Night. Yoshiku, with True and Junko, headed to the 'Tasmanian Devil', a bar where the residents of the back street gathered. They took him, to be exact.
"This is a neutral designation for contested jurisdictions. It's also commonly used in information exchange and work transactions. Of course, the deal is limited to what's okay if you're seen or heard in public."
Junko explains as he walks to the box seat. Whether it means making use of it when working in the back streets in the future, I will receive it for a long time.
"What happens when you have a dispute? Are you going to let the police do this to you?
Hip down in your seat and Yoshiku asks. According to "Dark Cities," where backstreet residents and organizations are concentrated, we have known for a long time that the majority of the balance of power is above the backstreet for the police, and that basically backstreet residents do not defy the police.
I do what I'm blamed for sneaking around. However, if it becomes a large organization that even affects the political and financial media, like the President pickled in formalin, the story will be separate. I don't care about the eyes of the police, and I get my hands flat on various businesses.
"What, you're understudied. Don't you even know" Central "?"
True says. Shortly after I said it, the truth is I remember Dejav in that dialogue of mine.
"It's like a public agency for back streets. It also lays down common rules for backstreets. Many organizations follow it, and if you turn away, they'll send assassins from the center before the police do."
"Um, I'll study later..."
As far as the true story is concerned, even though it seemed to be quite important knowledge, I am ashamed of what I did not know due to lack of preview, and Shizuku becomes a vague expression.
"Still, that's a classy bar you saw. It's huge. I would have imagined a liquor store on the back street or something more sucky and atmospheric. It would be uncomfortable if minors did it, and it's just plain drunk."
A long time to share your thoughts.
"Are you tired of playing the piano over there? Wasn't that a crackhead?
"I'm working here part-time at night to overcome that crack. He said you'd still feel safe if you were a resident of the back street."
Junko tells the story of tiredness in the long run of discovering and asking tiredness.
"That's a lot of complexity, and the back street. It's not what I imagined it to be."
Long before falling into the back street, I hated it by joining the organization that killed my sister, thinking that the back street itself was nothing but evil, but I took a step and made contact with the inhabitants there and the image completely blew up.
"Were you here first! Evening!"
When Mika shows up in front of the seat with the three of them and screams, she sits straight next to Shizuku.
"Mika, stay annoyed during the day. By the way, Mika, did you go to see if you had a clone of your own?
"... Ngu! Ugh...!
Mika noses blatantly at Junko's question.
"It's a lie when it comes to not having that purpose, but first the request priority!
"I'm sorry you didn't have Mika's clone."
"What a shame! I'm relieved! I can't stay alert yet!
"Just kidding. Well, some of the clones that are already on sale might be Mika."
"I'm not kidding! I'm just relieved to imagine! Rather don't say it! You'd imagine! Don't make me imagine!
Making fun of Junko, Mika looked like she seriously hated him for a long time, but for some reason she laughed because she was only listening to the dialogue.
(This kid's a pretty weirdo, too. The snowstorm was quite a weirdo too, but if he was alive, he would have fallen in the back street or something... you know. No...... I don't know)
I remember my sister. He was a kid who didn't know what to do, so I can't be sure that he wouldn't fall in the back street, as he was alive. He had a fearless personality poking his neck at anything.
"What are you doing!
Minka asks when she notices Yoshioka staring down at herself while hanging out next door.
"Sorry. Remember my sister. And Mika's a funny kid, just like on TV."
"Me and your sister look alike!?
"It's just the common denominator of an unusual child... No, excuse me. He's already dead."
To Yoshihisa's word, Mika holds her mouth.
"He wants to get killed by a formalin-pickled president and take that revenge. I'm not just poking my neck at the curiosity and making it an article. This man has a proper faith and has recently fallen into the back streets. No, this is my first job falling into the back street."
Suddenly the truth turned to Mika and told her how she had long been following her, so Yoshiku looked at the truth unexpectedly.
(Do you care about interactions in daytime taxis? You were saying negative things about revenge, but Midori and the driver said the opposite, and you changed your mind a little bit)
Look at the truth. Makoto guesses so.
In fact, the presumption of Yoshiku had been met. I followed Mika, who was suspicious of her duty solely because of her position as the media, with the nuance of returning the debt, because I felt at the brink that she had made her uncomfortable by saying extra things.
"Midori also told me to look at the person, but look at this guy and decide if we want to work together. I mean, you came to this seat to make that decision, didn't you? Besides, you can't handle this on your own, and you might as well have me or this guy's powers. I don't know what I don't like about the press, but I think I can believe it."
"Ugh!"
Truly persuaded, Mika roars and arms and conceives.
"You, get older. There's no such thing as this guy. But thank you."
I smile and wink. In the long run, the truth becomes inner. I really don't accept this man's wink physiologically.
"My sister was killed playing and the footage was sold to a shithead. Seeing him, everything was a revulsion thought. I also hated the back street thing. Evil continues to exist in dignity, and my sister wants forgiveness for the fact that she was fed by that evil. In an effort to combat it, I became what Mika called mass rubbish."
"Ngugugu... I'm sorry..."
Mika apologizes with regret for speaking in a gentle tone.
"I couldn't do it after all. The power of the ostensibly pen does not extend. But I just wanted to use the pen as a weapon. Instead of blocking it with violence, I felt the power of the pen to appeal to the hearts of many people was effective. I want to believe that the power of the pen is the power of the heart. I don't know if they laugh at me when I'm talking about the blue smell. By falling into the back streets, I'm trying to be a pen and sword sword."
The three boys and girls were relieved because they did not return any words to deny their claim of righteousness, nor could they be seen in the eyes as if they had made a small fool of themselves.
(When I was in the company, many of my seniors looked at me with the eyes of a fool, saying that I was Aoyagi, who swings idealism about me.)
Until just a few days ago, I was constantly turned to the gaze of contempt. Of course, there were colleague reporters who understood and admitted to me about the long term, and those people looked at the long term with the exact opposite, warm gaze.
(I feel warm gaze from these guys, just like the seniors and those people. So I'm gonna trust these guys and rely on them)
Yes, Yoshiku decides on the mind.
"By the way, what's Mika's client like?
Yoshiku asks.
"Can you violate confidentiality! And to the reporter!
"Ex, but no. Well, I'm sorry I asked you something stupid. Eggs."
One hand up in front of his face, one eye meditating and apologizing with an adorable smile.
"Maybe it's an investigation to ask a friend of mine's entertainer if he's been cloned or something like that"
"Don't hit it! Idiot!"
To true pointing out, Mika screams like angry.
"Mika, I thought you might want to admit a little there."
Junko poked.