The next day, Yoshiku accompanied Junko instead of the escort to the house of incense.
"Scared? To know the truth."
Junko asks where she came to the apartment where Kaori lives.
"Bye. I've always been caught up in feelings about what I've been, and I don't feel like I'm being chased in a place where my mind is unstable."
On the surface, he was desperate to disguise himself as calm, but lost sight of his purpose, which seemed to shake his identity.
"Even if we lose sight of our goal, the process of walking towards it doesn't mean we're going to waste it, does it? Well, I can't help but feel lost."
"I know by reason, and I'm going to switch. A freelance journalist on the back street is a good way to live."
"But there's power in that, and instead of having it be my experimental bench, there's a modification enhancement -"
"Enough with the invitation to modify. But I'll think about it."
Block the words of Junko and press the bell.
'That's a fancy escort. I didn't know you were accompanied by a living legend on the back street.'
"Open it."
The sarcastic tone of incense sounds from the intercom, and Yoshiku finds it irritating.
The entrance door to the apartment opens and the two head to the incense room.
"Calm down. When you get emotional, you don't get into a lot of things."
Junko advises in the elevator.
"I'm sorry to say, but you don't want to be like Mika yesterday. Even if you're angry, it has to be controlled anger. It's okay. When I was a reporter, I failed."
Honestly Yoshiku thinks Mika shouldn't have shot Inouigaya yesterday, and Mika was hurt by the shooting. But I also know that someone has to take on the role of stopping Inouigaya. Have pity that it was Mika by virtue of it.
"Were you afraid to come alone?
Go in front of the incense room, and when the door opens and incense gives you a peek in the face, you mouth the disgust.
"It's not like I wanted to kill you by framing you for something else. I was always with the three of them when I first arrived. So the three of us were out of water again and just wanted to reveal the truth."
"Don't do anything unsolicited. Let him see the blizzard. And don't waste your time hearing the truth and how funny it is."
To the fragrance as if to explain, in the face of the displeasure itself, Shizuku says to the stirring feeling.
Incense exhales small, prompting the two of them to enter.
He was sent to the Japanese-style room of the Ten Tatami, and when he saw the person there, Yoshiku was breathtaking. The hair that was long is dyed brown after being briefly tucked away, and I am old and completely grown up, but the shadow is left dark and I can't go wrong looking at it.
(Did you really live...)
I don't know if this is a good dream or a bad reality. I don't even know what the hell happened, but this is how the blizzard that I always thought was dead lives in front of me. The fact was senseless.
"Snowstorm..."
"Hey, it's been nine years. Brother. And Junko."
Looking up at them with their claws on the tatami, the blizzard laughed as they did.
Junko?
Surprised that his name came out of the mouth of the blizzard, Yoshiku glances at Junko next to him.
"Long time no see, Snowstorm"
"What?"
Yoshiku opens his mouth pompously to Junko, who also makes a statement as if he knew the blizzard. The emotion of my sister's survival also blows away.
"No way Junko... you too..."
Turn towards Junko, and Yoshiku reveals his doubts.
"I wasn't fooling you. I kept my mouth shut though. I didn't think it was fair to say this from my mouth, so I put up a face for you and Snowstorm. I'm cooperating with Yoshiku, and Kaoru and I are enemies in our position, but that's not how it works with Snowstorm. Come on. Well, if you listen to me, you'll be satisfied that I knew the truth but didn't tell you anything. In the first place, Yoshiku and I saw each other for the first time, and it's not like he visited us or was being set up by someone else."
I have no idea what you're talking about, but I only found out the fact that Junko and the blizzard were acquaintances, and besides, they were hiding it.
"That's right. Rather as much as I suspected Junko. I was wondering if you'd come all the way out to frame me."
Incense says abominably as he moves next to the snowstorm.
"This blizzard is not a real blizzard. A clone."
Further to the words spoken by incense, Shizuku's thought circuit stopped for a moment.
"I wonder what the cause is. I laughed when my brother finally got into our organization and that was from the clone slave sales business. That's ironic. From clone sales in Inouigaya to me, which was also a clone, but had nothing to do with it."
Snowstorm with a snarling laugh.
"The real me is dead. I was a clone blizzard made by Junko nine years ago. However, the cloning technology of Junko on the boulder is far superior to that of a third-class technician held by a formalin-pickled president, and the lifespan has never been shorter. But if you get a memory transplant, your soul is different. I'm Takada Snowstorm. But it's not a snowstorm my brother knows about. It's also influenced by transplanted memories, but it doesn't mean it's the same to personality. I'm a copy blizzard, separate from the original blizzard."
A blizzard that hoists one corner of the mouth, makes a distorted grin stick, and speaks in a masochistic tone.
Yoshiku suspected that he was even having a bad dream right now. I'd rather it be a nightmare.
"How did it go, there was a snowstorm clone?
Yoshiku asks as she desperately tries to stay calm.
"I asked Junko. I can't stand the blizzard."
Incense answered facelessly.
"As a price I was made an experimental bench for Junko, but instead of having to die, I also gained convenient power. Yoshiku - and your family spent about a year together, not knowing that the blizzard replaced the clone."
"I remembered about Snowstorm, though. I didn't know that was Yoshiku's sister. By the time I heard that Kaoru and I were childhood friendly, I'd never found out."
Try to carry on the word of incense, says Junko.
"Didn't you say that creating life in the form of clones can't be endorsed by life-threatening acts?
Turning to Junko, Junko asks in a tone of blame that is only the heart.
"There are special provisions. Besides, it doesn't change that I don't like it myself. I took it on sympathetically, but hey. And I'm whimsical, so there's the mood and the nori. Come on."
Junko said without offense. I have believed in this girl until now, but now, to Shizuku, she has the same level of frigid presence as incense and clone snowstorms.
"Who made the footage of the snowstorm being killed by a formalin-pickled president? Is that incense, Junko?
"I hope you don't want to complicit me. I made Snowstorm's clone, and I don't think I've done more than use Kaoru as an experimental bench.
Junko so as to deceive Yoshiko, who has become a hunk of suspicion.
"That footage is the idea of me and the two blizzards. Naturally we made it. To make the snowstorm look dead. And Yoshiku, to plant your anger and sadness that you were killed by the blizzard."
Incense answers.
"To me? I don't know what you're talking about. You're moving in the right direction."
"If you ask me everything, I'll convince you too."
I shrug my shoulders, and the snowstorm shrugs my shoulders.