Rebuild World

Akira, who has concluded negotiations with Sijima, is sending Cheryl to base. But the footsteps were harsh and slow. Even slower than when the body was being pulled (not folded).

The cause was on Cheryl. Cheryl walks behind Akira very slowly. Because of the excessively slow behavior, Akira could have left Cheryl when she walked normally.

Cheryl also rushed over in a hurry at the beginning when he could speak lightly to Akira whenever the distance opened. But after a short walk, the distance opens up again soon. And every time I repeated that, it was slower to rush over, and I just walked, and finally stopped and stopped moving on anymore.

A lot of blunt Akira also thinks that Cheryl is looking a lot strange on the boulder (that's right), so she tries to get to the side (buckwheat) and check closely. And strengthened the confusion. Cheryl was lying down and crying without a voice.

In front of Akira, who was confused, Cheryl gradually noticed Akira on the side. And he looked up quietly and slowly. Usually I was about to answer something to try to get Akira in a good mood, but that's not it either. Just looking up. That was the limit that Cheryl could afford right now.

I have eyes for Akira, who is pretty confused, and Cheryl, who is quietly crying. After slightly opening the door, he manages to speak up, very confused by Akira's situation beyond his interpersonal abilities.

"Duh, what's going on?

Then Cheryl broke her expression loudly and began to raise her voice and cry.

This has happened before, and Akira turns her gaze to Alpha for help, remembering when she first met Cheryl.

"This time, I'm not bad, am I?

Alpha smiles deeply.

"Come on, what do you think? It's the same as before."

Akira distorted her expression slightly.

Akira is on her way in a small room in the inn. The situation of escaping from the surrounding sight was successful, but Akira's interpersonal abilities were exceeded. I have to think about dealing with a girl who keeps leaking whimpering (her urine) in front of me.

Taking Cheryl to base forcefully, who keeps crying, does not lead to unnecessary misunderstandings. But I can't even leave it alone. Having thought of it that way, Akira had taken Cheryl back to the inn, just like last time, after getting a little lost.

The last time I recommended Cheryl to bathe, he calmed me down a lot. But there's no bathroom attached to the cheap room right now, so I can't use that method. I didn't think I could substitute with a simple shower, etc.

Akira, who kept thinking with a confused head to do something about it, tried the way she came up with it from that confusion. Stop by the fearful Cheryl's side (buckwheat) and hold him in silence. When Sizka held me together before, I panicked a little at first, but at the end of the day I remembered a very calm experience and imitated it with shallow thoughts. You just have to stop it as soon as they hate you. It was an idea to that extent.

Cheryl was being held in silence without any resistance. And after a little while, Cheryl held Akira back. At the same time, the whimpering became harsh.

Surprised Akira rushes away from Cheryl. But Cheryl keeps holding it so tight that she desperately doesn't try to let it go.

Akira exhaled lightly and exhaled as she had lost her roots, giving up on pulling Cheryl off. And he was holding Cheryl gently as he was. After a while, Cheryl's whimpering voice disappears. When I checked how it was, I slept like I was tired of crying.

"... what the hell"

Akira had a slightly tired look, whining (crushing) about something she didn't quite understand.

Cheryl was the limit.

The prison party to which he belonged collapsed and he was thrown out in an alley in Slam Street after failing to move to another prison party, losing both his life base and his back shield, where a certain life was guaranteed. The mental load was considerable.

Cheryl tried to negotiate with Akira with a view to getting out of his predicament, even though Cheryl was one of those who raided Akira because his heart, exhausted by harsh and invisible circumstances, drove him crazy.

But that optimistic hope was lightly crushed. He was spotted, threatened, and shook by the fear of being killed before he even talked to Roku. It further chooses, wears, and damages the exhausted mind.

Then, after an unexpected development, Cheryl had to become the boss of a new detachment party that took over Sibea's territory in exchange for gaining a back shield called Akira. But that doesn't guarantee your safety right away. After that, he managed to cut through those who pushed him to the base by confusing him with words and deeds that were very close. Cheryl's heart also continued to be exhausted by the realities of the hard run through the place of death.

The subsequent operation of the prison party was also full of problems. Akira can hardly make a face for the detachment party. If you think you've gradually turned up, the inmates start selling fights to Akira. The merchant who was introduced by Akira threatened me with cruelty, and Akira threatened to kill me if I imitated him. Akira is a collaborator but not an ally. Cheryl was reminded of it many times.

On top of that, it's this mess. Negotiations in the state before the shootout had painstakingly sharpened Cheryl's spirit to its limits. Cheryl was really the limit.

A mind shredded to the front of a shattering scatter, and the future problems that I think with that mind were slowly weighing Cheryl's steps back to base. And I realized it. The days of grinding and reducing this spirit will continue after this. With that realization, Cheryl's heart, which was at its limit, was lightly decimated.

Cheryl kept crying almost (mostly) unconsciously. I kept crying without even realizing I was crying. Anyone would have liked to. I kept crying like I was looking for someone.

And then I don't know how much time passed, but Cheryl realized that someone was holding her back. I don't even know who that is, but Cheryl felt that the embrace could be relied upon by someone.

Cheryl squeezed her opponent with absolute force to let go. And when I used up my strength as it was, I fell asleep just a little relieved that I couldn't get rid of it.

Akira is sitting on the floor and operating an information terminal. Cheryl still holds me. I really wouldn't try to let go, so I decided to let him like it until I woke up.

I was browsing the internet information in the meantime in my spare time. This is also part of information-gathering training using information terminals.

There is a vast amount of information on the Internet in the east. Too many actions (because of it) make it almost impossible to get the information you want without search technology. There are also numerous sites for searching, etc., but using them is difficult enough for Akira, who until recently spent time in an alley in Slam Street.

Important or valuable information is basically paid for. There is a need to mediate and obtain individuals and organizations that trade in information. There are also countless paid sites for hunters online, and a variety of information is bought and sold, including the location of beneficial sites and how to destroy powerful monsters.

In addition, some websites publish various types of information free of charge for a variety of reasons. Sorting reliable and useful information from such sites is also an important ability for hunters to survive and stretch in the east.

Yo (more) and Akira's search abilities are still far from even finding tomorrow's weather and nearby restaurants (decent). If you ask Alpha, you'll find it in an instant, but as a training you worked hard on your own. I was concerned about another piece of information that caught my eye in the process of searching, and I also had a common experience of following that information and spending time on it.

Cheryl awoke gradually as Akira spent time what could be called a waste of time or a learning of general common sense.

Cheryl stares at Akira in a very close position, blurry and almost (mostly) hugged.

"If you're awake, let go of me."

I would have settled down already. I thought so. That's all Akira says and tries to let Cheryl go. As soon as that happens, I can help Cheryl cling desperately. The expression also turned into a crying face on the verge of destruction.

Cheryl is confused by Akira.

"... please help"

With a weak expression, a crying eye, he asks for help so that no one else is anywhere else.

"… please help"

As Akira was confused and unable to reply, Cheryl saw the silence as a rejection and cried out again. The rest I took in my sleep had given Cheryl, in an emotionally unstable state, enough strength and strength to cry again.

Akira was quite accustomed to those who looked at herself with hostility, disdain, ridicule, etc., but not at all accustomed to those who looked at her as she wept. Because of this, Cheryl gives me a little barometric pressure, and I inadvertently say a casual response.

"Wow, okay. Help."

Cheryl stopped moving slightly. And he smiled (cheeks) as if he was relieved, and closed his eyes with a slightly happy look. If he falls, he grabs the edge of the dead cliff (or something) and finally loosens the power of the hand he was desperately holding. Cheryl fell asleep again with a calm look as she held Akira tight to lean in gently as she was.

"What was it..."

Akira held her head gently and breathed out.

Akira had put Cheryl to bed in the outfitted bed before servicing a gun that was both routine and training these days.

We will continue to develop AAH assault guns as usual. Conscious that this gun is a lifeline, he tells himself that, while carefully continuing his work.

AAH assault guns are rugged and long-lasting as well as famous guns that handle them a little roughly in harsh environments but fail little, and are relatively easy to maintain. It is not Dada who has been used by many hunters in the east for 100 years.

Akira also benefits from it in many ways. Even though I was amateur until this time, the fact that the AAH assault gun has already reached enough range if it is maintained now, and that I have survived this gun alone until now, was ample proof of that.

"Before I buy another gun badly, maybe I should buy another one in the spare."

'Right. There's a hand in both hands. "

Behind Akira's brain comes a figure of herself holding an AAH assault gun in each hand.

'... good!

Alpha was reading that image of Akira flying unconsciously, somewhat dressed and legged.

"It's unlikely you'll hit me if you hold it like that, and if you do poorly, the recoil of the shooting will break your arm, right?

Akira also looks a little embarrassed when she realizes that the image has been read.

'Oh, was that so bad?

'Cause you definitely don't have enough physical ability to support a gun. Now in Akira, shooting an AAH assault gun with one hand won't do anything but intimidate fire. If you wear fortified clothes, you can hold back the recoil of the gun even if it's slightly impossible, so wait until you hold it simultaneously. "

'Don't get too excited about the arrival of fortified clothes.... before the fortified clothes arrive, nothing more, right?

"Let's not flag extra."

'... Yes'

Akira regains her mind and continues her maintenance. I somehow saw Cheryl along the way.

"Alpha. What do you think that was after all?

Alpha gently shakes her neck to the side.

'I'm not sure either. I know Cheryl was tired too, but more than that. I don't think it's a good idea to wake up and not ask in depth.'

Alpha did not explain to Akira her speculations about Cheryl's evolution in his mental state. Because I decided it would be more convenient not to teach.

"Why don't Akira get some rest today, too? Though I think I've had a lot of trouble, you should rest for when something happens again tomorrow. '

'Right. I'll be asleep as soon as I'm done.'

When Akira finished servicing her gun, she took a light shower as usual to deceive her bath cravings before heading to bed. There was a client in the bed, but he moved it aside and lay in the gap where it was empty (a). It turned out to be like sleeping with Cheryl, but I decided not to care. The floors are stiff, and I'm the one paying for the inn. I'm not sure about that, but that's all I got. You won't complain about anything. I went to sleep thinking about it that way without worrying about it.

The next day, Cheryl woke up earlier than Akira. Try to check the situation with a fallen asleep consciousness. And when I notice Akira sleeping on the side (buckwheat), I try to sleep again by holding her to Akira with her sleeping face.

But Akira woke up with a sudden hug. And it takes me to wake Cheryl up trying to hug herself and move to bed twice.

"Don't go to sleep. Get up. Get away."

Akira became a little anxious after saying so and that it would be a repeat of yesterday again.

But Cheryl walked away from Akira. Wake yourself up with a sleeping face and gently rub (rub) your eyes as you make a big stretch (yawn), look closely at Akira and smile (cheeks) in a good mood.

"Good morning, sit down."

"... Good morning"

Akira was a little confused by how different Cheryl was from yesterday. The look is overflowing with confidence and leeway, and I can't see anything like yesterday's shadow. A radiant smile was exceptionally lifting the girl's born beauty. I was so scared of the change.

Then we'll have breakfast together. Meals are frozen as usual. In other words, it is a very delicious product as usual, but the person who speaks of it looked different than usual.

Akira continues to eat with a little barometric pressure from Cheryl, who has changed the atmosphere a long time ago. Cheryl continues to eat in a calm but very good mood. If the taste is reflected in that look, it's a sight that I don't think is eating the same thing.

Cheryl stops eating hands once and carefully bows her head to Akira.

"Akira. I'm sorry about yesterday. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"Huh? Oh. Looks okay now, and I don't care."

Akira recalled what happened yesterday after answering that without thinking about it. The beginning was Cheryl's rubbing, but it was Ning who made the noise so big that he didn't think it was too bad, but there was about that awareness.

I'm also slightly concerned about the reaction to each of the troubles that have arisen as a result of poorly involving myself, even though I suppose I'm just normally thankful for being evil pushed around on my own. I return many mixed and unimpeded replies.

"Well, a lot happened yesterday, but tell me if anything happens next time"

It was better not to call. If that's what you think, you'll react somewhat. Akira thought so. But Cheryl reacted unexpectedly.

"Then can I hold you now?

Akira asks Cheryl back bewildered when she smiles and says something unexpected.

"... why?

"I'm relieved when I hug Akira. Something like this feels very calm."

"No."

"Isn't that good? It's not diminishing."

"No, less. Yes, it reduces my mobility and ease of movement. First of all, I'm in the middle of eating dinner right now. It would be hard to eat if they held me."

"Then I'll feed you properly, won't I?

"... let me eat my own food or something"

Cheryl is smiling and eating away. He gently embarks on Akira, who is slightly distracted by the push.

"That would be nice after you finish eating, wouldn't it? It's really hard to run a prison party. So I think I was mentally tired, too. It was also because of the trouble I caused yesterday. That's prevention. That's the only thing that reduces the chance of annoying Akira's hands. Isn't that good?"

Akira somehow thinks. If I give an appropriate answer, I feel I will continue to extend it until it is accepted for a variety of reasons. And if I refuse strongly, I feel like I'll be back in the way I was yesterday. Would it still be better if they held me? It's not uncomfortable. That's what I decided.

"Okay. After you finish eating."

Cheryl smiles so happy.

Thank you. I'll sit down.

Cheryl succeeded in guiding Akira's thinking, albeit slightly. Alpha noticed it and slightly increased her vigilance against Cheryl.

After the meal, Cheryl was holding onto Akira as promised. In a position that gently spans (also) from the front to the other person's foot to the sitting Akira, he mouths additional requests with a restful drowning look as he turns his hand around the other person's neck and back.

"May I have my hands around your back or stroke your head?

"... well, good"

As Akira did as she was told, Cheryl loosened her expression happily by leaking a creaking voice from her mouth.

(What am I doing...)

Akira, who had doubts about her actions with a subtle expression, sees Alpha smiling (cheeks) with a profound meaning, and distorts her face (yum) slightly in disgust.

"What is it?"

'It's nothing. That's more like it. "

'What do you say I did...'

'Come on? I don't know either. You're just not going to leave much longer. Start your studies as they are today?

If it stays like this, it really doesn't make me a wingman to study while Cheryl hugs me. Akira thought so and took her hand off Cheryl.

"Cheryl. It's time for you to leave. I have a lot of business to do, too."

"... ok"

Cheryl answered that in a lonely voice, shamefully leaving Akira. Akira thought slightly that she might be cruelly (grudgingly) resisted somewhere in her mind, and relieved (mostly) lightly.

Smile (cheeks) like Cheryl changed her mind.

"I will return to base. I have to explain to everyone what happened yesterday. If I may, could you give me a lift to the base?

"Oh. Okay."

Thank you. I'll sit down.

Cheryl carefully bowed her head as she smiled.

Akira then delivered Cheryl to base. Cheryl has always been in a good mood in the meantime. Even though Akira pointed a surprise gaze at me along the way, I smiled (cheeks) back for fun without worrying.

Cheryl carefully bows her head at the entrance to the base.

"Thank you for sending me. I sat down. I'll get back to you if you need anything. And I'm very happy when you show your face even if you don't need anything. I'm also going to try not to bother Akira, but it would be very helpful to have a good mood change opportunity like today because it's really hard to manage a sidekick party"

"... well, I'll find some free time to show my face"

"Thank you. I'll sit down. Waiting for you."

Cheryl was dropping Akira off on her way home until she was completely blind to her appearance.

Akira is slightly roaring on her way home. I've been thinking back about what happened today since yesterday, aware that Cheryl was breaking up a lot.

"Alpha. I knew Cheryl was weird, right? I can't really explain how you've changed a lot. '

"It's not like I'm blocking anything, and I don't think I care."

"Well, yes."

Alpha has a disgruntled look on her face.

'I'd rather you take care not to cause any further trouble before the fortified clothes arrive than worry about that. It was pretty dangerous this time, wasn't it?

Akira makes excuses for being bittersweet.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think that would happen."

Akira's excuse is an excuse to improperly fail to anticipate the unforeseen occurrence, and not to her own actions that aggravated the situation. And Akira doesn't have that awareness. Alpha understood it and was reaffirming the difficulty of controlling Akira. Stab the nail (knife) with a slightly more serious look.

"Until the fortified clothes arrive, it's really not going to be out this time."

He said, "Okay." Now it's time to make a big deal out of it. "

Akira answered firmly to take Alpha's mood.

Cheryl's inmate kids were having a sleepless night. After all that noise, Akira and Cheryl, who left the stronghold, have not returned overnight, and the majority are pessimistic thinkers.

Akira and Cheryl have already been killed. It has also developed into an all-out war with Sijima's detachment party. Many thought so, and a significant number of them had already fled the Jail Party. There were many who remained now more for the reason that there was no other place to go than to believe in Cheryl and the others who went into negotiations.

Cheryl returns there. The base was widened.

Cheryl didn't break her spare smile when she saw how everyone seemed anxious.

"I'm back now. Did something happen while I was gone?

Stuck up on Cheryl the way the kids panicked.

"Something's wrong, isn't it!? What has happened since then?!?

Despite being surrounded in a way, Cheryl is very calm.

"I'm fine. I've been talking to Sijima's inmate. No problem."

The children start to blur even more. Because it was the answer I was eager for, but at the same time it was too unexpected. Start asking for details at the same time.

"So, it's okay, is it true!? What about Akira!? Isn't that guy with you!? Killed?!?

"You really said you talked to Sijima!? But you killed one of those guys!? How!?

"Do I have to hand over a base or a territory!? What's going on around there?!?

Cheryl smiles to calm and reassure everyone.

"Akira is not injured. There's nothing like turning over this stronghold or territory to Sijima and the others in this case. Sijima and the others are now able to get along well in the future. It's okay. Don't worry."

Cheryl was showing everyone confidence and room. I can't even feel lies or deception from the tone. The kids look at that Cheryl and start to calm down, half-heartedly.

That's where Cheryl reinforces her expression and tone a little.

"So, what's the rest of us doing here? You're supposed to be assigning jobs like cleaning territory, patrolling, collecting scrap iron, right? Did you finish the job you asked for?

"Yes, no, not if you're doing that in a situation like this..."

"Then who's not here? You had your plans replaced?

After the children looked at each other, they answered as if it were difficult to say.

"... the one who's not here, probably got away"

Cheryl answers lightly.

"Well, then we'll have to reschedule."

Cheryl also assumed enough about that extent. Calculating the number of people missing from the number of people on this occasion was not in any hurry. I give instructions in a calm voice, even thinking it was good to know early who would get out of this extent.

"Elio, take a few men and look for the one who has left the prison party. Take it all back if it was coming out with a gun or food. You don't have to bring him back. Alicia. Ask everyone to grasp the missing and the remaining people and report back to me when you're done. The rest of us do our scheduled work."

He who faces the others. Who still wants to hear a lot about the situation. Who cannot go about the matter. He who is just stunned. There were various people, but no one tried to move.

Cheryl squeezes her expression and speaks out loud.

"I'll do it right away!

Everyone rushed out as soon as possible. Cheryl went back to her room when she saw it through.

Elio and Alicia, the epitome of those who remain, face to face. Elio looked suspicious and slightly distorted.

"Hey, it's Cheryl, are you getting a little scared?

Alicia remembered a similar impression when she saw Cheryl smiling confidently and sparingly despite being constrained by yesterday's commotion. But to relieve Elio's anxiety (to) and to keep himself calm (to) make him laugh lightly.

"It's not your fault? He seemed confident that he could afford it."

"Really? Right. Well, he says it's okay, and it's after that. Better than being anxious."

"That's right. Look, let's get started, too. My boss will piss me off."

"Right."

Elio and the others got back to work.

Cheryl was in a good mood in his own room and kept up the idea of running the upcoming party.

Originally Cheryl is a smart kid. Even when I was in Sibea's prison party, I stood around well (well) with that wit, and lived a pretty good life. On the other hand, I was bad at rough things. There are more opportunities to get caught up in some rough stuff than living in a slum street, but that has been done by hiding behind someone's back.

But after the collapse of the prison party to which he belonged, he was suddenly thrown out into a world where death existed close to him. They were thrown out without any preparation into a world that was supposed to get used to it little by little. That was too harsh a world for Cheryl.

The constant days of tension, heavy pressure and fear of death continued to tighten Cheryl's spirit. The spirit withstood the pressure. Countless cracks had covered the whole thing. Finally, he took the first blow and scattered it.

The shattered shards (shards) were found scattered. And when we found it, we gathered together again with it as a new support, an axis of spirit to form a new form.

The gap between the unstable shards (pieces) that just came together is filled by those that gushed out of the supporting axis. Salvation, appeasement, blindness, and dependence are called shards that forcefully connect each other. It also degenerated the shards themselves.

The spirit called Cheryl was rebuilt into something similar and non-existent without changing its name after a process that began with Akira's encounter.

Until now, Cheryl had not been able to demonstrate that wisdom because of her fear of the world. However, after gaining relief and regaining confidence and room, I felt a sudden crossing of the empty gear.

Cheryl thinks. Reflect on your recent behavior, which is full of holes and full of foolishness. Improvements were noted. Reflect greatly and decide to live in the future. There are piles of things in the back of my brain that I would like to try. Repeat for each of the ideas: validation and rethinking, presentation of proposals for improvement.

Think about the future of the Jailbroken Party led by itself. We need to grow more. We must be more successful. For myself. For Akira. To build a world that satisfies both of its happiness, which has become essential to its own construction.

Cheryl dreamed of a future of hope and laughed lusciously.