Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

An hour ago. Gymnasium.

"Yes, actually, let's hide what. I'm the brave one.

A boy's voice echoes in the gym.

"... heh"

A boy who replies to such a boy's remarks without interest.

Syndicate.

"No, no. Because of that. Your best friend made a stunning statement, and you didn't react to it, did you?

Kotalou, the boy who said he was a brave man, is dissatisfied and makes his mouth shut.

"I don't know... I wish you were so surprised..."

Syndicate, sighing mixed up, says.

"First off, get off my back"

Syndicate says as he moves his neck to the fullest and spots Kotalou sitting dressed like a cat on Syndicate's back.

"Huh? I don't like that"

"... why?

"Thinking I'm stepping on a syndicate, something, because it's fun"

Kotalou slaps Peshipeshi and Syndicate in the butt.

"Get out of here. Aaaah!!

Syndicate twists her body as much as she wants and leaves Kotalou.

"Whoa!? Shit. That's good. I don't care if you're on my back."

"No, it won't be good"

With his hands tied behind his back, Syndicate, who manages to wake up, sits on the floor of the gym.

"Ahhh... Syndicate's butt, even though it was prickly and pleasant"

Unfortunately, Kotalou says.

"... you, don't even joke about that. That's why..."

"Because that's what it is?

"... no, it's nothing"

Syndicate swallows what she tries to say.

It's not because Kotarou is bad.

"More than that, he said he was a brave man now, but you, um...?

"Yes, I am, the greatest brave man of all time." The Brave Men of the Sanctuary, Maceisinj. "

With a Doya face, Kotalou says.

Honestly, Syndicate wasn't expecting anything at all.

In this school, the more brave, the more capable, because as far as Syndicate knows, it's about Kotalou or Mao.

I thought Mao was a brave man because what a sacred sanctuary could be named, but whether Mao was a brave man or Kotalou was a brave man, it wouldn't make such a big difference given the relationship between the two.

Because you two are dating.

A couple of good looking beauties, representing the school.

That's Mao and Kotalou.

Well, that entity, I know Syndicate very well.

"... some, may I ask?

"Yeah. What? How to solve the assembly? The assembly starts by writing a diagram…"

"No! Why are you talking about college entrance exams in this situation?

Kotalou looks a little happy on Syndicate's scratch.

"Even a joke, don't be angry. So, what? What do you want to hear?

"Oh...... right. First of all, what's a Maceissinge? Why are you naming me?

"Huh? You mean that?

"No, that's pretty important."

A friend of mine was doing something in his name.

Besides, that's what they say about brave men and stuff.

First, I want to hear it.

"It's not a big reason. I'm just trying to use Syndicate's name when I need a fake name."

"Why not!

Kotalou laughs.

"Why is it that the name that comes out of it is Syndicate? That's all."

In reply to Kotalou, Syndicate replied with a sigh.

Because Kotalou's smile was a smile when he was hiding something.

"Why did you need a pseudonym in the first place?"

"You may need a pseudonym. In a world like this."

Kotalou's smile remains the same.

Circumstances where a pseudonym is required.

It's not that I can't predict.

That's how Cyndi thinks Kotalou is saying it's necessary to anticipate what's going to happen.

"Well, okay. Bye, next. What do you mean you're a brave man, Mr. Shellfish?

It was probably Mao who brought Syndicate here.

If Kotalou is a brave man, what is Mao?

In response to such a syndicated question, Kotalou looks very happy to nick.

"... what the hell"

"Hey, I'm glad Syndicate believes I'm a brave man."

Ehehe and Kotalou laugh as they narrow their eyes really happily.

"No, even if I doubt what you're saying, it doesn't make sense. I don't even feel like I'm lying."

"That's right. Hey, you're right. I don't know. Yeah."

Kotarou snorts, satisfied, alone.

"... what about Mr. Shellfish?"

"Yeah? Oh, he's the one. Simply put, under me. As usual."

It's supposed to be about my own girlfriend, but Kotalou answers like it doesn't matter.

That attitude is connected to Mao's response to Syndicate.

Jealousy, it's scary.

Especially, usually, normally, to everyone, the jealousy of a good man.

Because jealousy spreads like a pandemic and infects everyone.

Well, Syndicate didn't care about that at all.

As long as I could play the game, I didn't care how others rated it.

"You want to hear more about him than you do about him? Look, about the brave, about the sanctuary."

"It's all about you!

Open your mouth, haha, Kotalou laughs.

"Well, no. Then talk to me from Ichi. This situation. Why, they say you're a brave man. I don't know what time it starts, and how many guys like you are."

To Syndicate's question, especially the last one, Kotalou happily raises the corner of his mouth.

"Well, you know there's more than one brave man."

"Asshole. You said yourself the best in history or something."

To Syndicate's answer, Kotalou nods satisfactorily.

"Yeah. I knew Syndicate would be nice. It's more fun than those guys over there."

"Over there?"

"Over there. Well, let's go over the details, even while we eat. Syndicate's hungry, isn't she?

Kotalou tells me, Syndicate notices.

Sure, I haven't eaten anything since noon.

He also consumes quite a few calories fighting tentacles and hissos.

Honestly, my stomach is empty, as strange as it is that my stomach doesn't rattle.

"I'm hungry, and I'd appreciate it if I could have dinner, but do you have anything?

"I don't have it. I can prepare it, though."

That's what I say, Kotalou rings his finger.

Then the space between Kotalou and Syndicate sparkled.

Every single one of those lines of light bends, breaks, and forms.

Ten seconds, it won't even be over.

At some point, in front of Syndicate, a luxurious two-legged chair with fine carvings and a table.

And two glasses with decorations, containing purple liquid, were placed.

"Come on, don't hesitate to sit down. Celebrate the reunion, because today is my treat. The food will be brought to you at the best temperature and time."

There's something glittering floating around Kotalou saying that.

It was, it was a little, a person.

Little, girl.

It's only big enough to have my hands wide open.

They had golden hair and eye colors, feathers like worms.

The colour of the feathers, of course, is gold.

Clothes are like made-up clothes, but the colour is also golden.

A golden little maid girl, three in all.

A fairy, maybe a thing called.

They're all very pretty girls.

Speaking of humans, is it something like early teens?

They bowed and flew somewhere as they circled around the circles and syndicates energetically.

"Appetizers first. Jasmine tomatoes and orange olives served with herbal cheese"

One of the golden girls brought another tall plate on her head.

Syndicate looks in the direction she flew in.

From the Syndicates, about 20 meters away.

Just where the entrance to the gym was, it was in the kitchen.

Kitchen, can only be described as.

There are stoves, slabs, and water supplies. There was even an exhaust vent.

There, things like frying pans dance through the universe all by themselves, and knives chop something up.

Looks like the golden girls are bringing the stuff cooked over there.

"... Well, I don't actually need a kitchen or a girl because I don't have to actually cook it or serve the dish itself"

"Then why did you put it out!?

Kotalou laughs funny couscous.

"... what's wrong with you"

"There's all this weird stuff out there, but it's crazy because it's exactly stuck. Too adaptable, Syndicate."

Kotalou coughs up and stops laughing.

"Well, fine, let's eat. Look, take a seat. It's a cold dish, but it's not something you can spend your time on."

Kotalou urges, but Syndicate answers nothing.

"... what's wrong? Are you mad at me for laughing?

"... no, maybe. Perhaps you realize that."

Syndicate says, so that we can get away with it.

"I'm tied up in chains... I can't move..."

Half the time, he sees Syndicate telling him to stare, and Kotalou deliberately slams his hand.

"Oh, you did. Well, let's eat."

"Oh, my God!

To Syndicate's scratch, Kotalou looks happy again.

"Yes, yes, this is it?

When the cotarou is light and the finger rings, the chain that had the syndicate tied to the back of his hand falls down.

The chain had a cleaved surface as if it had been cut.

"... seriously, you gotta loosen up"

"Naturally. I did, Mao. I don't care what he did."

Syndicate moved her free body a little and sat in the chair.

"... is this also a skill?

"Right. Well, I'll tell you later about my skills. Let's drink to that first."

Cotarou holds a glass of purple liquid.

Syndicate, too, had her share.

"... toast to what?

"To reunite and to a world that has changed"

The two of you, ring the glass.

The sound sounded slightly higher in the broad gymnasium and in the gymnasium full of dead ghosts.