Arei-gyou: One day, while my grandfather was riding his bicycle down a cliff, my grandmother suddenly heard a baby’s voice, and my grandfather seemed to be sucked down the cliff as if into the front wheel of the bicycle. It is said that he fell down. It was a bit scary but interesting story my friend had, who had been practically living in an internet café for over ten years. His typing was too skillful; he was like a Kirito-type… providing welding personnel… for modified vehicles. Arei-gyou… mentioned something about “utsuu: impossible paint.” General Battle Private. I was deeply impressed when my best friend shared a story about his grandfather. We had spent too much time chatting in this online world, with content that was strange. One day, if my grandfather hadn’t stopped his bicycle, he would have died in the next moment, but it was so intricately mixed that the bicycle was all tangled up in gravel. It seemed to be all messily intertwined with the bicycle. Then, the wheel that integrated with a snake was called “Zeus,” and it began to be worshipped. The snake intertwined with the bicycle that I bought from a thousand was eerie and unpleasant. Out of fear of the snake’s nest, the villagers began to speculate that he had gone mad. When my grandfather fell, looking at the bicycle, the snake was dead, all tangled messily in the spokes of the front wheel. Perhaps it shocked him that he had killed the snake; he began to say, “I jumped into the wheel to protect the North.” Advancing into the collision with engineering. Arei-gyou: But, the power of Zeus is real, right? Hey, did you know about things like this? My grandmother’s shock worsened her illness, and she became unwell. After that, Zeus was disposed of by the family as just a bicycle wheel. My grandfather created his own prayers and rituals during work breaks, and he worshipped Zeus every day. “Our family is protected by Zeus,” he insisted on faith, but no one believed him. It was a photo of his two hands; the right hand had two fingers, and the left hand only had three. Kutakata utsuu: That’s an amazing story… I was just astonished by that tale. Arei-gyou: Being sucked in. Hey. Arei-gyou: Everyone in the family is like that. Arei-gyou: My parents and sister too. Arei-gyou: When I saw the machines spinning rapidly at the factory…