When Yoshiku returned to his home in Euthanasia City, he edited the interview he gave Sarah today and put it online.
After adding the announcement of the conversation between Sarah and Mika, I also tried to launch a publicity website to boost...
"The publicity for the announcement needs to be more flashy, yo. Use the two images properly, and include incitement complaints. Oh, the design's not good either."
Terrence peeks into the air screen from the side and does nothing about it.
"Hmm... I'm actually not good at that. I was wondering if the vendor would do it."
I knew the layout was subtle myself, and Shizuku exhales with a headache.
"Then let me do it, yo. No charge, of course."
Terrence offers.
"I'll take care of it, then. I'll buy you lunch tomorrow. I know a good diner."
Terrence smiles and winks.
"What? Because I'm going to buy you dinner, you look disgusted. Is there a problem?
"No... I'm not... my back was just a little itchy. hahaha......"
Shizuku becomes increasingly surprised by Terrence, who deludes himself with a distorted laugh.
"It's important to know how exciting it might be in advance. I thought that was my job..."
Shizuku drops his shoulder when it's a pitiful thing to leave Terrence at the heart.
(But... Van Damme didn't just talk about me, he also kind of touched on Terrence)
Reminds me of a conversation at a coffee shop.
I knew there was something wrong with this good young man being in Sea Chihuahua. But in Van Damme's mouthfeel, it also seems to have dissolved. And Sea Chihuahua says it's not suitable for Terrence.
(He said my current standing wasn't right either, but I really don't know if it is. I don't know what it is myself)
Van Damme's invitation, if it's a long time ago, is a quick refusal. But I couldn't say no. There were definitely strays in me, and there were parts of me that I found fascinating about Van Damme's solicitation.
Organization of the table, not the back street. But subtly undeniable organization. Maybe it suits me.
Freedom is easy, and there's the admiration and romance of putting your name up as a sign, but there are still many tough aspects to it, unlike when you were in a reporter. If you get wrapped up in something long, you don't have to do those hardships.
(But I also think working under that guy...)
The job description itself was probably the part that caught the most from the press and informant era, as well as Van Damme itself.
Snow Oka Institute after dinner. All four faces, Junko, True, Tired and Midori, were in the living room watching Sarah's interview.
"You feel like you're normal. This would still have been more interesting if the old man from the nasty, round Ueno."
Sleeping up a larger projected holographic display in the air, Midori shares her thoughts.
"I mean, it's too pretty, or honors students as in textbooks, and people who respond to this kind of thing don't get alarmed. I guess I'm not the type to trust. I think it's balanced for not having the gobbling of a beauty phrase."
and Junko.
"Even if you do justice in grandeur or say beautifully, are you the type to forgive? Mika is right about that."
"Mm-hmm. That's true."
To true words, Junko smiles.
"Mika has established an air of characters that she is allowed to do so. Full of purity and intensity of passion, there is no luxury there, and everyone knows that. You'll split your likes and dislikes of that style."
Because of the tiredness of saying so, on the other hand, I feel that Mika is envious, and the part that seems depressing is also true.
"I think it's time for Mika to learn more about lying and getting her hands dirty, but hey. I'm not a kid who can't swallow cloudy."
Junko said.
"Your hands are pretty dirty."
Truth tells the difference, but Junko shakes the first time.
"You're just killing people, that's not it. Because I don't get in while I'm getting my hands dirty like that. No, I'm talking about using dirtier hands. Like taking hostages and blackmailing people."
"I see. That's certainly true."
The truth, on the other hand, is that using dirty hands like taking hostages is not an act you want to do too much, and you wonder where it is necessary to go out of your way to go through that.
"I think I'll text Mika for a second. Sometimes you have to use dirty means..."
"No context. Don't you know what it is to be texted like that all of a sudden?
"Sister Jun, I'm a little aspired."
Tired and stuck by Midori, but Junko sends an email as it is.
"Even if I don't know now, the time will come to know, so this kind of thing should be fragmented."
"Wow, I don't know about that."
And it's too abrupt, Imif, and I think Midori might just be confused.
"The meals are ready, but I wonder if Mika can really win. It's up to the announcement site, but it's like if Mika loses, the back streets will disappear, that's how you stir it up."
True to put out a display in front of your own face and browse the announcement site.
"Isn't Mika under pressure?
"Well, the more exciting you get, the more pressure you'll have, but I'm talking about Mika, so this much pressure, just enough."
Worried tirelessly, Junko tells in an easygoing tone.
(Well... it means dirty Snow Oka's hands, ok)
Truth is, I noticed at that point and depressed myself by emailing Mika.
"Be careful, Luciferin Dust may conjure up behind you to fall, as he did during the New Year's assassination."
Send an email and see Junko for real.
"Is there anything we can do to cover you?
"I'll gather information to help, or I'll support Mika all over the Internet."
Truly called out, Junko answered.
"Then don't. You're the star."
"Me too, Pa-s."
It was true and dull to even spot it as a task to disguise multiple writings while changing IDs again anyway and reject them quickly.
Sarah was looking through both the interview that took place today and the announcement site for an open debate with Mika Tsukinawa.
It's night, but I'll call my men without you. I don't exactly work for my direct reports, but I get ink that I'm free to move, so I call them.
This is Alberto J. Orchin.
Sarah's office door is knocked and at the same time the name of the person called on the phone is named.
"Go ahead."
Coming into the room was a white man in his mid-40s or so with a moustache over his brown hair.
"It's a slightly troublesome assignment. You will be there as soon as possible."
Sarah projects a holographic display in front of her as she says.
"Make sure that organizations with sparks in the Medicine Buddha City compete with each other in designated locations at designated times. We'll leave it to you to decide which organization to make it, but it's Better when you intertwine organizations that are as large and fierce as possible. I'll tell you what time it is, but this is the place to fight."
Orchin took a breath when he saw the tip of Sarah's finger pointing to an image of the map projected into the air. Because I saw a place to wage a protest and I understood what this mission meant.
"Understood."
Looking at the voice and facial autin that pushed her emotions to death, Sarah remembers her chest woes.
This is not the first time I have ordered a dirty job. But this is terrible. Though necessary to win how much, Sarah couldn't help but kill her emotions.
And I guess Orchin is a similar emotion, and Sarah was discerning. Neither those who have given orders nor those who have given orders have no resistance to the ruthless and outrageous acts they are about to commit. I can't crush my humanity that far.
After Autin leaves the room, Sarah erases the map shown on the display and shows another image. On the big screen, a young boy's smile floats up.
Put your hands together and turn them into other images. I can see the same boy playing. Scrolling further showed an image of myself holding the boy back a little younger.
(That's what all my clans have done. I'm sure I'll get used to it soon too...... And my son, one day, will soil that hand)
Staring at the image of her young son, who was still seven, and thinking of it, Sarah was realizing that her heart would stain black.