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(1) Prologue, whose name is Shah Klockdahl

"Look, it's that little ghost coming!"

On the side of the road, a fat man with a full beard. Pretending to be drunk, he deliberately squeezed the little boy who passed by.

Suddenly, a child with clear eyebrows was pushed to the ground by a sudden force. On the ground, the little boy raised his little face. Although he frowned because of the pain, he could still vaguely see a trace of stubbornness in his eyes.

This is not the first time that such an "accident" has occurred. Although the little boy has become accustomed to it over the years, the little boy pretended to lower his head in his eyes. Still angry, and a little puzzled.

patted the dusty little backpack, and the little boy didn't cry or make a fuss. Silently, he continued to walk forward, disappearing at the end of the path.

Feeling embarrassed, the bearded man spat at the mouth: "Bah! Damn the little ghost, it's still a nobleman! It's just a broken heir・・・・・

After saying that, the bearded man picked up the wine jug that still had half a pot left. Kicked the small rock that stood in the way, and stood up with a shaky twist. After another sip of low-quality rice wine, he also left the grocery store where not many people came to drink.

The little boy who was knocked down is 7 years old. It is the orphan of a broken jazz nobleman on this small island. By the way, he has a name, Shah Klockdahl.

(2) There is no rainbow after the rain, I will take it back with my own hands

The breeze blew and the grass rippled. A little boy was lying alone on the grass with his arms crossed.

He has a dogtail in his mouth. The little boy stared blankly at the white clouds floating in the sky. I don't know what his little head is thinking, but the smile that arouses from time to time, or the long silence from time to time, all show that the little boy is not in a calm mood.

"Hey! Klockdahl・・・・・・ don't hide, get me out. ”

Suddenly, a shout and scolding broke the little boy's hard-won peaceful time.

The little boy propped himself up. A slightly heroic little face was revealed. The ear hooks he wore shimmered in the sunlight.

"Hmph, I said who it is, it turns out that you are the defeated general!" As he spoke, the little boy naturally crossed his hands over his chest, and a look of contempt and disdain appeared on his face.

"Damn the shit, I'm the son of a baron. After you are a little jazz, you dare to ・・・・・・" is known as a defeated subordinate, and a few little children on the opposite side suddenly looked like cats with their tails stepped on. Immediately exploded. Especially the fat boy led by one of them retorted loudly with a thick neck.

It's a pity that the little fat man hasn't finished speaking. The little boy known as Klocodahl waved his hand impatiently: "You have said this many times, you are not annoyed, I am annoyed." ・・・・・・Let's talk about it, Lyle! ”

"Good. Don't think you're good・・・・・・ cousin, he beat me. The little boy stared at the fat boy Lyle for so long. I thought they were a few little kids, and they were going to do it hard with themselves again. I didn't expect this fat boy to be scared by Klockdahl last time, and this time he held it for so long, so he released such a "big move"!

looked at the tall young man who was invited out by many little children and stars. Klockdahl smiled contemptuously, looking at the young man's angry appearance. I knew that it was the so-called gangsters on the island again.

"Enough trouble! Come on・・・・・・"

Looking at Crocokdal's mocking look, the young man who was angry was unhappy for a while. It's obviously just a little kid, why do you act calm.

Stinky little ghost, I'm Ryan a senior member of the boxing club. The gangster young man shook off the explosive head dyed in flowers, but put on a posture in a similar way: "Little ghost." Why don't you dare to go on・・・・・・ it's really a bastard who doesn't have a father and mother!"

"What did you say・・・・・・ apologize to me!" Hearing the word "mongrel", little Klockdahl's face turned gloomy.

"Hahaha! It's funny・・・・・・ am I wrong? The people on the island say that, you're a ・・・・・・" The young man's words really pulled hatred, and he didn't finish his words. Little Klockdahl was furious, quickly approached the young man, and punched him in the face.

It's a pity that the fist is still some distance away from the young man, and it was caught by the young gangsters who had been prepared for a long time. In the end, the gangster youth is very experienced, even in the face of a young boy, he uses language to provoke anger. And little Klockdahl, even if he usually pretends to be mature, is just a child. In a fit of will, I was really fooled.

The young man who grabbed Klockdahl's fist finally showed a wicked laugh that had succeeded in his conspiracy: "Heyhaha! ”

was suddenly pulled hard by the big hand, and little Klockdahl also knew that the next step would be very bad. Gritting his teeth, he simply gave up the frontal defense.

And the gangster youth didn't let go of this excellent opportunity, the empty other hand. He clenched his fist hard and smashed it into the little Klockdahl who was being pulled over.

"Ahh

But soon, little Klockdahl gritted his teeth. Kicking on the ground with one foot, he made a side kick in the air, and kicked the gangster youth away with an injury in exchange for injury.

I really don't know what kind of perseverance this is, let the little people. stiffened with severe pain, and reflexively wanted to bite the other party.

After the fight, both involuntarily flew out upside down. Struggling, Klockdal Jr. struggled to brace himself. Crookedly walked with firm steps towards the gangster youth. And the little boy's behavior actually made the gangster youth feel panic for no reason. Such a terrible little ghost is really a little fierce beast in human skin.

"Bang!" there was a crisp sound, and before Klockdahl could glance back, he fell to the grass with his eyes black.

The one who did the black hand was the fat kid who had been acting timid before, Lyle. No one expected that this little kid would have a black hand. It's so neat.

"Ahh・・・・・・・・・・・・h What's more, in the face of little Klockdahl, who began to lose blood and whose life and death were unknown. Now this group of people is in chaos. I just want to get away from here.

And the fat boy threw down the stick and ran away first. It made everyone so palpitated that they didn't dare to stay, and fled like birds and beasts.

The silence on the grass was terrible, except for the occasional whistle of the wind, whining. I don't know how long it took, but gradually the sky became darker and darker, and the depression was terrible.

"Tick!" the first drop of rain hit the grass.

With the loud sound of "Lili~!", the rain became heavier and heavier. It's like pouring out some dissatisfaction.

The rain ran down the side of the little boy's face, taking away a touch of bright red and dripping into the earth. The cold breath finally woke the little boy from his coma.

Even though the rain was hitting him, the little boy looked at the sky and became more and more distracted. "Daddy, Mommy・・・・・・ are you here?" As if to hold something, the little boy unconsciously stretched out his hands・・・・・・

In the depths of that untouchable memory, the little boy vaguely remembered every time it rained. There is always a pair of warm palms holding his little hands on the side. Holding an umbrella on one side. Protect him from the heavy rain.

"Are you all right in Heaven!?・・・・・・ Is there a rainbow there!!!As you said, it's a rainbow after the rain!!!" a touch of heat fell from his eye socket unconsciously. Held in the palm of the hand by the little boy.

"It's raining so hard・・・・・・ it'・・・・・・s falling into my eyes, and it's still hot," the little boy desperately wiped off the heat that gushed out, trying to pull out a smile, but couldn't.

The rain was still pouring down, and the air was terrible.

The little boy opened his arms and let the rain hit him. Raise your head. The longing turned into a roar of vented rage.

The sound of falling rain was mixed with the boy's childish roar. It reverberated in the open meadow, and then drowned in the sound of heavy rain and could no longer be heard.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain finally stopped. The little boy raised his little wet face, as if he was looking for something. Pity. Even with his eyes wide and his neck stretched. I didn't see a trace of a rainbow on the sunny sky.

The little boy wiped the bitterness from his mouth, and finally stopped waiting, but resolutely turned his back to the descending sun.

The fingers that were lost and unwilling to let the little boy clench turned white. Finally, he couldn't hold it back, and turned into a low mutter: "It's all a lie, after the rain・・・・・ there is no rainbow at all! It's all a lie・・・・・・ the sea, and it won't let you come back at all." ”

The little boy's eyes were frighteningly red, but he bit the corners of his lip. A trace of sparkle swirled in his eyes, and while no one was paying attention, the little boy quickly wiped the heat from the corners of his eyes.

With an extremely firm tone, little Klockdahl raised his little face and looked into the distance: "Sooner or later, one day, I will conquer everything you have and take back what belongs to me with my own hands・・・・・・"

"And until then, I swear that I will never shed tears again!" I swear in the name of Sir Shah Crocodall・・・・・・"

The small back, pulling a long shadow in the sunset, but revealing incomparable firmness. This year Klockdahl was 9 years old, and 6 years old.

There is only one major event that has happened on the island, and that is Sir and Mrs. Shah, who have always been happy with people. The caravan led by the caravan was caught in a storm on the way back from the sea and was confirmed to have died in the sea.

To be continued、、、、、、

PS: These are two articles about Klockdahl's childhood, and they can be regarded as rice worms' brain supplement to the president's past experience! At the same time, in this chapter, I went through the anti-theft chapter. Because this one is a gift only for all genuine subscribers.

PS: Due to time constraints, there are only (1) and (2) for the time being. But my plan is at least (three), (four), or even (five). There is enough time for the following, and it will be written. In the same way, some words are only dedicated to readers who have subscribed to the original version. This is a May Day gift that belongs to you!

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