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Becoming My Dream Pharmacist - Coded Conduct!

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Akazuchi is a depressed, isolated thirteen-year-old coder whose world is defined by cold, rigid logic—the only safe formula he can trust. He is an intentional outsider, his silence and bad outlook acting as a desperate shield against the world that rejected his dreams. His deepest conviction is that code is the key to true imagination, capable of freeing people from the "shells of everyday society" and bringing them genuine smiles. But the relentless bullying at school has branded him a "Logic Loser" and forced his parents into financial strain, leading Akazuchi to believe he is the "bug" that corrupts his family’s peace. His dream is fragile, held together only by his battered coding laptop. When his tormentors at Seiho High threaten to shatter that last connection, his self-control snaps. A storm forces Akazuchi into the quiet, pristine refuge of the Hukitaske Pharmacy, where he meets Akio Hukitaske. Akio, the blue-haired pharmacist, sees Akazuchi not as a victim,but as a friend. This quiet consistency is the first kindness Akazuchi can’t logically push away. But Akio’s calm, clinical dissection of Akazuchi’s trauma—only fuels the coder's immense, internalized rage. When the bullies breach the pharmacy's sanctuary, Akazuchi’s fury explodes. He unleashes the terrifying precision of his coder’s knowledge, weaponizing his surroundings and his weak body to brutally overpower his tormentors. Driven by a furious, primal will, Akazuchi crosses a terrifying line, forcing Akio to physically intervene to prevent a murder. In the ensuing, heartbroken confrontation, Akio confesses his guilt for letting Akazuchi fight, revealing his own burden of responsibility. Akazuchi, cornered and raw, screams his final defiance: that Akio has no right to fix him, no right to be the hero, because he doesn't understand true, illogical suffering. Akazuchi flees into the rainy Tokyo night, leaving behind a ruined pharmacy and an utterly defeated Akio, who is left to question his entire formula for friendship and destiny. As emotional moments spring into action. Can a teenager whose rage is rooted in despair ever truly code a path to hope? Or is his dream destined to be annihilated by the violence he just unleashed?
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Take Me Away, Dark Lord!

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