"Then that's it, you guys"
A familiar voice echoed in the hall, and as the ten nights and shakes interrupted the battle and pointed in the direction of the voice, the truth carrying the long bag was brought to the door of the hall entrance.
"Whoa, seniors! I've been waiting. Yikes."
The shaky look shines and gives a joyous voice.
On the other hand, I was concerned that there was only one person who appeared at night ten. From Leonard's point of view, the main dish should be for Junko.
"Show yourself, Sita."
Leonard turns his body toward the true one with his hands behind his hips.
"What did Miss Yukioka do to you?
"He's here for once, too. I mean, did you seriously think they deserved hostages and bait? You didn't think of the possibility of being ignored?
True to proceed towards the three with clutter-free footsteps. I haven't gotten my hands on anything yet. Plus, I wonder what the long bag I carried was, ten nights and shakes, and Leonard is also surprised.
You've come to prove it's worth it, Death.
Leonard shrugs his shoulders with his hands wide apart.
"Senior, there's something about this guy. Eh! Watch out for the power of the night!
"What, that retarded looking Japanese? All of your embarrassing words are live and streamed online."
Return the warnings to the wobble with no true body or lid.
"Heh heh heh. I don't give a shit about details like that."
"Mind your own business. You guys, come here."
Truly invited, the Ten Nights and the Shakes turn to the True in a way that keeps them away from Leonard, who is on stage.
Again, this intention was beyond measure for ten nights and shakes. I think it's a good idea to fight for the three of us, and then there's no point in bothering to keep a distance from Leonard. I'm finally trying not to let you fight Leonard.
"Even with us, you're gonna do it with him by yourself?
Ten nights asks.
"That's not how it is. I know why right away. Come closer."
I said the truth as I looked to Leonard.
"I don't know what you mean, Death. I want you to tell me, too, Death."
That being said, Leonard could have guessed what his true aim was.
I was wondering if Junko, acting differently, was after something and the truth is he was buying time trying to keep himself here.
Leonard picked up his fingertip phone and connected it to his men, sending them an email instead of a call. Junko Suzuoka has been ordered to look for a possible intrusion into the building by acting alone.
The reply came right back. He said he was able to confirm the existence of Junko. I don't even know what you're doing, but it seems true that you're in the seventh branch building.
"My destiny is here, Masita, so you are already used, Death."
Laughing, Leonard turns himself over and disappears behind the scenes.
"Running away while saying it's used..."
Ten nights to be a strange face. The sincerity of Leonard's actions didn't take long, but as far as I've heard Leonard say and do, it seems like a thoughtful development over there, so I also have a bad feeling about it.
"Hey seniors, don't you have to go after that one? I wish the three of us would have gotten bummed out at once."
Shaking really asks.
"Doesn't that mean there's going to be a trap, and you prioritized our safety?
"That's what I'm talking about"
Instead ten nights answered, and the truth nodded to it.
"You didn't have a bomb around your neck to fight over the key to disarming it, or anything like that. You were just following orders with your mouth? Well, if it had been a neck bomb or something, it would have been a hassle because we couldn't disarm it without Snow Oka."
True to touch that ten nights ago there was a dispute. During the journey to this point, the video was delivered, and I watched it from the middle of nowhere.
"Yeah, they just told me to fight. That's why I've been doing it in my spare time, working out and advertising, but I've been dawdling so much along the way, and if I get that pathetic look on video, I'm not going to be able to get an extra client. You're in trouble."
Shake in a loose tone.
"If you finish off the top executives of the formalin-pickled president who was now there, you'll get a name value as well. That's why we're taking him down with you. If you don't want to kill people, you can stop, or you can cut back on the good stuff. So, pull over a little bit more. Jump as soon as it opens."
True invites the two of us. I didn't know what the word meant, but ten nights and shakes stopping to true proximity as I was told.
"But it wasn't just the two of us."
Ten nights with an anxious look.
"Oh, I was watching. Maybe he's gaining some extraordinary power. Well, me and Yukioka are here, and I'll follow up as much as I can."
Answer towards the ten nights, truly lowering the bag you carried to the floor.
(Using this guy's power would make it easier to cheat and let him win)
True thought as I looked down at the bag.
Open it.
True speaks to the bag. Ten nights and shakes wondering what you're doing.
Shortly thereafter, the landscape ahead of the three men was literally distorted, and the ten nights and shakes were stunned.
About a minute after that, the theater where the three of them were was blown away by the blast.
In front of Leonard's eyes, the Seventh Branch building is blown up and collapsed. Smoke can be placed on the property any longer.
Leonard rushed through the shortest escape route from the theatre in the building to the outside in a fierce dash. It's impossible for the guests Leonard invited to go outside earlier than he did.
Originally a small number, the members of the president pickled in formalin have also made their way out of the building. Leonard confirmed that he had come out, all of them immediately entered the car and left the premises.
"We have confirmed the presence of Junko Yukioka in the building on the monitor at the time of the blast. Now you have Keri."
Leonard giggles at the reports of a large subordinate in the driver's seat. but at the same time I felt uncomfortable.
"That's why I gave you instructions to blow up, Death."
My men are going to push caution, but I doubt Leonard will bother to say it again. I can't think of any possibility of living in that bombing.
"I'm concerned that Masaru Aizawa and Junko Yukioka are taking a different course of action, Death. Junko Suzuoka was alone in there, what the hell were you doing, Deshaw? I was monitoring her behavior on the monitor, and did anything unusual happen to you, Sendesi?
There's no such thing as acting alone without thinking about it. I'm pretty sure I was up to something, but before I made that confirmation, I blew every building at the same time as Leonard's escape.
"Nothing has changed. Whatever you were doing, I was looking for your men, an affordable size that might fit inside."
The voice remained a man, but the tone of the voice turned into something unique that sounded familiar, and furthermore Leonard was gnawed at the content of the statement.
The car stops. My men get out of the car first, with no expression, and make an outside call to get out to Leonard.
It's unclear whether it's betrayal or manipulation, but it's obvious that Junko's breath is on him.
As soon as Leonard leaves the car, his men's chest and abdomen, and even his face, crack vertically. From inside, a bloody, visible face appears. The man's skin and meat sneezed and fell over the asphalt, as if to take off his clothes.
"We needed to wear meat to get close without being alerted by Mr. Leonard, who was fast on the run. So, I came out on the escape route with Mr. Leonard. It wasn't just getting in, it was tough to take the contents out, chuck them from the inside, get rid of the smell of blood, mess with the vocal cords, and do that in a short time."
The white thighs exposed from his face, white coat, and shorts are colored red red red, letting the full-body bloody pure child spread that uncontrolled grin of usual, which makes him feel neither a slice of madness nor malice. No, Leonard thinks being bloody and smiling like that is a madness construct in itself.
The constituent's car, which was running back and forth, also stops, but the constituent does not come out of it. No, it was in Leonard's eyes that he was trying so hard to open the door.
When the hell did you set it up, the car door is welded from the outside. It is not easy because it has bulletproof specifications, even if the window is broken to escape.
"Sure... you seem to have been very ironic during that rushed short time, Death."
"They'll let me use it as a test bench later."
With a smile on his face, Junko takes a glimpse of Leonard's men trapped.
"Are those three killers Death...?
"I won't do that. Yikes. We had anticipated classic means of blowing up every building, and we already have our hands on it."
While he was talking, his whole body of blood creeping up at Junko became foggy and rose into the air, spreading fog. Within seconds, the blood on his skin and white coat disappeared beautifully without leaving a drop.
Seeing that, Leonard fought again, but quickly calmed down. This is how Junko performs to surprise herself, to plant fear, and even to be just playful. I tightened my mind that I should not be swallowed by it.
"Hmm, why did you really care to do it with me by now? You can ask me about that reason, right? We've been friends ever since we had it."
The smile remains on his mouth, but from his eyes, Junko asks by turning off his laughter. By its bright, red eyes, Leonard can see that he's about to be shot.
"Actually, thin from before, lost Masita. I was afraid that you would soon become a disaster to our organization, Death. It's my discretion, it's not the organization's totality, it's the mason."
"I see. But that's a bad idea. You should have come together and crushed it after unifying your will in the organization, right? If I can't do that, I don't know if I should be halfway there."
"Past form death on the assumption that you will win? Lick it. Mass. It is also an epicardial death to be told that he is fast on the run. I do when I do, man. Death."
That's what he said in his mouth, but Leonard was desperately suppressing his fears.
(No. Something is decidedly different. This guy looks like a little girl, but the contents transcend people, more horrible, tough stuff)
It's Leonard from Hundred Wars Smelting that tells me, the difference in strength between me and him that I understand just because I confronted him.
Instinct understands that winning eyes are thin even in battle. But his pride in keeping things to himself and running away to spare his life was also unacceptable.
"If you run away from your enemies in front of you, the ancestors of your tribe will laugh at you in the afterlife, Mass!
Screaming only at the end of the story, Leonard releases a low kick with Junko's legs up. First of all, I decided that stopping the movement and not being able to reach the lower part of the line of sight rather than the upper body if it were to ambush me, but when Theory to that extent passes into Junko, I don't expect Leonard either.
In contrast to Leonard's kick at an unnoticed rate, Junko gently shrugs with a vertical jump, keeping his gaze in line with Leonard.
Condition full of leaping and inescapable gaps. You can't even miss this. Before landing, Leonard rolls out his right fist with Junko's head rolled over.
The palm of Junko's left hand took Leonard's right straight - it looked like it - but even if a direct hit could be prevented, it would not kill the impact in the air, and Junko's body would spin wide and be blown away.
But Junko was never struck by the ground, and landed a good spin.
Aiming at a time when that freshly landed posture was inadequate, Leonard stumbles into an instant with a pure child.
This was another unusual speed. His abdomen kicked him, but despite his inadequate posture, Junko inverted his body with one foot on the axis, not in the shade, and Leonard collapsed his system.
With the gap made on Leonard, Junko jumped further backwards lightly to distance himself from Leonard.
"Mm-hmm. Humans away. Speed and power. Is it true that the Mad Scientist dedicated to the president pickled in formalin asked him to modify it?
Junko says in an intriguing tone to Leonard, who's in shape.
"Difference mass. Death is the fruit of authentic black magic handed down from a dark continent, inherited from a distant ancestor."
Leonard unbuttons his white shirt and shows his abdomen. There are countless young and old faces on their bellies with a distressed look, and the facial sores are floating with pleasure.
"Heh, this is funny"
Seeing it, Junko makes his expression shine with curiosity.
"Death to the souls of those who were suspected of being mages and slaughtered. It was my ancestors, Death, the true sorcerer, who doubted me, sir. Take that resentment into your body for generations, mass as a power. When too many years pass, resentment fades, too, Mass. The ancestors beat up and killed leopards and lions. Death. I've also done a bunch of battle creatures with my bare hands, Mass."
"Heh, are you putting a spell on your body -. It's rare to let spirits dwell and strengthen the flesh itself, and I'm not interested. I'd like to take you home and analyze it."
Junko's blood as a mad scientist makes a scene.
"Mm-hmm, but I've had the pleasure of killing you on this spot without using it as an experimental bench. Thank you."
Halfway through Junko's words, Leonard kicked the ground at the same time.
Asphalt crumbled, became rubble and poured down on Junko, but Junko instantly pays only what is likely to hit his face with one left hand.
Leonard rushes out again with Pure Son in mind. On the other hand, Junko was moving forward as well.
Until then, it was only defense. A sign that Junko would obviously turn to attack.
Leonard's whole body grows gross. Leonard's instinct was convinced of an inescapable death simply by capturing in the retina the movement of Junko coming forward himself.