When Akeichi started working part-time at the convenience store, it was that elderly female clerk who took good care of him.
Always bright, reliable when trouble occurs, and strong trust from store managers and other clerks.
After learning about Sharply's situation, he was often forced to hand over souvenirs. I talked so much about it that I wish I hadn't talked about it in excess, but I didn't feel bad about it. I was also grateful.
He was too good a man as painted, and dazzling for sharply. Sharp ichi watched, not knowing the person's condition, but being kind to people because he knew the hard work.
It wasn't like someone resented me and killed me. No, I even think that something like being killed and dying was someone that shouldn't have happened.
(No, it's always like this. A world where all the good guys in weak positions are in terrible sight. Only the rotten ones stand around resourcefully, feeding the good guys and fattening them. So I turned to eat them)
I didn't really want to say it in my mouth, but Akeichi joined the murder club because he was disgusted by the irrationality of the world and because of his strong desire to bring down the hammer of justice to those who skillfully slip through the net of the law and work evil.
Dragon Jiro, a long-time dater, had also spotted such a nature of sharp first. So he invited me to the murder club, and then he saw who he was going to kill.
Sharply hopes to raise the membership level more and do some world garbage cleaning.
(This guy definitely kills. even trying to break the rules of the murder club)
Sharp One is determined with strong anger.
The truth is, I'm not in the mood to let myself be angry or willing to kill. I'm in a mood to mourn death. The sense of loss is much stronger. The anger is not natural, it is forced to draw it out.
As Shore husband walks downtown at night, he meets Yu by chance. I went to Ajito, the president pickled in formalin, for the first time yesterday.
When I see Yu, I'm relieved. Obviously some of them care most about me, but before that, in a more rooted part, I feel that way, like she's the closest thing to being.
"Did you get it modified? Ah? You don't look well."
"Oh, yeah. Is that where you operated earlier? Hmmm...... my head is fluffy. I guess it's after the retrofit surgery. You know, before and after the surgery, all sorts of memories are flying, and when I realized it, it was like I was at the Snow Oka Institute."
Yu was right, the level went above 5, so I was modified by Junko to give him strength, but he didn't tell anyone about it. I twist my head for a moment wondering why Yu knows that, but I'm convinced that Junko asked me.
"I should have let you rest a little. Let's sit on that bench there."
With that said, Yu sits on the bench first, urging the shore husband with his gaze, as he sits beside himself.
Don't be afraid, shore husband sitting next to Yu.
"Yu, what were you doing?
"I heard about the opening of a dojo for Chinese boxing shortly, so I went, but I was still in the process of remodeling it."
"Oh well..."
You're interested in unexpected things, Kishifu thinks. Honestly, even if it doesn't look good at all atmospherically.
"Is that what you're interested in? I used to pose like that before."
"I saw it in an old movie recently and thought it would look good. I'm a member of the Murder Club now, and I want to be able to protect myself at the very least, not rely on all my paranormal abilities, so I thought I'd have two birds a stone."
"I see. But isn't it good to rely solely on your abilities?
"If you're ready, you say no worries. Looks like there might be a situation like that. Ah... but then maybe you should learn well about guns and protective techniques at the Yukooka Institute. True, you might be able to tell me."
"True you, that always faceless kid?
Kishio saw it several times at the Snow Oka Institute, but it was a bad image.
"Yes. It seemed quite friendly. If you're willing to do that, you should let me know."
"Hmmm......"
Hard to say clearly that I don't like it because I don't like it, Kishifu roars.
That's when a familiar person ran past us.
"That's... Akiichi, isn't it?
With a scary face, and a great deal of momentum, Kishifu confirms graciously, wondering if he might have been someone else.
"Yes. It was Akeichi. But... something's wrong."
Yu who says so and stands up.
"Follow me. I have a bad feeling about it somehow. Kishio, if you're flustered, don't make it impossible."
"No, I'm coming, too."
Kishio also stood up and ran after Sharp One with Yu to chase him.
A man enters the back alley. I already know I'm being chased. And then disappear from the chaser's sight, trying to activate his abilities and escape, trying again.
Sharp ichi was right to read. The man's ability was a substitute for being short-range but capable of spatial transfer, if not seen by anyone. Ability to specialize in escape.
The moment you enter the back alley, activate the metastasis.
In anticipation of activating the metastasis, Sharp One waves his arm and lowers the transparent crush.
Now I didn't scream, but I can tell sharply where the crush was activated, even if I can't see it. It's pretty far away.
"Hmm. I mean, guess the latter is right"
Sharp Ichi squeals and rushes out. I would have fled into the back alley to erase my existence from the sight of anyone.
(I mean, when you disappear from your sight, you can teleport. That would be the ability. Perfect for escaping murder)
He also used the murder weapon when he killed the clerk in the first place. The subject's abilities are not in themselves combat-oriented.
(Of course, I may have multiple abilities, but I don't feel like I have the ability to use the murder weapon to kill them. In other words... If I follow the rules of the homicide club and sign up for a duel on this guy, he's not likely to take it. If……)
We have to break the rules, but kill them. I decided to excuse myself for not knowing who they were from the murder club and killing someone I knew.
"No way."
It takes a familiar voice. It was not the usual slightly prolonged modest voice, but a sharp voice.
"He's from the murder club. I look familiar."
Looking back, I could confirm Yu and Kishifu were coming after me. He speaks loudly all over the city and speaks the name of a grand murder club.
"You've done something extra. If you don't know, give me something nice. No, miss it. You just have to do something you didn't know."
He stared at Yu, sharply in a high-pressure tone.
"No, I can't"
Yu, who came to the front of sharp first and stopped his legs, raised his face and looked sharp first, not the usual nagging addition and subtraction, and refused clearly. Shosho husband was surprised to see Yu's side when he looked at him like this.
"Akeichi, I don't know what happened, but let's be cool. As much as it causes a very unsavory situation as it is, if you're Akiichi..."
"Out of the way!"
He pushes Yu on the way he's talking, and he runs sharp.
I've already lost sight of them, but there's no problem. If Sharp One waves his arm and lowers the invisible crush, the position can be identified.
From the other side, it would be fear. No matter how far you run, an invisible attack suddenly pours down. But that's why I like this way of killing sharp ones.
(That said, once you let it crumble down, it also unlocks on. We need to hurry up and chase him)
Sharp one running to where the crushing occurred. Inside the coffee shop.
(It's a place already out of sight. Shit...... I can get away)
Sharp Ichi, who jumped inside the coffee shop in a hurry, solidified to the sight he was waiting for there.
A total of seven men and women look sharply at each other in the eyes of hostility and vigilance. One of them is on the floor, sweating all over his body and bleeding from his head, breathing rough.
"Rough house, is this him?
"I think maybe I am. I didn't see my face clearly..."
When one of the groups looking at the sharp one confirmed, the snagging man - the rough house looked up at the sharp one and replied.
(Is that what you mean? All these guys, homicide club. And a different group from ours)
While attacking one of those groups, I can't forbid just the sharpest to be nervous about the situation where that group jumped in single-handedly.