The day after Kishifu joined one of the homicide club groups and commissioned the murder. Yu, Ryujiro and Kishifu visited Junko Yukooka, owner of the murder club.
Sharp ichi is absent part-time. Each of the other two in the group has errands and is absent.
"What about Akiichi? You were with him yesterday in the commissioned murder, weren't you?
"It's a part time job. You said I'd give you the money, but you're so mean you don't want to rely on it any more. I've been doing that ever since."
Asked by Junko, who sits across the street at the Snow Oka Institute's reception room, Ryujiro explains.
"Ever?"
Kishifu reacts to the word.
"I'm also paying for all the tuition. I also paid half of the debt I had. When I said I would pay them all, they refused me for some reason. He didn't really want you to pay him anything, but he couldn't refuse because his mother had fallen overworked."
Ryujiro explains the situation further.
"Creating a debt on money is a lot of repellents."
That's what Junko makes tea.
"I was raised when my parents told me that rich people use that money as a contribution to the world, and if someone is suffering from financial problems, whether they don't like it or are forced to help them."
"It's Nobles Obriege. Hey. I like that spirit, too. That's why I need to modify a lot of people."
Listen to Junko, I think that's different, Yu and Kishifu at the same time.
"Nanja, Ryujiro, I'm gonna start your retrofitting surgery. This is gonna take a while, okay?
Junko rises and sees and confirms Yu and Kishifu respectively.
"Uh oh, how long is it?
"This one's short, but I don't know if it'll take an hour."
"If that's about it, I'll wait."
"You can go home. We don't hang out."
He was Ryujiro, who cares about Yu, who said he would wait, but he knows that once Yu has said it, he is a character he won't listen to. He looks gentle, tender and even weak looking good, but in fact quite stubborn.
In the end Yu and Shore husband were to wait straight in the reception room.
"Uh..."
My shore husband makes me look uncomfortable because it becomes a schematic of Yu sitting next to me.
"What's going on?
"No..."
"Don't sit next to me like that."
Yu smiles and tells her shore husband, who tries to move his seat in embarrassment.
"Mr. Shore, you've reached Membership Level 4 at once. If you save 5 more homicide experience and get to level 5, Junko can modify it for you."
"Oh, well..."
A shore husband who won't pin when he tells me it's going to be modified.
"Are you afraid of modifications ah?
"No, nothing...... Is everybody okay?
"To be honest, I was scared, but Junko said he's doing a modification that's not as life-threatening as possible. Ryujiro and I demand great power because we can put our lives at risk, but people like that are rare."
"Really?"
It is also difficult for Kishifu to understand why he wants power until he risks his life.
"Mr. Shore, yesterday was a tour, how was it? Ah? Looks like we can do this from now on?
"Ugh, yeah......"
When I said a tour, Sharp One just unilaterally killed the target with inexplicable force, and I didn't know what it was. I may be going to get my hands dirty myself in the future, but I accept that fate without any particular resistance.
I can't resist being in an organization called the Murder Club or trying to dye my hands in murder. But there are doubts. The fundamental question of why I am here.
As you will see in time, I am an optimistic shore husband, but when Yuda touched me, I was more anxious about how to return it.
Junko eventually returns.
"Ryujiro, you're still under anesthesia, so I need you to rest. So, you need to talk to me, huh?
I see that as the only reason I waited here, and Junko asks Yu.
"Can't you ask Junko to do whatever you can to get your consciousness back? I suddenly lost consciousness in front of everyone yesterday, and I became like a robot from there."
"Huh? Huh?
Suddenly he is given his name graciously, and besides, he is lined up with words that do not make sense, and Shore husband is confused.
"Hmm, that's a hard story to talk about in there, too."
Junko turns to her shore husband, looking like she's in trouble.
Red eyes squirt shore husband's eyes. Shortly thereafter, Shore husband's consciousness fades rapidly.
Eventually, the radiance of will was lost from Shore husband's eyes, and he began to look up at the void with a vain eye.
"If you're in front of me, you can optionally switch the switch, though. Preventing you from switching the switch on your own...... I wonder if you have any ideas to interfere with the awakening over there. Yeah, I'll do my best."
I said, "I'm sorry. Come on, do that. I'm asking a lot for this."
"No, don't worry about it. I'm having fun, too."
Junko giggled at Junko, a gentleman who seemed sorry to see him small.
Takuma Seshima is a third-year college student who turns 21 this year.
I spent the precious time of my youth studying, until I enrolled in East Madness University. Fine, but there he lost a lot of things, and realized he was losing a lot of things, and got a chance to look back at himself.
In high school he was usually a tableman who also had friends, but for some time after he became a college, he was alone.
I don't deserve to be here - the moment I became aware of it, the students attending the same university seemed to be in a completely different dimension, unable to crack it down with anyone.
One day, only one friend was made to Takuma.
The man was nothing but an asperger, no matter what anyone saw. I had heard that there were very many at East Madness University, but it was also unusual to be so blatant.
I talked to him, who was always alone, from the table mill. His name was Yoji Ujo. He looked somewhat lonely, so I thought we might be able to get along, so I talked to him, and he looked terribly happy with just that.
When I talked, Yoji's conversation was so chaotic that I pulled off wondering if I'd normally never talked to people before. I only use straightforward expressions without wrapping them in oblate, and I only receive words that are table-milled and spoken on par. Nor does it put your imagination to work on the mood of others or on the back of things. I often speak unilaterally about all I want to say.
Tablemill, beware of them calmly, will silence them. Straight out your emotions, and you can't hide them. But Yoji also remembered that people had gone away because of this nature, so the words of Tablemill were a little bit, but he accepted.
Judging from the table mill, the biggest problem with Yoji was that the way she communicated was uneven - not that. The biggest problem is that you can't do things voluntarily.
Do what you are told pale and serious. That's why my parents told me to study, to do it faithfully, and to pass at the top of my grades to Eastern University. If we keep this up - if we also overcome our lack of communication skills, we will surely be good company savers or high-end public servants in the future, Takuma thought.
But poor spontaneous behavior also means that you can't decide anything for yourself, you don't have what you want, you can't find what you want to do, and you can't play if you want to.
When I heard that Yoji didn't have a hobby and didn't know one thing about playing, Takuma was stunned at first, but on the other hand decided to dye Yoji the way he wanted, as a bland state with nothing.
When Takuma taught Yoji his various hobbies, Yoji dyed the same color as Takuma, as it was funny. Yoji accepted without resistance and, despite being in the same grade, admired the matter of Takuma as if it were for his brother. Even if I tried from the table mill, I liked that.
When they went to Yoji's house, Yoji's parents said thank you to Takuma. Mothers and others cried and thanked each other. Seems Yoji's parents couldn't help but feel the lack of a son.
One day, Yoji became an unspeakably cold wreck, lying in the spiritual peace chamber.
He was entangled in a chimp, assaulted in a group, and killed. Death I really visited.
There are several nuances to this era of chimps. It may be an old fashioned disdain for inferior rogues, or it may refer to the freelancers and lower ends that belong in the back streets, but the firmest thing to do would be to refer to and use those who are halfway involved in the back streets.
You can say it's located at the bottom of the back street, but it's not stained on the back street. Those like Hyena, who deviate poorly and are basically on the surface while fishing for backstreet spills, are the ones most deserving to call chimps.
Cursed the fact that they had killed their best friend by such trashworms, and cursed such trashworms, Takuma cursed.
One day, I learned rumors online about a Mad Scientist named Junko Yukioka, and I tried to open the official website of the Yukioka Institute, even though I was ridiculous that this person would make up my desire for revenge.
Then it was written there:
"The Snow Oka Institute is currently closed. We do not offer reception for experimental bench hopefuls. What can I say instead, this time Junko Yukioka has inaugurated an organization that will be the 'Murder Club' and is its owner. If you're interested - '
Click to see an overview of the Murder Club and the doings, Takuma tried to apply for a new member review of the Murder Club. I also wrote down a good motive for wanting to join the murder club. He wants revenge on the chimps who killed his own best friend.
Takuma, who was luckily elected as a member of the murder club, but the parent of one of the chimps who killed Yoji was a big politician, and the case was rubbed off. I don't even know who killed him because of it. Takuma was surprised, shuddered, and shivered in anger at how such an event happened in reality, not in fiction.
We still don't know who killed him, he hasn't been caught, only witness testimony shows that he was killed by a couple of dickheads. Well, then...
"Ya, help me. Yikes. Why... why are you... who are you!
Surrounded by the corpses of his companions, Tablemill looks down with cold eyes at a dick begging for his life.
If you don't know who the dick that killed your best friend is, Takuma decided to kill all the dicks.
"Okay. I'm gonna miss you."
It's not in the chimps who lose their hips and cry and beg for their lives, table grinding that throws up abominably.
This word is not a lie. We just have to miss it. The maximum number of people in a murder club that can be killed on a monthly basis has been reached. Membership level 8, Takuma, can only kill up to three people for free murder.
Knowing also that the four chimps in front of him were constantly following suit, he sent an application for a murder permit, and obtained permission from three of them. One of the others could be the one who killed Yoji. But I just have to miss it.
"Ahhh!
With a pitiful scream, that guy runs away.
(If you break the rules... I'll be the target of the commissioned murder)
Takuma, who lost her best friend, now has another companion. I want to avoid bothering my people.
(Maybe Junko deliberately introduced the group in anticipation of me breaking the rules? No... over-conscious, that's)
It was a table grind to deny, but it was not over-conscious, it was shooting a target. Junko noticed the nature of the table mill properly and cared.