Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

Cicito's mood was really exhilarating.

Cicito was intoxicated to see if having a gun was such a courage and energy thing.

Such Cicito was running to protect and help Sei and Yui from his own best friend, who had gotten cocky.

(... No. Evergreen and not just Yui! Kyota too...... help!)

Cicito now decides to help not just the two beautiful girls, but her own dear best friend as well.

(With this, you should be able to! As long as I have this gun...... take down that weird Heidman masked guy and work with Hanzo on that...!)

Cicito grips the gun he just held in his hand.

I don't have much time.

Cicito's legs stopped as he tried to get down the stairs thinking he had to hurry.

For there stood a man who could not have been there.

Wearing a Heidman mask, people.

You were supposed to be fighting Hanzo, but somehow you're at the end of the stairs Cicito tried to get down.

I wonder where Hanzo is, Cicito, and see someone falling down with blood all over the side of the mask.

A man of good stature, in combat clothes.

Without a doubt, it is Hanzo.

Cicito's exhilarating mood as he saw it cools rapidly.

"Ugh..."

Nature, breath leaks.

That's when the mask looked at Cicito.

"Hih!"

Cicito fled the scene as soon as he returned the acne.

"Hih! Hih! Hii!?

I had a different plan.

My plans have changed.

For starters, Cicito was going to help Yui and Sai out after successfully using this gun to keep Kyota from moving.

Then take Yui to Hanzo, who is fighting a white mask, and defeat the white mask by using a helper knife on Hanzo.

If I help Hanzo, I can't move somehow, and I take Kyota, who made him grow up, into the helicopter on the roof.

Cicito had plans that were really convenient.

And when the sole became reality, I was thinking.

Because we have weapons.

Because I have a gun.

Now that I'm stronger, I think I can make it happen.

I thought I could protect you.

I seriously thought I could implement my delusions about unrealistic plans without any such specifics.

But the reality was just scary.

"Ugh!?

Cicito, who was running in confusion, causes his legs to snap and fall.

(We have to run...! Gotta run!!)

I think so, Cisito tries to get up, but his legs don't move well.

When I looked behind me just a little bit, the white mask was coming after me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!?

Fear moved my body.

Cicito shoots the gun he had.

Disastrous, without aim, anyway, to our martial arts lord.

Most of the shotguns scattered from the bullet break walls and windows without hitting a white mask.

But he had succeeded in stopping the white mask.

The white mask was because, for some reason, when the bullet was fired, he was in a position to keep his arms up and protect himself from the spot.

The shotgun, which hit only a little, has a small blood stain on the body of the white mask.

"Ugh... Ugh"

From the white mask, I heard a cry.

Does it hurt?

The gun.

Look at that, hear that, Cicito thinks.

(… can you defeat?)

This white mask is crying because he was afraid of my gun.

He said he was afraid of me.

Cicito stands up.

And now he set his aim firmly, shooting a white mask.

The fired bullet hits the belly of a white mask, precisely.

The white mask bends to the letter of the body and flies about a meter.

"Wow, wow, wow!!

Cicito shot.

White masked arms, feet, shoulders.

Each time, a white masked limb, the body, is spookily bounced with gakungakun.

A dozen shots, where he fired, Cicito stopped shooting.

The white mask is falling in a hallway filled with small holes with shotguns.

I knocked him out.

Hanzo even lost, a white mask.

Cicito pulls his fist against his body.

Gatspaws.

Nature and movement, attitude of joy.

Hanzo can't lose if he can take it down with a gun.

While Cicito was simply pleased, the white mask, Yui was standing up.

A gun held by Cicito, who even crushes the door, but the intrusion is an attack to the extent of crushing the wooden door.

Sure, it was damaged by the gun, but given Yui's HP now, it's only damaged to such an extent that it won't result in serious injury.

Damage, however, can occur outside of the flesh.

"Ugh... Ugh"

Yui kept crying.

(Why... are you doing this?)

From Cicito, to malice directed at you by whomever you like, to animosity, heartbreak and tears cannot be stopped.

Why, Cicito shoots himself.

I guess it hurts.

I can't stop wondering that.

(I've been doing my best for Cicito!)

Cicito can't possibly know that.

If the white mask is Yui, you can't possibly understand Cicito.

Yui had forgotten that she was disguised in a Heidman mask.

For Cicito, Yui is now the mighty enemy who killed Hanzo, the white mask.

Such a powerful enemy is crying.

So Cicito, hearing Yui cry, simply thought:

(Yay! I won! I won!)

And I still think.

Yui was Cicito, whose white mask stood up and feared for a moment when he saw it, but when he heard the voice of the white mask, who kept crying, he mistakenly thought he was still in an advantage.

Such a mistake is empowering Cicito.

"... Hanzo's enemy, die! You murderer!"

Cicito, who had gained calm from the mistake, shot through the forehead of the white mask, precisely.

A scattered scatter scattered in pieces grinds the white mask to pieces.

From under that mask, Yui's face appeared.

"... Yui?

Seeing his childhood friend's face emerge from under a broken white mask, Cicito took a breath.

"It's terrible... Cicito..."

Crying, a white mask, Yui, hugs Cicito.

"What? Why? You? Huh? Huh?"

There are too many questions, too many questions, and the confusion in Cicito will not stop.

Such a cisito, Yui keeps crying.

I have done very little injury, and the cause of the injury is Cisito, but for Yui, the special effect of all sores is Cisito.

Touching Cisito is the greatest healing.

It pays for the pain.

"Hey. Stop crying. So, answer the question. Why were you wearing a white mask? Why, over there..."

Cicito, who was reflexively stroking Yui's head, asks Yui a question.

That's what you have to ask.

I only have a bad feeling about it.

But Cicito was beginning to get caught up in another thought as he questioned.

Something twitchy black springs from the depths of Cisito's heart.

Guilt.

I think Yui is going to be crushed because he shot his precious childhood friend.

And what Yui might have done with a white mask mixes with glue in the Sith.

(No, but that's not possible. Impossible. There can't be)

With such a voice of heart.

Yui shook her head sideways to such a confused but squeezed Cisito inquiry.

"Yikes. If you don't stroke me more, I won't answer."

Grizzly and Yui burying his face in Cisito's chest.

"Um..."

The way it looked, it looked like a regular yui.

It's the usual, yui when Cicito's scared of getting mad at me.

For example, like when Yui ate the pudding that Cicito had left dear on his own, at that time.

Now in that situation... what Yui seems to have done is not like that, but what Cicito has done to Yui is not like that.

Cicito was too always looking at Yui to know how to handle it.

Anyway, someone came up the stairs when Cicito decided he had to keep stroking until Yui was satisfied.

"Ah..."

Cicito opens his eyes to the unexpected figure.

"What's going on? Cicito."

Yui also looked back to see how Cicito was doing.

"... yui"

Standing there was Cicito's best friend Kyota, who bathed his whole body in blood.