᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣᮼ

᮸ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮔᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢ ᮙᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮼᮼᮼ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮗᮥᮙᮜᮤᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᯍ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᮯ᮸

᮰ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ᮰ ᯖᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮣᮙᮗᮞᮙᮖᮙᮓᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮝᮼ ᮰ᯏᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᯍ᮰

ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᮼ ᮰ᮇᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮢ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮃ ᯑᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮑᮢᮗᮕᮤᮕᮔ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ ᮇᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮥᮜᮤᮕᮔ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯚᮙᮥᮜᮙ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮢᮝᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮣᮼ᮰ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮤᮘᮼ ᮰ᯒᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮢᮥᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕ ᮔᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮂᮕᮔᯍ᮰

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮛ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ ᮰ᯜᮟᮺ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮑᮤᮘᮩ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮧᮟᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮗᮟ ᮑᮣᮛ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮣᮼ ᯏᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮑ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮼ᮰

᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮗᮟ ᮓᮘᮕᮓᮛ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮣ ᮞᮕᮨᮤᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮢᮥᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮺ᮰ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮼ

ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯒᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮥᮠᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮤᮟ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᯍ᮰

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮣᮼ ᮰ᮅᮘᮺ ᮞᮟᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮟᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮘᮑᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮞᮟᮧᮯ᮰

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮼ

ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮜᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮞᮑᮝᮕᮔ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮕᮝᮒᮢᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮓᮕᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮻᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮸ᮃᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮵ᮤᮘᮙᮢᮣᮤᮩ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ ᮧᮙᮖᮕ ᮧᮙᮔᮟᮧ᮵ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮤᮙ᮪ᮕᮞᮣ ᮚᮟᮛᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮣᮕᮕᮝ ᮑᮧᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮕᮞᮤᮘᮥᮣᮙᮑᮣᮤᮙᮓᮼ᮸

᮰ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜᮼ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᯉ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮕᮣᮝᮕᮢᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ᮰ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮤᮙᮤᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮜᮩᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮣᮼ ᮰ᮃᮘᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᯍ ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮞᮕᮢᮦᮟᮥᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮚᮟᮢᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮞᮕᮓᮕᮣᮣᮑᮢᮩ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮙᮤ—ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᮠᮥᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮼ᮰

᮸ᯗᮖ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮜᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ᮸

ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮑᮩᮼ ᮸ᮇᮑᮙᮤᮺ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮗᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᯍ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮝᮟᮤᮙᮦᮕᮣᮼ᮸

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮟᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᮼ ᮸ᯓᮞᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮑᮔᮺ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘᮼᮚᮠᮗᮼ᮸

ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮗᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮑᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮜᮩ ᮖᮢᮥᮣᮤᮢᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮼᮼᮼ

ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯒᮑᮢᮛ ᮃᮟᮓᮙᮕᮤᮩ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮒᮑᮤᮤᮜᮕᮺ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯕᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕᮝᮕᮞᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮢᮕᮗᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮢᮑᮔᮑᮢᮼ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮘᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮣᮤᮼ ᯏ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮑᮗᮟᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮘᮟᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮕ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮥᮢᮣᮥᮙᮤ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮙᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᯒᮑᮢᮛ ᮃᮟᮓᮙᮕᮤᮩᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮧᮕ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯑᮑᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮠᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ ᮄᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮙᮗᮞᮟᮢᮕᮔᯍ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮘᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮟᮓᮙᮕᮤᮩᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮕᮑᮢ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮓᯍ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮗᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥᮤᮘ ᮒᮕᮗᮙᮞᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮩ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮗᮕᮞᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮔᮕᮓᮑᮩᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮗᮑᮝᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᮇᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮥᮣᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮢᮟᮥᮔᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮧᮙᮔᮕ ᮠᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮢᮟᮒᮕᯉ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮗᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢᮼ

ᯏ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᯛᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮙᮖᮖᮜᮩ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮼ ᯗᮤᮣ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮝᮕᮢᮕ ᮔᮕᮓᮟᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮓᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣᯈ ᮰ᯗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮥᮢᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮑᮢᮤᮙᮣᮤᮙᮓᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮔᮕᮝᮑᮞᮔᮣᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮢᮣᮥᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮑᮢᮤᮼ ᯖᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮙᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮥᮣᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᯗ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮢᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᮼ᮰

᮰ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᯛᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮒᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮕᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮥᮣᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮑᮔᮝᮙᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯒᮑᮢᮛ ᯛᮟᮟᮞ ᮁᮥᮕᮕᮞᮺ᮰ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᯛᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮙᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮢᮤᮼ ᯜᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮕᮘ ᮘᮕᮘᮮ᮰

ᯏ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮙᮞᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮢᮕᮑᮼ

᮰ᮆᮕᮢᮩ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮥᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮓᮕᮕᮔ ᮑᮓᮓᮟᮢᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮣᮯ᮰

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮣᮕ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮥᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮙᮝᮥᮜᮤᮑᮞᮕᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕᮻᮢᮟᮒᮕᮔ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮥᮢᮣᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢᯈ ᮰ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᮯ ᮃᮘᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮣᮓᮢᮙᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮃ ᯑᮙᮤᮩᮯ ᯚᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮤ ᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮜᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮓᮑᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮓᮙᮤᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮢᮣᮯ ᯗᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮗᮞᮟᮢᮕ ᮥᮣᯉ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮔᮕᮕᮔᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᯕᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕᮝᮕᮞᮺ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮜᮕᮕᮯ ᯗ ᮘᮟᮠᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮑᮞᮑᮗᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮠᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮣᮓᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮼ ᯜᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮻᮟᮞᮼ ᯏᮝᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮢᮑᮺ ᮞᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮕᮝᮕᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮠᮙᮤᮓᮘ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮒᮢᮕᮕᮔ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᯝᮞᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮦᮟᮥᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮔᮕᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮢᮥᮤᮘᮺ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮕᮓᮛᮜᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮃᮤᮢᮑᮧᮒᮕᮢᮢᮩ ᮃᮧᮕᮕᮤᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮤᮘᮟᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮕ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮣᮙᮗᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮢᮕᮗᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᯔᮥᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮢᮥᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮑᮓᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮢᮣ—ᮕᮣᮣᮕᮞᮤᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮟᮓᮛᮧᮑᮦᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩᮼ ᯝᮢᮔᮙᮞᮑᮢᮩ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮖᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮟᮢ ᮔᮑᮝᮑᮗᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣᮼ

ᯛᮟᮢᮕᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕᮤᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮃ ᯑᮙᮤᮩ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮑᮜᮤᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕᮼ

ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮢᮕᮓᮛᮜᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮟᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮕᮤᮘᮟᮔ ᮑᮜᮙᮗᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮥᮤᮑᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤ ᮙᮝᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮟᮖ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮥᮢᮩᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮢ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮙᮞᮑᮜᮣᮺ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮢᮟᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮦᮟᮛᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮟ ᮒᮢᮑ᮪ᮕᮞᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮣᮕᮧᮕᮢ ᮦᮕᮢᮝᮙᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮜᮟᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮒᮜᮑ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮞᮼ ᮅᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮔᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮟᮢᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮞᮓᮙᮞᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮒᮥᮗᮣᮯ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮑᮩᮯ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮢᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮦᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣ ᮑ ᯒᮟᮝᮑᮙᮞ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮃᮤᮢᮑᮧᮒᮕᮢᮢᮩ ᮃᮧᮕᮕᮤᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮃᮘᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᯛᮟᮔᮕᮺ ᮞᮟᮢ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮟᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕ ᮧᮑᮢᮝᮤᮘᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮥᮣᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮕᮓᮥᮢᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮜᮑᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮤᮕᮢᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔᮼ

ᯜᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮔᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮞᮔᮙᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮢᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮓᮘᮟᮙᮓᮕᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮙᮕᮖ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮖᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮥᮓᮘ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮢᮞᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮢᮢᮕᮜᮕᮦᮑᮞᮤᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮦᮕᮞᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘᮺ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮜᮑᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮟᮒᮜᮙᮤᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮗᮥᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮢᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮙᮤᮩᮯ

ᯗᮞ ᮑ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮜᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᯛᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮖᮜᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮃ ᯑᮙᮤᮩ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮥᮢᮣᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮖᮜᮑᮝᮕᮣᮼ

ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮖᮜᮟᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯏ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ

᮰ᯔᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

Daughter! Don’t You Understand the First Thing About Filial Piety?!

“Dad, you’ve been awfully chummy with Ren-kun from next door lately,” Hana Tanaka observed, her eyes narrowed at her father, Kenji Tanaka, who stubbornly was still in her Magical Girl Black outfit. “Ah, Hana-chan! Well, Dad and Ren-kun were just… discussing your future marriage prospects with him!” Black stammered, a bead of sweat forming under her bangs. “Still in that ridiculous getup, Dad? And why haven’t you changed back for days? The neighbors are starting to give us looks!” “A Magical Girl must always be vigilant against the encroaching Evil Organization threatening our beloved city!” “Enough excuses! Tell me the truth, Dad!” Hana demanded, hands on her hips. After a long long while of silent, Black sighed, “Hana, my dearest daughter… your dear Okaasan, before she passed, wished for my happiness. And Ren-kun… he’s just like her. So gentle, so kind! It must be her, reincarnated as a boy! This magical power, this frilly costume… it was all granted so I could be with her again!” Hana recoiled. “Dad, that’s… that’s completely ridiculous! You can’t actually be planning to marry him!” “And why shouldn’t your Dad find a little joy?!” Black fumed, cheeks flushing, “Don’t you understand the first thing about filial piety?! One more word of your youthful impertinence, and Ren-kun will be your new step-father by sunset!” “You crazy old fool! So that was your twisted plan all along! Fine! If it’s a battle you desire, then a battle you shall receive! Only one Tanaka is walking out of this living room alive!” “Prepare yourself! Witness my ultimate technique! God-Severing Cleave!!”

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