"This is the last unfavourable one?
Junko asks Tsugumi. The four combatants of True, Upper Beauty, Shaking, and Ten Nights stand guarded.
"Yeah. It's called Beechjoo."
"The original Archetype's original story is ego."
When Tsugumi answered, Red Tsugumi - Hachijo supplemented.
Despite being the same face as a tsugmi, its expression and atmosphere are as if they were different from a tsugmi. It's not like Shadow either. An overwhelming look. A deep, quiet look. Aura who is not the only one to be released from his whole body.
"My name is Hachijo. At one point, he was born when Tsugumi saw himself subjectively. The Projection of My Vision I Draw"
Beechjoo introduces himself faceless and pale.
"It feels like you and Senior Aizawa are going through each other."
"No, no, because seniors are cool on the outside, but the contents are hot guys"
Say whatever you want.
Upper beauty, shaking and true talk with their gaze on the honeysuckle.
"My face is the same as the cliff room. But you're completely different. And yet you're the one who draws the cliffroom?
The constitutional succession says suspiciously. Akie and Yasuko have the same impression. This red twig doesn't even look like a real twig. You just look like a bad fake.
"It's another me that's at odds with me."
Tsugumi says. To that dialogue, Akie and Yasuko and the constitutional succession remember Dejav.
(When I showed the painting of the red self-portrait, Tsugumi, he had a similar dialogue in his mouth)
Yasuko remembered.
"Being a distorted self-projection, I should have been created by a twig like no other. And Tsugumi, you decided you didn't have me? Just like Shadow."
With a chilling, contemptuous voice rather than blame, Hachijo asks Tsugumi.
Hold your own chest, the look on your face distorts. Obviously, I can see from the surroundings how you feel responsible for yourself.
"So, honey, is it the same purpose as your demon uncles?
"I'm the one who wants it. Other original Archetypes are like born to make my wish come true."
Hachijo answers Junko's question with a nasty mouthful.
"I am - a lump of feelings that keep you wanting the world you wanted. You turned away from the world, immersed yourself in a fantasy, and wanted to make that fantasy a reality. But I don't want it now. But there do exist in the past the 'Tugumi I wanted'. That's me. The real me is me. I don't want the world to be filled with my fantasy, Tugumi - you're the fake."
Staring at the tsugumi, Hachijo says. Tsugumi looks unusual and grumpy in return for his honeysuckle.
"My feelings, I didn't throw them all away. I didn't even give it all to Hachijo, so that's incorrect. I'm still at the photocopying stage. Hachijo was born early."
"Difference between cutting and pasting and copping?"
Ten nights shrugged when I heard Tugumi say it. Hachijo himself insists that he is the former and Tsugumi the latter.
"Looks like another customer."
Said Junko, who felt signs of space distortion.
Shortly afterwards, a cleavage enters the space behind the Beechjoo and the familiar demon uncle appears.
"The actors are aligned... No, you should say the actors are out, Carr"
Uncle of the devil turns around wearing a silk hat and laughs creepy.
"You guys who are going to stand up to us, and you're all set and you can't do anything, you've finally come this far. Is Junko Suzuoka aware of the current situation, Na?
And it came to pass, when the uncle of the devil lay his hands, that three plumages appeared before the razor's palm. Each was a stuffed animal of an all-black girl, a spouse stuffed animal with two heads, and a puppy stuffed animal with angel rings and wings.
"You guys try it. Yo. It's already possible here, Lou. Was it our purpose to do this, Ra?"
"It means we're all going to be just like the twigs."
After the devil's uncle's dialogue, Hachijo supplements.
"Tsugumi said I was incomplete, and your kid said I was a copy-and-paste, not a cut-and-paste. Maybe so for a second. But this is how I am here. What I have embodied, which is not supposed to appear, is evidence that this school is no longer in the material world. Here it is easier to make the impossible possible"
Together with being briefed by Beechjoo and remembering the purpose of the devil's uncle.
Having the same power as a tugmire. that it will be possible for everyone to realise their image in the same way as the tsugumi. If the Uncle of the Devil and Hachijo are right, that means it is possible as soon as possible.
"Hmm. Apparently, this is close to the spiritual world."
said Junko, who sat down on the bed. Turn to Junko, who spoke, and we'll all be a little bit. On both sides of Junko, the truth that had begotten cat ears from his head, and the tiredness that had begotten dog ears, both wore collars half-naked and rested on Junko.
"This is how I can materialize my image. Maybe we can all do it."
"Nice hobby, Nah."
Just turn it off.
The devil's uncle laughed at Junko, who told him with a grumpy face, and the truth uncommonly exposed his anger.
"Huh? I don't like it because I let it out."
Junko grins slightly, stroking her cat ears half-naked true cheek with her hands.
"If that's what you want, I have an idea."
Remember that truth closes your eyes, revives your memory, and appears in front of you.
"Whoa, whoa! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Turn it off, turn it off!
At his true feet, Junko the Soup Pong rarely exclaimed and pleaded when he saw Junko appear with his chest and only the area concealed by hand and sleeping on his back.
I made sure the cat ears truly disappeared and the truly naked Junko disappeared. Together, they round their eyes or keep their mouths open.
"I honestly regretted doing it myself"
Truth squeaks as you self-loathe.
"It was the easiest thing to imagine."
"Hmmm... we're close enough to imagine. Sarasu..."
"No, no, no."
Hearing the true words, Uemami chills with her jitsu eyes, Junko blushes and denies.
"Ho, are you sure you can do that? All right, then I'll..."
Shaking is remembered. I could easily imagine what I was trying to get out of there at ten nights.
Before shaking, the same black-crushed outfit appears.
"Yikes! My business is done!
Shouting along with the full gutspaws, the shake hugged the vigeon.
"Everybody try."
"Yeah Dar, try it Yo"
Junko and the devil's uncle urge me to try the other facets to vibrate the image.
"So far we've all had erotic purposes... erotic entanglements..."
Ten nights of pounding and squeaking.
"Oh, I got it."
Akei cheers. A honeysuckle patterned kitten appears at his feet and rubs against his feet.
"I can't..."
"Neither can I."
"It doesn't look like anyone can do it"
Constitutional succession, Shangmi and ten nights say. Yasuko also shakes her neck to the side.
"Have you broken up with someone who can and can't? Sounds like people make a difference."
and Junko.
"If what the devil's old man said is right, if more people can get it out in their students, they can get it out too, right?
"The devil's old man says so, Nah. Uncle of the Devil and Hoobei. Just change the way you say it, it's like a different impression, Zoe."
To the shaking words, the demon uncle protested with an unpleasant face.
"Well, there seems to be a personal difference, but the kid's right, it's a problem due to the erosion of the image, Nah. If you look at how everyone can do it, it's easy to imagine that you're going to be able to do it too."
The words of the devil's uncle were interrupted along the way.
"Oh."
The door of the infirmary opened, and a tiger, with a loving roar, jumped at the devil's uncle.
"See you again, Carr."
The demon's uncle tongued in response to a tiger attack.
"Tiger, wait a minute. There's still something I want to ask you."
Junko took control of the tiger, but the demon's uncle disappears into subspace. Hachijo followed suit.
"It came at a bad time."
"Guru"
He shakes me, looks faceless and drips my head off.
"Well, I guess I heard a lot of what you wanted to hear."
Junko says with the intention of following the tiger.
"Ha-ha-ha."
For some reason, the tiger is reacting to the dog-eared half-naked exhaustion put out by Junko. Dog ears half-naked, face close and sound uncut over and over again.
"What's wrong with you? Don't you like the materialization of the image? But I'm not going to Mimizman."
"If you're tired, turn it off."
True speaks to Junko wondering how the tiger reacts.
"Hauuuuuu..."
When Junko erased the false tiredness, the tiger somehow turned into a soggy face again.
"So, what are we going to do?
Uemami speaks up.
"Let's go see what's happening on campus first. The Tugmixes should stay here and have Junko protect them. They could be after Tugumi."
"Tugmix. Copy that."
The shake determines. Tsugumi likes the call, and he has a happy voice.
Ueme, shaking, ten nights, the tiger left the infirmary, but the truth was he didn't try to leave right away.
"You're a tough guy to make this time. We're putting out our own conspiracy, and we're not giving this one a chance to get involved. If you say you're good, you're good."
True speaks to Junko.
"You're smart, Bookworm."
It was Tsugumi who answered.
"Besides, I guess it's because their very purpose was an easy substitute to hide and advance. But you wanted it to go away, and then you called me."
Junko was remembering the theory of shaking that the psyche of a villain who talks about purpose perplexed is in loneliness.