Recruiting his anger, Yi turned to the room where he was letting three human sandbags stay, and opened the door abusively.
The three inside, the old woman, the child and the woman, look to Yi with a face that is neither ready nor willing to give up. They all have terrible faces full of moles.
"Hey, get out."
Upon deliberately letting the three of them out into the hallway of the hotel, Yi kicked up the child's belly first.
"Here..."
"Ah!?
I greet the face of a woman with an open mouth with a back fist with an odd voice.
"I wouldn't mind being seen. Instead, I'm putting you out there to show you."
With a slight smile, Yi said.
"The police are coming, aren't they?
That's what I said, old lady's face. Centered, fist-jerking Yi. The old woman falls with a big peek in the rear as she sprinkles her nosebleeds.
"Ah! I don't care if it is! When you get here, you don't even kill that poly! I'm already upset, upset, unscrupulous. I'm in the mood! Ahhh!?
Summoning and scattering, Yi adds allowances or gradual kicking assault to the three of them. When the degree of clarity exceeded a certain level, I had the habit of wanting to try something self-indulgent. You sink your anger by deliberately doing what might be inconvenient for you and enjoying that thrill.
"What are you doing? Mr. Red Castle."
I heard a familiar voice. When I looked at her voice, Natsuko was staring at Yi. Junko is right next to me. A little back is true, too.
"Whoa, whoa, this is all for you. I thought this wasn't your room? What can I do for you?
Ask in a sarcastic tone. If you think in common sense, you were seen by the person you least wanted to be seen, but you felt like it didn't matter if you took it out of your current puffy fortitude.
"I smelled blood and adrenaline. I'm interested. There's no sound of hitting anything else. My ears and nose are great because I was born in Mekura.... is Mekla a non-broadcast term? I wonder if Messi's would be nice."
I'm not laughing, but Junko was at the usual pace.
"Messi is forbidden. Although it is only self-regulated and not prohibited by law"
And, Natsuko.
"So what's blind?
"You've been tabooed for that too. Then it became blind, then the brave without light, then the noble warriors facing the darkness, but word after word hunted, and now it should be good to go round and Mekla again"
Explain as Yi breathes roughly.
"Oh well. Word hunting is a really savage, nonsensical and troublesome substitute. So, what were you doing? Punishment time for someone who has a crush?
"Wow, what is it? These people, what? They even beat up grandmothers and children. What's going on? Who did it? You know, Mr. Red Castle, what's wrong with these people? Hey, tell me. How are these people getting bogged down?
Shortly after Junko asks the question, Masami, who comes from the opposite direction, looks at the three of them and is surprised at the over, and showers them with a similar question.
I tried to answer, Yi, but never experienced it before since I was born, I felt awesome killing and mumbling. Besides, the killing spirit is obviously directed at me.
Masami silently puts her hand inside the leather jacket. The end of Masami's gaze is pointed behind Junko and the others. Natsuko and Junko looked back and looked at the true one, the source of the killer until its vicious.
Junko sends a true gaze, complaining with his eyes and stopping him. True feels it and suppresses killing. Seeing that interaction, I fucking laugh Yi.
"You've shown some embarrassment. As it is a personal area, it would be a pleasure if you could leave us alone in order to continue a good relationship."
When I told him with an extremely disrespectful mouthful, he let his little hateful grin stick to his mouth and Yi walked away from the scene through the midst of Junko and the others.
"Hey, did someone beat you up a little while ago? Whatever the circumstances, I don't know how to beat up a kid or grandma like this. Aren't you crazy? That's crazy, isn't it? I mean, I want to know why you guys got beat up, too. Tell me. Hey, why? Why? What kind of relationship? Tell me because I want to know? I'm very interested. So tell me."
Ask Masami Yagi early, to the three of them who are walking down the hall. Asking, Masami gently stroked the wounds of the battered man, while also checking for fractures, etc.
"I want to know, too. From what I've seen, you don't even look like a Japanese-style organization."
As Natsuko asks, she sneaks on her phone's recording capabilities.
"Uh, hey, hey, little guy with the sticky face there. It's you, you. If you're free, I'll get you some water on the towel. What if? So is Junko Yukioka, right? Why are you so upset when there's an injured man in front of you? I don't know why. Look, it moves fast. Especially the little one on the top of the Buddha there is a boy. Shouldn't we be the first to move in these situations? We should move, right?
"Yes, sir."
Masami blames me for the quick talk. Now, Junko and True head inside the room where the three of us were.
"This is what I do. My unsuccessful son owes me a huge debt."
The old woman answers with a gentle grin on her face full of moles. Masami stuffed the old woman's nosebleed with a handkerchief, checking for facial wounds.
"There doesn't seem to be any abnormality in the bone, but it's too bad to hit him until the mole leaves a mark. I get outraged. You can beat up a woman, a child, an aunt or something a lot. I don't believe it, that guy. Aren't you out of your mind? He's definitely sick. I can tell. He said I should go to the head hospital, absolutely. So, do you ever get beaten up for work? Me, too?
"Me... my mother sold me. For the money... he said get this beat up and work."
A child turned to Masami answered with a trembling voice, spilling tears. Natsuko bites her lower lip and Masami also wrinkles between her eyebrows.
"What's that? I'm not a parent who lets someone beat up my own kid for money or anything. Yeah, I don't say parent. I don't qualify as a parent. I won't admit it. I get more and more outraged."
"Hey Toriyama... that's not what you say in front of that kid"
Natsuko tells me to blame Masami for not hesitating to say what I thought.
"I'm not talking about money. That man's ex-girlfriend. They threatened to kill my family if I defied them, so..."
The last woman left said, spilling a self-inflicted grin.
"Heh, wet towels."
Junko comes out of the room with a bright voice and throws a towel towards Masami.
"Hey Junko Yukioka. Aren't you stupid? Stupid, isn't it? This is where you're kidding? You're often told you can't read the air. Yeah, they must definitely think that from around you, even if they haven't told you. Definitely. I understand -. I told you instead because I'm kind, didn't I? That's why I'm a Mad Scientist, and people hate me, right? Why don't you change yourself a little? Absolutely should."
"Er... Er... the... yes... be careful... sorry"
Junko takes a towel and apologizes with a rare, tight grin at Jung-mi's criticism of being quick to talk about.
"There was also a first aid kit in the room. Why don't you go inside and do it?
The truth tells me only to peek at my face from indoors.
"You're all mindful. You're heartless. Why don't you just be a little more loving? Yeah, you should definitely do that. Because you look beautiful, you should also polish more faces and expressions. Do that. This is my advice as a senior in my life, isn't it?
"I wish I could, too."
To Masami's words, True said so with cold eyes.
"We don't let go of the first aid kit because this is our everyday tea meal. We're used to it, and we'll do it ourselves. I appreciate your concern."
The old woman smiled and said, bowing deeply, taking the woman and the child into the room, closing the door.
"Hey, Junko Yukioka"
Speak up with a dissatisfied face that feels like Masami is not being interpreted.
"Junko is fine. - You don't have to call me by my full name."
"Then Junko. Can't you help those people? It's hard because I'm hired by him, but if I use your bad wisdom in a good direction, I think I can handle it. You usually do bad things, but why don't you try something good once in a while?
"I agree."
True snort at the words of Masami.
"Toriyama, Junko's not all bad, she really does good things sometimes. Don't worry, I'm sure this time is every now and then."
Natsuko smiles and tells her. I think if we punish Yi at least, we can only free ourselves from Yi. If you're having trouble with the money, Natsuko thought you could hire him at the organization.
"Hmm, something is going on before I talk, but if they say that much, I wonder if the woman will get rid of it if she doesn't take it on. hahaha."
Seeing Junko smiling and answering as if she had been blamed for a good thing, Masami put her arms together and nodded satisfactorily over and over again, yeah.
Junko and True, who broke up with Masami and Natsuko after the human sandbag room, were walking shoulder-to-shoulder, but mostly Junko drops his gait and turns true back.
True had noticed that move by Junko, but didn't pay particular attention. It was more on my mind remembering the assault of Yi than that. He even wanted to bury him with his own hands if he could, and he even started working out a calculation for it.
Behind such a true, when Junko holds hands and hands together with only his index finger extended, pulling his hands back and holding each other around his hips, he protrudes momentously with his true glutes turned.
"What the hell?"
"I told you not to lose your cool at any time - right?
Unexpectedly kneeling to protest, Junko did his index finger to his mouth with his hands together, breathing down as if to blow off the nitrous smoke rising from the muzzle.
"I'm not telling you not to remember your anger. Being angry is an important human emotion. But the kid who can't contain it is immature, okay?
"Right. Sorry."
Junko smiles and strokes her true head as she reflects. I would shake it off if it was the usual truth, but I didn't feel like doing so then.
"Still, I don't understand the nerves of doing that in the hotel hallway."
"Do we know we're coming, and do we intentionally make ourselves look foolish, trying to keep us alert, or are we going to provoke ourselves to recruit our evil feelings and make us hemp, or does it make no deep sense? I don't know. It's behavior."
"So you're saying I just fucked up? I don't know what you're gonna do if they really kill you with that provocation."
"Maybe I can't help thinking deeply. He's one of those kids who doesn't really know how to behave. No evil flourishes, and I think True is waiting for a satisfying end, too? Oh, for a kid like that. Come on."
Junko leaks laughter.
"Then you're not going to end up like this, so I have to do something about it before it does."
"Haha, right. I hope so."
Junko laughed strangely at the true words, which were neither ironic nor serious.