"I can't believe you made it look like a battle with a knife to match your opponent and framed with steel wire on the way out, Masaru Boulder, you're so cowardly. You don't realize what you've done is cowardly."
Junko laughs and shares his thoughts after watching all of his battles with Tazawa and freakishly dull.
"I miss you... Tatsuhiro Kato"
Kato, who appeared in front of him in true, showed up on the display and said with his tired eyes closed.
"Wow, I'm totally a grandpa. Are you about eighty years old already?"
Look at Kato's face and narrow your eyes as if Junko will miss it.
"Even though I'm old, let me fight that Kato Tatsuhiro... is it really okay...? At least true to Kato during the full season, there is a huge difference in strength...? Kirin is no better than a horse when he's old... but we know that there's a difference between the inexorable things of experience...
"That's why it's okay. It's obvious you're better at fighting than yourself."
I'm tired of showing you and Junko, who doesn't seem to be worried.
"No overprotections, 'cause that's when I found out."
"So... what if something happened?
"I believe you're absolutely fine. Besides, I'm not manipulating that kid's fate. It's up to her to make up her mind."
Junko kept smiling and saying positive things to her tired mouthing all negative opinions with an anxious look on her face.
Inside the playroom, there was a trendy song from the wire.
A glass poured with whiskey is placed on the counter. That number is seven. But there is only one empty glass. Truth immediately detects what they mean.
When True set up the knife, Kato burst into the front with a bullet-like momentum.
With a kick in the eye, the knife is bounced early.
(Kickboxing or Muay Thai? Looks like the martial arts around here are based, but it's a great kick speed. I don't think it's a very eighty past grandpa move)
Pull a clear long needle out of the back of the tie and squeeze it backwards against your hands as you think of your own face circling your eyes in your head.
(Don't come from the left)
Kato's left leg was about to rise, and where he was alert to kick, a knife that had been gripped at some point in Kato's right hand flew in.
True to the unexpected feint, right after the knife is removed.
The kick flies for the resulting gap, but while guarding with his right hand, he jumps into Kato's pocket without a clean hit of kicking.
I experience intense pain and paralysis in my right hand and my true spine freezes. The kick now, if eaten properly, was enough blow to take a life.
The fear of death mixes with a sense of fullness for having successfully engulfed it, resulting in a truly comfortable feeling, trembling a true mind and body. It's another subtly different pleasure from a shootout.
(I think it went better with the anachronisms earlier, but this is also interesting)
Stick out Kato's throat with a long needle that he could carry on his left hand. Kato's right hand grabbed and captured that true left wrist.
"Hello, hello, lucky to meet you. Hello, hello, a healthy future."
A new song from Mika Tsukinawa came out in the playroom.
True stabs Kato's right hand with a right hand needle. Kato frowned and untied the restraint, but instead stepped on one true foot. Kato spins with his stepped foot as a fulcrum, keeping his right hand truly pierced with a needle, even using it to intertwine well to replace his body and take a true back.
Turn your left arm around your true neck. It was an attempt to snap a true thin neck in an instant, but between the neck and the arm, the truth quickly slipped the left hand into it to prevent it.
"There are bad things, but there are always good things."
"I hate this song."
I just got glued, and the truth squeaked.
"I mean, it's a little bit like singing all the songs that affirmed everything in the world like a fool that this guy himself is crummy or something..."
"I think that's a good idea."
Kato with a slight laugh.
"Because a positive and bright human hymn is what inspires and invigorates the hearts and minds of the world's people. It's only natural that these songs should be liked by the public."
"I see. I might be poisoned by Snow Oka's hobbies."
True to remove the needle that was piercing Kato's right hand. Kato makes predictions about what he's going to roll out, and he's going to be on guard.
True defeats the upper body well in advance. Kato released the restraint, wary of being thrown by his own body as it was. Kato releases a kick with plenty of weight on his head, dressed as a true side head that is totally showing his back.
True that wasn't an avoidable posture, but only reflex nerves and intuition guard the head with both hands.
At that time, an unpleasant sound echoed through the body than the right arm that prevented the kick. I feel little pain because of the adrenaline, but I can tell this feeling is sure that my arm bones are broken.
Not if I prolong it.
The fear of death erodes the true body and mind when one major part of the body is lost. It was like the mockery of death, but the truth welcomed it. So much so that the poker face collapses and the grin spills naturally.
(Folds all at once)
Meanwhile, Kato also makes the same decision as true, raising his right leg wide and swinging down his heel with his true back of his head still facing back.
As Kato moved, True bounced backwards with his back to Kato and snuggled up with Kato again.
"It was our last bet."
At the same time that he snuggled with Kato's body on his back, the truth pierced Kato's dovetail with a needle on his left hand whispers with a smile on his face.
"Little suke. If your body was a little bigger, it would have hit me. Besides, it's more lumpy than I imagined."
Kato laughs bitterly. The heel drop was only slightly blushing his true shoulder.
"You just defeated a hero. Alongside the Moon, he was a delicacy here. If you hadn't killed me, you could have been a killer over me all season."
Shortly after I say it, I spit my blood out violently and it collapses.
"Is it time for the gas to go away, too?
As he grows large and looks up at the ceiling, he takes out the cigar and sets it on fire. I coughed hard and threw up a cigar, but I could pick it up right away, and then again.
True bleeding and fatigue make me buttcake a little further away from Kato.
"Hmm. A draw."
Seeing how true that was, Kato shrugged.
"Just kidding. I'm just taking a break because I'm tired. Whatever you think, I win."
Leaning against the wall with an ass cake, the truth corrects with a rough breath.
"Then make sure I'm just taking a break, too. That way it's a draw."
"You're too old to lose."
"Ha ha ha... that's why I lived to this age"
Kato laughs funny, even as she vomits blood.
We both stared at each other blurry for a while, but the truth opened our mouths better.
"Since the beginning, we've been talking about giving Mutsuki one."
With one sacrifice, I didn't have to end up crushing one organization at a time - I said the truth, but I didn't scorn it. All right. That was a light talk.
"You can't do that. The only place for all of us is here on a sweep vacation."
I smile and give it back, Kato.
"It's always a big idle moon. Otani also spoke of the Moon until his death."
"Heroes seem to have fallen in love with the Moon."
"Oh, I knew you were"
True to think of yourself in your head, with a dark face.
"There was also a time when I was cursing the world, like the Good Moon and others. It was the killer who saved my mind. Now I've got people's hearts. I gained a heart of friendship, affection, trust and trust. Sometimes what people would shun brings salvation. No, sometimes that's the only way to save them. I've gathered them all together."
"Is that the sweeping vacation? That's a charity."
"Mm-hmm. That charity was a success. But... there's still one guy who hasn't been saved."
"I wouldn't be alone. It's hard to say that Sarge's brother was saved, too."
"He was looking for a place of peace. I think it came true here."
I felt true about Kato's words, but I dare not speak of them.
"It is not limited to sweeping vacations, but many who fall into the back streets will have been left behind by the general community."
"Indeed."
"I've been thinking about it. How can that child be saved? the hatred in that kid, the impulse of uncontrollable murder... how can I get rid of him. Knowing trust and fraternity with my companions allowed me to gain a human heart, but that alone... was not possible. And I noticed. One more thing, the ritual - that it requires sacrifice. It's not like Mutsuki said. There's another sacrifice... of that child... a sacrifice to wipe out hatred..."
"You think that's you?
"Yes... and it was made. By your hand... I'm glad to hear that. Now we're all saved."
Lives are lost from Kato. His eyes are closed, his neck is held aside, and he leaks an uninterrupted, plundering voice.
"Tell her what I just said... tell her... I'm sure she'll wake up with it. That child's heart will be freed... who, as one, will resent Mutsuki... if we don't..."
"You mean all of them sacrificed themselves for one of them? That's a big charity."
"As a result... it did. Nothing... it's better that way... than leaving nothing behind, okay?
That became Kato's last word.
(This is what Snow Oka and Tired said, will it inspire you to let him go?
After Kato saw him take his breath away, True exhaled heavily, pulling out his whole body.