Why Does Muichiro Forget Novels & Stories

"You know like, we get to know each other again. We just forget what happened to the past and we just focus on our mission to getting our Land back. For our people." "Mizuko..." He raised his hands to hold his sisters shoulder, making her face him. "Forgetting doesn't help you. Yes, we will take our Kingdom back but you can slowly tell Kenshi. Are you really afraid that he'll get mad at you for shooting him? What's this? Are you the one who forgot what he said the last time you saw him?" Mizuko looks away. She couldn't remember what he said that night and it was like as if it was just a dream. When she woke up, everyone had treated her with extra care but she never talked with Keisuke nor Pi

The hoop… had definitely been raised by at least 30 centimeters. “YAMADA MIUUUUU!” Takuto roared, waving the honey-soaked rope like a battle flag. “You called~?” Miu peeked out from a huddle of girls, crumbs of honey bread at the corner of her lips. “CEO~ You should know… the working world is cruel~” Takuto retreated to the equipment shed, chalk in hand, drawing a battle strategy map on the floor. “Knowns: Miu has past-life memory She knows all my athletic habits

"And these things are bad for you." He scrunched it in his fingers and swallowed it whole. "Very nice," Miaka sneered at him. "I can do what I want you know?" They all disagreed quietly in their own ways. Only Eigen spoke up. "Careful, if you wont want me to reprogrmme you for the seventheenth time." Miaka shuggered and nodded, afraid of losing more memories. Each memory she lost was a physical pain. A hole in her empty brain and heart.

- "He... I don't recognize him Emma. That's not the Mauricio I know. I didn't make a commitment to a man who tries to take me by force, Emma." I got up without action and got dressed, looked for the bedroom door and when I left I found Roberto and Clarice in the hallways, trying to understand what had just happened. Emma Since Mauricio killed his father, he always has some crises that end up resulting in this, in his losing control, but this only happens after he dreams about what happened. I had never seen him like this before, it was a surprise even to me. I thought that he didn't have this anymore, because he has had years of intense psychotherapy and it had been a few years since this ha

"I remember nothing, so, technically not in my lifetime either." Muzan laughed at the joke. "What are you suggesting I do?" I asked. He shook his head. "Nothing much..." He said. There was silence between us before he started again. "You don't remember, but...you had a mate when I was brought here..." Oh, yes. Part of the curse is that I lose all my memory in a hundred-year cycle. That happened when Muzan clocked 15. I knew of this "mate". He had told me about her over and again, so much that I almost knew what it was like living with her.

I sank into Kane's arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth where no one would see. Of course, I knew what Mnemowort could do. It would be excruciating, but there was a good chance it would bring back his memory. I couldn't let that happen, not yet. Not until my game was over.

If you hesitate a little, you will pull out the words: “You will bleed until you get help.” Tea is not festive patterns you impose! Come on move. Even before affectionate Mairiko does not intercede. And it gives so much to teach that even the memory, once so tenacious, refuses, groans. The mouth tears with a yawn, tends to sleep. However, it was not even this that bothered the young novice most of all... What were the lessons? So - it does not matter, victorious. Her main grief was Tamir. Oh, how rare their meetings have become!

' Panic began to grow as she searched the whole house and soon realized that Mickey was gone too. True the rat was not one to always hang around the house. But it has never been gone for more than two days without announcing its return by breaking one of her porcelain plates or China wares. Could their disappearance only just be a mere coincidence? Right now, memories of her vow, his reason for marrying her and her reason for helping him in the first place flew to her mind. He's only half dead. He knows not where his body is and has no memory of his past. I'll help him find these so that he would leave me be.

I pulled the trigger immediately, and she screamed louder than ever, but she didn't die because the barrell hadn't gotten to the bullet. "Third time's a charm," I said to her with a smirk as I held the trigger. She shook vehemently for a while. Then she stared into my eyes, and I didn't break contact. She tried to play smart. I knew Marco was ill, and she knew that I wouldn't hurt him, but what she has forgotten is that I also knew Marco could rarely remember any of them. He had a problem with his brain, I had forgotten his condition, but he could barely recognise himself, and he had been stripped of his position as the don a long time ago.

Even the few accomplishments I was allowed to take credit for had been forgotten in an instant, as if erased from memory. And for every failure of his that I had quietly taken responsibility for, no one remembered or acknowledged my sacrifice. He had kept me by his side all this time not out of love but because I was efficient. Because he couldn’t afford to lose control over someone like me—someone who worked for him without question, without reward or freedom.