True and tired were in contact with the sixth of the mice transplanted with Arlaune.
Already contacted mice have been transported by dark taxi to the Miyazaki Institute. It's an authentic task to meet and persuade them immediately, to get them ready and escort them. There was also one mouse that didn't respond to persuasion, but that gave up as having no choice anymore.
The sixth person was a company employee, but when he heard the true story, he was supposed to go to his home to get ready and head to the Miyazaki Institute, but he was having a terrible time preparing his home.
"It's been over thirty minutes."
"Yeah. It's taking too long for a boulder. Let's hurry."
I said tired and tired, and three men show up in front of the front door of the apartment when the truth tries to get inside Mouse's apartment. All young.
"Thank you for waiting."
As we alert each other, a mouse comes out to be escorted.
"The man."
"What about these kids?
"I don't. Hey, what are you guys? We need to talk to your man."
The men point to the mouse and say.
"Arlaune hunting."
When the truth shrugged, the men's faces stretched. And then the mouse's face.
True pulls out the gun and shoots at close range. One of the Arlaune hunting men is shot in the head and falls.
Tired summoned a pitch-black sword with an aport, slashed like a sheath, but he did not respond. The moment he was slashed, his opponent's body blurred like fog, and two seconds after the knife fell out, he was back to normal.
"Don't be alarmed. I feel used to these guys."
That was the man who fell down after being shot in the first head. The wound occludes and he slowly rises as he shakes his head. Looks like a regenerative mouse.
"Let's buy some time. Call for reinforcements."
Playback capability says, take out your fingertip phone. True tried to shoot at the man's phone, but his hand grabbed the true barrel.
When I see it, the hand of a man who can change his appearance into a foggy state slashed by exhaustion is disappearing from his wrist with a foggy tip. The hand grabbing the true gun is also blurry as fog on the cutting surface.
When the truth tries to grab it in a man's hand, the man's hand fogs. At the same time, get away from the gun.
"You seem to have a troublesome and interesting ability inside."
I see a foggy man, and I'm tired of squealing. But I can handle as much as I want.
"Calling reinforcements means you have the ability to stick, but you're not sure about the offense or the fight itself."
When True calmly pointed out, the three Arlaune hunters seemed to be stars, stifling. Besides, representing it straight in the face shows in the amateur circle and true eyes.
"Black beeswax"
More like a black hedron overflows than the black body of the tired demon knife Concubine Pine, falling on the floor of the hallway. I fell. I thought it had turned black and dark shadows to melt on the floor, and I headed towards the fog man.
Starichiro, Koji, Kasahara and Yaiko rush to the place where the reinforcements were requested.
"Is that it...?
"Yeah."
I got out of the car and Starichiro nodded at Kasahara pointing to the apartment.
"It's the end of the tragedy to see too late relief"
Yayoko groans pompously. The meaning of the word can be understood without looking.
As the four of them went up the upstairs stairs of the apartment, three carcasses were rolling down the hallway.
"I can't believe Fujiwara got hit like this..."
Kasahara groaned when she saw the whole body of the foggy man solidified like a black wax. The regenerating companion, while similarly black waxed, this one had his torso crushed. The other one has been shot dead.
"Plum belly was a confident guy in regenerative power, too, but if he did it like this, can't he be revived? There's absolutely no such thing as a battle for alien powers."
He sees his black-waxed companions and talks to Shinichiro as he calms down.
Kasahara became frustrated that he could not be seen mourning his companion, but he knows he can't help scolding it, so shut up.
From Starichiro, to the extent of occasional face-to-face conversations, they have not had much contact with each other. That was called this time, relying solely on Starichiro's strength, and when he arrived, he was dead. It's hard to have a sense of companionship in itself. If this is someone from an alien hobby group I've been dating for a long time, it's a different story.
"This one dominated at first, but it's not getting any easier. We'll keep our heads together to keep the sacrifice down."
"Yes, sir."
To Kasahara, who drew attention, Starichiro replied like a distracted, little fool.
True and tired, who left the Arlaune hunt, came to the Miyazaki Institute with the mouse of the Arlaune host.
"The other mice are gathered here."
Tell the truly protected mouse as he creeps through the laboratory gates.
"If I gather them in one place, will the enemy have a total and not be able to exhaust them?
The mouse says anxiously.
"I wonder which will exhaust the whole grid. Until now, the mice have been killed because they were suddenly attacked in an unintentional manner where they were individual. It would be a different story if prepared in advance. It doesn't look like the mouse's Arlaune holding is significantly inferior to the enemy's Arlaune holding, and it would be more reassuring than it is in bulk."
The mouse also seemed a little relieved to hear the reasoning truly spoken.
Miyazaki had called all the mice he had transplanted Arlaune into the lab. And Junko's mouse was also evacuated to his laboratory, and he suggested to Junko that he should keep it in one place.
"Is that the last of it?
As usual, half naked beautiful girls are replaced by horses, and Misaki, dressed in swallow tail clothes, looks at and asks the mouse that True and Tired has brought.
"I'm still here, but I want to take a break"
"Right."
"Hmm. Thank you very much. Let's make some tea. Oh, Yukioka and Viper are here too. And a few others."
Without having to be reported to Miyazaki, True and Tired got an e-mail while on the move, and I knew Junko and the others were wearing blue and suke here.
When I was passed to the guest room, there was not enough chair and it seems to have been added. There are already six men and women. Junko, Midori, Viper, Misuke, Blue. And one was a little beautiful girl, who knew neither true nor tired.
"Are you the legendary Senior Aizawa? I'm Minami Ueno, a junior in two. They're making me come back to the seniors on my own..."
Towards the truth, Uemami greets him. True to hear and get sick of the word legendary seniors.
"That was frown spit, and I wasn't even defective."
"It is."
Upper Mi wonders if it is a pattern where she hears the true words and, a little like herself, if she was fighting, the rumors walked alone.
"Why is that junior here?
"Me, I want Mr. Angelina back"
Looking straight at the truth, Uemami said. I know from an e-mail from Junko that Angelina was exposed.
"When I was held hostage before, Mr. Angelina helped me. So now I have to help. I can't figure it out, but I can't figure it out, so if you don't mind seniors, help me out!
Asking with a temperamental voice, Uemmi bowed her head deeply.
"True."
"I know."
Sousuke speaks to me, and Truth snorts.
"Juniors, did you appeal to me to move?
"Yes. Senior Yunzuka told me. Senior Aizawa said he takes good care of his juniors and will definitely help him when he's in trouble."
"He..."
Makes me laugh Upper Beauty, Truth is, the next time I see you shaking, I decided to preach to your body plenty.
"Alright, Midori will go too. If True Brother will go anyway, your ancestors will go too."
"You?"
I look at Midori, who is famous, with his frigid eyes. The familiar Midori thing when I did it against Viper has always been something I don't like.
"Hey, Viper, nice to have you and your son educated. This guy is totally underestimated."
"Are you going to keep saying that?
Every once in a while, my son. Midori told me how, and Viper sighed small and sighed into the coffee cup.
When Angelina woke up, she was sleeping on straw in a dim building.
The walls and columns are made of wood over time, with little room separation. There are no floors, the soil is peeled out, but straw is laid everywhere. In the corners of the walls were rolled twigs, twigs and buckets. Apparently the barn of the farmer, Angelina understands.
And Angelina looked at those nearby. I was about to speak up, and I rushed to push my voice to death.
There are two of them. No, should I say alone with the hell... The giant man squatting right next to Angelina, no matter how he sees it, is invisible to man.
The hell was a beast man in a nutshell. The height is clearly over two meters. There is also a width. Long, soft looking hairs of white and grey grow all over his body, and his face is covered with hair. Just look at the face, it's the dog's face. But the hair grows as if it were hair, and my eyes are completely covered. It looks like you have a long mustache around your mouth as well. It's a dog breed called Via Dead Collie, but Angelina didn't know it.
The other was a boy with dark skin all over his body. I'm not sure how old I am, but I think I'm only a teenager because of my figure and face. Black or different, totally pitch black skin. You'll almost never know if you put it in the dark. Her hair is also black. The eyes are also black, but there is a white part of the eyeball for once. I don't wear any clothes.
The barn door opens, Angelina and the black boy react, but the hairy giant doesn't move. Looks like she's asleep.
"Winds get stronger over the weekend"
An old woman who looks familiar speaks of a tall woman who doesn't look like an old woman.
"That's like my trump card at the moment."
Referring to the dog man, Yayoko - Arlaune said.
"Junko Suzuoka, Rei Shizuno, Grass Dew Milk, Sword Misaki, when this area tried to fight me directly, I am adjusting it with the intention of using it. And Junko and I got tired."
I suppose it's the names of those who are considered equal to Junko Suzuoka, as opposed to Junko Suzuoka. Angelina feels something bottomless about this old woman who assumes she can fight them.
"The black one lacks power, but will be able to do as much as support. Or an exposed payment. They were experimentally made together. I went to see if I could transcribe more than one of Arlaune's abilities besides mine. It's not the same as a regular copy. This one, by the way, is a mixture of two species of organisms. With humans and dogs. That's what he wanted as a host."
Arlaune approaches Angelina as she says.
"Well, then, let me examine your body"
"Jap......"
Understanding that rejection and resistance would be pointless, Angelina exhaled as she gave up.