There's been a lot going on over the last few days, and I've been a little tired, too. It was 10 a.m. when they both woke up. No, they woke me up, exactly.
"I wanted to put you to sleep because you seem tired, but it's time to move"
Sylvia says with all due respect.
"Did they move?
I'll ask.
"No, Tachikawa and Ip Mountain are not traveling. You want to set this up before it moves, don't you?
That's a good idea. It is unclear why there is no movement.
"Thank you. Looks like you guys are trying to fill a hole with a reduced number of them. We're secretly gathering new constituents. It's sneaky without a lot of publicity, so to the extent that we're collecting free chimps for a lot of money."
Sylvia answered my questions before I did. That move over there is awesome advantages.
"You haven't hired a new killer?
A slight asks, wiping his head with a towel. I just got out of the shower.
"Maybe I can't do it in front of Ye Shan. Some killers are reluctant to hire multiple killers."
"Is that the type of maggot guy you got there?
"Sa. I don't know what his thought circuit is."
Sylvia throws up abominably.
"I've been looking into Ip Mountain, but it looks like it's really very recent. The first name has come to be known."
And me. I didn't know all those monsters had ever been buried. Sometimes it's because I didn't do a big job.
"Until recently, his name was largely unknown. But because of so many flashy actions such as murdering apricots inside the Megalodon of Thin Happiness and raiding Mika Tsukinaga's concert with Lu Taniguchi to fight Junko, his name suddenly became known and he was able to cover many of his past jobs."
I knew what Sylvia said.
You mean it still depends on how much work you've done in this world? In particular, it is quick to get involved in well-known organizations and individuals.
So, knowing that, Tachikawa hired Ip Mountain and was sure he could beat us.
"You were a very different person. I saw you as a different type of poet from me. There's also a desire to talk to each other for once."
Slightly says. It looked more like a freak to me than a poet...
"Like Sylvia said, I was engaged once, too, but I got away with it. He says maggots and stuff, but he really has the impression that he doesn't seem human. In fact, it doesn't make me feel any signs."
Until then, I shut up and Junko, who was watching the open display in front of me, opens his mouth. I didn't know Junko and I also engaged inside...... But did Junko have a better advantage when it came to running away?
"Not even the so-called ruthless killing machine type."
I told you. I've seen more than one of those types of killers in the past. It's called the type of array that is often fiction.
"Some people who make murder a living have thoroughly erased their human minds and are certainly being ruthless themselves, though the killer's image makes it look more like it. People like that are weak. What's really strong is someone who makes killing a living but doesn't lose his heart as a person and doesn't lose his love, his righteousness, his pity."
"You have no love or righteousness for him. Pity is just self-pity, that's the worst piece of crap."
Silvia bites at Junko's words. Sylvia seems to know the most about Ip Mountain, and even seems pretty evil about him.
It's a vendetta to me for killing old men and my people too... But he's a killer, and he's the one who hired me to hate him. I was also angry when they raided this place, but now that I'm calm, I don't even feel like turning to the spearhead of hate. I don't know about other countries, but in Japan's back streets, the idea of hatred being directed at the killer itself, the executioner, is scarce. Not at all.
"It would seem better to come up with a solid operation. Mr. Maggots' fighting power was extraordinary. We literally didn't have any hands or feet like maggots."
"Stop that annoying analogy"
Irritable in a double sense, I pay attention to the slightest.
"I defeated you, they killed your old man and everyone, and they took you under Grandpa Bamboo, and what do you think I felt? You can call me a man who can't make sense of the joke, but I'm a man who drags on his lost remorse, and I don't want him to be cobbled up. For a man who loses or fails or laughs, he's willing to kill."
The remorse, bitterness and pain of defeat can only be seen by those who have experienced defeat by exhausting their dying power. Besides, this time, the result was a slight risk to my survival. I've never had more unpleasant experiences in my life.
It also reminds me of even more unpleasant memories. Memories of him dying in an alley like no other. Every time I remember that one, my anger creeps up. At the same time, it is a force. complacency that no one can beat you. The intention is to build a ten-billion corpse, even if ten-billion-dollar soldiers have blocked it before themselves.
Unless this anger runs out, I believed I could do it, but reality is about that body. Lost again. Taken away again. I was slightly compromised.
Sometimes intentions alone can't help it. I wasn't even aware of the obvious. Really stupid.
"Right. I was too careless. Sorry, many people have been killed, and even in the sense of self-infliction against defeat."
My tone was pretty tight, so slightly visible and soggy, I apologize.
Seeing that makes me super awkward because I feel like I've said a little too much too. Oh...... I'm already cut out...
"That's a little bad right now, and I've said it well. You won't be immersed in self-loathing."
Apparently, the first thing I do was show up in my expression, and Sylvia's been following me extra. To be honest, I kinda follow up on that form...
"I aggressively turn to Ip Mountain to distract Ip Mountain. I'll also try to stop him from moving. Slightly, Junko, make sure his attention is off and attack him at the same time, good from different directions."
Arm-and-leg, sitting on the couch, Sylvia gives a huge clutter of instructions for the game against Leaf Mountain.
"Is this guy joining the war?
I look at Junko.
"Not only Mr. Ip Shan. I'll take care of everything else."
Junko answers with a smile.
"What am I gonna do?
"Attention to other enemies, follow up when we fail. Try the parade, but it's an important role. Think for yourself. It's an ad hoc move."
And, Sylvia. It's a troublesome role in a way, but I guess that makes it the right material. I don't care if it's slightly in my position. This guy is very smart inside.
"As long as you're going to fight one Ip Mountain - but what if it's a riot?
On the contrary, I feel more likely to riot.
"You three take charge of the other enemies then. I'll keep Leaf Mountain while you clean up the others."
And, Sylvia. I don't know how strong this guy is, but I have a lot of confidence trying to take on a difficult role. Well, just being on the side, I feel awesome about Aura as a strong man, and being the head of that Silver Storm Hall, she's called the top executive of O'Myrape, so she must be the owner of an extraordinary arm.
But Sylvia and I have not spoken of defeating Ye Shan alone. You finally decided you were a difficult opponent on your own, and you were going to work with us to defeat them from the beginning, so you showed up before us.
"I don't know what's actually going to happen, so I guess it's ad hoc"
I say.
"Oh. That's why I nominated you for a Parade position. If my plan breaks down, Liao Er Oshima, move in the form of a pull with you at the center."
Looking at me, Sylvia told me in a serious tone.
On the contrary, do I always have to be in a safe position to do so? Honestly, it's a different role.
"Liao Er, you always see the essence, Sylvia saw it. I think that's why I left that role with Liao Er."
Junko mouths funny things.
"Is that why? I've always missed the point."
And I just lost it. That's how the shitty god created my character. Death to God.
"No, I too, Liao Er, look like someone who sees the essence. Always trying to see the nature of things, I assure you, so no doubt."
Say something strange to the slightest.
"What's the nature in the first place?"
"Nako"
The cheeks return strange words.
"Namako, or Tsubako. It looks amazing but tastes delicious. A delicious looking yadokutoad. But it's poisonous."
"Yadokutoad doesn't look delicious..."
While I started poem, Sylvia pokes along the way.
"Mr. Maggots, seemingly creepy man. But the identity is a killer to be afraid of. J End right after that if you're alarmed. The stupidity of judging by appearance alone. But there are all those stupid monkeys in the world who are caught on the outside. Stupidity swept by the image. Without looking at the essence, a world full of monkeys dictated by the image you see. So when you live in this world, you end up having to look at it and be aware of titles and statuses. Those are armor for monkeys. But what's still important is the contents of the peeled fruit. It is in the contents that there is truth. That's the essence. Don't let it swing by your looks. Don't let the monkeys, who give in to their appearance and meet them, swing at you. Don't let the monkey dance you. There's nothing fun about dancing with a monkey. Don't be confused. Go our way, whether it's difficult or not, and seek the essence, and do not follow the answer in the name of truth."
"Mm-hmm. I mean, here's the thing. Look at the geek hobby. It's bad, but it's actually very haunting, and just look at it. He says it's a lot more interesting and hot than a good hobby."
In anticipation of the timing of the slight finishing of the poem, Junko runs his mouth about the unevenness of the focus. I mean, was this guy Ota?
"Junko, it's a boulder. Fits perfectly with what I'm trying to say."
A hint of looking at Junko with admiration. They weren't uneven in the slightest. I mean, were you a little bit of a nerd?