Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

Signs of creeping out of the comma-beh sitting on the stairs.

Darker, stronger, in the sole of the strong than Haiso, there is not even a shard of forgiveness.

Leaving or dying.

Syndicate immediately feels that both choices are two that will be imposed.

In the first place, that was something I knew from the fact that the "Super World Map" didn't show up.

If "Super World Map" is a skill and its effect is a visualization of Syndicate's senses, then the fact that Komabe is not displayed in the array would mean that Komabe is capable of erasing the signs perfectly, or is he powerful enough to defeat Syndicate's skill.

And the big white dog in front of you is probably both of them.

Then how do you answer?

How to answer two choices.

What to do best.

Outside such syndicated thinking, the person behind him moved.

"Coma be?

Sei lines up a large number of question marks and leaks the dog's name out of his mouth.

A sudden transformation of the family we spent many years with.

The pressure I feel from that family, stronger than yesterday's cat-eared boy.

Above all, in apparent hostility, Sei had atrophied and stopped thinking.

"Oh, my lady. Sorry. He seemed a little distracted. Don't worry, I won't kill your daughter. But your daughter can't move on either."

Reminds me of the presence of Sai behind Syndicate, no more hostility towards Sai. Komabe.

But there is no alarm.

It's not warm.

The only thing that changes is that Sai doesn't kill, and intimidation, intimidation continues.

"Come on, kid. Have you decided on the answer? If I can't decide, my..."

Comabe's white body hair rises, swells, and glows.

Obvious battle posture.

It starts with a unilateral, hunting.

"All right, let's go back!

Syndicate slaps her hand to stop such a hunt from beginning.

"Senior?"

"I can't do this guy yet. Unlike Haiso, if you're going to run away, it doesn't look like you're going to do any harm... and if you don't try to get to Changchun's mansion, you're not going to do anything, are you?

To Syndicate's point, Komabe answers with a loose corner of his mouth.

"Well, you are. I'm just gonna protect this place."

Syndicate satisfies herself when she hears Komabe's half-anticipated answer.

"Okay. Bye, Mr. Changchun"

Syndicate looks back at Sai.

"Senior...... are you sure you want to go back? Like this?"

I honestly can't say no to the choice to go back.

Because after I came back to Coco, I had too many more questions I wanted to know.

Probably about the family I found alive, or about my own house.

Besides, most importantly, it's turning into a giant monster in front of me right now.

Leaving those questions behind, I honestly don't mean to walk away.

"No, it's not like this."

And that's the same for Syndicate.

"Huh?"

Leaving the weird-faced sei intact, Syndicate now looks back at the comma-been.

"You don't have to head to the mansion, do you?

"... but"

Komabe frowned suspiciously at Syndicate's reconfirmation.

"Okay. Well, let's have lunch here"

"... Yes?

The owner and the dog all said the same words.

"Um, is this a good place? The sun is just fine, and the shade goes in. The sheets... you brought some garbage bags."

Sei and Komabe were just watching Syndicate begin to prepare for lunch.

"Hey, Changchun, don't look, help me."

Syndicate, who was spreading a garbage bag on the ground, makes a move toward Sei.

"Yes, sir"

Confused, Sei turned to Syndicate.

In the meantime, I thought I had to listen to Syndicate.

"Properly, I gave you something that seems to work, so make something. Because fire will be ready now."

Syndicate the ingredients, pans and other cookware removed from the item box over a relatively flat rock about the knee height that was nearby.

Sai begins to confirm those.

"Hey. Kid"

Comabe has spoken with a roaring low voice to Syndicate, who was nearby, collecting stones slightly larger than his fist, and making a cauldron that could be used for cooking.

"You. What are you doing?"

Syndicate answers without stopping the hand of making the cauldron to the comma of the half-threatening Dos' gracious voice.

"I told you what you were going to do. Preparing lunch. I wish I could have made you lunch, because I just didn't have that much time. Oh, there's no rice either. I have raw rice... what do we do? Pasta or something?

On the way to answer Comabe's question, Syndicate talks to Sei.

Sai, who was in trouble for not having any of the ingredients removed by Syndicate that were likely to be staple foods, is relieved by Syndicate's suggestion.

"... right. I don't even have a lunch box. Sometimes I can't cook in a pan. We did have udon, didn't we? Shall we?"

Sai reminds me that there was frozen udon when I was indulging in the ingredients to bring from the cafe.

As soon as Sei tells me, Syndicate takes out the udon.

"I also have eggs, shall I make them simmered udon? Miso or stock, which would you prefer?

"Mm-hmm. With stock"

"How solid are the eggs?

"Half ripe! I like it a little tender!

"You're half ripe. I get it. Leave it to me."

A smiling sai while receiving udon from Syndicate.

Next time you have to choose the ingredients to put in the udon, head to front of the ingredients that are being spread out.

"The utensils... Leeks and Shall I hide them? What do you say?"

"Yeah. Nice. What happened to Skyscraper?

Sai nods at the ingredients in his hand and Syndicate suggests the ingredients himself.

In a pocky cheer, young men and women laugh at each other.

"... don't be nagging!!

Such a neat atmosphere barks at the comma-bes who can no longer stand it.

With that voice, the atmosphere, the mountains, shake and move.

"... don't speak out loud. What? Did you like miso?

Sounds loud, holding his ear, Syndicate protests against Komabe.

"No! I have stock too... not! I don't know why you're trying to eat here! I told you to get out of here early!

It was as if, with the momentum to kill him, Komabe fleshed out into a syndicate, and behaved.

"... no, you didn't say"

"What?

"All you said was whether to walk away from here or not, and not to go to Changchun's house, so there shouldn't have been any early-specified time. Don't you?"

"Mmmm......!?

To Syndicate's objection, Komabe has no words to give back.

Wrinkles lean between the eyebrows covered with white hair, making an obviously troubled face.

"Besides, you shouldn't have a problem spending a small hour here, should you? If I did, I'd have made contact earlier. Didn't I?"

…………

In return for Syndicate, Komabe shuts his mouth as he thinks.

"Well, fine"

And then, crushing so, he turns his growing body back into a smaller one and returns to looking like a puppy, as he did when he first encountered it.

"My lady. Why don't you make it for me, too? The eggs aren't half ripe, they're hardened."

Saying, move the smaller body with Tokotoko, and Komabe moves next to the syndicate making the cauldron.

"Komabe...?

"Because. Well, I'm ready for the fire, so I'll take care of it later. Greetings."

Syndicate gives up her place while giving her a new egg of udon to Sei, who had no idea how to react to her breeding dog, who had returned to her original appearance and even asked for a meal.

"Besides the pan, there was a frying pan, right? Make him some comma pie in a frying pan. It'll be easier to eat that way."

The Syndicates didn't bring plates or anything to carry a little more food and were trying to keep the little pan in the vessel.

The only pot other than the syndicate and sei minutes is a big thing for use in simmering etc.

Then Syndicate suggested to Sei that it would be difficult to eat the comma.

"... right. Okay."

Sei decided to prioritize her work over a reaction she didn't know what to do.

In addition to the two small pans that were ready for cooking, remove the frying pan.

"... so, kid. How far do you know?

Syndicate hips on a stump near a rock that gave way to the fire to Sei and lined up the ingredients until just now.

Komabe talks to me as I sit next to him.

"Nothing. I predict, but I don't know. That's why I deliberately cooked."

Blue trees creep over their heads.

It's November.

Even though winter is near, these mountain trees are full of life and young.

And pokapoka, cheerful as spring.

"Hmm. Right."

Each other, their eyes don't look at each other, they just watch Sai cooking silently.

"I'm sorry, but I can't teach you anything about this place. The dragon has stopped me. And about me."

"... Oh, yeah"

Sai starts to set udon on fire.

Three at the same time.

Syndicate made it so I could put it down.

"But other than that. Let's talk about where the dragons are."

Seeing as how each pan looks, Sei repositions.

It's not a stove, it's a natural fire.

There must be some unevenness in the firepower.

"... that's fine. Enough."

The pot must have boiled.

Avoid one pan, Sei aside.

The division of the syndicate that wanted to be tender, or the minute of the sai.

"Enough... kid. What brings you so far?

"... well"

Saying, Syndicate stands up.

Because Sai came this way with the pot in his hands.

There are three udons on fire.

I still have the comma bread I made in the frying pan.

"... what were you talking about?

Syndicate answers Sei, concerned about the conversation between the dog and the benefactor of his life, holding the remaining frying pan.

"Nothing. It's a public story. I can't say or say."

Syndicate lines up instead of pot laying on top of garbage bags where three towels were laid.

Put the three udons on it, and sit in the garbage bag with Sei and Komae.

Wood leakage days and udon are warm.

Lunch in a pocky cheer. They began to enjoy it.