Rebuild World

Akira returning from the ruins is making her way through Slam Street. The backpack you carry is packed with more artifacts than usual. If you look at someone with a good eye, you will see that he is a hunter who has returned from the swelling to earn quite a bit of harvest in the ruins.

The security of the subdivisions of the city is basically good enough to be close to the barrier, and bad enough to be close to the wilderness. The security of Slam Street, especially on the border with the wilderness, is very poor.

Hunters who want to avoid trouble make a slight detour into the lower compartment without passing through Slam Street. Because there are a certain number of fools whose eyes are dazzled by the value of the relic. Some of the bodies rolling innumerably into Slam Street were the end of that fool, showing the residents, with concrete examples, the difference between those fighting monsters in the wilderness and those not.

Akira was passing through Slam Street without worrying. It's quicker to get through Slam Street to the shopping mall, because sometimes I grew up in Slam Street and I'm used to its insecurity, and I've been there many times since I became a hunter, but nothing happened.

But things were different this time. Alpha urges Akira to be vigilant.

"Akira, they're surrounded."

Akira stops and checks the perimeter. But it didn't look like it was surrounded. There are a little more people around than usual. To that extent. But there is no doubt about Alpha's ability to fight back.

'... you think you can win?

Even if the siege is true, there are many possible causes and purposes for it. Just give it a light cause. A little threat. Someone else in the vicinity was the target's siege, just caught up in it. But Akira had already decided that her raid was an end, and she was advancing her thinking, which presupposed an aggressive response.

I listen back, recalling what Alpha said and did at the ruins of Akira's Kuzsuhara Street, the judgment criteria and behavioral principles that killed all the men without hesitation when he helped Elena and the others.

"Are you going to fight? How far are you gonna go this time?

'If you're not going to win, run away. From there, it's up to them. "

If we don't set the numbers around and threaten them, and still succumb to them, we raise them up hard if they don't fit the bill. Then Akira was good with that too. However, there was no intention to give the other party an artifact, even if it was in small quantities, during the negotiations.

I'm already a hunter. Like before, I didn't want any more imitations (well) to be missed that would throw away the money I desperately collected, give it away, and escape into that gap, like a common slum city child.

So beyond that, the need to kill them all depends on them. If that's possible for you, then Akira had already made up her mind.

Alpha comes up with the idea. Even though Akira killed all those who had not attacked herself before, she shows that there is room for negotiation for those who attack her this time. While judging it inexplicable, it decides that there is no problem with the odds of winning.

'I won't stop if that's what Akira thinks. But when I decide I'm in danger, follow the instructions.'

'I know. I don't want to die either. "

The siege is completed while Akira stands guarded. Escapes such as sidewalks behind and nearby are also blocked by residents of Slam Street.

And three men appear in front of Akira from within the siege. The men looked different from the others. It is slightly dirty and damaged but wears protective clothing, and the guns you have are also for vs. monsters, not pistols etc. These are the so-called "hunter breakdowns."

Akira soon found out that the men were the leaders of those around her. In order to show that there is no fright even when surrounded, I speak plainly with perseverance.

"Sorry, but I'm not wealthy enough to pay the toll. Can you hit the margin?

The men are scratching. And a man named Sibea at its center shakes his neck lightly to the side.

"Don't throw up lies. You carry plenty on your back, don't you? I don't know where you brought it from, but wouldn't there be more if we went there?

Akira gets more alert, and that's what comes out of her expression. Sibea looked even happier when she saw it as expected.

It wasn't half a coincidence that Sibea targeted Akira. I've been netting my prey for a long time.

There are countless inmates in Slam Street. Few of them use the so-called (so-called) hunter collapse as their boss. I don't have enough strength to make money in the wilderness, but I have enough arms and equipment to violently widen it in Slam Street. They gather their men together, or (some) are festived, to form a group.

Sibea was one of its kind, leading a powerful prison party to the point of having a base there in Slam Street, though not so massive. And Akira got caught in the net he was putting on his men.

Cibea laughs at the contents of her prey and the contents of Akira's rucksack.

"You must be from Slam Street, too, right? Then we have to help each other. You see, I have a good number of inmates. It's hard to live."

Sibea gazed and told Akira that the people around her were under her command, threatening that there would be no escape in the dark.

"'Cause it's okay. All you have to do is tell me all the money, all the possessions, and what you know. He said he wouldn't take his life."

A man next door to Sibea sets up a gun to Akira. The opponents are understated and have no escape, and they are outnumbered and outnumbered. The room was in the grin. Only Sibea was slightly wary when she realized that Akira's expression did not have a frightening color.

Akira puts a slightly harsh look on Sibea and the others.

"... would you kill me if I told you I didn't want to? If you kill me, you're not gonna get the information, are you?

"That's up to you. I just need you to be honest with me before you die."

I have no intention of caring for Akira's life to the Sibears. Akira figured that out.

Akira exhales heavily and gently drools. Sibea and the others were caught off guard because they thought they had noticed.

When Akira gives Shibea and the others a slightly feeble look, she decides to be ready behind it.

"... I get it. I don't want to die either."

Shibea's consciousness loosens even further in Akira's words. He unconsciously releases his finger from the gun trigger and lowers the muzzle.

"Alpha"

"Anytime."

That short thought confirmed the end of Sibea and the others.

Akira suddenly turns to the side. Sibea and the others get caught in the motion and take their gaze off Akira. At the next moment, Akira aimed an AAH assault gun at the Sibears without even checking to see if the target had been caught, shooting indiscriminately at the bush (Roku). At the same time, he made every effort to get to where Alpha had instructed him.

Those unluckily bombed scream. Those who were caught off guard and lowered their guns rush to fight back. But the reaction has been delayed by surprise. Because of the placement surrounding Akira, there is a companion at the end of the ray, and he hesitates to fire (chuckles) for fear of accidental shooting at the companion, and only further delays after a good attempt to target him.

Some tried to shoot Akira reflexively. But that doesn't hit Akira either. Alpha had calculated in advance the direction and location of travel with the lowest risk of being hit from enemy positions, etc., and had guided Akira's movements accordingly. That calculation was correct, and the few bullets Akira was shot out of the scene did not allow, for example, the landing of a bullet in Akira.

Akira jumps into the side streets of the alley as directed. The men who were blocking it were also drastically delaying their reactions in alarm at the sudden events. Shock the gap and shoot the men at close range. There is no way to prevent bullets for monsters with only (just) clothes that are not protective clothing. All the bullets penetrated the men's bodies lightly.

The sight of a body sinking into a blood pond can be created in an instant in an alley. Akira didn't stop worrying about the tragic scene and ran through without a glance (or even a glance) at those she had killed.

There were angers and screams flying around. Many of the Sibears thought it was enough to threaten their children, and they never thought it would be a shootout. Those brought in as a combination for intimidation were beginning to escape, remembering the fear of death.

The three Cibears were only slightly injured thanks to the protective clothing they were wearing. I've been hit a little, but I'm not in the way of a fight. But the pain of the bullet is considerable, and there is anguish on its face. Sibea turns that pain into anger and screams.

"Son of a bitch! You guys keep going after the kid! I'm gonna go around the back! You guys! Don't look at me. Follow the kid around!

Two people on the side of Sibea (by the side) immediately follow Akira as instructed. But the others were frightened and stopped.

Sibea hits me in the tongue saying she's irritated. And point the gun at those who don't want to move.

"Go away!

And Shibeah saw the rest of them begin to move in haste, and he struck his tongue again. And I followed Akira from another alley.

Akira stops a little further around the corner of the alley and puts a gun toward the original road. The corners are a shield, so I can't see beyond.

But Akira had a precise view of the impending enemy from beyond the wall. Alpha is extending the results to Akira's vision. It was easy to identify the enemy's position and even added a red edge to its appearance.

A flavor of Sibea was rushed until Sibea rushed him to chase him and poked him with a gun. In addition, the person who escaped thought he was still desperately trying to leave. Because of this, Akira, who waited very quietly for the enemy to disappear, jumped out without checking the corner of the aisle.

Akira was not hesitant to put a bullet in those who jumped out of their defenses. One after the other, the first ones fall in the face and defile the passage with their own flesh. Those who were a little behind the head raised their painful voices with the pain of the bullet, and those who followed screamed.

"Alpha. How many more?

"The people I was surrounding are starting to run away a little bit, so kill the leader and his surroundings and you're done. So at least three more. Hide over there. '

Akira hides herself by the alley. After a short wait, after the enemy's survival fires a restrained projectile from the corner of the aisle, he carefully looks ahead.

Thanks to Alpha's precise instructions on where to hide, Akira had no bullets. And to the extent that I took a slight peek out of my face from the corner, I couldn't find Akira, who was long in the art of hiding from someone because of years of alley life.

Perhaps Akira is nowhere near here. The man who decides so rides himself out of the corner in large measure. In the meantime, Akira shot me between the eyebrows.

"There are two more. Replace the magazine now."

Copy that.

Hearing a resounding enemy scream, Akira settled down and replaced the magazine.

Sibea was chasing Akira from behind. For the time being, I was leaving myself to anger. But when he regains some calm over time, his expression turns into something confusing.

"... you guys! What happened to you?

I try to get in touch with the guys around me on the radio, but I don't want to connect at all. In order to deceive inner anxiety, vanity begins to mix with the irritating look on your face.

"... damn!

There were gunshots fired away, but I can't hear them either. There are two things we can deduce from this situation. I finished killing Akira and the battle was over. or vice versa.

As for Sibea, he hopes to be the former. The only reason the radio doesn't connect is because the fighter malfunctioned or was slightly injured and not there. It's well thought out.

But if it wasn't, the sight of itself ahead of the sight had already begun to float in the back of my brain.

(... what the fuck is that kid? Aren't you the only kid?

Sibea thought of Akira as just a child of luck. The rumor was that the stash of dead hunters' relics was also in the slums and nearby wilderness, as a result of a child's accidental discovery.

Then even those who do not have the strength to go to the ruins can bring expensive artifacts to the shopping center. Even though a large number of hunters looked for rumours (rumors), the uninvestigated parts and other results were not found in the end.

When I brought it to the store without knowing the value of the artifact because I was an amateur, it was bought at an unexpectedly high price and spread to weird rumors (rumors). In surprise, he hid himself for a while and sent a rumor. If there were any other artifacts left in the stash, I would just get the look of the gear done with the first gold so that it wouldn't be as noisy as it was before, and I would go and sell it again when the rumors (rumors) subsided. Maybe it's time. That's what I was thinking, letting my men look for those who wanted them.

And when he saw the child he had actually found, Sibea was convinced of the correctness of his own judgment. The child looked very weak. Even I couldn't see the strong enough to survive from the ruins of my feet, from the wilderness.

But the certainty collapsed. Sibea finally stops her leg. I felt like I was going to die if I kept going, and I couldn't move on.

(... Should I run away? If the other one was able to kill the kid, if you can deceive me later even if it's appropriate......)

Cibea stays on the spot and gets lost in judgment. That was the biggest failure. Because if we had chosen promptly, whether it was engagement or flight, we would have created time to intercept if we were engaged, and if we were to escape, we would have earned time to escape. A waste of time determined Sibea's fate.

The gunfire sounds continuously. Countless bullets hit Sibea directly. Highly bulletproof performance in protective clothing prevented fatal injuries, but the impact dropped the gun and fell into the ground. More bullets strike there. Destroyed the gun he dropped and blunted his movements while falling because of injuries and painful behavior, Sibea lost her fighting ability altogether.

Akira shows up from a nearby alley and looks at her face. Because Sibea is alive, even though I should have targeted her well with the intention of killing her. Alpha smiles a little silly.

'Too much off. We need to aim a little more properly. "

"... I will continue to train you."

Akira exhales gently and walks straight to the vicinity of Sibea. Then, to ensure the stabbing, the muzzle was firmly aligned with the opponent's head.

Shibea manages to push Akira with her moving hand in a great hurry.

"... ma, wait! My loss! I'm sorry! Money would do it! I'm in pretty good shape! So wait!"

"Why did you aim at me?

"Ya, because I heard about a kid who's not even very strong, but has a lot of money! It was a mistake! You're strong! Miss me! If you miss me, I'll be your man! I'm gonna make you a stalker boss instead of me! I'm pretty good with the other inmates, too! You'd definitely get it if you kept me alive! Slam Street info and all that helps! You'll survive. Helpful! You wouldn't even like to be attacked like this again!? I'll tell you a lot of stories so you don't get attacked by other Jailers! So what!?

Akira stared at Sibea begging for her life. Alpha was observing Akira smiling.

"I get it. Even I don't want to die..."

The joy of taking off the dead place floats in the look on Sibea's face when she hears that Akira's words. But blues his face immediately.

"... I told you until? Go on. So you die."

Akira pulls the trigger. Sibea died instantly after eating a bullet fired from close range into his head.

"Alpha. What about the others?

'We all ran away. Good Luck'

Akira smiles (cheeks) and feels victory when she sees Alpha. Then he exhaled in relief (mostly), followed by a snooze (sighs) to cloud his expression.

'... I feel like I've become a hunter and only killed people. I thought hunters were more like fighting monsters.'

"I don't think there's much difference between a monster and trying to kill Akira for no great reason. If you want to fight monsters, you need to be stronger soon. With Akira's strength now, I can't recommend fighting monsters."

"I don't want to fight monsters. Even these guys will. You better fight me than you fight monsters. That's what I thought, so I attacked you. I'm like a wallet falling to the ground for these guys right now. If we don't get out of that treatment soon, this is how it's always been...... It's a hassle. '

"If you sell an artifact in a shopping mall, it will increase the contents of the wallet, so be careful."

Point Akira's disgusting expression at Alpha. Alpha was smiling without worrying.

The robber doesn't care who he is. Even those who do not hesitate to rob money with violence refrain from raiding if they decide it will be payback. At least in order to hold gold in Slam Street, we need strength not to be deprived of it.

The more gold stuck in the purse, the more gold Akira has, the stronger comes to pick up more. The bodies of those who attacked Akira and died piled up and became mountains, and compared the mountains of corpses to the gold of Akira, until they were judged unfit for the price.

Akira and the others leave the scene once and make a big detour around Slam Street to the shopping mall. Bodies scattered all over the place added to the concrete example of the end of the fool's path today.

A girl named Cheryl was on her way in an alley in Slam Street a few days after Akira was raided.

Cheryl belonged to the inmate party of Civea. But the inmate party collapsed slightly because of Shibea and the others' deaths. Much of the survival of the constituents was taken in by other inmates.

But there were also those who failed to migrate. These are the men who carried Akira's assault. Even when it comes to loading, most of them just stood as walls surrounding Akira, not that they actually attacked Akira. I'm not even in Akira's sight. Those who were able to explain so well were welcomed by other inmates.

But Cheryl couldn't do it. Cheryl was just a kid, but she looked excellent. Life in Slam Street had cast a shadow on its natural beauty, but it still retained its eye-catching appearance. The future will be even more beautiful. They thought so and, to put it better, Sibea was blinded to them, and to put it worse, they were blinded to them. At the time of the raid, it was relatively close to Civea, where it stood in a safe position.

It is up to the hunters attacked in Slam Street to retaliate against the raiders. Killed Sibea and the others and devastated their inmates as well, but nowhere can anyone guarantee that it's over. Some people think it would be life-threatening if the inhabitants of Slam Street and others licked it, and thoroughly spread the target of retaliation to retaliate for their own safety.

Cheryl was relatively close to the Shebears, both in his position at the time of the raid and in his position within the detachment party. Adding that Cheryl to their party threatens to take revenge. The other inmates who thought so refused Cheryl.

Cheryl squeaks without power.

"What are we going to do..."

It's hard for a kid to survive in Slam Street. Not impossible. However, it must be long enough.

Cheryl did not survive by herself, but rather by belonging to a group. He was good at understanding and adjusting relationships within and outside the population, as well as sense of distance and how to relate. I knew that if I failed around there, I would be raided by other groups or turned into abandoned pawns (for the benefit of the group). Akira may be called an example of that extreme failure.

Things don't get better even if we stay on the way. I know about that, but I can't think of a way to improve the situation. Cheryl was only halfway there.

Eventually the sun will fall and it will be night. In the meantime I kept thinking about it, but it didn't come up with a good idea. The rush, drowsiness and agony mix, and the thought goes crazy.

Keep thinking about what you wouldn't normally come up with, with a dull head of fatigue and sleep deprivation, even if you immediately deny it and don't think any further. I kept thinking even, thinking a little crazy, and at some point I was asleep.

The next morning, Cheryl woke up in a corner of an alley in Slam Street. Get a good night's sleep and a neat head reminds me of yesterday's thoughts. Ridiculous thoughts, thanks to the fact that I kept thinking so much until I fell asleep, were stirred up by the time I had a single plan.

(... it would be a lie if I said I couldn't help it. Not likely to succeed either. Failure will kill you the worst. Assuming I succeed, how far can I stay safe?

Cheryl was lost. If we changed the expression, last night's ridiculous thoughts had become a valid option to the extent that we were lost in execution. To the extent that it's enough to bet, it's a realistic choice.

And if you don't take that bet, you just have to continue the current situation that gradually disadvantages you. The days that will eventually lead to death will continue without improvement.

"... we'll have to do it"

Cheryl made up her mind. Then he gets up with a serious look and walks out (to) to find the object of the bet. The man who destroyed the prison party to which we belonged. I mean, get Akira.

Akira had visited Sizka's shop many times and had already become familiar with Sizka. Sizka was chatting with two regular customers at the counter when she visited the store today to refill ammunition.

Akira, who tried to speak to Sizka, notices her familiar face and slightly stops moving. Those two were Elena and Sarah.

Elena wears a belt for securing information-gathering equipment on top of her protective clothing. The skinny but feminine body can see the ups and downs of the flesh, and the belt supporting the heavy one is wrapped around it and gently tightened to secure the equipment (to). That distinguished the shaping of each area, creating simultaneous fleshy appeal and functional beauty.

Sarah is wearing black based protective clothing. Protective clothing is a fairly stretchy one, as a result of choosing protective clothing to suit a body with a wide range of physical changes due to the influence of consumer nanomachine-based body strengthening expanders. And as a result of the body stretching the protective clothing from the inside, which had been replenished by the nanomachine, the line of the body, which regained its undulating shape, was out strong. It was an easy way to imagine the attractive limbs beneath it.

In addition, the chest area is clearly not the right size. Rich chest containment has been given up and skin in the valley of the chest is visible from a wide open front zipper. The skin is decorated with a pendant. The pendant top was a bullet processed for decoration, the bullet buried about half way in the valley of the chest.

Sizka talks to Sarah in a somewhat sluggish way, breaking her love for her guests and her love for her friends.

"... I know that story very well. Even that mysterious figure helped me. Because the possessions of the people who attacked you were left unattended, I stripped them and took them home. If I sold that off, in addition to my thoughts, I would have made a lot of money, even if I paid for the replenishment of the nanomachine. Because this is the fifth time I've heard that story."

"Am I? So, did you talk about the recovering pills you got then? I refilled more nanomachines because of my immediate consumption, but after using the healing pills I received, wonders and the efficiency of the nanomachines became better. Elena says it's more likely to be made in the old world than in the modern era. So I thought it would get smaller soon, my breasts stayed big, and the men's gaze..."

Sarah is trying to keep the conversation going. Sizka is also a talker, but I want to avoid hearing stories I already know many times. If it's close to love, it's even worse.

As Sizka was looking for a way to interrupt the conversation or (a) change the subject, she noticed Akira coming to the store.

"Oh, the customer's here, so we'll see about that next time. Welcome. Akira."

Akira comes to the counter and bows her head to Sizka.

"Hello, Mr. Sizka. Ammunition again, please."

"It's always good, isn't it?

"Yes. And all I always buy is ammo, sorry. Please wait a little longer to buy a new gun"

"It's okay. Because selling consumables is a lot of money if you accumulate them. Come back alive first without trying to make bad money"

Sizka introduces Akira to Elena and the others.

"He's Akira. I'm the same hunter as Elena and the others. Why don't you tell him something as a senior hunter?

"Nice to meet you. I say Akira. I'm a hunter for once."

Akira lowered her head gently to Elena and the others in the guise of her first meeting. I didn't meet him directly, so it was also the first time I met him.

Elena and the others have known Sizka for a long time, trusting her as a friend and as the owner of a familiar store. I guess he's not a bad kid because that sizka introduces him. Think so. Elena and the others smile at Akira too.

"I'm Elena. This is Sarah. We are hunters in this store, too. Would you be your senior in either sense? I'd still like to say I'm a skilled hunter with a lot of strength..."

Elena laughs bitterly, stops the words, and continues with Sarah laughing bitterly.

"... Doji has just recently died, hasn't he? I was lucky to help. Take care of yourself, too. No matter how careful you are, when you die, you die. Because that's what hunters do."

Elena's bitter laughter seeped into her impression of the unfortunate and faulty events. It was certainly a difficult and dangerous situation. Still, that bitter smile looks somewhere fun because it turned out to be an opportunity to overcome the predicament of the time.

Akira snorted small.

"Okay. I'll be careful."

Elena nods somewhere satisfactorily to Akira's honest reply, then tells Sizka in a jokingly tone.

"Guests seem to be here, and we should probably go home. It's hard to keep Sizka company with Sarah forever."

"If that's what you're saying, listen to Elena well enough about Sarah. There's a limit to service to regular customers, right?

Elena also replies to Sizka's joke-by-joke complaint in a joke-by-joke manner.

"Maybe Sarah wouldn't be amused to talk to the party. Besides, I'm usually the one asking, right? You can replace me occasionally because I contribute to the sales of the store."

Sarah also joins the joke.

"Oh, well, I guess I'll have Elena talk to me when I get back."

Elena then returned Sarah with a slightly scary smile that greatly lowered the ingredients of the joke.

"Fine. Let's discuss this thoroughly so Sarah won't imitate it again, shall we?

"Sizka. Bye."

Sarah laughed deceptively and walked away a foot early. Sizka laughs bitterly.

"That sort of thing. It makes sense that Sarah wants me to talk to her."

"Those hands are only when it's too long to talk. Bye."

"Yeah, I'll see you at the store."

Sizka waved gently to the returning Elena and dropped her off, shifting her mind and moving to Akira's customer service.

"Please wait. That was ammunition. I'll have it ready in a minute. Wait a minute."

Sizka brings the ammunition from the back of the store. As Akira danced to the rucksack, she noticed Sizka staring at herself in a slightly more meaningful way.

"... you know, something"

Sizka did not answer Akira's question temporarily, but watched Akira as if to confirm something. And inadvertently opens his mouth.

"Hey Akira. Why are you keeping your mouth shut about helping Elena and the others?

Akira managed to get close to blowing out. And pretended to be as calm as possible.

"... well, what you're saying..."

"Akira can't afford the money either, can she? Elena and the others told me that the possession of the robbers that Akira took down turned out to be a lot of money. It was Akira who knocked him down, so I think it's a good idea to have a little bit of it?

"... no, that"

"There's something wrong with Akira, too, isn't there? But I can assure you that Elena and the others can be trusted if the circumstances are their credibility or something."

"... you know,"

"With high-risk hunter operations, it's very important to find hunters we can trust with each other, right? I think it's a good opportunity."

Akira makes her expression a little stiff and shuts up about Sizka's attitude, which smiles gently as she teaches.

Sizka speaks entirely on the assumption that she helped Elena and the others. But if I don't crack my mouth, there's no physical evidence, and it should be deceptive. Akira kept her mouth shut thinking that, but Sizka goes on and on.

"I heard from Elena and the others, but Akira's handing Elena one bullet, right? The ammunition I sell in my store has a serial number on it (yesterday). To understand the route of ammunition sales and to contact the manufacturer in the unlikely event of defects. That's the one I sold to Akira, right?

Lightly taught the physical evidence, Akira noticed.

"... excuse me. Will you shut up?"

"Oh. I knew you were Akira. There was no certainty, so I sickled him. I'm sorry."

Akira blew out unbearably. And rush back to hear it.

"So, what's the bullet story!?

"It is true that there is a serial number in the drugbox (today). But that doesn't prove it."

Sizka smiles and answers that, then gives Akira a slightly sorry look, who is in mild shock.

"I'm sorry. I guess there are circumstances that Akira can't even talk to. I promise to keep my mouth shut about this. But, you know, I told you earlier, it's important to have an edge with a trusted hunter. Some hunters are bad quality like robbers. If you work with someone you can trust, you're more likely to make it home alive.... It looks like Akira and Elena and all the hunters are in a hurry somewhere. I don't care how people live. But I'd like to give my friend some advice on how to survive. Again and again, I assure you I can trust those Elena's. Tell me whenever Akira changes her mind and wants to cross with Elena and the others."

"Okay. And thank you for your concern."

Akira delighted at Sizka's unplanned care and smiled and carefully bowed her head.

"But if the pod isn't proof, how did you know?

"It's just a thought. There is no clear basis for this. If you're strong, you're gonna be the bullet I told you about. Sarah must have worn a pendant, right? It was made by processing a bullet Elena got from someone who helped us. He said he was admonished. I felt like the bullet was something I sold at my store. And when Akira met Elena and the others, it seemed to me that Akira was pretending to be meeting for the first time. I don't know his face, his voice, his name. Someone nearby I heard about the benefactor, pretending to be his first person. I learned just a little bit of relevance to them. That's all."

Akira holds her head. I didn't think that was all I could spot.

After that, Shizuka continues to say a little spicy to Akira.

"Uh, and? If you want to talk to the two of us, I think it's better to do it early. So, that's why..."

Sizka hesitated a little to speak again there, but continued with a look close to a bitter laugh.

"... you were quite happy to be helped, you tell me that story so many times. The look on his face at that time... is becoming a maiden in love..."

Akira, who is listening in silence, also begins to perceive that the story is moving in a strange direction and is starting with disturbing signs.

"... over and over again, the story changes subtly. I started calling someone of unknown age, Him. I assumed more and more unclear parts of it as it was, and eventually... no, this is my expectation until (until), and I hope you don't think too deeply about it..., but some millionaire mistress was hunter with a hobby and accidentally helped Sarah and the others. Keep it to yourself because he hated me for money and for the women he was looking for. He didn't ask for money in return or give me expensive recovery pills at all costs because he wasn't free of money.... No, you think too much."

The shards (shards) do not match the current Akira, but the story is correct. Akira had an unpleasant sweat.

"I'm from Slam Street and I don't have any money at all. I'm not preying on that imagination.... I knew you'd keep your mouth shut. Please."

Akira and Sizka both smiled with a subtle smile and laughed at each other, breaking up more than that.