Battle with an unfamiliar sword in a place called a narrow, steep staircase. Besides, after matching the other guy's specialty. I also truly know how stupid an act that is.
"From what I get, you mean you've had a good preview of me, too. Inspirational."
Tazawa smiled, looking up at the truth with the black-filled sword in the middle.
"There's nothing to be cowardly about in the meantime, and I matched them to the mound. Oh, that's a lot of courage at all. You don't have to fit in here. You can do as much as you want."
"I guess so. But I like this way. [M] It's more fun."
In true words, Tazawa makes his expression shine even more.
"Heh, don't feel comfortable. I'm a fool like you. I like you, don't I?
"There's as much we can do over there as we can. I jumped inside this building full of gas, and not just seal the firearms, but I can frame as many others as I want. I didn't seem to dare, so I tried to match it."
"That you're a big, fat kid."
Tazawa laughing slightly. I can tell just by confronting him. It is conveyed that the opponent in front of him, even if he looks like a child, is in essence like a brawler who eats Shura. The gap seemed surreal and strange.
There are four reasons why Tazawa chose the score as his sword in the slayer business.
The first was when I was a student, I caught a sword, so a weapon called a sword was familiar to me.
The second is that you cannot get it with a gun, you can cleave your skin and flesh, break your bones, and feel the definite feeling of taking the other person's life through the sword.
The third is the feeling of slaughtering the opponent who believes in his own advantage with a weapon called a sword that cannot be stepped into close position against a weapon that is unilaterally and overwhelmingly advantageous from a distance: a gun.
The fourth is to force even the unlikely enemy into the mound of melee, which he specializes in using gas. Many are good at shooting each other, but not so many have extremed melee fights. And Tazawa has the pride that it's the best.
After knowing the fourth reason in advance, the other person came into it. I can't help but be happy with Tazawa. I can't believe that such an idiot was in this world. I know you're an idiot, but I'm not making a fool of you at all. I want to play with the utmost respect.
First, Tazawa moved. Small space to wave a sword. Tazawa is more situated under the steep stairs. The most effective way to attack is to poke. No, that's all I have.
(They're swinging it down - betting on my whole life. Never avoid it or anything else.)
Shortly before he rushed out, Tazawa was moving after betting everything on it, imagining predictions of enemy action in his head.
There are steps between True and Tazawa. The shake from the middle section is just fine. I really thought about it and stood in the middle. But...
(Bloody hell...)
He opened his eyes wide to the action taken by True, leaving Tazawa with a face he seemed to enjoy.
At that time when Tazawa's sword approached his side, True lowered the tip of his sword, he dropped his hips, almost as much momentum as jumping down the stairs from body to body, and welcomed Tazawa himself poking at him.
True was slightly faster for the added momentum of gravity, but its speed is an uncontrolled substitute. It is almost like a ball-shash of a matching aim.
Tazawa reformulated his aim as he ate and ran up the stairs all at once, sticking out his hand with a knife.
Blood splashes up. A true little body hits Tazawa's body and rolls straight down.
Fatty sweat erupts from all over Tazawa's body. The true knife was slightly off Tazawa's neck, but if the comma had been delayed for a few seconds, Tazawa would have ejected more blood than his opponent from his neck and stayed put.
True as he rolled down the stairs, he immediately rose up and stood in the middle toward Tazawa. Earlier, the upper and lower parts were replaced.
"You're crazier than I thought. No, no, no, no. That's a compliment, isn't it?
"Really? I just thought about what movement you might not be able to predict and did it."
True to return to Tazawa, who laughs when he shows his teeth, with no expression. The right side of its neat face is slit from eye to ear and blood is pouring out violently. Not deep enough to be directly connected to death, but the eyeballs are completely mutilated.
Now step forward from the true one.
(Well, I'll bet you'll poke me again)
Tazawa anticipated poking, taking advantage of the local interest of being in the upper position, jumped and flexed, then stepped on his opponent with both feet straight from the top, and was a freshly poking belly.
"Hey......!?
But once again, True came out of Tazawa's unexpected move. When I thought I'd switched swords backwards with my left hand, I stuck my sword in my hips and fleshed, trying to punch him with my right fist.
In contrast, Tazawa did not change his planned response. Retreat and go up the stairs, then jump and try to step from the top.
But the true sword was held backwards in his left hand. As he glanced at himself greatly, he shook off Tazawa's tibia with a ninja-like knife.
I felt hot on both legs, and while I fell ill in the air, Tazawa really covered me as it was, slashing me in the hanging.
I roll down the stairs in such a way that I can't land well and the two of us stay together as they are.
"It was predicted. That's what's coming."
Where it fell, True whispered so in Tazawa's ear.
Even while it was tangled up and the two of us were rolling off, the truth was we hadn't stopped moving. Tazawa's right wrist with a knife in his hand is grabbed by his true right hand at some point.
True, on the other hand, was letting go of his own sword as he was falling down the stairs. Now both hands are free.
A steel wire extending from his left hand is wrapped around Tazawa's right wrist, which is being held down.
The moment Tazawa moves to jump, trying to distance himself from each other at the same time, at the same time True pulls his left hand as much as he wants.
Tazawa's right hand was severed and flew to his true feet while grabbing the knife.
There is a lot of blood coming from the severed hands of Tazawa.
Massive amounts of sweat are erupting from all over the body. The certainty of inescapable death. Still, Tazawa turned her face truly, without turning off the laughter she seemed to enjoy.
On the other hand, the true one, from the left chest to the right flank of the hanging, his uniform was just torn apart and blood seeped into his clothes.
Thanks to a uniform with bulletproof blade proof fiber specifications, it did not lead to fatal injuries, but it cannot even be called minor injuries. But the truth remains utterly faceless, picking up his own sword.
"Why... an interesting hungry ghost like you... was born?
Laughing with a face that darkened the Dead Minister, Tazawa took the lighter out of his nose.
The moment you take it out, the truth pulls your left hand again. Tazawa's left arm is cut off from his elbow and falls to the floor holding the lighter. One steel wire still remained tangled in Tazawa's body. In this gas, we predicted that we would use fire to blow ourselves up. But...
"That's right, you should have lit it without bothering to let it out. That way there wasn't a single one. But even though my people are in the building, there's no way I can do that. Finally, at least, you were trying to intimidate me, weren't you?
After seeing through so much, Tazawa is flabbergasted by the true meanness of having deliberately amputated his hand.
"Though it's funny... being not cute - being a kid... About this way. From what to what? Everything you do is unexpected... the ability to read people's minds?
"Experienced knowledge, wisdom and the fruit of daily refinement."
"Hmm... right. That's better."
When I say that and laugh, I roll over to the big letters on the spot and close my eyes, Tazawa.
True holds the sword in his hand and approaches Tazawa. I can no longer feel fine dust or fighting spirit in Tazawa, but I won't be alarmed until the end.
Blood falls on Tazawa's face. It's blood falling from a true face peeking into Tazawa.
"Oh, it was a fun life... To the end, I lived doing all I wanted to do. hehe......"
On the laughing neck of Tazawa, a black cut protrudes and a blood splash rises. Tazawa's blood will be on his true face, and Tazawa's own blood will be on him, and both of them will be mixed with true blood.
I think of a single girl behind Tazawa's lid. Long dark hair that reaches to the legs, naive smile. The way I remember it vividly, even decades ago.
"What, you're the last one to come out..."
Squeeze with a faint voice. The girl showed her beautiful white teeth and made her laugh.
(I can't believe you're dead...)
Tazawa thought so again before losing consciousness.
Truth felt the signs, turned away from Tazawa's body, and did his eyes on the stairs.
(I need to deal with another person before I can help my husband)
From the top of the stairs emerged an old man in a suit with a straight waist.
"Let's continue with the adult group of sweeping vacations"
The legendary killer, Tatsuhiro Kato, stares at the truth and smiles invincibly as he lays his hands on a beautifully groomed white moustache.
"Shouldn't you say the rotor group?
True to set the knife facing Kato.
"Hmm. Tazawa has worked hard."
Kato said as he was impressed, as he alternated between the bloody truth with his right eye amputated and slashed from chest to torso, and Tazawa, who had finished about a dozen seconds earlier.
"Would you be honored to meet the legendary killer? Then they can teach you how to kill."
"Nothing. It's time to change generations."
"I don't think so. If the protagonist of Noir is a child like you, there's no tightening up the story."
While slapping lightly, Kato was desperately trying to get her breathing ready. It's getting worse again. Until we're done, I want to buy some time.
(Please, don't give me seizures in the middle of the fight)
Kato squeaks without putting it in his mouth.
(Definitely, this will be my last fight. You don't want to be disturbed by anything like that. I don't care what hell you go to after you die, just now, God, Buddha, Demon...)
Kato offering her prayers in earnest. I hope painfully that I don't just want an unusual ending.
"Were you fighting in this place? That's cramped. Let's go somewhere where we can fight more stretches."
Saying so, Kato leads up the stairs backwards with a vigilant foothold, with the true one facing him. True remains constant in time, with the sword in place, and then slowly follows.
(This will buy me a little time - eh? No, it's a pity to use a hand like this)
Spilling a smile, Kato was invited to the playroom with the truth as she walked backwards.