"I'm sorry... I got Yu's hands dirty"
After the appearance of the two assassins disappears completely, Shosho husband squeaks.
"My hands aren't dirty. Both of us."
Take Shore husband's hand, and even show him his free hand, Yu said.
"I just paid for the firepowder that would take me down. You don't have to worry about it. I have absolutely no idea what this looks like."
Yu clearly tells the split wind, without any emotion.
(Isn't this the first time you've killed a person? I heard you've never done any personal killings in your activities at a murder club... Or since you and your buddies have come to commissioned murder many times, does it feel more like it now?
A shore husband who makes a lot of mistakes.
"But once again, it's a great power..."
Kishifu didn't remember the realism of the awesomeness of the power to erase things just by looking at them before he was impressed or flabbergasted.
"It targets the space itself, so you can engage it before activating the force, and you can resist (resist) even if you can't do it. As for the big mess principle, it's the same as Akiichi's transparent crushing. The first lock on -- I call it targeting -- is to target a space and erase something in that space."
Yu explained his abilities again, but Shore husband didn't know much about it.
"Let's go to the next place than that. They took the extra time."
Yu gets off the dirt.
(I'm not sure why you're in a hurry, but they might raid you again, and I guess it's impossible to try to do something today...)
Kishifu thought as he followed Yu, but kept it out of his mouth.
Returning to the perfect town downtown, Yu and Kishifu had come to a department store restaurant.
"I also came here with three members of my family when my mother was still here. To celebrate your father's novel becoming a bestseller."
"Ugh, yeah......"
To Yu's commentary, depressed shore husband the gavel without knowing why.
"Then let's go next."
A gentleman who prompts you to move quickly.
(I'm sorry to make it a date, but it's not the wind you're enjoying)
Even though I think so, I still keep my mouth shut for now, shore husband. But it's time for me to have a stronger desire to bump into questions about this unintelligible take around.
After that, he went to several places, each time that was a place of memories, Yu said.
"Is this how much...? Near Euthanasia City. There are other places I've been, but it's not far."
Yu stopped and took a heavy sigh.
"Is it time you told me?
Kishifu asks thoughtful questions.
"What did you want to do when you went to the edge of your family?
"Are you sure you don't feel anything? Nothing... don't you remember?
Seeing herself with eyes as if to blame, Kishifu snorts.
"Dad, how long are you going to be in your dreams? The sight I'm seeing right now is not in my dreams or in another world. It's real."
That dialogue, spoken by Yu, thrust into Shosho's heart and stimulated the depths of Shosho's memory.
(Father? Dream? otherworlds? reality......)
Feel like something that is uninterruptedly important, but I don't want to recall, is dragged out forcefully to a less conscious layer.
"pheasant......"
The first thing that came to mind was that.
"Did you see the pheasant?
Kishifu asks nicely. It was an inquiry that seemed to have no context, but Yu understood and was surprised to round his eyes.
"It was Asakawa earlier. It just occurred to me in my head. The sight of a little girl poking around to find and catch a pheasant"
As he talks, Kishifu's memory rapidly clears up. When the spirit dwells in this body, all the amalgamation that was enclosed is unleashed.
"I don't think anything... there's nothing I don't feel. I felt a lot. But I'm blurry. Besides, I'm Fujikashi's husband, not Dawn."
Staring firmly at Yu's face, shore husband tells him.
"I know, but let me still say it"
With a slightly darker sounding voice, Yu continued the conversation.
"Dad... he didn't even think about how I've lived, did he? When my father was getting weirder and weirder and couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality borders and kept running away to another world that I had created in my head, how I... was watching about my father. I couldn't imagine how you were treating me, the novelist's, at all - no, you didn't?
Blaming herself gently, Shore husband learns chest pain like being torn apart from her soul.
(This pain is not me as Fujikashi husband, but the other me - Dawn Light Next. No... I guess that's the main body.)
I am nothing but a pseudo-personality. That's clearly what Shore husband figured out. I triggered Yu's words, my memory aroused, and I understood roughly who I was.
"I wanted to stand by the same gaze as my father, share the same time as my father in a real way, and - I thought maybe there was some kind of stimulus and my father would go back to normal... with such miserable and pale expectations, I tried to do this. You're an idiot, aren't you, me?"
Hearing Yu's voice tremble, watching Yu struggle with tears, Shosho husband is driven by the urge to hug Yu.
"At first, here or there, my head was blurred, my memory was vague, I didn't know what it was"
Yu doesn't try to talk any more, so now Shore husband talks.
"It's pretty clear now. My mentality is different from that of my shore husband in light order, but I... there's no way I don't know how Yu feels. I don't think you're stupid or anything."
That's right. I've got some things I need to clarify. With this in his mouth, Sho Husband was afraid of what Yu would think and how he would react. But I have to tell you.
"I'm sorry. I'm not Dawn next, even if I'm the same soul right now. So... it's hard to feel like your father, and I don't even think of you as my own daughter. Suddenly you say that, but it's unacceptable. And for Dawn Light Next, Dawn Light Next is going to transfer to another world, it's a different personality. But..."
So I separated the words and toured, but Kishifu uttered the dialogue that came to mind.
"But I... weird thing to say, but still... there's nothing you don't know how Yu feels, and even if Fujishiki doesn't want it now, I'm Fujishiki's husband now, and I want to help Yu"
"You look alike... of course"
I laugh when Yu suddenly creaks like crazy.
"Me, my father, Mr. Kishi... I'm clumsy"
"Is that where you laugh?
Kishifu is also followed and spills a smile.
"I'm starting to feel like it's not going to be the shape I want, but I'm listening to Mr. and Mrs. Shore right now... and I'm feeling pretty good about this now. That's enough, or this is the limit..."
That may be like a compromise, but it is also true that Yu's heart was largely saved and made easier by listening to Kishifu's sincere appeal.
At a branch of the president pickled in formalin, Kaoru and Shigezaburo were checking yesterday's results.
Following yesterday, when a simultaneous raid began, the killers are still being forced to attack members of the murder club today.
"We've done more damage to our enemies than we thought."
Shiraishi Sanro becomes anxious face under his mask. Over the numbers, this one is overwhelmingly losing. Instead of double scoring in the number of dead, there is a difference near triple scoring.
"Is the boulder a place like Junko Yukioka's mouse? But the meds of replenishment also stand. This one just needs to hire another new assassin, even if he's killed. Either this budget runs out first or the murder club will be wiped out."
Incense twitched as if it were a minor matter, but it bothered my mind how to deal with more difficult problems than that.
I had expected, but the second day, compared to the first day, has a much smaller number of battle occurrences. Many members of the murder club are wary and presume to be because they hid in the clouds.
And even when the battle occurs, we are losing more than yesterday. Incense judges those who are now members of the Murder Club wandering out in grandeur, whether it be because they are confident strong men in their arms.
Someone knocks on the door of the room where the two of them are, and the door opens without waiting for acceptance of their entry.
"Ah... how did you get here"
Incense startles me, and I get up from my chair. Shiraishi Sanro also rose nervously when he saw the person and bowed deeply.
Just take it easy, okay?
The man in the suit wearing the mask of an ounce tells in a low, sinister voice.
The man is called Sasaka Bear. He is one of the oldest executives of the Formalin-Pickled President and among the top executives of the Formalin-Pickled President, he is in a substantial leadership position.
"I've convinced the other executives to push the budget even higher."
"Thank you"
Incense bows its head to the words of the bears.
"Do you know what happens if you lose?
Shigezaburo shivered at the inquiry of Sasaka Bear.
(No way, we're being blamed and killed...)
Shiraishi Sanro comes up with a bad imagination.
"The face of the president pickled in formalin will be coated with mud, which will give you the total strength of the organization to decide between Junko Yukioka himself and the female male."
Incense calmly states.
What, you're going to get killed?
Four strands of Sanro to appease.
"Don't be. Scattered. That woman's been drinking boiled water. It's time for the limit. We have to fight the out-of-commerce."
"It's already out of sight. I wish I could film and sell the feud between the murder club and the killers, but most of the killers refused to allow me to expose myself. On the contrary, some people welcomed photography, so they have photographers on them."
Reminds me of a world-famous killer, Ondrei Masalik. It has been called a Slavic Phantom, Paranormal Kill, etc., and said it has been accomplished in a way that is out of standard, no matter what the difficult request. Above all, as the anonymous name for paranormal killing suggests, it has slaughtered a number of people with paranormal abilities.
"Remove the gala from them. And I'll make it look good. You'll be able to use it again someday."
"Of course I intend to."
"But... there's no art in just pointing out a killer. Why don't you add some more exciting elements?
Sakura opinions.
"Right. Some people are working with me because of this, and I'll think about it."
Before that, Incense put his head around that the movement of the members of the murder club was difficult to supplement, and that they also had to have events that could be solved collectively.