"Samurai! Don't be too impotent!
Park at night. As gunfire echoes in the woods, Miho's screams are soon cancelled by gunfire as well.
I know that samurai is fortified on the physical side and will soon regenerate as much as he received some bullets, but nevertheless the movement as if he was becoming too hostile made Miho harrass.
It is unclear to what extent the immortality is, but there are limits because it is an organism. Junko also said that the corresponding consumption of energy works simultaneously for the rapid renewal of the flesh.
I know you're not overconfident, but samurai is dancing out of the enemy in a position that's easy to see, as if he's going to be aggressive. The Japanese guard as much as possible with an invisible chunk, but a few rounds seem to be eating bullets.
There were too many enemies, and Miho and the others were forced to struggle.
Soldiers reinforced by foreign laws and spellmasters backing it up from afar are opponents not even for Miho, who possess powerful paranormal powers.
The Japanese can't attack the guards of an entire ally with all their hands. The samurai are challenging their nearby enemies with flesh bullets, but cannot concentrate on the attack.
Miho was outmaneuvering multiple attacks by himself.
Like wizards of fantasy, they do not carry out means of attack such as putting out fireballs or releasing lightning. If I say what I will do instead, I will unleash a grudge. If we are at all alarmed, our companions will be possessed by the Spirit and taken to death. You touch a grieving spirit that's burned to death, and if you're possessed by a strangled spirit, you won't be able to breathe.
The same was true of the technique that collapsed the mustard engine, but the technique used primarily by the star coal spellmasters is to create a resentful spirit and kill the subject with the power of that resentment. Only Miho can protect his people and himself from that attack.
Miho could know everything about how the spirits were killed.
Pregnant women and their babies killed with a rusty knife, one by one with a broken belly, while being offended during childbirth.
The bride, who was assaulted and killed just before marriage and in front of the groom's eyes, and the groom, who was later mutilated of her hands, legs and genitals and bled to death.
Children who continued to be imprisoned in the utter darkness of ignorance, were fed only live insects instead of meals, and died debilitating as they went wild.
Spirits killed in various other cruel ways are used as tools in the art of star charcoal, with resentment, pain, despair and pity, without being able to form a Buddha.
(Help! Help me! Please don't! Don't kill me!
(Ouch... Cold... Scary...)
(Yamme! Don't fuck with her! I'm helpless, Da! Helpless Da! They'll kill Cite! Kill him, Na! Kill him! Help Ty! helpless Muryoku Murray......)
(Kill me...! Kill me already......! It's painful... let me die!
Miho had received all the grudging screams of the spirits' hearts.
If possessed by these spirits, they are not very but unbearable to ordinary humans. I'm in tune with my grudges, and I'm going to die of frenzy. Sometimes he dies of physical damage.
But Miho was trained in advance to confront these spirits. It is detached with the idea of stronger rejection, without even synchronizing itself with the vicious, treacherous and extreme technique of revulsion, or the carelessness of the spirit who died for it.
Whatever it is that protects you alone, it is a hard task inside to protect even your companions. There are also many spirits. Miho merely prevents the attack of the Spirit, and he has no power to form the Spirit, so unless he does something about the operator, Miho gradually wears himself out.
"Hmm... you're in a war of attrition. Good luck, guys. If we don't defeat the enemy soon, Miho won't have it. If Miho collapses, it will all be destroyed in an instant."
Junko, who anticipates it, warns with an uncritical voice.
"Oh, and. If possible, the star charcoal magicians feel like they won't kill you and only take away your fighting power. I want them to hang out with my research a lot later. If you keep it so damaging that you can't move, people in the doomsday organization called The Great Guardian of Terror, who asked in advance, will capture and retrieve them."
"You give me a very selfish and difficult order in this situation... As a Mad Scientist, I may not be able to do this if I get a valuable experimental platform, but I need to protect myself first. When you die, you don't have an ex or a kid."
The Japanese man stunned the sweat on his forehead and uttered an exasperating voice.
"I mean, either way, the defensive side is good, but the offensive side isn't good. If they're as many as they are, they're too many."
"We said we were invincible, man."
Miho penetrates.
"Hmm, I can afford to talk more than just a few of these, so I guess it's a big deal."
and Junko. By the way, she is thorough with bystanders and has done nothing. Miho thought it might not be the same as being able to afford to chat, but she didn't put it in her mouth.
"I mean, that true kid. Don't act differently, I should have had you over here, wouldn't I?
Miho opinions towards Junko.
Said Junko and Junko to disperse the enemy, but if that boy named True had enough arms to act alone, it seemed like it would have been better for all of us to have solidified. I should have asked him to be an attacking officer.
"Hmm, I wonder if that's a different way of thinking. True, when you're with me, it's going to feel like you're not noticeable or that you can't use your power well."
"Unnoticeable,"
Reacting to that word of Junko, the Japanese man had spilled a deep grin, but no one had noticed.
"I wonder if there's a bit of a problem with the way we fight right now. Takeo kun. Fighting with your bare hands is too inefficient, so use the enemy's dropped pistol and the outlet I gave you to hit it in a shootout. Yikes. So, you should keep your guard to a minimum and move on to attacking enemies you see. If there's a wall, Takeo, it'll get in the way of your shooting."
"Ok -"
Samuro responded with a clear smile to Junko's instructions.
"That would expose Samurai to more enemy attacks than ever before..."
Miho stares at Junko and protests with a groaning voice.
"How immortal is he? No, no matter how immortal you are, it's Junko who said that the regeneration of the flesh has its limits because it consumes energy. That's why I was guarding him."
The Japanese man asks truthfully.
"Hmm, even if you get blown up with an anti-tank missile, it's enough to get back to normal over time."
"Oh my... I'm relieved to hear that"
Subsequent developments changed dramatically. The situation, which was in a defensive mood, is reversed once and for all, and the enemy sinks with one another.
Followed Junko's instructions faithfully for once, and the black kimonos, who were seen as the surgeons, kept him from being able to move by shooting him in the foot without killing him, or by breaking the bones in his leg.
"Ugh, it's finally over. I wonder if there are about ten of these. I didn't expect you to mobilize so many people."
Junko says it with a breathtaking face. You didn't do anything to me, and Miho is evil in his mouth with a tired face.
Junko is not a combatant, so I know for a reason I can't help complaining, but I still feel frustrated when I see one person calm down and instruct him to do so.
Fu, Miho had a fierce chill that froze his spine.
Something's still coming.
With a sharp voice, Miho issues a warning, and three people, except Junko, tighten their minds again.
"Something, it seems, is out of the blue. I have a fine name Koike Hayato.
A teasing voice emanated directly from the side where Miho and the others were.
Miho is stunned. Across the park was a net of ideas, and the enemy's position was meant to be known. If anyone had approached us, they would have been able to perceive it without missing it. Nonetheless, the person is situated only a few meters from Miho and his family.
He was a skinny old man in a black kimono that represented being a star charcoal sorcerer. Illuminated by the moonlight, I can see clearly to my face. It's called a fallen cheek and a good engraved countless wrinkles, it's about a hundred years old (the average life expectancy in this era is over a hundred, so it's not uncommon). It makes me laugh frankly, like I could say friendly.
The Japanese move reflexively and subdue the old man in an invisible block.
"... Huh!?
The old man's hand, named Koike, moved and stopped perfectly in the form of grabbing something in front of his face.
At the same time, the man's eyes opened in amazement, with his arms protruding forward, stiff.
The wrist is lifted with an invisible force like all-powerful, and the blood of the hand is drawn away. I can't move my hands any more. It was obvious that both the movement of the Japanese man and the movement of the blocks of the Japanese man were sealed by the mindfulness of Koike. The man's face is distorted by the severe pain that is likely to break his arm.
A bloody samurai returning shoots a gun at Koike.
Koike turns them away with a smile on his face, a handsome move he doesn't think of as an old man over a hundred years old.
"Whoa!
Samurai Kunihiro shouts. The body of the Japanese man and the samurai is inverted vertically, and the position of the head and foot is reversed just so that it is suspended upside down.
"I think I'll ask the guinea pigs to treat me like an adult. I've been wanting to talk to Lord Junko Yukioka."
Koike said as he narrowed his eyes towards the remaining Miho and showed them. Miho is flabbergasted by this old man who quickly rendered them powerless.
"Um, are we talking about a negotiation or something?
Junko turns to Koike and asks.
"Yeah. I wanted to ask you one thing first. We have made you the enemy of our eyes, but we are the same when it comes to our position of using paranormal powers to defend our nation, and if we are to value that great responsibility, it should not have been a matter of contention. No, should we say it was between positions we shouldn't have contested"
"What, are you saying something unsolicited? You're sending assassins in this way, using such a miserable technique, with pure child and mustard engines as your enemies."
Miho pinches his mouth with an angry face. Miho's image of star charcoal is terribly bad thanks to the fact that he knows best the curse of the technique used by the star charcoal magicians.
"You're right, I'm not talking to guinea pigs. I'm talking to Lord Yukioka."
"Mm-hmm. Then I'd like you to answer her questions first, too. And come on, if you're gonna keep insulting everyone by saying guinea pigs, I'm not gonna listen to you either, am I?
Junko told him that in a quiet tone, Koike let him shrug his shoulders.
"The Star Charcoal Flow spell has long served the nation. That is our insistence. Nevertheless, if we lose it in our time, it will not be cured unless we bury the one who created the cause. Otherwise, this feud will continue until this one is returned and is no longer able to fight. But... this is a useless fight."
"Finally - doesn't Koike think slightly different from the rest of the star coal clan?
Pinch your mouth as Junko confirms. Koike smiled and nodded small.
"I am seriously worried about the clan, about the nation, about both sides, but the late. Where we and you crushed each other, it's not good for the country. Loss of mustard engines is also a loss for the country. If both the star coal and mustard engines existed and strived to protect the state, that would have made this country stronger."
"That's true, isn't it? No, I'm surprised some of the star charcoal figured that out."
"Don't be sarcastic. No, isn't it even ironic? Everyone but me does not seek to face this reality directly, caught only in resentment towards you and in the possession of star coal. I don't even have the help to stop the dispute. So - I don't know which one is going to win, but I want to surrender in a good place, without thoroughly crushing my opponent, and hand-to-hand. After that, we want to work together to protect the state. If Lord Yukioka prevails, we will surrender - and I will persuade the clan to do so - and at the mouth of Lord Yukioka, I would like the government to put us in charge of state guardianship again. It would be easy for me to persuade the clan if I did. On the contrary, if we were to prevail, we would accept your surrender under the condition that you be allowed to take up the guardianship of the state again at the behest of Lord Yukioka."
Listen to Koike, then Miho feels like going in there and not arguing from the start.
"Come on, you're talking about star charcoal sides getting either way. Bugs are too good."
While hanging upside down, the Japanese can tea.
"The story of gaining - I'm sure, but that's a big premise after worrying about the state. Otherwise, I would not even be able to go out and bring such negotiations to Lord Yukioka in this way while I still can't even see the trend of battle. And..."
Koike gives the fallen and groaning star coal operators a glimpse.
"I can't gauge what kind of prospects there were, but the measures taken by Lord Yukioka to keep only our operators alive will also be a convenient ingredient for you to take with you."
"Okay. Believe me, the better place to put an end to the war is on that route."
Junko swallows suggestions made by Koike lightly.
"So you're going to repeat that technique again when you're in charge of protecting the state?
Staring at Koike, Miho asks to be challenged.
"There is nothing to protect the country from using the spirits of grievances that made you suffer and kill, or the living spirits that do not live and do not kill. On the other hand, they're taking people's lives."
"Happiness is what is built on the misfortunes of others. This country has been defending itself for hundreds of years using the art of extracting a lot of grievances and turning them into weapons. Peace is preserved by the death of a handful of people as the foundation of many - this is not limited to us. Isn't that what all mankind has done? We carry that filth on our backs to create many happy smiles for everyone in Ichii. Whatever you're thankful for, you're not to blame."
Koike says arrogantly with a hateful grin on his monkey wrinkled face.
"The Star Charcoal Stream spell of the branch created to take on the dirty work of the main house's Star Charcoal Stream witchcraft was an even more shadowy and miserable presence behind history, while the main house performs monstrous exorcisms and grudging spiritual ambushes and other glorious activities on the backstage of history. Even if I was cut off from the main house, that didn't change, and for hundreds of years I've been scolded and scorned for being a layman. We only had this power. Extreme this power and protect the country. That's the only proof of our life. Will you live as a child of our clan to fulfill the same ideas you have today?
Miho thought that his words were pointless accusations, almost equal to self-satisfaction. That's the kind of level where you accuse a carnivore of eating meat.
Miho, who has lived in a normal world, is now stepping into an unusual realm. But the fact that Miho's wonderful ordinary world is supported by that unusual world.
If I could safely return to my everyday life again, I wouldn't be relieved to think that I would be aware of 'the resentment that supports peace and happiness behind me' every day in the future.
Seeing Miho nodded and stuck in his words, Koike narrowed his eyes satisfactorily, lowering Samurai and Tochio to the ground, gently meeting towards Junko, and then walked away with his heels back in the form of turning his back in front of the four dignified men.
(I want to go back to normal... normally...)
Whimpering his usual words in his heart, Miho kneels. I didn't want to know about this reality. I'm glad I didn't know for the rest of my life. But why did this happen?
"Miho"
Takero leads Miho like that and gently puts his hand on his shoulder.
"I don't care. There will certainly be necessary evil in the world, but no matter what the star coal people think, it's too much. It's not like people can't live happily ever after without them."
It feels obvious and comforts Junko as well.
"Those are them, they have to live with their cursed destiny, or at least I guess they can't do it without such pride"
Said the Japanese man with a complicated look. Miho also understands the logic.
Don't think. You don't have to think. You don't have to be depressed. Miho told herself that if everyone could safely return to the original world, she stood up spilling a painful smile.