"Sushi, Shishi, Shishi, Miyagi"
3: 30 p.m. When he finally arrived at Hotel Wallaby, Platinum Taro was about to walk down the hotel hallway mixed with a nose song.
"Don't you ever think about it? You'll find it when you find it. Besides, it's the middle of the night and you're sleeping."
I was wary of being discovered by Mutsuki and Akiko, but I walk out normally, being silly.
Although I asked in the lobby which room Sasaki was staying in, naturally she couldn't tell me. I had no choice but to find it on my own feet, and it is Platinum Taro who entered the hotel.
"If I think about it, how do I look for it? Even if you wander around the hotel, you won't be able to get laid."
After walking around for a while, I finally realized the fact.
"Honestly, I'm refreshed about anything other than fighting and taking care of Lily, so I hope you can say something else about this kind of assignment. I have no idea what to do."
Stop, Platinum Taro conceives in terms of tannins.
"I don't mind, but this place is in the tunnel... I guess that one. Yeah."
When he muttered so, Platinum Taro looked at the door of the room right next to him, with a look of determination.
Saki went inside the hotel room and slept fast, but was suddenly woken up by an alarm that flowed inside the hotel.
Alarms flown only to the floor where guests on the back street stay. There was a shootout outside the hotel, so Saki was impressed that it was a substitute for caution and that the boulder was a hotel for backstreet guests.
Knowing that the battle was conducted by the Avengers for the Good Moon and by the Good Moon and True, I thought a lot, and only time passed without going to sleep.
I wonder what the hell I'm doing. Acting with the Good Moon being chased by the Avengers, he helps once, but still dulls with neither his grievances nor his anger gone. I don't even know what I do. There's something wrong with my mental state.
I want to know the answer to the confusion, and I'm with the Good Moon. There is also a desire to extinguish resentment if possible.
I can't hate you, I can't hate you, I suffer from such an unstable state of neither.
I think I would make it if I were your past favorite hua, I'm sure I wouldn't suffer at times like this.
I can't forgive you for depriving me of that luxury. Whatever the circumstances.
An unbroken body is burning in my eyes. The sorrow of that time is engraved in my chest. The anger that has boiled down to two after a while is scorching the back of my skull.
Mutsuki is a murderer intentionally created by someone, but is it not responsible for Mutsuki? At her will, couldn't she have stopped the planted killing urge?
It would be out, of course, legally and ethically. But the awareness of what would have happened if I had grown it in the same environment as Mutsuki has been clumped together in the bloom. Anyone will do so if they are constantly exposed to violence from an early age, and then illuminated with the inhabitants of the outside world, planted with a sense of distinction worse than discrimination, to foster strong jealousy and hatred.
What is sin? What is punishment? If all the bad guys in the world are what they are going to do as much as possible, is there no reason to hate the bad guys again? You're saying it's something you shouldn't hate sin and hate people? But it doesn't seem the same again. No feelings, no reason, I can't sort it out.
(Where can I bump into the grief and hatred that has been taken?
If the person who took it is brought to justice, the hoarding drops somewhat. I can sort out my feelings. Is not sin and punishment for rituals to that extent? Saki thinks so.
But Saki overtouched a man named Yuzuki, who had taken his body. I can't ignore her heart.
A self-question that goes on and on. One answer awakens another, and even loops.
(Ignore the heart of the Good Moon and it can be easier if stained with hate. suppress the smoking hatred and make it easier if you completely forgive the good moon)
You just have to stain one of them. I know the answer. But even if you know by reason, you can't reach an answer.
"Sasaki-Takemura, isn't Saki Takemura around? - Huh!?
"Is...?
In the hallway of the hotel late at night, Saki's thought was forced to be interrupted by someone who was dignified and knocking people's names out loud.
I was wary, but I also thought that whoever did harm to me would call people's names so openly and insanely so far, and most importantly, I wanted to shut them up because they were too loud in the middle of the night, and I gently opened the door with the chain on.
Outside the room was a strange face. Boy, it's a round-faced boy with a head.
"Oh, is this a hit? I've had a hard time. Finally hit it for the thirty-third room. He yelled at me, and he hit me."
After listening to the boy, I wondered if he had repeated the same thing thirty-two other times, and Sakura softened.
"Who are you?
"Oh, I say Saito Platinum Taro. I don't care about me."
Before questioning him suspiciously as he shrugged, the boy - Kitaro Shirakami - introduced himself, opening a chuck of a bag hanging from his shoulder and taking something outrageous out of it.
They took it out. Look at that, Saki's breathtaking. Saki looked familiar to the person.
"Plug in from Lily, if you want!
With the raw head of the resentfully distorted Mackerel Island star in his hands, he kneels in front of the bloom, and Platinum Taro shouts softly.
At the next moment, the eyes and mouth of his neck were opened wide at the same time, and Sasaki let his face snap in fear and lag behind.
In Mackerel Island's head, consciousness was apparently present. I looked at myself, I looked into his eyes, and in the bloom it felt as if it were true.
Mackerel Island was just staring at the bloom. I never uttered a word, but like I'm complaining about something, I can feel it in Saki.
Saki couldn't help but notice from Mackerel Island. Anger, resentment, grief and thoughtlessness are transmitted directly. Some of those thoughts are also in bloom.
Saki forgot. No, I couldn't remember. What modifications Mackerel Island has made to Junko. what abilities have been used to raid.
Sharing hate. But this, which is being done now, should we call it the tone of hatred? It was also in the bloom.
"It's going to take time, this. And if Sakura likes Mutsuki, it could fail."
Platinum Taro whines while holding Mackerel Island's head.
But Kitaro Shirakami's worries ended with worry.
As the eyes of the blossoms become cloudy, so do the glow of the eyes. I have a distorted grin on my mouth.
(I don't care about the moon's feelings, birth, etc. Forget it. It's easier to dye this heart black than that. Let's go this way......)
The stray cleared up beautifully. Saki felt easier and was filled with comfort.
"Enough is enough. Give it to me."
Mackerel Island's head opened its mouth and spoke. Taro Platinum follows the word and hands the mackerel island's head straight to Sasaki.
Upon receiving Mackerel Island's head thanks to Love, Saki returns to her room and begins packing her things.
"Oh, and I needed to use this too"
In front of the blooming face he tried to get out, Platinum Taro clasped his hands and put out a purple butterfly with six wings.
"I'm sure you'll be fine because Lily applied the technique once."
Triple minded control with precautions in mind. Hypnosis by Lily and Platinum Taro and the ability of Mackerel Island.
It was also in bloom that information was leaked in advance on the way to the Multidemon Cemetery. It's a triumph for the lilies. But Saki doesn't even realize she leaked information. done unconsciously.
(Lily says he's parasitized by Arlaune, but hopefully he can make a proper lass effort)
Satisfied that the meal as an enemy was ready, Taro Platinum left the hotel with Sasaki.
Morning. At the Snow Oka Institute, three people had breakfast: Junko, Tired, and Midori.
"When you go to someone with a lab, it's horror to hear screams every now and then."
Midori says.
The Snow Oka Institute is separated in the residential and research area, but it doesn't take much to the research area except for Junko. However, the location where Midori often visits the training area is located halfway between the two areas, so it will be close to the research area.
"Because there are quite a few experimental bench stock people who are taking the time to remodel it. Hey. With that said, Tired, you're working with Midori?
Junko, who soon finished her meal, speaks out tirelessly as she takes care of the featured figure, which is heavily decorated in the living room.
"Yep... I hope it's true... I'm not here..."
Recently, I have been tired of making basic health.
"Why don't you deal with her in her spare time, too, huh? You can do it with me and my sister."
"Well, I hope it's true with you too."
"Huh... what the hell. Then Midori will be with his true brother."
Midori was with Junko, who was smiling and talking, but Midori suddenly turned true.
"Pure sister, aren't you worried? You know there's a bad guy involved behind what my real brother is involved in right now, even my real sister?"
Even with Midori's allegations, Junko's grin doesn't go away. Tired pretends to be unfamiliar, but not unconscious of anything, and the flow of emotions is transmitted in a darker and more colorful way.
But only Junko's heart, Midori doesn't know. Of course, you can tell by a conscious peek, but I don't want to do that to my family without permission.
"I've been told many times by you, Tired. I won't change my current stance. I can't overprotect you, and I believe you. But I don't want to interrupt you or Midori trying to help you, do I? It's just my idea. I don't know if I can push it."
"Wow... I can worry a little bit more, and I think I can help ~?"
"Hmm..."
Midori attacks me with a tick, and Junko looks like he's in trouble.
"True you, whatever else, I don't think you just want me to give you a hand."
"I know, but it's a world where fiction alone passes through feelings of belief as a beauty story, huh? If they kill you, you won't have an ex-child.
"Hmm, well, I'll think about it..."
with a cheek and an ambiguous grin, Junko said.