"Tired, do you realize?
Junko speaks tirelessly as he stands up and receives Hao Ji's gaze staring at this one with a face distorted by anger.
"Of course it is. That... that must be like a meat doll, right? Not the body, but the splinter or the splinter? The main unit is hidden somewhere, so it's remotely operated."
In other words, whether to kill or catch this good fortune, the good fortune of the main unit probably has no effect.
"Hey, how do you know that at a glance!? You guys, you're the use of the devil, like you said yourself! Some demons are still enemies, because there are gods!
Haoji was heartily surprised that he had found out who his abilities were. He interpreted them as such.
"You're like a child in a system that keeps creating its own world in your brain."
Junko laughs when he overwhelmingly cripples when he hears Haoji's dialogue.
"The demon is exorcised!" I'll holly dock you before I die, and I'll purify your souls too! Die being offended and thankful!
From Haoji's point of view, I didn't know if she was a woman or a man if she was tired, but Junko was a woman no matter how she saw it, and since she was of her own defensive age, I decided to be the target.
At a distance away from the two of them, Haoji punches. It's like a bare gesture.
"Sun's Hand - Is Kurodo and the ability of the same system?"
The invisible energy was unleashed across his face, whereas tiredness gently shifted away from his upper body and mouthed the identity of his abilities.
"Hey... why..."
Hao Yoshi felt terrified that his abilities had once been seen through, and that he could afford to do so lightly.
"It looks killer, and I'll take care of the chimps at the bottom of the back street. I'm going to hit you right now, and I think you're attacking me with caution."
Haoji feels the power he gained is quite strong in itself, but he sighed tirelessly when he could see that Haoji, possessed by the spirit of power, had not used his power well.
"You can't move this anymore, can you?
Tired takes confirmation when he sees Hao Ji, who has already halved his war will.
"I didn't think you had to check with me. But anyway, let's play. Long time no see.
"Shall we?"
Junko invited me, and Tired smiled and nodded, rushing towards Hao Ji. As far as Junko is concerned, he moves momentarily and appears behind Hao Ji.
"Eh."
"Ahhhhhhhhh!?
When Junko touches Haoji's shoulder from behind, Haoji's body spins hard and spins on the spot.
"Then, because of - the pancreas!
"Liver."
Junko and Tired mouth the name of their guts, the body of Haoji spinning hard and fast on the spot, almost simultaneously poked the knife, pulling out the poked hand.
Two people pulling out a handknife and holding organs in each of them. What Junko is holding is the heart. It was the pancreas that was wearing my hands.
"That's it. I thought you'd come with your heart. Too bad."
"You were a pancreas as you read. My victory. Eighteen wins, ten losses, thirty-one draws."
"Mmm, I'm losing more and more."
'Cause I can almost understand Junko's buttern.'
"What, I have a pattern or something?
"Oh, Junko, please clean my blood back."
"Yes, yes, clean up the town."
Junko and I are tired of smiling and having fun talking, blind to the collapsed corpse of Haoji.
"Wow, my father. Come on!
"Wow!
The pleasant and soothing atmosphere between the two was interrupted by a mother and child crying over the body of their fallen and immobile father.
"Which one, let me see?"
Junko puts his hand on the head of his falling father's body and punches a syringe into his neck muscle.
"It's remarkable, but I don't think it's past the critical and brain death line... No, it's remarkable. If we're lucky, we might be able to help."
To the words of Junko, parents and children stop crying and compare Junko to the corpse with an unbelievable look.
"Let's just remove the brain and spinal cord and send it to the Snow Oka Institute. So, I'll dip it in the culture solution and try resuscitation measures when I get home. I'll get back to you when it's good, so I was wondering if you could give me your contact details."
Junko takes out the skull-opening apparatus and puts it on his head to scratch open. I dare to use the instrument because Junko likes the task of using this instrument to open the skull, although I can't activate my abilities and incise them with my hands.
"Ho, does that really help...... From this state...... I mean, what the hell are you..."
A mother who asks half-heartedly, while accepting that she is clearly an extraordinary world being, called the one who killed her father, the pair who defeated it lightly.
"This is the kind of person you are, but if you don't trust me, you're just gonna die like this. Okay?
Show the Snow Oka Institute website on the display and show it to parents and children.
"Hiku... Kanji... Hiku... I can't read..."
My daughter said as she cried. But I already understand that Junko is going to help his father.
"If you can't trust me, that's about it. If you don't trust me, funeral course without question. If you trust me, maybe it'll help. Oh, with human experiments and modifications, of course."
"We don't have a choice. I've already had help, and I believe it. Please."
A mother who sits down on the spot and pleads.
"Please! Help your father! Beautiful sister!
My daughter also sat down in the ground imitation of her mother and pleaded desperately.
"Beautiful..."
To the girl's words, Junko glanced wide and stiff.
"Hey Tired, I, this kid's father, I'm starting to feel like I have to help so much..."
"Why are you so choosy?"
Tired smiles at Junko, who squeals with a true face.
"So, Tired. Did you locate the main unit?
What I just killed was just a splinter of good fortune. It's breaking through at a glance. The problem is where the main body is.
"I'm good at that hand technique... or ability, Midori, but not me... If it's a set of Midori and Junko, we got to the main unit, and I'm sorry to hear that. From now on, please use that combination forever."
"No... I don't know about that..."
Junko spills a smile on the blatant demands of tiredness.
"You're getting sunny"
Looking up at the sky, tired said.
"Don't go back to the lab like this and stay somewhere in Shinjuku. At night, when something happens inside Shinjuku, we might be able to move quickly to the local area."
Junko decides.
"In the room with me, then. I hope you haven't slept with Junko in a while."
"Wow, misguided way of saying it"
"You know there's no point in falling asleep."
tiredness, which is the nature of intense desire for a person's warmth, but that desire is something else separate from Libido and not linked to lust. Of course I'm tired and lusty, but when I'm switching to a brain that wants warmth, my lust doesn't boil much. I don't even have an erection.
"And it's really bad, and I don't give a shit if I'm wrong."
"Uh... ah... yeah..."
He was given a true name here, and was a pure child who looked so badly determined as he cheeked.
Now he entered the brothel.
The store is Pinsaro. If I went in, they would think I was recruiting a clerk, and that was the shake that I felt so bad about.
"He's like this, but he's not suspicious. Because she's just a lady in the back street. Can I talk to you for a second?
Poking a gun at the receptionist, speaking up.
"Are people with these faces not in and out of here? Answer me honestly, okay?
Projects a holographic display that reflects the face of Abraham Yoshida.
"That person would be our regular...... I haven't set a time to come...... at least twice a week...... no, I'll come three times. Oh, I'm here."
The clerk points backwards and slowly looks back.
Then, as the clerk said, there was a man walking this way down the road. There's a face on the display and a man with the same face.
(This guy...)
When he sees the visions from Abraham, he frowns. Winding pitch-black fireworks. It looked like a shake once, and that's the kind of substitute that's gotten so much more intense.
I had a glance at Abraham ten nights after shaking, and I felt an atmosphere of excellence in rough affairs. He said he was one of us.
"What a coincidence..."
Ten nights squeals.
"Customer... just great. They're here for you."
The clerk told him without offense, so he said, "Shake, ten nights out."
I was trying to sneak up on them, but I didn't know they were going to tear me apart after facing them and exploring them.
"Alisui, we're moving to coercion. Open the door."
"Yes, yes, yes."
In response to the voice, Alisui, who was waiting in the subspace tunnel, opens the entrance.
"Hey, what's up?"
Abraham Yoshida gets a confused and frightened look with a gun stuck in her face.
"You're a bad actor. Even if you're scared with your expression, your eyes aren't scared. Just get in there."
A tone without saying yes or no. When he shot if he did not obey, his gaze and voice were telling the story, so Abraham honestly obeyed what he said.
"Hey, what is this place..."
One dimension enters the uneven subspace, and Abraham becomes the face of confusion.
"It's the perfect place to interrogate. Because I can't see it from the outside, and I can't get in. There's nothing wrong with interrogation turning into torture."
"As he watched Abraham's every step of the way," he said.