Apricot told me that the setting day was the day after tomorrow, and True and Tired were to spend the rest of the day in the church.
I complained about wanting to go home to the lab at night. Tired, but the truth was I dismissed it lightly. Because I truly insisted that something could happen by that day, and that I want to keep the information gathered as far as I can.
True and tired, who revealed the night in the chamber, the co-habitation area of the faithful, had been out since 6: 30 in the morning, sitting down on one of the benches in the garden on the church grounds, drinking the juice bought in the vending machine beside them. Being outside so early in the morning is a tired request.
"There's no conflict... over a hundred people laying futons in places like that gym... sleeping in the same space... I can't stand it... It's hell......"
Stupid tiredness with nagging additions and subtractions.
"Seems like he slept a lot instead."
He went to bed at twenty-three o'clock, and Tired began to sleep quietly immediately, holding his true hand sleeping next to him, so Truth was just getting up from the futon, strolling in the church late at night, etc.
After a stroll until midnight, he entered the futon to get some sleep, woke up at 2: 30 and strolled again, slept at 4: 00 and woke up after 6: 00. There were no particular unusual discoveries or encounters when I walked on the church grounds late at night. In the meantime, I never woke up tired.
"Apart from that and this...... I want to go home soon."
Tired looks up and sees the truth. Looking only at the current tiredness, it was true that I didn't feel very sympathetic when I saw him sleeping seven hours flat, although he was half crying and looked like he was serious and almost.
"What's going on?
A lucky boy in a jersey appears there, peeks into the tiredness of feeling terribly ill, and asks in a strange face. After my morning run, I came to buy some juice.
(I think I'll run tomorrow, too. Though it was actually the day I was supposed to run today)
I really have an early morning marathon for strength building to put aside for a few days, so I look at Lucky Son and think about that.
"This guy doesn't like crowded places. I hear life in the common room is tight."
"If you're a backstreet resident... even if there are a lot of people, it's fine..."
Described by the two of us, the lucky boy becomes an increasingly surprising face. The fact that magicians with the strongest signs had such weaknesses was not realistic, as if it were a fiction setting.
"You're early, too."
"Not only me, but some of my followers have already begun combat training. Using that oriented enthusiasm in a decent direction, I think I'll be able to reintegrate."
Rather than being sarcastic, Sachiko speaks in a frightening mood. But I couldn't really agree with that.
"You're in a position to live outside a fence trapped with livestock, and that's not what you can say. each other."
"Sort of."
Admitting the true penetration lightly, Yukiko smiles strangely.
"Want to see how they're doing? If it was what, would you try being a guide? There's only a very small number of guides with me right now, and I think you can do that."
"I'm free and I'll be collecting information, so I guess I'll go."
True to stand up drunk of juice at the invitation of the lucky child.
"I don't like it... I can't believe we're going anywhere else."
Tired grabs his true hand and pulls him back with a crying face.
"When I wake up in the morning, I'm out of my hands... and it's a lot worse..."
"When you spoil it because you think it'll be hard, you put it on. You are."
Truth shakes that hand off without a shake, dumps a can of juice in the trash and walks out.
"Is that girl always like that?
"Oh... depressing things like this"
True answers Yukiko, who walks shoulder to shoulder and asks in a frightened mood.
"Wait... wait..."
If I'm not left alone, I'm tired and I'll follow.
"You're not even here on my errands in the first place, but you're passive for something, and it would be weird at a time when I'm more seriously moving with you"
"That's... I know, but what I don't like... because I really don't like it..."
Hearing a casual conversation between true and tired, Yukiko took an interest in tired errands and doing things.
"What kind of errand did you guys visit here? The assassination of the Princess? Or an escort?"
Now that I hear it, I feel like it would be easy for me to talk about my purpose, and I'll ask. Sachiko thought that if it worked, she could also use this person.
"Neither. But I want to stop Liberation Day if there's anything I can do."
The true answer was vague.
When I told Lucky Son everything, I thought it might also interfere with my tired purpose, and I didn't tell the truth. That's unlikely in itself, and if you talk, you're likely to cooperate, but just in case, I truly thought that we should eliminate the extra factors.
To be honest, from the truth, I don't really trust a type like Sachiko. Regardless of who cares about you with a bulky personality like apricot or Li Mei, an unfriendly type like Yukiko may be backed up by giving information when you reveal it poorly in your hand. Because there are times when we have established a cooperative relationship and this one can also act in a flat manner.
Thereafter, the three entered the hospital without any particular conversation, and visited the training area.
In the Tatami Hall, as Yukiko said, many believers are eagerly encouraged to train in melee combat early in the morning. We're talking about a shooting range on the side.
Seeing the sight, Tired frowned and imagined his face, which was truly only rare in his head. It's not because their movements were poor. I felt a more mental distortion.
"Mad sheep grinding their nails and fangs, sounds like they want to get rammed"
True to forcefully grind molars for chewing grass to associate with the appearance of sheep making gizzard fangs.
"Yeah... but sheep are... sheep. I can't be a lion or a wolf..."
True and tired, the impressions and opinions we received together were in agreement. The perception that we are completely different from ourselves, whether we have weapons in our hands or polish our moves. Halfway through the art of killing people, I feel disgusted when I return them.
Lucky boy could understand the disgust the two boys had, but he couldn't empathize. True and tiresome in terms of putting yourself in the dark world, but I haven't kept it there to the bottom of my mind. The fortunate child, who moves only for the cause of righteousness, is also somewhat separated from the residents of the back street.
"Oh, hey, you've got two rumored newcomers, Sachiko."
A swollen belly girl dressed as a nun approached, smiling and speaking.