Being a murderous club that made the world noisy. The identity calmed down by the fictional presence that one journalist had created to become famous.
But many of the residents on the back street know. That's what I did for the street, but he said the murder club was indeed a real organization.
But even the residents of the back street, especially some of the people in the situation, know something. The murder club was reborn as a spiritual defense agency.
But even more limited of those who knew the circumstances. It's that a journalist dressed with the stigma of trying to crush a murder club, making a murder club famous, is now leading a murder club.
Sunset Keqiu Yoshiji was surprised to learn that Sanhei Keqiu, who was trying to crush the murder club, had become a compiler for the murder club.
"I guess I'm more of a watchmaker than a summarizer. No... I'm the producer and she's the director. Role-wise. Or I'm hired and the owner, and that girl's the manager."
At the entrance to the Murder Club's home building, a sharp, middle-aged man with eyes - Sanhei Kettle Hill - said with a smile as he looked up to Good Governance.
"I mean, I'm the one who's surprised. I didn't know there was a Homicide Club man and a Star Charcoal Stream sorcerer in the same school."
"I don't want you to combine for that reason. I'm not very close to them."
Good governance who hears the reasons for the nomination of the opponent of the joint fight to be carried out and makes a flashing face.
The same school - Ryujiro Suzuki and Akiichi Serizawa - were chosen for the sole reason of attending the private Earth School, and were to work with Koji to fulfill the mission.
The sharp one is still a servant, but Ryujiro is a clear hater. His father, who is the president of the school board, respects him, but when his son Ryujiro, he comes to tease himself in a different way than Shining, not serious and without a place to catch him. And losing to such a dishonest student in the student chairman's election is still drawing a tail.
"Right. I'm sorry about that. Then try to get along. I thought it was part of my life experience."
The pot hill laughs and tells. When I heard my own words, I was disappointed that Kettle Hill was not such a good person, although I expected Kettle Hill to revamp my candidacy.
"Oh, no, you're not the chairman of the wind discipline committee -. This is going to be fun again."
Just there, Ryujiro came and called out with his usual smile.
"I'm sick of this one, though?
"Well, don't say that, let's have fun. I'm really looking forward to seeing how Sunset Hill works this way. Don't you have any feelings that you're excited about Sunset Hill?
"No... when you say that..."
After listening to Ryuji's dialogue, he is also a good governance with a boiling interest. If it was good governance before, it would still be something that I denied without a headache, but thanks to a lot of things, I've been more flexible in my thinking lately.
Before coming to the home of the Murder Club, Yoshiji had a conversation with Shirakashi Shirakami and the star charcoal.
Seems that Hikaru asked Hikaru to gain more experience with himself, and Hikaru responded accordingly and kept the conversation to the upper levels of the star coal. The appointment of Starry Stream's assignment is carried out by retired superiors.
That's not all the brilliant tricks. The country will embark on a spiritual defense with its main hips, and Good Governance insisted that star coal should actively support it. For this reason, Good Governance was given an important role as the underwriter and supporter of the spiritual defence agency and the star coal.
Good governance was surprised by this measure, and while thanking him honestly, he was about to review Shining, but a few decades later, he was cursing each other hard and fighting. The reason for the fight is...... I've already forgotten. I always have a fight, so I have about half a chance of forgetting the reason for the fight, etc.
Now Good Governance can walk his ideal path. String spirals also admitted to good governance, and told him they would seek cooperation in an area where there was no obstacle to schooling.
The first person to work was the murder club. Besides the clan genre of magicians in the first place, it is also a natural flow for this to happen because the spiritual defence agency as a state agency is the only one at the moment with this murderous club. Finally, Good Governance will go out with the Murder Club for the moment.
"I'm guessing you're a star coal stream representative who can support us? Well, that's not if you like it or not, is it?
"I'm sorry. Best regards,"
After the caution of Kettle Hill, Good Governance, ashamed that his remarks were far-fetched, honestly admits his inaction and bows his head.
"Sunset Hill has changed."
Sharp Ichi comes and speaks out unexpectedly.
"Now Sunset Ke Hill, you may be more grown up than Akiichi."
"You're the kid who says that kind of disgust."
To tease Ryujiro, Akeichi says back with a muddled face.
"Are these three on a mission?
Sanji asks Kettle Hill.
"For now, yeah. Backup is done as necessary. Also, if you feel you need more manpower, be honest with me as soon as possible. Send extra personnel properly. This organization hasn't done much of the task yet, and we can afford too much for the deployment of its constituents"
Said Kettle Hill. When the country felt like it was still refraining from enrolling in a murder club, it looked like both Good Governance and Kettle Hill.
"What is it here, and let's have a slow meeting where we can calm down"
Ryujiro urged me, and the three of them changed places.
People live by all sorts of things. It binds the soul.
It is synchronous pressure in scheduled harmony, it is precedent, it is law or rule, it is authority or title, it is custom or custom, it is ambient air, it is social common sense, anyway, shapelessly perceived, there is no freedom in a person's soul.
If you can't grasp complete freedom, it's easy to give up. But Jun-san Sumida couldn't give up there.
I just want to get complete freedom at least. I want to be there without my heart tied. Jun-san is alive for that.
From Jun-san's eyes, all the humans in the world just seem to have filth moving. It's a good place to get dirty. They are all bound to their souls. Besides, he wants to bind himself. An incredible stupidity, I can see it in Joon-san's eyes. The soul that sank in the shit is no different than the shit.
Jun-san sincerely thinks that he was lucky enough to escape the bondage.
Complex Devil, a sorcery denomination to which Joonsan belongs. The aim of many magicians there is to liberate consciousness. It's about embodying your thoughts. Jun-san likes that too.
Jun-san tries experiments on a regular basis. It's an experiment that's caught a lot of people and killed each other. Capture is limited to people on the street. A person with a stiff head of bee in social common sense is particularly ideal.
Cave hall. Ten men and women gathered. Knives, sticks, sickles and Japanese knives fall on the floor.
"Kill each other. Let the surviving man go."
Jun-san proclaims so, and for now, he kills one human being nearby, with a gun.
Without this first murder, I won't try to move inside. That's the pattern. The first time I see a scene where a person is killed in front of me - a scene where an unspeakable corpse has been created, it catches fire. That's a pattern, too.
What do you do when you still don't move? I didn't move just killing one person this time either. I couldn't catch fire. This is another pattern. Everyone trembles in fear and doesn't try to move.
Jun-san is silent and points a gun at one man.
The man who was pointed at the gun took the gain and was slashed by the man who was on his side.
And the full-scale killing begins. Once lit, the fire spreads. Some people don't try to kill anyone until the end and just get killed unilaterally or run away. This is another pattern, too.
"Stop. Time."
To Joon-san's voice, those who were killing each other stop moving. There are four of us left. One of them had fled to the end. It was a woman who was running away.
"They told me to kill each other, so I had no choice but to follow and kill people because it became an air of forgiveness. Explain to your heart that you have no choice but to help yourself. Am I right?
Jun-san confirms with a slight laugh.
"You didn't know? It's not supposed to be murder in Japan, is it? You mean you can kill me because I told you to kill each other and you thought you'd be killed if you didn't? You're dancing in the air. It's proof that my heart is tied. Caught in shapeless shapes, people get foolish. The soul is bound, the soul sinks into the shit, and the soul becomes just like the shit. The fool whose soul is shit should die."
After speaking, Jun-san will shoot three of the remaining four.
All nine souls are captured. To use the soul of those who died in fear and despair, to use it for spells.
The woman, who was running around not participating in the killing until the end, was hitting Jun-san's angry gaze, but Jun-san smiled.
"You live. You are the one who put your will to it. He was a proper human being. The one who broke the shapeless bondage. The liberated."
When Jun-san leaves that behind and turns her back on the woman, the men in robes, wearing a mask and hiding her head, who were holding back in the corner of the hall, approach the woman and stab her with a syringe.
A woman immediately loses consciousness. All you have to do is drive it to the right place and set it free.
"As always. Is that fun? It's a feeling I don't know."
A skinny white woman appeared in the cave, stood in front of Jun-san and spoke up.
I'm not sure if I'm in my thirties or forties. Maybe younger. I'm putting my robe together, but I can see it's lean even from the top of my clothes. There are big bears underneath the eyes, which are hard to call beautiful in flattery, even if they take facial makeup.
"Long time no see, Doctor. Congratulations on becoming a mentor."
Jun-san bows her head respectfully toward a white woman. The opponent was the one who invited himself to this congregation and gave him guidance as a magician.
It was almost two weeks ago.
Not even one of the emails comes by, and the white woman grins and laughs at her unfaithful apprentice, whom she meets and finally congratulates.
Her name is Shirley McNeil. He is one of the mentors of Complex Devil, the largest sorcery denomination in East Asia.
This cave is on a mountain of land owned by Complex Devil, and the map does not indicate that there is a cave either. Since the spiritual magnetic field is also strong and distant at first sight, it is mainly used to perform criminal rituals.
"I heard rumors that bothered me."
In that word of Shirley, Jun-san spills an invincible grin while wondering if something came.
"Rumor has it that you are going around killing a national magician. Rumor has it that he was hired by another country to become one of the spiritual defense sharpeners."
"If the rumors are true, what will the teacher do with me?
Joonsan inquires with a laugh, not showing her how it moved at all.
"If the rumors prove true, I'll burn your face. But you can help cover up the truth."
Shirley also laughed at his disciple, who was unfaithful but not strange.