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

Chapter 65

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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ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮑᮔᮙᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮙᮠᮜᮕᮣ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮥᮠᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮖᮙᮢᮝ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩ ᮣᮧᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮦᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤᮼᮼᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮵ᮒᮥᮤᮼ᮵

ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕ ᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯏᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮜᮜᮙᮗᮕᮞᮤ ᮝᮑᮞᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮜᮟᮡᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮖᮤᮕᮞ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕᮣᮣᯉ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝ ᮢᮕᮡᮥᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮟᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮨᮼ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᯛᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮓᮢᮙᮣᮙᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮢᮻᮝᮕᮤᮘᮟᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮧᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜ ᮙᮣᮣᮥᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮜᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᯜᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮜᮟᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮑᮢᮗᮥᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮟᮦᮕᮜᮙᮣᮤᮙᮓ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮜᮙᮕᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮕᯉ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮝᮟᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮕᮜᮟᮡᮥᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯛᮙᮣᮜᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮔᮕᮒᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮥᮒᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮝᮙᮔᮔᮜᮕᮻᮑᮗᮕᮔ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮧᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮙᮠᮜᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮢᮕᮤᮕ ᮵ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣ᮵ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮙᮝᮠᮜᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮧᮙᮣᮘᮖᮥᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮜᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜᮣ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮔᮢᮑᮧ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮘᮟᮠᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮢᮒ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮕᮑᮢᮼ

ᮀᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮟᮖᮤᮕᮞ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮤᯈ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮞᮕᮗᮑᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮦᮙᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮥᮢᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮑᮣ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤᮙᮓᮕᮼ

ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮺ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮢᮗᮥᮝᮕᮞᮤ—ᮒᮥᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮑᮩᮺ ᮰ᮇᮘᮩ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮢᮒ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮞᮕᮗᮑᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᯛᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢ᮰ᯍ

ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮙᮤᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮃᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮣᮟᮞᮻᮙᮞᮻᮜᮑᮧᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮞᮺ ᮑᮣ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮣᮥᮗᮗᮕᮣᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮥᮞᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮺ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮓᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮑ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᯓᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮝᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮑ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᯍ

᮰ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮺ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮢ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᮼ ᮀᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮙᮦᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ᮰ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮑᮔᮥᮜᮤᮣᮼ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮕᮣᮘᯉ ᮧᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮕᯍ᮰

ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮩᮕᮤᮼ

ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ—ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮢᮝ ᮢᮕᮖᮥᮣᮑᮜ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮕᮑᮢᮞ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮑ ᮠᮥᮞᮓᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮛᮞᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮙᮤᮩ ᮙᮞ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮒᮕ ᮙᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮝᮕᮜᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮧᮙᮝᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕᮺ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮔᮥᮓᮕ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮞᮼ ᯜᮟᮧᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮓᮟᮢᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮢᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮠᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᯈ ᮰ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮻᮔᮕᮣᮤᮢᮥᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮑᮙᮢ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮠᮥᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮦᮕᮞᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮑ᮪ᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛᮣ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮟᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮢᮑᮞᮤᯈ ᮰ᯛᮑᮩᮒᮕᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮣᮑᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮺ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᯍ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮕᮞ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᯐᮑᮙ᮪ᮘᮙ ᮔᮙᮕᮔᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮞᮟᮧᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮖᮑᮥᮜᮤᮺ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮝᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮟᮒᮣᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮙᮣ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮙᮤᮼ ᯗᮖ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢᮣᮑᮜ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ—ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮝᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮇᮘᮙᮤᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮧᮑᮢᮝᮤᮘᮼ᮰

ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮞᮕᮜᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮑᮝᮕᮔ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣᮯ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮣᮟᮜᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮟᮞᮕᮜᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮕᮞᮻᮠᮜᮥᮣ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔᮜᮩ ᮰ᮖᮑᮙᮜᮕᮔ᮰ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᯍ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮒᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮣᮟᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮕᮓᮜᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮙᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮠᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮕᮝᮒᮢᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮛᮙᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮧᮙᮤᮓᮘᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮧᮙᮤᮓᮘ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮔᮥᮓᮕ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮟᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮜᮩ ᮜᮕᮓᮤᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮗᮞᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮒᮣᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮜᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮜᮣᮕᮼ

ᮇᮘᮟ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮟᮞᯍ

ᮃᮤᮢᮑᮧᮒᮕᮢᮢᮩ ᮃᮧᮕᮕᮤᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮕᮤᮙᮢᮕᮔᮼ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮣᮤ ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮖᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮠᮥᮒᮜᮙᮓ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ ᮇᮘᮟ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤᯍ

ᯜᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮃᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮼ ᯏᮣ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤᮺ ᮑᮓᮤ ᮣᮠᮟᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ—ᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮦᮥᮜᮞᮕᮢᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮞᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮜᮣᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮼᮼᮼ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮕᮙᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮢᮟᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮟᮢ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮠᮕᮞᮔᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᯝᮒᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮒᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗᮼ ᮄᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮒᮜᮥᮞᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮕᮝᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼᮼᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮞᮔᮥᮜᮗᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮒᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮖᮙᮕᮢᮓᮕᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮠᮕᮞᮔᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮜᮣᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮒᮟᮥᮞᮔᮑᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮟᮨᮙᮓᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮄᮟ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮢᮥᮔᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮖ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮦᮙᮜᮜᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩ ᮜᮕᮑᮔ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮒᮩᮣᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮕᮠᮢᮑᮦᮙᮤᮩᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮕᮝᮠᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮢᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤᮙᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮠᮟᮙᮣᮟᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮥᮣᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮣᮘᮑᮝᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮙᮝᮝᮟᮢᮑᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮥᮞᮖᮑᮙᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮜᮑᮧᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮑ ᮓᮑᮤᮺ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮨ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮼ

ᯝᮞᮓᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮒᮟᮥᮞᮔᮑᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮢᮥᮣᮘ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮣᮜᮙᮔᮕᮼ

ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮔᮥᮜᮗᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮛᮙᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕᮼ ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮼᮼᮼ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯏ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮺ ᮠᮕᮢᮝᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮢᮝᮺ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮓᮜᮙᮠᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮛᮙᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮤᮕ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᯐᮑᮙ᮪ᮘᮙᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮝᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤᮺ ᮝᮑᮩᮒᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮙᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᯍ

ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᯖᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮣᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᯖᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕᮑᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮢᮔᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᯏᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮟᮒᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮑᮧᮑᮢᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮼ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᮉᮑᮞᮗ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮑᮤᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮔᮺ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮥᮓᮓᮕᮣᮣᮖᮥᮜ ᮝᮙᮣᮓᮘᮙᮕᮖ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮢᮟᮝᮙᮣᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮓᮑᮠᮤᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮙᮠᮣᮼ

ᮼᮼᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮢᮤᯍ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮢᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᮼ ᯏᮢᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞᮙᮤᮩ᮵ᮣ ᮙᮞᮙᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᮼ ᮃᮟᮺ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮔᮟ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᯛᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮢᮕᮠᮕᮑᮤᮕᮔᮜᮩ ᮠᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮕᮞᮤ ᮔᮑᮩᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᯖᮥᮝᮑᮞᮣ ᮘᮑᮤᮕ ᮖᮕᮓᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮝᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮙᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮞᮓᮙᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮤᮟᮢᮙᮑᮜ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮣᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮔᮟᮗᮣ ᮝᮑᮢᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮥᮢᮙᮞᮕᮼ ᮀᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮟ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮟᮖᮤᮕᮞ ᮣᮓᮟᮢᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣᮼ

ᮃᮙᮝᮙᮜᮑᮢᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮣᮕᮜᮦᮕᮣ ᮣᮩᮝᮒᮟᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮖᮟᮟᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮩᮝᮒᮟᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮙᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮒᮙᮤᮑᮤ—ᮤᮘᮥᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞ ᮰ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮼ᮰ ᮄᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮒᮕᮞᮕᮖᮙᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜᮼ

—ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮞᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮣᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤ ᮑᮢᮤᮺ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮕᮨᮑᮝᮠᮜᮕᮺ ᮕᮨᮙᮣᮤᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮥᮗᮗᮕᮣᮤᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞ ᮠᮕᮢᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮙᮞᮦᮟᮜᮦᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮠ ᮠᮣᮩᮓᮘᮟᮜᮟᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮙᮣᮣᮥᮕᮣᮼ ᯖᮥᮝᮑᮞᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮢᮥᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮓᮙᮦᮙᮜᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮙᮦᮙᮜᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮺ ᮙᮞᮖᮜᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᯛᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮠᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮥᮜᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕ ᮑᮢᮤᯍ᮰

ᯖᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮥᮞᮙᮦᮕᮢᮣᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮟ ᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮒᮑᮢᮛᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮑ ᮚᮟᮥᮢᮞᮕᮩᮼ ᯝᮓᮓᮑᮣᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮕᮣ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮑᮜᮩ᮪ᮕ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮥᮜᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕ ᮑᮢᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮕᮢᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮅᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ

ᯏ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮕᮞᮓᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮓᮢᮩᮣᮤᮑᮜ ᮓᮟᮖᮖᮙᮞᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮜᮩ ᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜᮼ

ᯜᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮘᮕ ᮑᮞᮑᮜᮩ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ—ᮑ ᮔᮕᮑᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᯍ

ᯕᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᯍ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮒᮟᮔᮙᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮦᮙᮤᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕᮼ ᮵ᯕᮙᮢᮜ᮵ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮕᮞᮕᮣᮙᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮢᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮢᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ ᯏ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮕᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖᮯ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮑᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼᮼᮼ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮜᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮯ

ᯏ ᮔᮕᮑᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮝᮥᮜᮤᮑᮞᮕᮟᮥᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮤᮧᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘᮺ ᮣᮩᮝᮒᮟᮜᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮕᮨᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮜᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮢᮤᮯ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮢᮤᮧᮟᮢᮛ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮯ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮑᮢᮤ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮯ ᯜᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜᮯ

ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᯛᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮟᮢᮞᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮠᮑᮙᮞᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮘᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮕᮨᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮑᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ

ᯖᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮔ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮑᮢᮤᮧᮟᮢᮛᮣᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮇᮘᮟ ᯒᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᯏᮞᮗᮕᮢᮺ᮰ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮇᮘᮟ ᯒᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮀᮑᮙᮞᮺ᮰ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮇᮘᮟ ᯒᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮃᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧᮺ᮰ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮇᮘᮟ ᯒᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᯘᮟᮩᮺ᮰ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮇᮘᮟ ᯒᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᯒᮕᮣᮠᮑᮙᮢᮺ᮰ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮇᮘᮟ ᯒᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮀᮕᮑᮓᮕᮼ᮰

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮥᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮙᮕᮔᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮠᮙᮕᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮢᮤ ᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮼ

ᯖᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮒᮚᮕᮓᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮤᮧᮟᮢᮛ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮗᮟᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᮇᮘᮟ ᯒᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᯖᮑᮠᮠᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ᮰

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮑᮢᮗᮕᮤᮺ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮧᮑᮣᮼᮼᮼ

ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᯕᮙᮢᮜ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯖᮕᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮚᮟᮛᮕᮯ ᯒᮟᮕᮣ ᯐᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮡᮥᮑᮜᮙᮖᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᯍ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮣᮥᮜᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮘᮟᮟᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᯛᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮝᮟᮣᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

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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