Junko was aware. Murder that keeps letting go at me all the time.
Someone is plotting to kill themselves. Junko, who lived so long as he was distracted, and in the meantime had been targeted for his life so many times that he had been able to retreat from all of it, even wherever he was willing to kill, he became perceptible.
But uncomfortable. This killing intent was terribly young and I felt pure. fundamentally different from many who have ever turned to themselves to kill and have earnestly come to kill.
And the intent to kill is prolonged, and there is no rest for a while. It's a state of prolonged lethality.
I am a pure child who transcends physical distances and senses more intent to kill than the spiritual world, but I was able to return to the laboratory and physically perceive it in the form of electromagnetic waves. The Lord of intent to kill is in the laboratory.
(I wonder what happened to you. If you were pulling into a room, you wouldn't notice if you were just an intruder, but if you're so killer, you're going to find out if you're in the lab)
Junko is surprised as he knocks through the broken door.
I can see which room the enemy is already in. It is difficult, such as to wipe out the killings and intentions completely, and although Junko has never seen them before, he makes an effort to contain them.
But I don't see it at all in the Lord of this killing. That was strange and intriguing.
(Sake, who is it?)
Even smiling, Junko excitedly opens the door where the Lord of Killer is.
Junko's grin froze when he saw the figure of those who were in the room. The excitement also blew away somewhere in an instant.
"Really... you?
Directly opposite the door, Junko is stunned when he sits in a chair and sees the truth holding the gun with his hands against the door.
Don't move.
True to stare at Junko with an impatient face and speak a cold voice. Naturally, Junko had never seen a true look like this or heard such a voice before.
"I found out everything. You tricked me into looking at me like this... I can't believe you were like this..."
The meaning of words coming out of my true mouth is - I know I've been torn apart, but I don't know what other words mean. There seems to be some misunderstanding, and the reason for that misunderstanding is that Junko has no idea.
"What I..."
The words were blocked by gunfire along the way. A bullet fired at the head wears a wall in the aisle. Junko didn't even try to flirt. Because I knew it would come off.
"You've been fooling me... Shh... it was just research material. And then you take away all my precious human beings..."
Hearing the true dialogue, Junko nursed a tease.
(Is that what you mean? She's the only one who does this)
I had lost sight of its very existence for many years, but therefore didn't even think it was going to be completely alert and give a little bit, and as a result, it caused the worst.
Junko hurt his chest. It's totally my failure. That hurt the truth.
(Solve misunderstandings? But... misunderstanding doesn't change that you hurt this kid because of me, does it? Besides, I wonder if this might be convenient in a way. This child is already hurt, and to heal that wound...)
Computation works visibly in Junko's head.
(I wonder if I should be happy that I was a good inspiration to drag you into this world over here. I've always hesitated, and I couldn't get over it, but now that this has happened, it's probably the best thing to do)
So determined, Junko slowly approaches the true one.
Truth is, shoot the gun silently. Junko just twisted his upper body gently to flutter it, while silently approaching. I cowered the truth for a moment when I saw it, but I immediately regain my killing temper and shoot him to keep putting up the third and fourth shots.
The true gun was being played by the bullet that the true shot. Junko opened the door of space to herself and two places above her true head, inducing a bullet shot at her to hit a gun with a true hold, but she really has no idea what happened.
"Listen to me. Please."
Truly, Junko speaks with a gentle voice with a gentle grin as she is bounced off the gun, holding down her paralyzed hand and staring.
Truth is, I didn't have ears to listen to, I pulled out the knife I had planted in both pockets of my pants at the same time, and I shook a knife in each hand and jumped at Junko.
Roll out the knife on your right hand with Pure Son's throat rolled out. He expects to be deflected and is ready to go stabbing with a knife on his left hand immediately. Simulation took place in scattered brains until Junko came here.
I expected the first shot, but it was gently diverted. But I think of a few patterns in my head after I flip them, and I wave the knife on my left hand as the other person moves.
"Mm-hmm. Nice muscle. This is promising for the future, and it's worth polishing."
The knife on the left hand was caught in the right hand of Junko. Bare hands the part of the blade. But not a drop of blood has come out. On the contrary, the truth is that the weight and feel of the knife held by the left hand have changed.
Seeing, the knife melted and collapsed in the hands of Junko, becoming dust, powder, fog, and eventually the blade disappeared without a trace.
At that time, true instinct understood. Hours of simulation, and a strong readiness for revenge for my own kejime for losing everything, make no sense, no sense at all, a difference in historical power.
(No... I don't... I can't kill this guy... I can never...)
Accepting that fact, he despairs, his power rapidly falls out of his true body, dropping the knife he was holding in his right hand, and nodding.
(I can't kill you... But......)
True to stop at that critical place where your heart breaks, arouse your temper, raise your face, and stare at Junko.
(What happens to the carelessness of the people killed by this guy because of me? If I give up, that's it. Even if you don't, I'll at least reward you with one arrow. I'll do what I can)
True to hold my fist. Last remaining, simple physical violence. I don't even think that makes sense, and I know that doing that only makes me self-satisfied, but I tell myself it's better than not doing anything.
(Hmm... this is one or two shots... no, I think I should let him beat me up as much as I want and let him feel calm with it)
Seeing as True was about to hit himself, Junko decided so.
Shortly after, True pushed down Junko's body.
"Huh?"
To unexpected behavior, Junko closes his eyes.
"If my body can't, I'll try to kill my heart. I seem to be an abnormal lust, and I'm still ready. In a situation like this, it's like a big one."
True to say words that only you can understand, dressed in a cover covering cover on a pure child. I was remembering what Reiko once said. He said he was offended and killed his heart.
"Yep..."
Understanding what I was truly trying to do and the circumstances in which I was placed, Junko, who was always calm and rarely upset, had a grin that had never been surprisingly confusing and drawn to me.