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When True exited the room with his regular husband, right across the door, the weariness of his clothes was brought to the wall of the hallway.

From time to time, it seems like a part-time return of piano playing to Tasmania Devil. He seemed to have bothered to wait for the truth to come out in front of the room given to Shufu.

"What's up?

"Uh... I wanted to be a true force, too, and a lot of things... I checked..."

Stand close to the truth in a slow foothold and make sure you keep your body in the true body.

A soft, comfortable feeling that I don't think of as a man. Slightly higher body temperature.

True that at first was full of confusion, embarrassment and disgust, but someday they try to keep the tired thing from being crossed with the same sex or opposite sex or something like that. He treats a little kid like kindergarten with such a consciousness that he's simply getting sweet and hugging.

"Tatsuhiro Kato... seems to be eaten by death. Age is also age. But... I'm a killer... enough to build a time that I've come to be called the strongest. If you can... I think it would be better not to engage..."

"That's not good information."

True to tell straight what you thought, cut and throw away lightly. Sickness is not the first ear, and we can only make decisions to the extent that it might be effective if we bring it into a protracted war.

Tired doesn't look particularly shocked by the true awesome reaction, he takes his true hand and tries to take him somewhere.

"And then there's a killer named Tazawa... a swordsman who doesn't use any firearms, to seal his opponent's firearms... who uses gas indoors..."

"Tazawa is a famous killer, but Gas's story was his first. You mean dragging me forcefully into the mound I'm good at."

"The sweep vacation seemed to often act as a team...... to...... If you use gas, your allies won't be able to handle firearms either... they didn't seem to use it often..."

"It seemed like a lot of guys use anything other than a straw and a gun. So does Mutsuki."

If you are going to tag with Mutsuki, it is extremely likely that the next battle, after luring him indoors, will use gas to seal a true gun. And all that's left now are Mutsuki, Tazawa and Kato.

"You should assume the use of gas."

"That's what I think, here..."

And the door, which was tired, was a room called the treasure room.

Two people entering the room dressed as tired pulling their true hands and inviting them in.

It is a large room with a lot of space, with several pedestals arranged at almost equal intervals, decorated with various things on the pedestal.

Some objects, such as a golden crown with pieces of jewellery and a slender sword with designs, are also decorated with the stripping of creatures that you have never seen, half-shashed sculptures of a disastrous design, and books and guns that are at first glance likely to be everywhere.

In this room, which Junko named the treasure room, occasionally everyone has a tea party or something. From the truth, it's all a substitute for unintelligible meaning, but Junko said there's power and soul in everything.

"Take this..."

Tired takes a swing of a Japanese sword and offers it to the true.

"Okay, take it out on your own"

"The things in this room…, me and Junko… are treasures, magic props, and curses that we've collected from all over the world over the centuries. Because it's a good arrangement to use whenever you want to use each other. If you really want to use it... that's fine."

"I don't know what it's like, and I don't want to acquire the power of paranormal."

"I thought I'd say that, but this time...... I recommend this." Concubine Pine, "a demon knife forged with meteorites. There is no blade spill even if a hundred people are slaughtered, no matter how much it is all over people's fat and blood, it is a knife that the sharpness is not damaged. Other than that... I don't have any special powers, so I thought I'd simply use it as a knife."

"I've never used a Japanese knife in action. Though I learned to treat you once."

It was exhausting to teach swordsmanship. It is not a kendo. It's a real swordsmanship that presupposes slashing and killing people.

"If you are familiar with the form of battle, then you will not mind… with your instincts…"

Truth is, he wants you to fight with this for whatever it is, and he receives the knife from tiredness. I've had a Japanese knife before, but it's obviously quite heavy compared to that.

Pulling it out of the sheath, a pitch-black body appears. The demonic and blackening fullness was enough to give the creepy impression of not being able to specialize, even if they had not been told beforehand that they were demonic knives and such.

That's not all. With a knife in my hand, I looked up close, and I was truly intuitive that there was obviously a supernatural force in this knife, and that this knife was the one that took so many lives.

"Having that knife reminds me of your head..."

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Tired smiles happily. Your head is a literally tired man who acted with tiredness when he was a warring nation, tired of saying that he was with a previous life that was true for generations.

The reason why tiredness is unusually nostalgic for me also seems to be the fringe from its previous life, but from the truth, there is a feeling that this world is everything, and that there are things in previous life and so on that will determine who I am in this world.

"Build up... are you there?

The truth gets a little tired of almost giving me a hug and asking me that.

"You can handle it if you want me... okay?

"No, I've told you many times, but I don't have that kind of hobby."

True to think of yourself with an unpleasant look in your head, pushing your tiredness back and pulling you away from yourself. Very rarely did tiredness bring such an approach to the fore. Normal truths never lived up to it.

"We also grew common roads with each other in previous life... It's the same thing in my previous life that makes me want to see you after killing people, but it's gone bisexual...... I miss you. Early...... Wouldn't you wake up there too?

"Don't be afraid."

They ask me that I had such a relationship with tiredness even though I was a man in my previous life, and I sincerely lose heart.

Moreover, tiredness itself made me even more concerned that I was looking at myself with such expectations and favors. I wanted to tell you not to come any closer, but I can't do that either because it tends to make my tired state worse if I make it sinister.

"It was... the most... fun time in my life back then. Me... and you in your previous life, and the days when you ran around in blood and mud with your people, swinging spears and steps, killing and killing and killing"

"If you try it on me, it won't be much different now. Though you tend to pull."

"I don't... like guns. A knife, or a spear at best. And the battle... became gun mainstream along the way... and I lost my taste."

"Was it like a mercenary? Or some country's footsteps?

"Basically, it was wild... When I was about to run out of money and food, I attacked and plundered the village..."

"Was it rape?

True to ask even as you feel a black flame blow out in your chest.

"Of course. I also had your head to calm the excitement... after the war. I did, too. As I can see... my body... is small, so it's an adult woman... it's troublesome, so it's easy to put together... and the first period was still aimed at girls like me."

"That sucks."

I seriously think so and throw up. I regretted I shouldn't have asked.

It was pictorially difficult to imagine that this boy, who looked younger than true, white no matter how he saw it, and was as adorable and beautiful as an angel, had worked such acts during the Japanese warring age. but it must be true because the person is telling it.

Truth is, I know what other evils tiredness has worked in the past. No wonder I'm doing about that.

"Contempt...... did you?

"Whatever you are right now, you're gonna throw up about that kind of behavior. I don't deserve to say this."

"Now I think... even though I was doing terrible things... back then, that was our routine, and I didn't feel like I was doing anything wrong..."

I truly know what made me tired and scared of people and prone to fall for them. I didn't blame you for that. Plus, what you're reading is about the past, and all you know is how tired you are right now. If you make it true, it doesn't matter.

"Guilt has boiled a little bit since later... But... I drove it to the corner of my heart and covered it...

Awareness of sin flooded out of its lid was tormenting tiredness.

"As I said before, Mutsuki is... similar to me. I know how she feels. of the world... hates everything and has spent hundreds of years doing all kinds of evil... to me who have worked and kept spreading disaster... even if it doesn't extend, the sins I have committed are never light. Mutsuki is... basically not a bad person, so if he survives, he will surely bear it..."

"I'll never survive. I'll kill him."

True to put the knife in the sheath.

"Surely he's not a bad guy. It's strange to say that you're a murderer but not a bad person. Being itself is evil from a society's point of view, except as a person. I know that, so it's hard to kill me, too."

"You don't have to kill me... I think you don't have to. If you don't want to kill me..."

In tired words, I really thought of myself with a strange look in my head, but soon I knew what that meant.

"I see, depending on the circumstances, it doesn't have to be,"

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