"I want to throw a formalin-pickled presidential nascent party."
Miho told the person he called first.
"I don't want to celebrate reviving an organization that was hostile to me."
The person on the phone - Junko says something negative in a bright voice.
"I'm not going to do any murder shows like before. I plan to make it an organization that focuses on game spectacles and gambling. Still uncomfortable? Uncomfortable because it's what rats do?
As for Miho's prospect, Junko and Makoto and Mika intend to participate in it as well. I intend to settle there.
I'm not even going to trap you. It doesn't make sense if you don't destroy it squarely. And doing it in public is of great significance. Stocks of newly established organisations will also rise.
"Hmm... I'll tell you a little bit about that rat thing. I wanted to apologize."
"What do you want to apologize for?
Hard to say, Miho is surprised at Junko for mouthing a dialogue that doesn't seem like it.
"I've decided not to separate rats anymore. I'm sorry for what I've been doing."
After Junko's words of apology, Miho was solidified for a while, but eventually the mundane and angry came to a boil.
"Huh? Now? I don't know about this change of heart, but what do you think we rats have been thinking?
"So sorry. Actually, there's wax... '
Then Junko talked about the curse, just like he told Lily.
"That's after all, Junko is bad, and now he's saying that, and I can't believe he's willing to fit in his original sheath..."
Saying in a trembling voice, Miho mumbles along the way.
'I'll tell the other rat-treated kids. There's no other way for a child to lose his love for me, but if he doesn't, he's going to treat it like a test bench again.'
"Reconciliation now... I can't forgive you. You guys took... zero. You killed him. You betrayed me. How can you forgive me... Many others saddened, desperate, and killed rats...... now that! This... demon!
I cursed at leaving the anger to me, and Miho stopped speaking.
What a cruel imitation, Miho is driven by the urge to clench his teeth and grip his fingertip phone. Hatred and anger at Junko had never increased.
On the other hand, another feeling is swelling up. No, it's because I inspired this feeling that hatred swelled up even more.
"I'm sorry I broke my hip about the story. So, what can I do for you?
After a lot of silence, Junko encouraged the conversation to continue.
"I'd like to invite you to a party to celebrate the inauguration of a new President pickled in formalin."
"Fine. Including Makoto and Mika, right?
"Yeah. So, I want you to go to the fight for the spectacle and have a party. If you want to apologize, that's all you have to do. Isn't that good? You're gonna settle, right?
"What form is the battle of spectacles?
"In the meantime, even in the mass garbage riots, the truth was in the fight for the spectacle. It's pretty much the same as that. Just a one-on-one fight. How many times have you participated in the president's funeral?
I see. I'll tell him. I'm looking forward to it, so I'm not trying. '
Miho hung up after being angry with Junko, who supported him with a bounced voice.
It wasn't just against Junko that came to my mind, it was against me, that I learned joy in Junko's voice and words.
"Now more... that demon... Anyway, again..."
Miho was trembling, alone, at the sight of tears.
Ten minutes after calling Junko, Mizuho gathered three people, Mizushima, Nagagoro and Katsuko, to talk about Junko's apology.
"Oh, I just got a call. He wants to make up for it. I guess now. I'm being silly."
Nagagoro throws up.
"I feel the same way. Definitely unacceptable"
and Miho.
"I thought you could accept that."
Mizushima says. Mizuho and Nagagoro stare at me, but Mizushima does not cower and speaks of her feelings.
"Because... I'm the bottom piece of garbage. I can't help being abandoned. Thank God you picked it up again."
"So you're leaving the rat community now?
"No... that's a little too... I was picked up by Miho, and I got a new place, and I can't betray it."
Asked by Mizuho, Mizushima answers with a weak voice, whilst becoming a nagging addition and subtraction.
"At the point where you say you can't betray me, you're not the bottom piece of garbage. I mean, I'm more rubbish with a murder urge. It is a supposedly not to be in the world. Human filth."
Changgoro poisons with plenty of masochism.
"Sort of - I like it... I hate it, but I hate it... I hate it... I want to kill it... I love you... Hey - I want you to stay... I want you to disappear. But... I want you to stay."
Suddenly, Katsuko speaks louder than usual. Apparently, in response to Nagagoro's dialogue, he emphasizes.
"I also... want to make up for it. I hate Junko...... but I like it"
Hearing Katsuko's crying voice, Miho and Nagagoro taste the feeling of losing venom.
Junko, he's going to the inaugural party.
Miho told her that she should have reported it first.
"Are you going to set me up there?
Mizushima asks.
"I mean, I put up a duel of the simplest spectacles. Put it on black and white then."
"Can you win..."
Mizushima grumbles anxiously.
"Yukie will also work with us to prepare a death game to keep. So... I'll kill Junko. straight from the front...... square and dignified"
"When it comes to death games, you're definitely not dying, are you?
Nagagoro confirms.
"I'm going to kill you, though."
Miho makes an angry voice.
Death games, but not necessarily all that one dies of. In the early days, one of them was a literal death game that was bound to die, but gradually, it degenerated into a death game in the sense that it could also die.
The reason for such a degeneration is simple. If you were letting dead people out every game, it wouldn't be enough to have a few players. There are also players in the guest, and from the customer's point of view, it became recognized that it is better to retain some risk of death rather than around the dead.
Those who expose themselves to fighting in public in the first place are precious. Many don't like it. Former formalin-pickled presidents tend to lack the people to be players, so much so that they were rallying from abroad for a high price.
Of course, some of them, like drum can kicks, don't end without the dead.
"I can go to the game, but don't let this guy out"
"Okay."
Nagagoro glanced at Katsuko and demanded, and Miho nodded as well.
Dark Demon Dragon Inn. Junko called Mika, accompanied by True, Tired and Midori, to talk about the invitation from Miho as she picked up lunch.
"It looks like Makoto wants you and Mika to come out."
"Another spectacle fight in public? I just did this before."
True to imagine yourself shrugging shoulders in your head.
There are truly several times before that that I fought at an event hosted by the President pickled in formalin, knowing that it would be a spectacle. He also participated in several shady death games with higher mortality rates, like drum can kicks.
"Maybe he's up to something. If you don't cooperate with Miho, I think you'll call me back another way."
I also agreed with Junko's thoughts.
"I guess! Oh, and I'm late for my report! I've been talking to Rain Shore Lily yesterday!
Mika's report sharpens her gaze of truth and tiredness.
"Disly-a, but... things were a little strange!
"In what way?
I get tired of asking.
"It was like I didn't have a few lives left! I suspected you were sick or something!
"What..."
Mika took a breath because the truth revealed her anger expression.
"True brother... how are you"
Midori sitting next to him pounded his true shoulder and slapped him.
"What do you mean, you didn't ask me in detail?
I suppressed my anger. True, but now I ask by revealing my flashy face.
"You didn't tell me! But that atmosphere..."
"Heh, Mika sister. Didn't you record it?"
"Sorry!"
Stuck into Midori, Mika stood one hand in front of her face and lowered her head gently.
"You seem to know Junko."
Tired looked at Junko's expression and said. True, Mika and Midori also pay attention to Junko.
"Excuse me. Shut up."
Junko swims her eyes with her cheeks.
"If it's incurable, cure him. You're gonna die before I get my revenge."
Hearing true demands, tiredness sighs in fright, and Junko swims extra eyes.
"Ugh, when you do, revenge is foolish, and your true brother, who is always cursing, really sees fools ~"
Meaningly, Midori shows her teeth and laughs.
"Bubba Bubba Bubba!
"True, I haven't lifted the Prowl restraining order."
Junko cautioned softly about the truth of headlocking Midori.