"Grandma Zeng, you've killed people, have you?
A few years ago, during a break from training, Uemami had heard of it on the basis of interest. While Umeko had military experience, he learned that he had fought a vicious killer in martial arts training, and thought that he might have killed him, too, and spoken with horror.
"Of course I do. Literally, you can't count."
Umeko answers lightly with a smile.
"Succeeding to Uenohara's ancient martial arts is doomed to do so. When you're ready. If you don't want to, stop."
"Shuku meh...?
Upper Mi puts on her little neck
"It means that even if he doesn't want to, or if Uemami doesn't want to kill people, he's going to kill them. Such a cursed fate lies in the heirs of Uenohara's ancient martial arts. He who succeeds is destined to throw himself into the vortex of nature and struggle."
"Boob, I don't believe in such a curse. I don't kill people or anything."
With nuances that delude fear, Uemami insists. Umeko, I didn't try to touch you any further on the matter, but I was firmly stuck as a memory in Uemami's head.
The conversation back then is now clearly resuscitated in the back of my brain.
(I mean, now is the time... then? There's nothing else I can do.)
If you hesitate, you and Angelina will be killed. It's too ridiculous to say that I have some powers that I can do something about, such as not waving my power in the midst of humanism and losing my life.
Uemami decided to be ready.
"Jap......"
Angelina remembers chills. I did feel a sharp, cold killing like countless ice needles emanating from the girl's body.
Upper Mi faced the man with her half body, poking her left arm forward and widening her palms wide, while her right arm bent over and put her hand next to her face. The right hand gently taps the thumb and pinky finger, the three fingers inside slightly bend the first joint, and the second joint bends at an angle of about forty-five degrees.
The right hand is not the earliest hand. When it's a weapon to take lives, Uemami is strongly aware.
About a year ago now. After training from an early age, Uemai was able to crush flying balls in the air with his bare hands. The outside of the ball was made of people's muscles, and the inner core was made of roughly the same hardness and strength as a person's bones.
I could have approached him from Uemami, but he came forward from the man.
Uemami is aware of the side. But don't let that consciousness be understood, pretend to be conscious of the front, and draw the enemy's consciousness to the front. They didn't even think it necessary to do that, but for the first time, Uenohara's secret secrets used in action - a murder fist - are thorough without any compromise.
That moment when a man's hand could not reach Upper Beauty, Upper Beauty's body disappeared from the front of the man.
Fixing your consciousness, your mind, your presence forward, but your body moves to the right like a ghost. From the man to the left, quiet, fast, turn around.
At the same time as he circled around, his right hand, which Uemami stood beside his face, was unleashed. The right hand released as it rotated punches the man's throat through the lateral diagonal bottom.
The larynx, carotid artery and trachea were swept away by the little hand of the girl who turned into a screw, bouncing and flying. There's a big groove from the left side of the man's throat to the front, and a lot of blood blows out.
The technique of pulling herself without even bathing in returning blood was more precisely tapped in than her great-grandmother's, and Uemai was pulling her arm at about the same speed as when she protruded, backstepping and distancing herself from the man.
"Ooh... here... ooh... ooh..."
Leaks a voice that doesn't make a literal voice, like air out, and stares at the poor girl who killed herself with a man's blood-running eyes.
(I'll curse you...... norotte...... yall...... zo......)
The man collapsed as he ejected a large amount of blood out of his throat, cursing again at the way he had been killed, which he could not even say he wanted to.
Deep Righteousness, taught at the time of his designation as heir to Umeko, he had decided not to use it for the rest of his life. Upper Mi was trembling with excitement and awe that the seal was unsealed.
"Ja......"
Angelina speaks to me, and Uemami looks back. Upper Beauty's Heart Angelina was upset when she saw the pale face that it was not here.
"Angelina, I... I killed someone."
"Jap."
Placing her hand on Upper Beauty's shoulder telling her to be sure of something, Angelina shook her neck to the side.
"I have to kill you. You were killed. I have to protect myself... but, Angelina, don't you fear or despise me?
"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Jaaaaaaaaaaa!
He gives a voice that he obviously denies, and shakes his head aloud, probably.
From Angelina's point of view, I felt chest pain in many ways. Once upon a time, I used to enjoy murder, justifying killing people. Meanwhile, Upper Mi defiled her own hands with the awareness of protecting herself from such a filthy great sinner. I'm really aware of the difference between me and myself.
The feeling that I have to protect the heart of Upper Beauty boils down to Angelina. But even if I have something to say, I can only scream jap.
"It's okay, I'm not crying"
Spilling tears, but the expression tightens, Shangmi says with perseverance face and voice.
'Don't cry so easily. Crying means admitting to losing and running away.'
It reminds me of my great-grandmother's scolding at a young age.
That's what happened when I screwed up at the audition. Even though I was already at my limit, I cried, but still scolded you, and plum seemed like a ghost to Upper Beauty's eyes at this time. But on with the dialogue that I have spoken, my consciousness changes.
'Your father's spoiled and raised you, and that's how it turned out. I don't want you like that, and if you're willing to carry on my trail, I don't spoil you no matter how resentful you are. But, you know, if you quit studying martial arts and wish me to be kind to Grandma Zeng, I'd be happy to do that. It's hard for me to be tough on a kid.'
After Umeko's dialogue, Uemami tried to bump into questions as to why she shouldn't cry.
"It only makes it easier for me to cry. Don't make yourself easier. Keep crying for the last time. You know, you lost someone important, or you can cry when you want to. '
"You mean relaxed, right? I see... now I know exactly what Grandma Zeng wanted to say"
I wasn't sure at that time, Uemami bites off the meaning of the returned word.
"Jap......"
Angelina strokes Upper Beauty's head. No matter how strong and distracted you are, Angelina can tell as much as it would be for a thirteen-year-old girl.
"Thank you, Angelina. But with comfort, there's no jap."
"Jap ~"
Angelina gives a gesture of making a big circle with her hands over her head, and because that's all she can talk about - and a nuanced voice. And it also passed to Upper Beauty, spilling tears, and at the same time a smile.
Sensing the existence of the junction just by approaching, Junko stops once and for all.
"Hmm, sounds pretty extensive."
Junko saw that the vast majority of the forest stretched out in front of him was also stretched out into the junction.
Junko, who responded to Sylvia's request for help, acted separately from Sylvia, while coming a little late, which if possible would not make the enemy aware of his presence, handling him as a playmate and a joker.
(I don't think Sylvia can afford to bother giving me a hand with the Junko nomination.)
Behind Junko, says the guardian spirit apricot. In my lifetime, Sylvia and I had a relationship in relation to work. My taste was the same, so I was close to my wife, but some parts of the horse didn't fit, so I got along well with the fight.
"Mr. Ip Yama-san, who killed Apricot, told me to take care of it, but maybe that's not all I need."
(You killed me anyway. You don't have to say this. Besides, I don't resent Ye Shan for killing me. Anyway, whoever asked Ip Shan, right?)
Apricot said.
Junko realizes that very bad signs are rising from the front. It is easy to see that many lives ahead of us can fly, and joy, pleasure, resentment and fear intersect.
In a creepy night forest, Junko steps loosely into a junction that only leans on cursed things.
"Oh, I let you in..."
He said he couldn't let anyone in without a curse, so I tried it, but I give him a voice that sounds unexpected for letting him in properly.
"You've already broken the curse you put on me..."
Junko once cursed himself. A curse that will not fall in love with anyone until you travel with your beloved again. A curse no one will ever love. But it is an encounter with truth, which should have been lifted.
(I mean... before you realize it, there are other curses? And don't doubt it, it also affects my spirit and disguises it... sounds like you are)
At the same time, Junko analyzed herself and learned that she was still cursed and not aware of the fact. The effect of mind control is already very weak, but even if Junko remembers the doubt, it could not be suppressed.
(Is this curse... a constraint on faith? It's the same curse I put on me, but someone who cursed me before I knew it, my beliefs - what kind of feelings did you try to maintain? I don't know.)
I know the nature of the curse itself, but I remain unaware of the intentions of those who cursed me. And this curse, even if left alone, is not harmful. Because it's just something that keeps me from changing my mind.
I couldn't help thinking about it, so I decided not to think about the matter any further.
After walking for a while, there was more than one person's voice and the one who spoke saw the light, so I walked out towards you.
"Oh, I didn't know you were even here, Junko Yukioka."
A black middle-aged photographer called out to Junko.
"Oh, not Mr. Yasuse"
Junko meets someone she knows unexpectedly. His name is Harutaro Yasuse, a photographer known to all, both on the front and back streets and in the paranormal industry.
"Is that it? Is something wrong?
Junko asks when he sees how many people escape from the direction Anse came eating bubbles.
"There's a mess showing up where it was a safety zone and it's rampant. We all tried to give it back, but it couldn't be stopped. So, we're all in this together."
"Hmm, I'll go for a second then"
"I'd like you to exorcise me if you could. Oh, that's..."
With Yasuse, Junko continues on the road.
The firewood hall was the scene of the massacre. The bodies of naked men and women are rolling there.
And the man who built the mountain of corpses stands at ease. It was Garcia, a cursed warrior who moves as a handkerchief for Aoinosuke.