Midori falls backwards with Junko.
Despite Sister's slaughter, Midori was feeling like her body had been slashed.
"Midori got cut off."
Junko is laughing bitterly next to Midori.
"What did they slaughter?"
"So it's a future amputation. They literally cut off the future. You'll see soon enough."
Junko says, releasing a red beam from the artificial demon's eye with a sister in his face.
When Sister plays the beam with a knife, he puts a hole through the subspace and leads the played beam into that hole.
The door of the subspace opens from behind and below, alerting the beam to release, and at the same time Midori is a pure child flying off the spot.
"Ahhh!
The space ahead where Midori flew distorted, the door of the space opened, and the beam released from inside pierced his left thigh. Midori screams, pressing her left leg to convulse.
"Wow... did you predict behavior now? Still, you mean too good a hit... no, maybe this is it?
Too precise a hit, a future amputation behind Midori's brain. It depends on what this is about.
"Yeah. I think that's the effect of future amputation. When Sister finally cuts me a future, at Sister's will, I'm free to rewrite the future that was supposed to happen, or the action that was supposed to succeed will fail at Sister's discretion, or there's a future of good possibilities anyway.
I was crushed. "
Junko in the middle of the narrative. Sister slashes into space transfer.
"I was in the middle of talking to you... and now I'm hung up too."
The knife itself was avoided, but Junko realizes that he was cut off by his destiny. Future cutting blades are undoubtedly more likely to occur than Sister's white-pattern knife, but they are an invisible substitute that reaches wider than the actual blade.
"Hmm... is there something about that ability that sucks?"
"Shit. Yo. There seem to be a lot of conditions, though. More on me too..."
While I was talking, Sister attacked me again with a knife. Only the tip of the knife transfers right in front of Junko's face. Now it's poking.
"Ouch."
Though the thrust rolled out to his throat, Junko accidentally screamed small, remembering the painful pain of burning to his glutes.
"Did you forget -? Junko had a curse about 500 years ago."
Sister said as she put the cuts back and put them back together.
"It was a curse that hurt my butt. Hey. I totally forgot... it hasn't been activated since then. Come on. Could this curse be activated - because I lost my curse, because I couldn't resist the curse, and the effect of future amputation was expressed?
"Well, what do you think -?
Ask Junko, Sister smiles.
(I wonder if it is correct or incorrect. As I do not fully grasp Sister's abilities…)
At the same time, I am wary that the curse will appear again and that a painful impact will run on my buttocks, and that my future will be badly anointed by the effects of fate manipulation. Junko realized that he was like being in Sister's palm right now.
"Midori, Sister's destiny manipulation is limited to one at a time, isn't it? It's likely on me now. But maybe it's activated now."
Junko spoke to Midori, staring at Sister.
"I bet the effect of future amputation is still on me. So Midori, attack me, please. Because this is a technique that you can't solve once it's activated."
Junko doesn't know the specific effects of Sister's future amputation, but he knew a few conditions when activating it. Without Sister's knowledge of Junko, it was also possible that he was improving his technique and breaking through that condition, but if that's not possible either, Junko bets. No, I'll just have to bet if the terms of the procedure haven't changed. Otherwise, I won't be able to do anything.
If there are many parts of the enemy's power that are unknown, it is Junko's idea that it is sometimes better to go out and act quickly in a beating rather than to act with great care considering all possibilities. And now was the time, I had an instinct.
"Okey, pure sister"
Midori pays the sword on the spot. Likewise, only the part of the blade is transferred and swung from behind the sister. Partial transfer of weapons is what Midori specializes in.
Sister jumped forward and dodged in response to the signs, but soon the part of the blade of the sword pulled in, and now a stone bump jumped up from the bottom, which again partially metastasizes and strikes from under Sister's jaw.
"Agu."
The stone bump blurs his jaw and Sister groans in pain. I was also afraid of a series of partially transferred attacks, in addition to which an unknown weapon called a sword is the opponent. Sister learned after eating the attack that he had to be alert not only to swing the blade, but also to the stone clash, the part opposite the blade.
More swords are wielded.
Sister slashes him with a knife toward the blade of the sword he's been transferring.
Midori's sword is a wooden knife, not serious. Sister cut off the equivalent of the blade of the sword, but it didn't work out so well. The wooden knife was fairly sturdy to the extent of slight slices. Moreover, Midori also spotted Sister's prospects and even subtly missed the track without meeting the sword properly.
"Ababa, let, hey"
Midori laughs, making the demons expensive. Observe the use of extraordinary forces other than metastases, and Sister is alert.
"Divine Eclipse."
At that time, Junko, who had declared to leave the attack to Midori, attacked the roots of his tongue without drying.
It was Sister's unknown ability. The pure child's body turns from the inside out, and the muscle fibers, bones, blood vessels, and guts grow rapidly, making the corridor of building B, which was originally a wall or ceiling of meat, even more shaped to be covered with the pure child's gut. Then to the hallway walls, the floor and the ceiling telling, we head towards Sister.
"Mizuko Mizuko."
The technique of Midori is completed, and a few translucent spirits, as vastly spread as vinyl, unfold ahead of Midori.
Sister waves her hands wide. Then from the cuffs of the monk's clothes. A large number of small things jumped out and flew in.
"Fluffy, hot...... bat? No, a locust."
With the hot air, a number of locusts fly enough to cover the hallway, lightly breaking through the translucent spirit, landing one after the other on the growing thorax of the pureblood, scratching the thorax of the pureblood.
Although the growing momentum of the pure son is slightly higher than the momentum of the locust eating the pure son's body, the rate of progression of the pure son's divine erosion becomes visibly dull.
"Heh heh... what the hell..."
On the other hand, there was also a change in Midori's body. She also has a high fever after she gets dizzy. Similar to the symptoms of a serious cold.
(The effect of the hot air earlier ~... I didn't expect you to imitate this at the same time as calling a swarm of locusts)
Midori discerns the identity of Sister's attack.
Sister tried to wield a sword after being exposed to a hot air that caused the fever and slowed the movement.
But there's something wrong with my body movement. I can't move as bluntly and shake as I want, as if something is tangled and caught.
When I saw it, the vinyl spirits Midori invoked were united, covering the Sister's sword many times.
"Aboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutaboutabusive You have to check it out."
Immediately Midori, diseased, laughs and waves a sword.
The metastasized stone processes jump from the lower part of the Sister again. Sister dodged somewhere else, but I already know this isn't the end of it.
Midori took a step forward, using the centrifugal force, the blade of the sword was also wielded, and he transferred and struck hard at the shoulder mouth of the Sister. The feeling of a broken shoulder bone is transmitted to Midori's hand.
Midori decides that he will have the ability to regenerate anyway and that it is not a great deal of damage, but moves on to the art of pursuit, having given him a spiritual advantage.
"Black beeswax"
Other witchcraft knitted by Midori is exercised. Something like Coltar falls zero from Midori's long dark hair onto the floor, planarizing and shadowing, making it slip down the floor and approaching Sister.
It was then that I wondered if the shadow of black beeswax could shake on Sister's leg. In Midori's eyes, it looked as if the buttocks part of Sister's clothes had exploded and bounced off.
The shadow of black beeswax stopped the movement. From Sister's plump glutes, a thick tail grows and its tip pierces the shadow of black beeswax. If you touch it, it's supposed to wax black, but the tail isn't working out. On the contrary, the shadows disappear better.
Growing from Sister's glutes was the tail of the sasori.
"Something... a sasori tail from Sister's clothes is kind of that... yeah. It's impactful. And he's got a pong knife."
"I think so myself."
When Midori hears his thoughts and laughs in the light, he also explodes the clothes on Sister's back, producing four wings, presumably those of a bird.
Sister flickers four wings and blows an even more intense hot air. Midori has managed to concentrate his consciousness and resist "Resist," but the rate of progress of the pure son, which became a mass of organs and meat, stopped in a state that came from a single side locust.
"I mean, Jun Sister, I'm glad you didn't use divine erosion in that position, right? Otherwise, what if we metastasized and attacked?
Midori speaks the question.
"I used it a little further, so I could distribute Sister's attack. By the way, Sister, have you activated the power of future amputation yet? Stick to me?
Junko answers Midori, asks Sister, but Sister answers nothing.
"Then another question. Until Sister gets out of the way and kills one of us, this facility has to be destroyed. Is it worth it? That's it, Hot Jiro. Do you want to kill you? I didn't do anything worse than get killed, and I don't think there's any risk of that."
"Mmmm..."
Upon that inquiry of Junko, Sister's mask as a cold-blooded combatant peels off his face and openly gives him the look of confusion.
"I'll protect you, Jiro Hot, and I'll keep an eye on you so the Sisters don't go in any direction they don't want. I was wondering if you could spare my face."
"No, no, no... pure sister. If that's what you're saying now, why did you fight halfway? I should have told you first. Besides, if you don't twist the concept of this facility, you can't miss Yob's reward. And... where's my sister's face now!?
It was loaded with a lot of penetration, so Midori sticks from one end to the other for now.
"No, I was wondering if I could play with Sister once in a while. Midori's here because of you."
Junko answered, remaining overflowing meat and organ condition.
When Midori sees his wars disappear from Sister, Midori unravels.
"Phew...... If I hear that story, I can't cut the future anymore. I'll disarm you now."
"What do you mean?
Junko, who listens to Sister and is surprised.
"I'm going to fall apart - because, as Junko put it, future-cutting is a ability with a lot of loud constraints. It is only natural that one of the constraints is that the fate of the other person is not greatly related to the subject's conduct. For example, the act of trying to save someone's life depends on the fate of that person, so it cannot be prevented by a future amputation."
"I see."
While Sister was talking, Junko converged his own body spread all over the hallway to undo it. The body part of the skin and face was folded up well so that it could be restored to normal in each piece of clothing by turning it upside down in the pummeled contents.
"Are you not willing to do this anymore?
Midori confirms to Sister, who lost his will.
"Yes, it is resistant to force Junko to kill someone he wants to help that much. Future amputation It's not just like this, I believe in Junko. If you betray my expectations and trust because I believe you, I won't accept it. About a hundred years is a butterfly pencil."
"Okay. Yikes. I promise. I don't like butterflies anymore."
To the smiling Sister, Junko smiles back like a prank, too.
"Wait a minute, Sister. Let me take a photo of your current grossly cute Sister."
"Oh, I took Midori too."
Before Sister tries to pull her tail and wings in, Junko hurries to speak and Midori also hitches a ride.
"Yes, go ahead -"
Even though Sister didn't particularly dislike it and on the contrary wasn't demanding it, she decided to pose with a Japanese sword in one hand and responded to the shooting.