The car with ten nights and a shake stopped in front of the familiar blue building. This will be the third time I come. It's the seventh branch of the president pickled in formalin.
"Wasn't this place crushed already?
The shake opens its mouth.
"All the constituents who worked here are dead. But the building is still there, and it should work as a stage for the show. Go ahead."
The driver explains and urges them to get off. I have a bad feeling about the word show for ten nights.
He was taken inside the building in an outfit surrounded by eight men, front, rear, left and right, and walked down the hallway temporarily. He stood in front of the door and urged the two of us to go inside alone.
The men stand to the left and right of the door, across the street. It was easily perceived that we would be watching here not to let ourselves escape, either ten nights or by shaking.
Inside the door was a theater. There's a stage, there's an audience. And one man stood on the stage, welcoming ten nights and shaking. There is no other shadow.
"Welcome, Leisha Na"
A black man in a backpack wearing a cloistered mask sighs his head with respect, said in a stirring intonation. The mouth area under the mask is exposed.
"I am Mike Leonard the One Death. He was letting one of the top executives of the Formalin-pickled president do it. Ite Vai Masdez. Death, the immediate superior of Makoto Okumura, who died the other day."
"Didn't Keri follow you already?
Shaking asks Leonard, who introduces himself in strange Japanese.
"Jesus. The settlement of one battle is Masita. But you, Junko Yukioka, and we are alive, Mass. I want a complete settlement, Mass. With the death of Junko Suzuoka, sir."
Ten nights I was surprised by Leonard's words. We understood what we were called to do, and at the same time we wondered. Junko said while ostensibly hostile to a formalin-pickled president, he is connected behind the organization's top executive class. Was it also a totally hostile event during the last four days?
"I mean, are we bait to attract pure children? Junko or Senior caught in such a clear trap, can you come with the wheelie?"
He also seems to have noticed the shaking, he says in a non-nervous voice.
(Not coming means we'll be abandoned. Well, I don't think they'll abandon me, and I don't want to)
Ten nights I think.
"Come to the mass. I know Miss Yukioka's character, Mas. This is the kind of clear trap that makes me jump, that's the kind of person Death. I'm sure I'm going to put something behind me, but whichever way I go, I have a plan, too, from the mass. We were told an hour ago that there was a show online that would fight you guys together."
"Why are you trying to kill Junko? I thought you were working your hands together back there.
Ten nights pinch my mouth to Leonard, who speaks happily.
"Yeah, it's Decita. But the truth is, I've always been secretly afraid, Desyo. I wonder if that crazy girl will one day be a real threat to the organization, Nah. I don't think the relationship will last forever. Nai and Nai. Opinions are divided within the organization, Mass, but I can't say either. Neutral Decita. But, sir, with mundane things lately, Natta's death is as dangerous as I think the presence of Junko Suzuoka is. You should crush it when you can, Death. Hi."
Leonard grinned at his mouth and spoke in a soft tone, but on the contrary it was felt terribly ten nights. I can see strong determination and willingness to kill from this man.
"Are we just waiting here for Junko to come?
"I've already contacted Death, and I don't think I'll wait that long, Mass. But... yes, Death. How about just waiting from free time Deshaw, you two, even killing each other and waiting? And when we broadcast it live as a show, Shima Shaw."
Ten nights of faces caught Leonard making a hell of a suggestion, remaining only a soft tone.
I'd like to think it's a joke, but it's not a joke. It's just an idea, and then I'm serious. That's the kind of organization that makes money doing it.
"Fine, but if one of you dies lightly, you won't be held hostage?
"It's okay!
Ten nights of accidental shouting into a light responding shake.
"If either one of you stays, that's fine Senyo"
"Ahhh. Then I'll rub it together for ten nights."
Spread your grin and shake for ten nights.
"Are you serious..."
Moaning ten nights. There's no way I'm serious. I don't know if there must be a plan to shake something, but I'm stunned that I listened in lightly without any resistance.
"'Cause I'm telling you it's gonna be live as a show, right? It'll be my chance to advertise as a doomsday, and if I stick around, I think I'm gonna kill one or the other. Then you should have a fight and wait for Junko and the seniors to come and help you by then. I'm gonna be free."
"I don't think help will come at such a convenient time."
Sigh and mix for ten nights.
"Are you okay without that heroic suit?
"It's a bulletproof specification, it's just got an emotional suppressor on it, and it's another substitute for my own abilities."
Answer the shaky question, I don't like ten nights. Junko said in time that suit itself would be fortified to suit the body of the Ten Nights, and even then he said to himself to accompany the experiment. It's ten nights I said I would wash my legs off the back street, but Junko doesn't seem to intend to let them escape as an experimental bench.
I know I'm stronger when it's retrofitted and enhanced in Junko's experiments, even without a suit if I'm serious about fighting, so I have to control the place better. Ten nights was heavy on me because I'm not at all sure I can do that well.
"You sound too good, Death. Something…"
Leonard's voice was extinguished by a shaking gunshot.
"Hey! Don't shoot me in the head! No matter how much I hit, I'm gonna die!
Ten nights of hastily dodging the shooting and protesting dressed as a cancer.
"No, I was wondering if I could change it now. You can come too."
"Come on, if you're serious, you're gonna die instantly."
Ten nights on the tannic surface, he packs the distance from the shake and rolls out a punch towards his chest.
I found the shake pulled itself back well just before the ten night punch hit me, but my fist hits the shaking chest a little irresistibly.
"Guha!"
A shaky body blows up loud with screams, dancing through the air for about five meters before being slapped on the chair.
"Look... this is it, even if you cut it."
Ten nights holding my forehead down, for Christ's sake.
"Uh... you guys... you don't bother fighting each other any more, Death? All of a sudden it looks like Death is doing it with a bee..."
I told Leonard in my heart that the Ten Nights was a big favor to ask pulling. I'm still trying to help, but I'm just not adjusting well.
"Shit, you really hit me. I'm already mad at you."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I wake up with a flashing look and say it back, ten nights at a time.
I've never fought with shaking before, but in essence, this may be my first fight. Obviously we're getting emotional with each other.
"I'm not going to kill him, but I think I'm going to send him to the hospital..."
Mouth the noise, the shake pulls out the knife. I have also learned to handle knives from the truth.
"What's the opposite of guile... Well, then I won't be much help either. Think two or three bones will break."
Ten nights is so twitchy, but I don't think it would taste good for a shaky torso or head, and I decide to narrow the aim of the attack to my hands and feet.
The shake runs ten nights, throats rolling out the knife. Just like earlier, it's a very unlikely attack to be adding or subtracting.
Grab the knife blade rolled out with your bare hands to prevent it. It is a craftsmanship that can be done because it strengthens the flesh, but when I am awesome, it was ten nights when I was impressed like other personnel.
"Look at the gap. Let's kill him."
Approaching a close distance, the shaking smiled with a smile on his face, whispering in a voice heard only at ten nights.
Pretend I lost.
"You're on guard over there."
Ten nights whispers, grabbing the shaking knife you propose.
"I have to try. All right, let's go."
"You're not looking at the gap, you're going now."
"You're full of gaps now. All right, let's go!
A shake dumps the knife, pulls out the gun, and fires two shots at Leonard. I wonder where the story went about pretending to lose, the ten nights are frightening.
Leonard just twisted his body gently and easily twisted it. I keep a grin on my mouth as if to boast of my spare time. To see the look on his face, he also seemed to have assumed an ambush on himself from the beginning.
Two more shots. Shake.
At the same time as that second shaky shooting, the ten nights rush towards Leonard.
Leonard's fighting power is unknown, but Ten Nights and Shaking wondered if it was something that could be fulfilled and resisted by the Ten Nights, modified by Pure Son to have physical abilities well above ordinary people.
Shortly after that, another thought came to mind on the head of the Ten Nights. If you are alone in front of the ten nights and shakes and don't let your men follow you, I wonder if it is because you are confident that you can handle it even if you are attacked. Then you can see that you have considerable strength.
Leonard gently scratches the shaking bullet. Shortly afterwards, he ran up the stage, ten nights approaching Leonard's sight.
"Mezzillo chop!
After shouting, Junko wasn't here anyway, and I didn't think I needed to shout out the name of the move, while ten nights rolled out the knife to the sideburn of Leonard.
Leonard grabbed that wrist with one hand and lightly prevented the attack for ten nights. Looking up, the mouth exposed from the mask is still in the form of a grin. I try to shake it off, but I'm not scared. A cold feeling different from fear strikes ten nights.
Ten nights with his hands grabbed, Leonard's groin tries to twitch his knee kick.
But earlier than that, Leonard puts his fist on his cheek for ten nights with his other hand. At the same time, the wrist, which had been grabbed for ten nights, was released, blown away as it spinned again and again in the air, rushing into the guest seat.
"Ten nights!
Shake to shout in surprise. But I haven't taken my eyes off Leonard. True tells us never to divert attention from our enemies during battle.
"What's going on, this guy? You're more powerful than me... and..."
Ten nights groan as I get up.
It's not just power. When Leonard grabbed me, something chilly ran from my neck to my back, and I felt an unspeakable decoy. I could be sure that the man in the mask of the cloud in front of me was somehow stepping into the paranormal realm.
"Well, we'll fight each other again, Cy. Nothing. It could be a stretch battle, like right now, yo. Rather prolong the fight at best, rhino. Until Junko Yukioka and Makoto Aizawa arrive, sir."
Leonard tells, laughing under the mask.
"Then I guess I wouldn't mind fighting you, would I?
And, shake.
"No, I know my name even if I look like this. I've done the show a few times myself, Masita. It's no fun fighting me and you, Death. People who have watched my show know I'm going to win, from the mass."
Leonard lets you try to spread your hands with a grin on your mouth. In the wake of that word, ten nights and shaking face to face.
"What do we do?
Ten nights wake up and ask. Despite being struck by the seat once in a while, no injuries were sustained. The pain also pulled right off in an instant.
"I don't know how to do what I think, but there's nothing you can do. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. As I said earlier, if it's going to be delivered, it's going to be publicity. Hang on, he said ten nights is a flesh-bomb battle, no hands, no legs. You're not alone."
My mouth loosens for ten nights to only positive-thinking shakes. I don't know what the situation is, with this guy, I can get through it - the vitality and persuasion that made me think that was the case. Besides, I was attracted to ten nights, and I've been saved.
"But stop shooting at your head."
On the ten nights I stood smiling, I smiled invincibly and pointed at the gunpoint.
Ten nights and a few minutes before the shaking was abducted by the Seventh Branch of the Formalin-pickled President, Leonard called the Snow Oka Institute and told them that he had taken them both. In fact, at this hour, the two of us have not yet been exposed.
"If you want to help, come to me. Mm-hmm. I shouldn't ignore it. But when I do, I think I'm going to be pissed. There's no way you can kill a cute junior."
"If you ignore me, I'll go on my own, so no problem."
True to say to the teasing half pure child, in a quiet tone while taking care of the gun.
"I'm going, too, but hey. You've been nominated. Besides, if we're just going to get rid of Mr. Leonard, and if we're going to help you guys out in parallel for ten nights, I think we should both go and do something else. I guess I'm waiting for a trap anyway, and I don't know what kind of trap it is."
"Lock yourself in a room, a water cage, that's the pattern, anyway"
"I guess. In my opinion, if you two were in the building, maybe you could invite us into the building, then blow up every building, maybe that's the way it works. Given Mr. Leonard's personality, it seems like such a big mess and cheap thing to do."
"Then don't realize it, how about you shake it into a trap and put it behind you. Use this."
True to gently tap a thick, large cylindrical object wrapped in cloth, placed beside it.
"I was thinking the same thing. Ma, I'm the one who taught you the irony of this world, so I can't even think like it, but I wonder if True is a little happy with your master position."
Seeing her true face, Junko laughs at her really heartfelt joy.
"Turning you to your enemies in the true sense of the word, that Taoist mask did something thoughtful, too."
"I wonder if it's because I provoked you a little on the phone the other day. At that time, I felt signs like that. Well, I have to respond to that readiness. Oh, yeah."
Junko comes up with something and slaps his hand with a pong.
"So if I let you guys get rid of Mr. Leonard for ten nights and deliver that in real time, it would be good publicity. Yeah, sure, just those kids. Then they're loaded, so help me sneak up."
"How am I supposed to help?
I'm surprised. I imagined something like hiding in the shadows and sneaking off, but with such support, the seer would find out as soon as he saw it.
"We'll see about that then. So..."
Refers to a cylinder in which Junko is beside True.
"True you take that and use it to rescue those kids. 'Cause I'm gonna do something else."
"I'm worried about something else."
In previous experience, Junko does not do a lot of things when he acts alone, so if possible, he wants to stay by his side and monitor it. In fact, he's a pure child who doesn't do a lot of things, trying to stay on his side, but it's still possible that he can contain the rampage.
"I just mark Mr. Leonard. I suppress where he tries to escape. Okay, let's go."
Junko leaves the room first.
"That's rare and decent. No... you can't be alarmed."
When he groaned so, he took a long bag from the shelf in the room, carried it inside a cartridge wrapped in cloth, and True followed Junko.