The 4th episode of Deep of Muscle.
The following is a fan-translation of the Japanese content.
Credit and thanks go to Gunnar Iron
Summary[]
The story behind the sad birth of Emperor Mixer and how he joined the Team Mariposa.
Story[]
Chapter 1[]
Part 1[]
【Prologue】
Mixer Taitei.
He is a member of the Mariposa Team, the flying team led by Kinnikuman Mariposa that competed in the survival match for the Kinniku Star Throne.
He is one of the few men to have defeated the invincible superhero, the flaming Kinnikuman, in an official match.
He is also the only man to have fought Alexandria Meat in an official match in the ring. And he is the only man to have fought Alexandria Meat in an official match in the ring, and while he defeated Kinnikuman, he was defeated by the child superhero Meat-kun in his first fight.
He has a bad mouth, but never loses his refinement in calling himself "I", and before the fight he showed his love for puppies, but he brutally killed one of them to demonstrate to the general Mariposa.
But he never forgets the respect he has for Mariposa, the woman who found him.
He has a huge mixer that can not only stir things, but also separate them, and with this mysterious technology, he succeeded in separating 69.05 million out of the total 70 million power of the "Power of Fire" from Kinnikuman. This huge amount of power was sealed away in the Great Hall of Evil in the Heavenly Realm, causing Kinniku Man to continue to struggle until the very end of the tournament, and at the same time, prolonging the end of the battle for the throne.
However, it's a little known fact that the lovable little villain, Mixer Daiichou, is a superhero from Japan. It's not uncommon for Japanese looking superheroes such as Wolfman, The Ninja and Big the Budo to be credited as being from Japan. However, it is very rare for a superhero with no apparent connection to Japanese culture to be identified as being from Japan. And it is in such casual information that the great secret of his birth as a deformed being is hidden!
In this article, I would like to tell you a little about the tragic past, the birth and the origins of this rather minor but unique figure...
Part 2[]
It is said that in the far east of the world map there is a city of dreams, full of light.
Such a legend has existed in Europe since ancient times, and the land that is thought to be the land of this legend does indeed exist.
Japan, a small island nation once called Zipangu, the land of gold. Many years have passed since then, but its capital, Tokyo, still shines with light.
But is that light really the warm, dazzling dream that everyone once longed for? Or is it nothing more than a physical phenomenon of light?
This is Tokyo, the island of dreams. The starting point of the world's dreams.
It is sad to say that, despite all the noise about the Great Recession and the disparity in society, Japan is still one of the richest countries in the world.
This was especially true in the early 1990s, just before the bursting of the bubble economy. In the 1980s, during the upswing to the peak of the bubble, the Japanese people were certainly full of dreams and hopes.
There was a time when Japan was the envy of the world, with a hint of jealousy and contempt, as a land of food, money and consumption.
In Tokyo, the capital of Japan, people from all over the country, and indeed the world, came with their dreams. Tokyo City, the city that never sleeps, the glittering boulevards, the nightless castle of the world where the lights never cease to shine, the city of dreams that continues to shine in the far east.
But the more glamorous a civilisation is, the more it has both merits and demerits.
A symbol of this sin rather than merit is the "Island of Dreams", a huge artificial island that suddenly appeared as a landfill site on the outskirts of Tokyo, facing Tokyo Bay, shortly after the war.
In the midst of the glitz and glamour of this consumer culture, a huge amount of waste was being produced, a quantity that was soon to exceed the capacity of society to process it. The so-called "waste problem" has arisen.
In time, however, a temporary solution to the problem was offered. The authorities found a way of dealing with it in land reclamation projects. This was started shortly after the war, and since then new landfill sites have been added one after another in Tokyo Bay.
The term "Yumenoshima" was first used to describe the landfill site.
The first reclamation project to be completed was an artificial island called Tokyo Bay No.14 Landfill. This is also the area where "Yumenoshima", which was originally a common name, was later adopted as the official name of the place. However, because of this, the image of the island as a waste disposal site has been firmly established, but a major turning point has occurred. However, a major turning point has come about: a large-scale greening project sponsored by the authorities is being promoted here.
About ten years after the landfill was completed, the area was transformed into the Tokyo Metropolitan Government's "Yumenoshima Park", a place of greenery and relaxation. Today, it is one of the city's most popular green spaces, and on weekends and holidays it is a popular place for people to walk and play sports.
However, this is by no means a fundamental solution to the rubbish problem. New landfill sites, not just the second and third, but the fourth and fifth "Dream Islands", have been built one after the other, and with each new landfill site, problems of marine pollution, soil contamination and ecological impact continue to emerge. This is the current state of Japan's waste problem.
And there is another major problem that even the so-called experts of the world have completely overlooked and which cannot be overlooked. This is the fact that it has recently come to light that "new chojin are being born one after another from here"!
In fact, the main character of this episode, the Great Mixer, is one of them! He was once a sad, evil superhero who was born out of endless resentment from a pile of rubbish that was dumped on the Island of Dreams!
Many of you may be surprised to learn this shocking fact for the first time here. So, to put your mind at rest, let me give you a brief introduction to the life of the Great Emperor.
He was first born about 20 years ago, before he joined the flying team. He was made in a small factory in downtown Tokyo. Not as a chojin, of course. He was made as a household mixer, an appliance that every family should have. He was a normal size. When he was born, it was never that big.
Almost 20 years later, he would never have imagined that he would have become a chojin. He would have spent the rest of his life as a domestic mixer in the kitchen of an ordinary, peaceful family, surrounded by the smiles of happy wives and children. In fact, the first thing he did was to start living the life he had envisaged.
It was a hot summer day when he left the factory.
The first time he was displayed in front of the public was in a large department store, in the electrical appliances section. Instead of a humble life locked away in a warehouse until a buyer could be found for his stock, he made his debut as an exhibition piece, attracting the envy of shoppers. A smooth-talking saleswoman lays out in front of him a selection of fruit, all cut up quickly and in a variety of colours. Melons, bananas, strawberries, oranges, lemons, pineapples... As the crowd watches, she takes the lid off his head, which is a blender, pours in all the delicious fruit, a little ice and milk and turns it on! That's when he really comes into his own!
He puts his full strength into the motor inside the body. The sharp-edged propeller inside the body begins to whirr and bang, crushing the fruit and ice inside into a chunky mess. It only takes ten seconds to get going. In a matter of seconds, a delicious mixed juice is ready!
It's a great demonstration, and the customers rush to get in line. A young couple in their thirties, with one young boy and one young girl. It was a hopeful start.
From that day on he made mixed juice every day. The children never tired of it, and begged their mother for it every day before they went to school.
“In the morning, my ticking will be your alarm clock!”
This was his secretly proud thought as he took on a firm role in the household.
Part 3[]
But such a happy life came to an end.
It started when the children were in primary school and moved up to secondary school. One day, they suddenly stopped wanting mixed juice...
First of all, it was the older boy who started to refuse the mixed juice. He became a bit more mature and switched to coffee. He no longer cared for mixed juice. Shortly afterwards, the girl also started to make a fuss about her diet and started to buy and drink ready-made vegetable juice.
He felt a twinge of frustration, especially at the girl's attitude: "Damn, I could provide her with a much healthier and tastier vegetable juice than those ready-made packets!”
This is how he feels about the vegetable juice packets, but deep down he still dreams about the possibility of making them. However, his wife, who was busy from early in the morning, never had the energy to make her own vegetable juice from a dozen different kinds of healthy vegetables.
As the children grew older, there were fewer and fewer opportunities for everyone to sit around the table together.
No one asked for mixed juice anymore. It was lonely.
Then, the worst disaster of all befell him. It was a day when his wife was watching a cooking programme and, inspired without a second thought, decided to try a new dish. On the cathode-ray tube, which his wife was watching intently, he saw a suspicious display: "How to make a sardine burger".
He had a bad feeling about this. A few hours later, his wife had bought a large quantity of raw sardines. A few hours later, his wife had bought a large quantity of raw sardines and shoved almost all of them inside his own body!
“No, no, no, think again! If I do that, my body will smell fishy and the kids will hate me even more! Please don't!"
However, in spite of his pleas, the sardine burgers were completed, making full use of his mixer function. That night at the dinner table, the children were not pleased.
“Mother! I hate this! I'd rather have a hamburger made from ordinary meat!”
“It's a pity, because this mixer looks so good on TV. I wanted to drink my mother's mixed juice for the first time in years!”
“What?”
The mixer almost burst into tears when he heard these words, but then his wife's words knocked him out of heaven and into the depths of hell.
She said, "Well, this one doesn't work any more, so let's buy a new mixer.”
The joyful conversation between father and son seemed so far away.
"Is my role finished?”
He ask myself. He smells a bit fishy, but it's still functioning perfectly. It's still good for another ten years!
“They are not going to buy another one!"
But the next morning he was dumped in the local rubbish dump...
But the next morning he was dumped in a rubbish dump in the neighbourhood... and that evening he was transported to the so-called "Island of Dreams". He was surrounded by the same junked appliances as he was.
Many of them were never going to be able to move again, but some of them, like himself, could still make it. Later that day he heard the sobbing of thousands of appliances. He heard himself sobbing too...
“I thought they were my family.... I hate people, I hate people..."
Even when the sobbing of the appliances around him ceased, he continued to cry.
It was winter. Under the long, dark, cold sky, exposed to the freezing night wind, he just sobbed and sobbed. The next day, and the day after that, he sobbed. The tears froze at night and thawed by day.
In the spring, the insects that had crawled out of the house would invade and build their nests in the proud body of the house. The rainwater of summer rusts the blade of the pride and joy, and the pigment of the dead leaves of autumn stains the glass of the pride and joy. It too has decayed and is no longer something to be proud of.
Every day I wait, motionless in the same place, for the perfect natural death to come... Without limbs, you can't even commit suicide. If this is not the hell of the world, what can we call it?
“Helping others is the only joy of an appliance. So what is the purpose of living when you are no longer needed? For what purpose was I born? All I wanted to do was to work for people who needed me. So I couldn't forgive those people who created themselves and abandoned their responsibilities.”
He could never, never forgive them!
If only he had been able to move a little, I would have been able to kill those selfish people with his own hands.
Then the next winter came... one cold morning.
He woke up with his eyes swollen as usual, with two arms on either side of his body, a strong waist and two legs underneath.
It took me a little while to understand the situation, but finally I did.
His wish had been granted by God! Now he had been reborn as a chojin!
── To be continued
Chapter 2[]
Part 1[]
Born in a factory as an ordinary household mixer, bought, used and abandoned by humans. Ever since that night when he arrived on this island of dreams and cried himself to sleep, he was supposed to stay here in silence, in endless solitude, waiting for the perfect death. It had been almost a year since he had arrived here, and he was finally ready.
But life is never about making up your mind. You never know what is going to happen one day. You never know what will happen in life!
Who could have imagined such a ridiculous thing? Even he was confused at first.
But now he has grown arms and legs. And they are not hairy like animals, nor inorganic like scarecrows in the field. They are muscular limbs, like those of a fearless human athlete. It has five fingers each, and can probably grasp anything.
“I don't know what to do..."
When he saw this, he did nothing but think calmly. The first thing he thought of was something very simple.
“How the hell do I move my arms and legs?”
At first he didn't even know how to do that, because he had never moved of his own accord before. It was only a household mixer, of course.
As he pondered this, he suddenly heard a voice behind him. Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.
“You've done it, haven't you? You've done it!”
He couldn't tell who it was, because he couldn't even look back. But he was surprised to find someone so close to him, so he turned to the unseen voice and asked.
“I don't know who you are, but what do you mean? Do you know something about the situation?"
“No, no, I'm just a little surprised, it's been a long time since I've seen a chojin transformed.”
"A long time? How often does this happen?”
“Not often, but very rarely. I've been travelling around the world for almost a hundred years now. This is the third time in my life that I have seen a creature like you transformed into a chojin.”
“A hundred years? You've lived for 100 years, and you've seen three of them?
“Yes, one in Belgium and one in America. And you're the third one I've seen, here in Japan.”
The world is a big place... there are other people who have performed such incredible miracles. But for now, he wanted to deal with the matter at hand first.
“Then tell me!”
“What's the matter?”
“It's a good thing I've got arms and legs, but I'm ashamed to say I don't know how to move them. How do I get it to move?”
"Fffffff. It's very simple. The first thing you have to do is to stand up on two legs. You have a motor in your body that you are used to. Now imagine that you can transfer that power to your new legs.”
And guess what? The legs of the mixer began to twitch slightly.
Part 2[]
"It's working! It's working!"
"Yes. Well, then, be brave and get up on your knees and try to put the soles of your feet on the ground.”
The knees of Mixer, who was lying on his back, bent and the soles of his feet touched the ground. The mixer was still on his back.
Now try to transfer the force to your arms. Press your elbows and fists hard into the earth.
The mixer's upper body came up!
Now the limbed mixer was on his buttocks. Concentrate the power of his arms on his elbows and the tips of his arms, and the power of his legs on the backs of his feet, and jump!
With all his strength, Mixer slammed his elbows and fists into the ground with all his might! His upper body jumped up in reaction, and he wobbled a couple of times, but he kept his feet on the ground and fought to keep himself from falling. Eventually the vibrations subsided and his balance stabilised.
The only contact surfaces were the soles of his feet. Mixer was on the ground!
“Well done. Congratulations to the young Japanese mixer!"
“I stomped my foot! I flail my arms! I jumped! I can move! I can move as I please! So far I've only been able to move the blade inside my torso, but now I can move my whole body with these arms and legs! I can move at will! I'll be able to use my palms to grab anything I want!”
He could now, through his own will and research, create the best mix of juices that any human being could ever make, no longer depending on the ability or taste of the person using it.
Until now, we had to leave it to the will of man to decide what he wanted to make as a mixer. And that was the fate of a "tool". He couldn't choose his own ingredients, he couldn't throw them in. From now on, however, Mixer can go out and look for our own ingredients, he can carefully select and examine the best ones. He can even open the lid of his own head and throw it in with my own hands at any time I like. He'll probably never have to be forced to eat raw sardines again.
In short, he has broken free from complete human control. For a man born to be a tool, this is a tremendously revolutionary event.
Mixer wonder if there is any other mixer in this world in such a privileged position. It must be just him!
“Ha ha ha! I've done it! I'm in your debt, old stranger!"
He turned his free body around to say a few words of thanks to the man who had given him the advice, only to find a very old and worn-out foreign mixer laying there forlornly. He was surprised.
“What! You had the same mixer as me? No wonder..."
But there was no reply.
"What's the matter, old man, why are you suddenly so quiet?”
He walked up to him with my legs, which I could now move, and finally realised that he hadn't answered. No wonder he didn't answer. It was only natural that he didn't answer, because he had completely lost his breath before he knew it.
When he put his face close to his, Mixer could smell something fishy, like sardines.
“The old man must have been abandoned for the same reason I was.”
The reason he died at this time may have been his age, but perhaps the most important reason was that he had nothing left to lose. He must have been so relieved to have been able to leave everything to himself that he passed away.
“What a thing to do. Isn't this a great responsibility? In order to repay his kindness, I must use my abilities for the future of my fellow mixers, who are being treated unfairly all over the world. I want to help them to make the best mixed juice they can, with their own hands and their own wisdom. If we can do this, we will show that we are a better species than humans. It would also prove that our tools are not mere slaves to us.”
In short, to master the ways of the mixer with one's own hands is to take revenge on the nasty humans!
His ambition was so great, and his determination so strong, that he soon began to call himself "The Great Mixer", as an oath that he would never stop being a mixer. This was the origin of the name "The Great Mixer".
He studied hard and worked tirelessly to become the best mixer in the world.
── To be continued
Chapter 3[]
Part 1[]
What do you need to learn as a “mixer emperor”? Firstly, learning. The best mixed juice comes from the best ingredients. That's why he traveled all over the world and tasted all kinds of ingredients. He travelled to various countries in Africa, South America, India and South East Asia, as well as Japan, Europe and China, to find out from the locals how to make the local dishes and what they had to offer. He kept detailed records of his findings and compared and contrasted the data to come up with his own answers. This is what is known as fieldwork, and his meticulous approach to research is said to have been so meticulous that it would have surprised even the best cultural anthropologists.
Not only did he learn from experience, but he also learned a great deal about nutrition. In addition to the taste of the food, he also made sure that the health benefits of the food were taken into account, especially in terms of mixing.
Another commendable aspect of the project was the thoroughness with which it was carried out.
During his time on the island, the blades inside his body had rusted, the electrical circuitry had collapsed, and the glass in his body had cracked. But simply repairing them and putting them back together would be boring. He wanted to increase the power of his machine.
The most important modification was to increase the size of the body.
Originally, he was just a household mixer, and in the early days, his size was about as common as it gets. When he grew arms and legs, he became a bit bigger, but he was still a bit like a big mixer. That was about it.
However, his vision was to create the ultimate mixer. He wanted it to be tough enough to mix all the ingredients in the world. So there was only one answer. The big is better than the small," was the conclusion he reached. He had to recklessly increase the size of the container when changing the parts, which gave him an incredible height of 245cm!
Of course, in order to make up for the increased size of the container, he had to train his arms, legs and back to the limit. And after all his hard work, he has also achieved a great deal of physical growth! He now have the strength and confidence to mix any amount of food!
It's not just the size of the container, but the rusty blade inside has been replaced by a huge, reinforced ceramic cutter that is extremely sharp. What's even more amazing is that he secretly went back to university to study electrical engineering from scratch. The result is an extreme mixer with the power and speed of a Formula 1 engine.
The result was an extreme mixer with the power and speed of a Formula 1 engine. This was the centrifugal separation of the ingredients.
This function, which is the opposite of the stirring function, is also surprising because, thanks to the great emperor's meticulous manipulation, it is possible to achieve incredible separations.
For example, what happens when you throw a bun filled with red bean paste into the mixer?
If you use the conventional mixer function, it will only be a paste of steamed buns with bean paste and skin evenly mixed, but if you use the separation function, various separation patterns will be possible by the meticulous operation of the Great Emperor. For example, it is possible to separate the steamed buns into bean paste and skin without damaging them at all, and it is also possible to separate only the sugar content and change them into steamed buns with 0% sugar content.
Part 2[]
At this point, one might have suspected that he was no longer a mixer, but he insisted that he was a mixer.
“I am not a weapon or a weapon's weapon, I am not a laboratory tool. I am not a weapon or a weapon's weapon, I am not a laboratory tool, I am a household mixer whose main function is to make mixed juice. Nothing more, nothing less."
This is the usual response to the praise he receives from those who have witnessed his superpowers, but it is not an act of humility.
To remind himself of this, when he replaced almost all the parts of his body, he had only one special screw implanted in the back of his head. The screw was a memento of the old man's mixer, which he had taken apart to teach himself to walk.
"As long as I have this, I will never forget what it means to be a mixer..."
And so the great emperor travelled the world and transformed his mixer into what he now calls the ultimate mixer.
Today, after an absence of several years, he has finally returned to his native Japan.
“Aisle Be Back!”
He has only one goal: to reunite with the family that abandoned him, to reaffirm his worth and make them regret it!
“I've given up a great talent like me because I throw away my tools too easily. So from now on, don't throw away your tools so easily!”
He wanted to sit down with his whole family and give them a lecture.
The first thing I had to do was to find the nippy wife, who had stuffed his body full of sardines. She would need to be taught a good lesson in what a mixer is.
“You don't know anything," he said, "from the mixed juices I used to make. I used to just cut up the fruit and throw it in my bowl, but now I see that I didn't mix it in the right proportions. And now I'm going to prove it right in front of you! You'll be amazed to see how much better a mixer I am than you, a human being, at making mixed juices!”
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With this in mind, he arrived to the town where the family he knew lived.
Seeing the emperor strolling towards the house, the grandparents and grandfathers pass by one after the other. It can't be helped. In peaceful Japan, where they rarely see chojin in their daily lives, it's hard to deny that this is a somewhat incongruous sight: a giant mixer with 245cm long arms and legs parading around the town.
On the contrary, however, children have no fear. There were two, three, four, five of them, each carrying a school bag. Two, three, four, five, they come running up to me in turn, flapping their hands and putting their handprints on my proud body. Apparently they were trying to test their mettle. It was very depressing.
"Stop it, you're staining me with grease!"
When the emperor shouts this, they scatter in all directions like spiders, but after a while they gather again nearby and repeat the same thing. This is why he hate children!
The emperor was so angry that he finally slapped one of the children. It was easy to make him cry. They get carried away easily, but their mental immaturity and fragility are also very strong. He made a show of showing off and began to cry noisily.
“Is this the Japanese boy of today? What kind of children are these young people being brought up to be these days! I'd like to see their parents' faces!”
Then, from the other side of the park, a young woman came running towards me at high speed.
“What's wrong with you?”
“T-that big weird container suddenly hit me, and then...hiccup...hiccup...hiccup...hiccup!
The emperor became more and more irritated by this silly excuse.
“That's why I hate children!"
But these words did not go down well with the kid parents, who trusted their son's every word and just spoiled him. The furious mamma did not care how the emperor looked at her, and came at her with a fierce complaint.
“Don't you think it's shameful for a grown man to make a child cry? You should apologise! Get down on your knees and apologise to Kou-chan right now! Now, hurry up!”
This wife is not afraid of anything either, as she threw a low kick at the emperor's strong, raw legs and continued to curse at him... The Great Emperor was a little unhappy, but he could imagine that this kind of wife, who was so excited that she lost her cool, would no longer be able to discuss the matter. At any rate, he'll apologize for the moment.
“No, I was not mature enough. I'm really sorry about that.”
As he bowed his head, he noticed that his wife, who was wearing short trousers, had a large stitched cut on her knee. It was a very familiar scar.
I wondered if this woman could be.... Isn't she the sister of the brother and sister of the family I used to live with?
── To be continued
Chapter 4[]
Part 1[]
The emperor raised his head and looked at the woman's face intently. She was a little older and no longer had the youthfulness of a high school girl, but her face was still very much intact. He was sure that she's always had this tantrum thing going on. There is no doubt about it. He was pretty sure she's the sister!
“Oh, you! It's been a long time! It's me, the blender who's been making you mixed juice since you were a kid! Remember, when you were a kid, every morning you'd...”
"Huh? I don't know anyone who's as weird as you. It's disgusting!”
What kind of attitude does this woman have when it comes to this great emperor?
“I'm sorry, but I'm married.”
“No, no," he said. “There is no way I would be interested in a human woman. I'm a mixer, after all"
“Oh, a mixer? Do you work in the music industry?”
“No, no. I’m a mixer.”
He wonder if she's this stupid... Mixer remembered that his appearance had changed a lot since then.
“I beg your pardon."
So the emperor decided to start his demonstration here, as a way of apologising.
“I'm going to show you how to cook a delicious meal. Now I'm going to serve you all a delicious, delicious mixed juice. Ha ha ha!”
“Let's go, Kou-chan. Don't take things for free from strangers.”
“Wait, wait, wait! Why are you so well educated in this area?”
“Let's go home.”
“All right, all right! You can sit here. There's a bench. I'm going to treat you to a cup of tea or something. As a token of my apologies!"
The mother and son looked at the emperor suspiciously, but decided to sit down anyway.
The mother and son looked at him suspiciously and sat down.
“But the lady! I have a hunch that you used to drink a lot of mixed juice in your day, didn't you?”
“I remember my mother used to make it for me every morning. But it wasn't very tasty... I wonder where that mixer has gone?”
“Oh, no! You used to ask for it every morning and you used to drink it with pleasure! And you threw it away yourself! And now, today, it's back in front of you! Ha ha ha!”
Part 2[]
The emperor shouted many such words of curse in his heart, but he had to hold back and be patient. In order to make the woman in front of him shed tears of joy, reminiscence and regret, it is useless to appeal to her ears with bitter words. The most effective and most important thing is to appeal to the sense of taste itself!
Knowing this, the emperor could only pretend to be a street vendor.
In the meantime, before her eyes, the mixed juice was being prepared with great skill. The best fruits from her travels around the world were cut and laid out neatly in front of the mother and son. Before long, the child is in a good mood and is delighted by the colourful beauty of the fruit.
“What do you think, little one? Doesn't it look good?”
“Yes! Well, sir... I'm sorry I touched you so much earlier.”
”Oh, he's a surprisingly obedient child.”
'Oh, that's good! Let's make up for it with this juice, shall we?”
"Yes!"
All the fruit in the world was thrown into the body of the emperor, and the switch was turned on!
A huge blade of reinforced ceramic rumbled and in just five seconds the mixed juice was ready.
"There, it's ready. Come on, sis, have a drink!"
A rich, sweet aroma emanated from the mixed juice in the glass. It's an excellent product, made by the emperor, with the nostalgic taste of her mother at its core, but with a more modern twist, with each sweet element expanded. The aim was that one sip of the juice would bring back the memories of the past, sealed in a box of memories, with a few more beautifications.
“Delicious! Oh yes, I miss this taste! I used to ask my mother to make it for me every morning before school! That's a good memory. By the way, what kind of blender did you use to make that juice?”
“Well, you know. It had a red top and a black base. I think it was a mixer just like my brother's, only smaller! But it was much smaller!”
"Wow! You must have been very fond of that mixer if you remembered all that.”
“No, not really.”
“What?”
“I just remembered that my mum used it to cook some weird food, and she threw it away because it smelled so bad. So I got a new one, but the new mixer was really good! I'm still using it!”
“So you've been using it for about ten years now?”
“Yes, that's right. I bought it when I was in high school, so yes.”
"Oh, I see. You must be a very protective person about your tools.”
“Of course! It's not good for the tools if you throw them away!”
“But what about the mixer before that?”
"So, my mum and I were saying that the mixer we threw away could have been used if it had been cleaned a bit more. I felt I had done something wrong. That's why my mother has become very protective of her tools since then!”
The emperor tried to keep his composure, but it was too much. Tears began to flow incessantly from his eyes.
“What? Why are you crying, sir?”
“No, is because I’m allergic to cedar. It's almost the season!
“How did you know that? I don't feel like a stranger to you!”
“Oh, me too. I'm sure you'll be able to understand what I mean. Have a good day, sister and boy.”
“Yes, it was nice to meet you today! I'll see you around!”
For almost ten years he has lived only to take revenge on the person who abandoned him. The target of his vengeance has changed his mind and become a good person who takes care of his tools.
If this is true, what have he been fighting against for the last ten years?
"Ten years, ten years..."
It's a long time for a high school girl to grow up and give birth to a new child. Is it only the time around us that has stopped?
Where was the power of this uncontrollable anger to be channeled?
At last the emperor realised.
This tragedy, he thought, was the fate of tools.
Not just tools, but pets, plants, dolls, photographs... Everything that finds its raison d'être in a relationship with human beings will eventually have to be abandoned. This is because even the lives of those who cherish them cannot be eternal.
When that relationship breaks down, will we be able to find a new and independent value for our existence? This is where the tragedy lies.
A dog or a cat can become a stray dog or a stray cat and pursue its own happiness. But what about the tools that can't move on their own? What about our fellow mixers, for example?
“If you are one of those people, you may be able to use your own hands and feet, but an ordinary mixer will never become a stray mixer, even if their relationship with humans ends. They can't move on their own.”
The only way for these tools to find eternal happiness is to find a master who will take care of them for generations to come.
But where in the world is such a guarantee of happiness to be found? Where else can you find a tool that will be cherished by all your descendants for all time to come but in a tombstone?
It was at this moment that the emperor had hit a wall of trouble and was in great distress. As if reading his mind, a wrestler swooped down from behind him like a butterfly and spoke to him.
“I will be your master forever and ever, until I am passed on to the next generation!”
The name of the man who suddenly spoke such words of salvation was Kinnikuman Mariposa. He was one of the candidates for the throne of the planet Kinniku, who would later form a firm relationship with the Great Emperor!
── To be continued
Chapter 5[]
Part 1[]
The man's silhouette looked just like that of Kinnikuman, the central figure of the Righteous Legion of Justice Chojin. However, on closer inspection, this was not the case. His skin was sallow and his mask was of the flamboyant type that Mexican wrestlers like.
And above all, the look in his eyes through the mask was completely different. In contrast to the fiery, passionate gaze of the "Kinnikuman", his cold, piercing gaze is that of a completely different person.
“It's a good thing you have the guts to become the master of this great emperor. What are you?"
“What are you? I'm sorry, but I've read your mind through the power of my guardian god, the God of Flight. If it is your misfortune that you cannot live without the Lord, the fate of those who were created as tools, my royal family will quench your thirst for eternity. Not a bad deal, is it?"
"Royalty? Are you some kind of royal?”
"Yes, or should I say 'about to be royalty'? The throne of the fifth planet of the Great Kinniku Nebula, the planet Kinniku..."
The emperor laughed at his words.
“What's that? That's a very poor disguise and argument for a con man. What are you going to say, that you are the heir to one of the most important posts in the whole universe of righteous chojin? Even a child could tell a more sensible lie. Hey, Mr. Fake Kinnikuman?”
“You may find this hard to believe, but it's not a scam, it's the truth. And don't compare me with that pigman. My name is Kinnikuman Mariposa. I am the rightful heir to the Kinniku throne!"
Mariposa then told the emperor the full story of the Kinniku survival match, which had been arranged by the gods of evil.
“I've come to make a deal with you because of your strength. When I ascend to the throne, I will make you the exclusive designated mixer for the Kinniku royal family and use you in my kitchen forever and ever until the death of the royal family. That way, you'll never have to worry about being thrown away again. And if I die of old age, my descendants will be sure to take good care of you in accordance with royal tradition. Isn't that a wonderful proposal?"
“G'mu. Surely it would be the ultimate pleasure for a tool to be given the assurance that it could continue to operate without the fear of being abandoned!”
"But in order to do that, I have to win this survival match, so I have turned to you for help. You're the ultimate mixer, and if you could turn your powers into a fighting machine, wouldn't that turn you into a fearsome killing machine?”
The emperor's face, which had been in a state of euphoria throughout the conversation, suddenly clouded at the last word.
“I am a tool," he said.” a mixer.”
For a man who takes such pride in his work, it was an unbearable humiliation to use the mixer in a way that it was not meant to be used.
“It is true that I am now much more powerful than I used to be. I can do a lot more than just make juice. But I can't forget the bitter experience of the past. The humiliation of being used as a food processor. I can't forget that day when my heart was more bitter than a sardine's guts. How could I forget? Since then, I've made a vow to never use my mixer for anything other than its intended purpose. That's why, as a mixer, I have no interest in martial arts!”
"Right. Well, that's the end of the story. You will remain an abandoned mixer for the rest of your life. I will no longer be your master. Farewell.”
Mariposa's words were so stern that she did not even miss the forlorn expression on the Grand Duke's face. Mariposa stopped, smiling, and called out to him again: "You know what? It's great that you keep your policy as a tool, but for whom do you use it?”
The old emperor could have answered this question immediately, but the present emperor could not.
“You seem to know what you're talking about. Yes, I do. A tool without a master has no use.”
The emperor was silent, but Mariposa continued.
“And a tool that has no use is just a big thing. And a tool without a use is just a piece of rubbish. Like you."
"I appreciate your words. But I am only a tool, a mixer, no matter how advanced I become. If you want to improve me as a mixer, I will be happy to follow you. But if you intend to polish me as a fighter, I beg you to leave.”
"Hmm, you are a stubborn man. But you have forgotten something. You are no longer just a mixer, you are now a chojin. But a tool should never be more than a person. To be a superhuman and to be a tool are incompatible. Don't forget that therein lies the great contradiction of your existence. Now that you're a chojin, let's take revenge on the world together!”
And there he was, a TV monitor, a camera, a sound-collecting microphone, and a VCR all in one, an odd-looking chojin who looked like he was from inorganic matter.
"Oh, Mr. VTR, I told you it was too early to show yourself.”
“Mariposa! I told you it was too early to show up. Hey there, you clumsy mixer. You've seen what Mariposa is doing and you still can't help me?"
And with that, Mr. VTR turns on the VCR that makes up his waistband. On a monitor in his stomach he began to show a documentary.
Part 2[]
"Mariposa, the flying warrior of love, is on her way! Mariposa visits all kinds of abandoned objects, from rubbish and dolls to dogs, cats and other pets, and offers words of encouragement to those who mourn.”
“Come on. You're embarrassing me, Mr. VTR.”
"Kaka kaka, I'm an expert in video, and I've edited this report on Mariposa's daily activities, so even a cutthroat like me can see..."
As they watched the video, the emperor asked them a genuine question.
"Hey, Mariposa! I understand that you have an extraordinary feeling for us, the victims of human consumption, with our rubbish and our pets. However, you are not an inorganic substance like us, but a human type of flesh and blood chojin, a person from the other side, so to speak.”
Mariposa answered proudly, as if she had heard him well: “I have been poor since I was a child. I've been a thief since I was a child, and I'm a villain. But when I look behind me, I see my little brother shivering in the cold and starving. He had no choice but to steal in order to survive. But on the other hand, there were the elite, living in big houses, living comfortably. I felt bitter. I thought it was unfair. So there are two poles among us, the protected and the abandoned. And I, of course, am on the side of the abandoned, which means I am just like you.”
"Hmm, that's a tough one..."
"So I grew up and my goal was the overthrow of the bourgeoisie. I thought that there was no other way but to revolutionise society. However, when I gathered a group of poor working class superhumans and held a demonstration, the regime would just dismiss it as the same old thing. It just didn't have the same impact. So here we are. As a new strategy, I have decided to form the strongest, hungriest, most negative army of people who are thoroughly resentful of consumerism. For example, from the endless resentment of being abandoned by humans, they eventually evolved into superhumans, not even in the flesh, but in a different form... I have gathered many elite superhumans like you to fight for the throne. A group of hungry monsters born from the bottom of the pyramid will take over the royal family, the pinnacle of social inequality. This is a great impact. Isn't this a great revolution?”
“Oh, yes, that's true, but that's a terrible thing to say...”
“I don't mean to be disrespectful, forgive me. I'm not trying to be disrespectful, forgive me, but I've been thinking about it a lot, and I've found a lot of good people who are very close to the idea, and who wear an evil grudge!”
Mariposa whistled as she said this. And then, swooping down from the sky like a hawk with his huge wingspan! It wasn’t a hawk, it was a chojin!
"The Hawkman, from France! A hawk of the battlefield who never misses his target! No one can beat me!"
And then the man who's been playing the video for a while now shouts out.
“I can't wait to see the fear in the faces of these carefree bourgeoisie!”
Mariposa snaps his fingers, and suddenly a giant seesaw and a block of steel appear from underground!
"From Detroit, USA, King The 100 Ton! I'm supposed to be a science experiment, but I'm here to test you humans!”
“And they are led by me, Kinnikuman Mariposa. And the leader of them all is me, Kinnikuman Mariposa. If we can win the world with this group, the pride of the posh and privileged will be torn to shreds. If you want to join us in our activities, you can always come to this hideaway. We'll be waiting for your participation. Now, back off, boys!"
“Ha! As Mariposa says!”
“I'm sure you'll agree that it's a great idea.”
── To be continued
Chapter 6[]
Part 1[]
The emperor was lost. He had already forgiven the sins of those who had abandoned him, but this was merely a forgiveness of their personal character. He felt that, for the sake of the future of many of his compatriots in the mixer world, and indeed the tool world as a whole, he might as well turn against the humans and join the Mariposa's efforts to purge the current consumer society.
The next day he was on his way to his hideaway: "Mariposa! I've come to join you.”
"Well done, you've come a long way. I have great expectations for your work.”
“Thank goodness!”
Mariposa and the other four were very welcoming and we drank until morning. The Mariposa and his friends were very welcoming and they drank until the morning. They had a good talk about the true dawn of the world, not only the world of human beings, but also the world of other forms of superhuman beings, such as tools and animals like Hawkman. The only thing that had been bothering him was the pain in the back of his head.
“What is this discomfort in the back of my head?”
Soon afterwards the Mariposa team began their joint training for the survival match for the throne. The Mariposa team began to practice together for their victory in the survival match for the throne.
The more he practiced, the more he was awakened to the cruel pleasure he had sealed away.
“Look at this! If I throw you in here, you'll all end up like this doll! As you can see, there is nothing in the world that my hyper-mixer can't break! Ha ha ha!"
As the emperor practiced more and more, he became more and more demonic, and the mysterious pain in the back of his head mysteriously increased. However, without knowing or caring about the meaning of the pain, the day of the survival match for the throne arrived.
This was Kumamoto Castle. The day of the match between the Mariposa Team and the Kinnikuman Team.
Here was an unbelievable turn of events. The spearhead of the team was Kinnikuman, who was increasingly being called the strongest chojin in the universe. The Hawkman and Mr. VTR were both defeated, but in the middle of the ring, the Great Mixer defeated Kinnikuman in a single match!
“Ha ha ha! Defeating the firebrand Kinnikuman is easier than twisting a baby's hand!”
That's right, during this match, the Great Emperor borrowed the power of the gods of evil and succeeded in sealing the secret of Kinnikuman's greatest strength, the source of his power, the "Power of the Fireplace".
In addition, the headache in the back of his head that had plagued him for the past few days suddenly disappeared during the match. His body is now in great shape. The lump in his heart was gone. The only opponent left is Meat, a child superhero who will be playing for the first time.
It seemed to everyone that the team's victory was already decided.
But a miracle happened.
In a moment of sheer inferiority, Meat landed a single backdrop blow that dismembered the emperor from the back of the head down!
Why, why... with just one backdrop from this little guy...
This can't be happening. He had no idea what was going on.
In the fading consciousness, the emperor suddenly looked aside and saw Kinnikuman at ringside, clutching a screw and loudly praising Meat's victory.
“What's with the screw...?"
In fact, during one of the previous matches, Kinnikuman had made a major prep work on him for Meat's upcoming fight.
“I see, I'm completely defeated..."
But as he looked at the strangely old screw in his hand, he realised something important, something he should have realised before he joined the Mariposa team.
“Oh, yes. I remember now. I remember... that screw... It was the screw from the old man's mixer on Dream Island..."
What he should have realised when I first felt the headache in the back of his head.
“I am not a weapon or a weapon's weapon, nor am I a laboratory experiment, nor am I a revolutionary... I am simply a man whose main function is to make mixed juice..."
At last he remembered clearly.
“I am a mixer. Nothing more... nothing less..."
── The End