The mercenaries went off again.
Many will be splintered and the eleventh chairman of the Mercenary School will be assembled when he enters work again. At that time, members other than the eleventh chairman's team are replaced by alternates.
True and Johnny accompanied the eleventh presidential squad of the Mercenary School to France. It's been a long time since I've seen my face in a mercenary school, so it's become a trend to visit some place.
It's labeled a school, but it's a military training facility. I can't see anything unusual. There's a shooting range, there's a ground, and there's an athletic appliance lined up.
"Gentlemen, these are the eleventh term chairmen. I hate to admit it, but I'm proud of my school."
When the instructor calls the students to the ground to align them, he introduces the eleventh term chair squad side-by-side. True and Johnny look at it from a little further away.
The eleventh term chair squad seemed to be legendary among the students of the mercenary school, obviously on purpose.
"Hit them if they have any questions. Because you brought me back to my alma mater. If anyone wants to challenge them, you can."
"I'm coming."
In response to the instructor's words, the bearded big man, who seemed confident in his arm, immediately raised his hand and named him.
"No, she's super fond. Let me deal with her."
Unfortunately for the big guy with the mustache, Andrew came up with a name.
Two people facing each other in a battlefield position.
Tens of seconds later...
"Hey, you cunt, get away from me. There's already a battle."
The two instructors desperately try to pull off Andrew, who keeps cheeks on his face, as he presses and tightens the bearded big man on his back, but Andrew doesn't try to leave.
"Eh, don't like it. This child is destiny to me. It's called body hair, good body odor and good muscle tone, it's my ideal. I quit being a mercenary anymore. I'm not with this kid - I'm holding him like this till he dies."
Andrew didn't waste time trying to leave, but a third instructor came and finally fell apart.
"Who else wants to try?
The instructor asks the students how they react, but naturally no one named them.
Then there were brief talks and such, but it was all done by Simon.
"Well, they told me to never talk about my new home."
"I think so too."
Johnny and Truth whisper as Simon continues to talk calmly as he watches far-flung.
"Are you acting with them?" I heard there were many such mercenaries, but I've never seen them take them this far. Especially since you're still young. "
One of the instructors talks to True and Johnny.
"Maybe I'm not even talking about this guy's set. Hey, this guy's got a special eye for them."
Johnny said with a thumb up to the truth.
"I really need to be strong... So what I was advised to do was mercenarize with Simon and the others."
True to convey concisely.
"Heh... Then I should have let you into my school. It's hard to work out with them all of a sudden."
With a nostalgic face, the instructor says looking out at Simon and the newcomers.
"I'm the one in charge of those guys. Though grades are good, you're not a real problem kid. Especially since my new home was terrible. He did everything from next to next, not even a headache. Something happened with the students at the cadet school when they started fighting... Well, that's why I felt so big."
Johnny couldn't stop laughing when he heard from the instructor's mouth that his new home was "especially terrible". It really convinces me deeply.
Eventually the students dissolve and the five new residents turn to those with instructors and true and Johnny.
"Mm-hmm. Are you blowing our bad mouth at True and Johnny?"
"They're... or they're new."
"I didn't say anything bad. I'm only saying the way it is."
The new home and Charles said, but the instructor denied it.
"But... have we lost one? Besides, it depends on him..."
"Hmm...... oh yeah"
"Hey, don't talk about him..."
In the words of the instructor, the new home becomes an ambiguous expression. Simon, Lei and Charles also had lonely faces. Andrew had his face covered.
(You have company similar to Johnny and Simon used to say that. Is that your dead buddy...)
I haven't heard him die clearly, but from the faculty dialogue and everyone's reactions, I truly guessed that was the case.
That night, the new house and Simons were drinking at the hotel bar with the mercenary school instructor.
True and Johnny were in the same tavern, but we were distancing ourselves from them, who were blooming in memorabilia, and the two of us sat in the counter and drank.
The truth was I was concerned about their expression during the day. I've never seen them look like that. Even that new home, a euphemism of bystanders and arrogant shores, had a sinking face. That look on their faces is burning in their true brains.
Losing a comrade who has fought with us for years - I truly think that losing one's companion is something that will leave a greater wound in your heart than you can imagine.
True, two childhood tamers were killed, as was their mother. The heartbreak is still vivid.
But it seems vague to me that losing a companion who lived and died together is a greater grief than losing a flesh parent.
Right now, it's always natural to have Johnny on the side, and it feels that way, as if he's part of me. It's a terrible story, but thanks to Johnny, the pit of grief has been filled for losing her mother and her childhood tamers.
When I saw Johnny lying next to me, I opened two bottles of whiskey and was stuck at the table. Obviously I drink too much.
I don't really think I was too late to notice.
"Unlike usual, if you think it's quiet... what's wrong with you"
True speaks to Johnny.
"My dad died in a car accident... I just got a call..."
Johnny said in a voice that was going to disappear.
"Right. Your grief."
"Everybody dies before me. It disappears from my side. Shit."
Johnny turned to the truth as he said it.
"True, you're not going to die. If he dies, I'll kill him."
"I won't die. I don't need to worry."
True to say it quietly and forcefully.
Immediately after that, Johnny's body leans heavily and falls off the chair.
He said, "You should take him upstairs now."
Simon calls from afar.
"Fine, I'll take him."
"Are you okay?"
True, Simon was grinning bitterly at Johnny's shoulder, which has a height difference of more than 30 centimeters.
(I mean, why are they still in the same room this time...)
I think it's true as I take you to your room.
(Even now. But even though they always make it into a room with this guy...)
Given the mercenary's cold nostalgia, expenses are mostly floating in rooms such as hotels, but this time the mercenary school should have paid for accommodation and food, but they still make it into a room. I'm not a graduate of mercenary school, but I can't complain because I'm in a position to keep it in spill.
"Light...... turn it off"
Where I laid him in bed, Johnny demanded as he put his hand on his face.
Though the truth turned off the light and the room darkened. As my eyes grew accustomed, I felt dazzling lights coming out of the window.
"Keep it up"
I realize the curtain was left open, true I tried to make it, but Johnny demands it.
"Don't tell me that."
"I like this much brightness, I... So did Noah..."
Johnny got the name in his mouth as he blurred to see the true face lit by the moonlight.
"Looking at you reminds me of Noah. I wonder why... it doesn't look anything like true, but it overlaps true for some reason."
"Are you a dead friend? Or is it family?
"It's a dead duck. My fate has changed a lot since he died."
Removing his face from the true one, he looked up at the ceiling, and Johnny smiled small.
"Dachi was dead... then there was like a hole in his chest, but I feel like he's buried it. Ever since I started playing with you on the battlefield."
Listening to Johnny, Truth strikes me like I've been eagled in the heart.
"Oh... did I say something strange? It's drunken bullshit. Forget it. I don't know if you remember..."
"I'm the same."
I felt like it wasn't fair to remain silent and decided to really talk.
"Ah?"
"I told you before. Not long before he became a mercenary, he was killed by two childhood tamers and his mother. There seemed to be a big hole in my heart, but while I started my current life and was hanging out with you, I wasn't aware of that hole."
"Well, make the right story for me, okay?
"You think I'm that guy?
"No..."
Truly questioned the other way around, Johnny waved for the first time.
"Ha ha, are you saying that those who resemble each other were led to destiny? When I first met you, I was terribly impressed."
Johnny laughs funny.
"John Rudd"
Pompous and Johnny squeak.
"That's my real name. What about you?"
"I'll stay put. Makoto Aizawa"
"Was your first name Aizawa? Last name's easy to call."
"The Japanese have their last name coming first. Your first name is true."
"Oh, speaking of which, you did. Good job, buddy."
The truth made me happy to hear the word Buddy. That's a lot of nuanced language. It means Mabdaci, it refers to fellow citizens with a common purpose, or it is ironic. Sometimes on the battlefield we refer to small teams that act together. Though a strong slang word, the word that came out of Johnny's mouth was received as the finest word of dearness.
Johnny slipped away because the truth was smiling.
"Oh man, I just laughed!? You laughed!
"Huh...?
He pointed out that he was laughing unconsciously, and I'm truly surprised.
"Sometimes... it seems I get emotions"
"Oh well. Let me worship something rare. If we're dating again... if we're lucky, can we see it?
"I don't know..."
That broke the conversation. Make sure Johnny's asleep and really dives into his own bed.
This was the first and last time Johnny saw a true smile.