The junction created by Yukiko is strewn inside an establishment called the Specialty Aquarium for Software Animals.
This junction cannot be completely blocked from entering from the outside because it is of the type that traps it inside, rather than preventing it from entering from the outside. It is only a structure that focuses on the sealing of the Power Spirit. Because of the nature of the power of the Spirit, we had to do so.
Therefore, guests often enter the contours of the junction. Even if there are those who come in occasionally, they are twisting and bending the space so that they do not easily reach the center that is sealing the Spirit of Power.
To the extent that I have stepped into the outer contour of the junction, I am able to go outside without any problems, and I am keeping it to the extent that I do not realize that the space is twisted.
Until the arrival of the undercover troops to form the Spirit of Power, Yukiko had become less able to move extensively. We must multiply our ties with witchcraft and continue to monitor the power spirits with enhanced seals.
Carrying is the earliest impossible condition. The seal originally applied has either been exposed to the outside air or has completely disappeared.
The intruder is still in the outline of the junction. Transfer your consciousness from there to the presence that appeared in front of you.
In the distortion of the space, Yukiko watched as the spirit of power was already raging outside the pot, in a mood that was not at ease. Even though it has been released from the seal of the pot, it is in a state where it cannot come out of the seal by the multiple junctions tensioned by Yukiko.
He was rarely a man in his lifetime. It now retained little of the shape of a man. Barely distinguishable between mouth, eyes and nostrils. Long, thin, and flattened, stretched, spiritual body as if by definition. The colour was light and bright with water colour, but I think Yukiko is just as bright as it is wearing something stuffed.
There is a face at its tip that is difficult to discern like it was covered with a thin membrane. If I looked closely at it, I could confirm that its face was distorted in agony.
I wonder what the hell would happen if something that was a person turned out to be such a substitute. I wonder what the hell people think and turn people into such substitutes. And this is how we've been suffering for hundreds of years?
Just thinking about it makes Sachiko feel sick. I also inflict pain on the spirit and use it as a weapon, but I don't want to be unnecessarily angry. Sachiko is aware of how much of the power she uses is a different way of doing things, and then she scorns and curses herself.
The art of evil spirits is even when the Spirit is used to attack, freeing the Spirit and releasing it to the Underworld.
But this power spirit is applied a surgical logic that does not purify resentment by continuing to inflict pain on the spirit for hundreds of years. Those who had superior alien powers in their lifetime, but who have therefore been given such a harsh destiny to extract and use only that power - that is the Spirit of Power.
Yukiko regains consciousness of the intruder within the junction.
"Multiple...... eight too. Besides, from the way you carry your feet, you're not the one on the surface."
A lucky boy who speaks up and squeals. I can grasp all the events within the conjuncture. The other person didn't happen to get lost. Sachiko is the one who wants it.
(Sounds like he was being followed)
Now it's easy to see who that tail opponent is. who was checking himself. An informer or something, now he's selling information on where he is. Or maybe every moment of the month sold it. Yes, Sachiko was thinking about it.
The seller of the story is likely Junko Yukioka, but there are some inexplicable parts to it. When it comes to the assassin she turns to, Makoto Aizawa, known by the street name of Junko Yukioka's murder doll, is the staple. And the fact that there are eight of them could be another opponent.
The aim will of course be the Spirit of Power. Already freed from the kettle, this is not in the hands of the magicians there. Carrying, etc. That's impossible unless you're Sister Class Incapacitated, Lucky Son's boss. No, even Sister is difficult given the nature of the power of this power spirit.
If Lucky Son is killed, the Spirit of Power runs wild. Location alone would cause terrible damage.
(Spirit stock is enough, and you're the one who doesn't have to broaden the boundaries)
With determination and willingness to kill, Kouko rises, crossing his hands several times in front of his face to tie the mark, and begins to cast a spell in a whisper.
"Wow! I have eyes, I have eyes!
"What's going on! I can't see a thing!
"You too! That's why I hated my spellman opponent!
Numerous screams. Possession by the Blind Spirit that Lucky Son serves brings blindness and kills the enemy's fighting power once and for all. The name of the Blind Spiritualist should be quite well known in the back street, but Yukiko was surprised that the measures had not been taken either.
A lucky boy who goes to a blind enemy.
"Who -!?
Feeling the signs, one of the blind raiders did what, but Yukiko answered with a kick to it. They make me fall, crawl to the ground and squat.
"Whose hand? If I told you, I wouldn't have to help you."
Consciously speaking out a hard voice, who on the contrary does what back lucky child.
"Ya, I'm addicted to sighs! We were hired!
Gunshots sound. Something falls while the aftershots are sounding, and the smell of blood begins to drift. This would have conveyed the situation to the remaining seven.
"You don't have to lie. You can't have that kind of leeway for your current sigh poisoning, can you? Everyone except one was caught in a rival Japanese game."
"It's a japanese game..."
"Idiot, they're gonna kill you anyway where I said they would!
Shout in a tone blamed by another for one person's confession. Sachiko is more and more shy that this man who blamed him for confessing rather.
"I won't kill you. I'll get you oriented, so just walk straight up until you hit something."
With that said, Lucky Son turned the raiders one by one, only to orient them. As one, there was no one trying to poke and assault Lucky Son's void.
"Um... your eyes heal?
One asks scared.
"If you ask someone to demystify you. I'm not that fond of people, so I won't."
"Thank you enough for letting me live."
He was a lucky boy who meant to say it out cold, but when he saw someone he really appreciated, he got a complicated look.
"There were eight of them, and they were all destroyed."
Listening to the report, Yi exhales loudly and puts his hand on his forehead.
"One person was killed. They say the seven survivors are blind due to mental disorders."
The nearby Qingdao adds in a chilling tone.
"I used to let him live and go home. You can look at us as leaking over there."
"You can think of that, right? I was wondering if our organization should recognize that numbers are not of good quality anyway."
"I know. I don't blame you. It's a collection of rumors. That's how the organization grew up, and we're gonna have to keep working crisps for survival."
Honestly, Yi is unfamiliar with non-Qingdao subordinates, including the executives. It's an organization that gave way to its father. Early on, they are also in a hurry to be recognized as full bosses.
"I don't know how many prestigious spellmen are opponents, but only eight in one will be defeated. It's like a cartoon."
and Qingdao.
"There's no such thing as a magician. It's just that existence is normal, and from the standpoint, it's a cartoon, right?
"But just because you're a magician or an incompetent doesn't mean you're unconditionally powerful. Nor can we deal with multiple assassin opponents. The power of a blind spiritualist seems considerable."
Of course, the fact that there is basically anything in the back street makes me feel good, and I don't regard that as a special threat. I'm just saying that Aoshima was right this time and the other guy was extra strong. Then you can deal with that a lot.
"Don't wander. Hire a good killer."
"I'm not wandering around."
"No, I just wanted to say this nonsense, because it's a one-time dialogue."
I smile with lightness.
"What about Masami Toriyama?
Upon hearing Qingdao's suggestion, Yi immediately searches the Internet for the name.
I've only heard the name, and I know the extent to which it's quite an arm in a doomsday, but that's all I know. I just want to know how much work I've done so far, for what it turns out.
Hopefully, the best thing you need to know is if you're good at assassinations or if you can also fight head-on. Needs vary according to the circumstances between those who can fight against their enemies and the killers who are obtaining unilateral assassinations. I consider this a combat premise, so I needed someone who was good at rough things.
"That's good. Oh, this guy is amazing... hey."
Yi was amazed when she saw Masami Toriyama's list of results on the site of the list of free and active people on the back street.
"Plus, I've been leaving Junko Yukioka many times. Just in case you get caught up with Yukioka, why don't you rely on him?"
"I was wondering if there were any more candidates in the current situation."
Seeing Aoshima, who was good at it, Yi accidentally spilled a grin.
"And maybe we should ask Junko Yukioka to help us, too. Better to get it here and sell thanks, but I can't help it. Even in the form of fighting together, thanks can be sold. If you can take advantage of the irregular, you can take advantage of it."
The greedy idea of using whatever you could use was so intimate that it was laughable to watch. But on the other hand, Aoshima recognized that he was still young and inexperienced, but therefore dangerous, and that the follow-up around him was his role.