With a true suggestion, the five decided to stay at Hotel Wallaby.
The prospect of attracting enemies was also included, so Mutsuki was checking out the window thoroughly, but I can't see anyone waiting for this one to come out in front of the hotel and tense it.
(It feels strange to act solidified in such a large number of people. Besides, I'm at the center of it.)
Mutsuki, who doesn't sleep, thinks a lot.
(It's like the sweep vacation got us all killed because of me, and when I'm at the center, I feel like it's not going to be around again.)
Moreover, this time a strange schematic that the truth that killed all of my former companions will stand on the side of protecting themselves.
Later, he was accompanied to the bloom where he was murdered by himself, and was also helped in the graveyard.
All of that, I don't know how to take Mutsuki.
Lily would have turned the Avengers to the Good Moon in a playful mood, but she didn't even set it all up. It would have been unexpected for Lily to start acting with the other four, Mutsuki thinks.
(Can they keep it flowing?
The Moon is secretly afraid that there will be casualties for him. Even now, the idea of sneaking out of the hotel alone and acting alone also comes to mind.
(No, that would be a tricky thing to do back, and Akiko would be really pissed off)
I think it's one of the common useless patterns in cartoons and movies, and a good moon to dispel that idea.
The sound of a knock makes the moon feel better. I can't be alarmed when it comes to this hotel, where security has been strengthened in the face of contention.
"It's me. Wake up?"
I heard a voice in bloom. We also considered the possibility that he was being taken hostage, but there was no sound of fright or nervousness in his voice, so we opened the door.
"I'm glad you're awake. I need to talk to you about something."
Saki tells in a strange tone.
"I'm still wondering if I'm going to fight you for revenge."
Where he was passed indoors, Saki spoke up. The heartbeat of the Good Moon gets a little quicker.
"Even as you were holding hands together in the graveyard, your heart felt right. Still can't sort out feelings in me. But there are other avengers who don't want you killed. Besides, I have friends who try to protect you, and I don't want to pity those kids. I've been thinking too much about revenge, generating a chain of hatred, and now I'm in a position to be avenged, and how sorry my sister would be if I did that, and I don't know what it is anymore, even myself"
Where she spoke so much as she nagged, Saki looked up and saw the Moon with a terrible, pathetic look on her face.
"When I'm caught up in resentment and hatred, I feel like I'm getting so ugly. It's your fault we all suffer from this."
That's what I say in bloom, but the tone is not as blameworthy of tone as the words.
"Sorry......"
"What are you apologizing for? Don't apologize. Totally... I wish you were a murderer of the most evil..."
Or, I think Sasaki would have liked it if it was just the upper side apologizing and he really wasn't someone who didn't have the guilt or anything. That way, I can seriously resent you. I can hate you.
"I'm tired of having hate. I'm tired even if I can't hate you. Aren't you tired of being stained with hate? I want your opinion that was stained with hate."
"I didn't hate you. It's the hatred of Sharia."
Mutsuki answers so, but since it was murder after resonating with the hatred, I understand what the truth is.
(I'm tired of hating you, too. But there was also a part somewhere where I was taking that hate as one of my joys)
That was the honest feeling of the Good Moon, but I was hesitant to tell it in front of the bloom, and now I don't want to go back to the octave who was already immersed in my former hatred.
"The reason you're following me is because you can't get rid of that stray? Because you still want to kill me?
"Yes."
Saki nodded instantly at the inquiry of the Good Moon.
"We also know that someone who intentionally created the Moon as a killer is worse than the Moon. But you're the one who killed him. I don't know if my thoughts and feelings are right or wrong, but I can't take my eyes off that fact"
Saki takes it by the shoulders of the Rakuzuki.
"Hey... do something. It hurts."
Mutsuki softly supports the body of the bloom, which he says groans.
"If only my body were a man, too. I suppose it's a curve to solve it here as porn."
"I don't know why that would solve it, but I'm willing to solve it with that too"
In the words of the Good Moon, Saki laughed small.
Truth is, about half an hour ago, I walked out and into the hotel entrance and asked how it was going.
The time is already approaching eleven o'clock at night, but there is no sign of the Avengers showing up.
(I wonder if that came off...... or stick around, but aim for the morning checkout. But then I guess it's a good idea to come and see what's going on at night. I think I'll let Mutsuki in and out.)
True to send an email to Mutsuki, wondering if she would still be awake.
I send an e-mail and it's true that I tried to get inside the hotel, but I stop and look back at that leg. Obviously, I felt a fighting spirit.
Appearing in front of the hotel were two young men with deep carved faces with brown hair. They both look the same. He was wearing a jersey with the same design, but one was blue and the other red.
Both their faces and names, I truly knew.
"I heard it was a hotel with a breath on the back street. I think it's your job to fight in this. If we break it, we turn the back street itself against the enemy."
One of them, supposedly twins, speaks truly.
"I'm afraid the sheep on the street are after me."
"Is that how everyone in the back street looks down on the legitimate socialite? I've previewed a lot about the back streets for once, but I didn't hear that."
Against the true word, the other comes back with a true face.
"It would suffice to know that you are one of the eight Rippers, the one with arms. He was the one who acted alone."
The man in red jersey goes in and out.
"It's Jean Noda."
"I'm Nicola."
"Did it say in the Beginner's Manual on the back street that you should name it because you'd prefer it on purpose?
Truth provokes even more to the two who give you names.
"Don't you know our names?"
Nicolas in blue jersey exhales. It felt a little disappointing.
"No, I know. You're the twin of a professional wrestler and fighter who's been selling out lately. Nicolas Nooda has watched many games."
"Oh, I'm so glad."
Nicola laughs a lot.
"Oh, what about my game?
Jean points her finger at herself and asks.
None.
To the true answer, Jean is disappointed.
"But I knew your name, so that's good. You've killed people before than that?
As far as watching and enjoying it, the martial arts other than the prowl were not very interesting true, but since the prowl can sometimes be intertwined with the overall martial arts, nature and the construction of your side will also deepen.
"There's no way, but I've decided to be ready. I'm ready to kill you, I'm ready to die. Hopefully, I don't want to put it in your hands, except for the Octopus Ripper, but you wouldn't pull either, would you? I heard that many other avengers have already retreated."
and Jean in red jersey.
"We're not normal people anymore, either. To clear up the grudges that killed my sister, I had a suspicious human experiment, and it was no longer normal."
"It was because of him that we crawled all the way up here. To take his vengeance..."
"No excuse for throwing your life at a crappy revenge."
True to block the talk of twins.
Neither Jean nor Nicolas has changed their expression, but around not being attacked right away, I will truly see that they are not yet ready and if possible want to avoid a useless killing.
Finally, I also felt hesitant because I look much younger.
(I can only say that the feeling around it is still apparent)
True to sigh in your head.
"Are you ready to die? We've decided not only to kill the Yakuza, we've decided to kill whoever gets in the way, but we're ready to die when we stick our feet in the back streets."
I've been talking pale before, but suddenly Nicolas stares at me with awesomeness. Whether it's around here or seeing it as an indication of your desire to avoid a fight if possible, the truth is, I'll go along with it.
"Nothing. It's useless."
I didn't know how many times I had spoken, and the truth was I spoken again.
"I will survive."
Though twitching, the truth is that you don't look at them lightly, and you don't lose your nervousness. The sense of crisis is constantly getting around. They have increased before.
Self-analyze that it would be because of two defeats.
There's a lot you can learn from defeat, a lot. True, I admit it. Recently, he lost to Lei Lei and lost to Viper. What you get from it was endless. It was the cornerstone of growth.
The defeat of the battle against Lei was much to learn, but I didn't find it remorseful. There is also a reason because the opponent was a former comrade of war and a person who taught himself various things.
I had suffered a defeat to the Viper without complete skin, so long ago I tasted something called the bitterness of defeat that I didn't like. Even then, the true pride of loathing to lose was severely hurt, and with its recoil, it torched the true upliftment and fighting spirit violently. Every time I remember, my heart is about to burn.
Image of iron burned, melted and drooling. From this melted iron, I want to forge iron that won't dissolve in any heat and regenerate and produce it as a new self. That's what I think. Don't lose again. Don't ever feel this bitter again.
But the most important thing is to be alive. I know that too. We are fortunate enough to survive the defeat of this world. I also secretly thank Viper for teaching me the bitterness of defeat without killing myself.
(In other words, it's not a defeat except death. Finally, I guess you don't like the way you say you're ready to die, me, Simon, that idiot. In other words, it's about whether you can see the line that leads to death)
Truth is, I'm always aware of being on the inside, looking at that line. If you go outside, it's all over. I'm on the inside to keep it from ending.
Without forgetting the fighting spirit and the sense of crisis, on the other hand, I could afford to just calmly self-analyze with such extra thought. Conversely, being the opponent to that extent, I confronted him and guessed. I understand that if I stay alert, I will shrink my feet. You can't be alarmed, but you can't overestimate an understated enemy, and you can't be more nervous than you need to be.
(These guys... they're ready or something, but light. Even I, who stacked death, saw it between me and my mighty enemies, had died many times, could not speak such words easily. That's not to put into words, nor is it to make you feel conscious and expensive on purpose. It's always natural)
Whimpering in his mouth, the truth unleashed his killer with a quiet rage. Even the strong in the back streets are inspired to flinch, changing the complexion of Jean and Nicolas.
(If you're going to come this side of the line, keep it up - I'll send you where you're ready)
Don't speak up, tell them with killing intent.
I am not aware of my own death. It is true that the will to kill alone comes to battle.
"I'll go."
Pushing and killing fear, Nicolas moves forward and forth.
"You two come along. No need to shy away. We're killing each other."
True warned, but Nicolas waved the first time.
"Still, you can't imitate two people in a dastardly way. The two of us."
For the first time here, Nicola makes me laugh.
"It's ridiculous. But I don't hate idiots like that"
I added the truth with both throw up and follow up and respectful nuances, and got my hands on my nostalgia.