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The ceiling in the destroyed reception room at Mika's office in Tsukinawa depended on Keri following this one and then doing renovation work. For when the raiders came again, they feared that they might involve the men of construction.

Besides, there could be damage to my home and its surroundings if I went home, so I also decided to sleep in the office for a while all of them.

The three clones leaving voicemail had already heard of Mika's injuries and were waiting on a dark side.

"Original sympathy, shouldn't we go?

Eleven opens his mouth.

"He said No. 2 didn't have to come, and we should leave a message until the original gets better and back. Looks like you've crossed the line."

Thirteen said. The leaders of the clones in the absence of Mika were that No. 13 fitted into nature and its position.

"I don't know why you didn't have to come."

I don't think there's any reason around here, Number 11.

The reason No. 2 refused was a light substitute, because he was just asleep anyway, and they said he couldn't help but come.

"If the original dies, Nyah dies too. The world without the original is just so exciting and dark."

"I don't know what it means to be excited before dark."

Eleven penetrates number seven, whining with dead fishy eyes.

The vivacity returns to the eyes of the seventh.

"Killer."

When No. 7 told him in a sharp voice and also vigilantly explored the signs of Nos. 13 and 11, he did feel a slight killing spirit.

Gunshots ring many times. Looks like he was shot at the front door. But the door is bulletproof, too, so you can't destroy the key with a bullet.

The gunfire stops. Ten seconds after that, the explosion sounded.

Destroying the door with a plastic bomb, the raiders slowly enter the office.

"Three. I don't know if it's a clone or an original."

That being said, it was a woman who appeared to be in her early twenties, dressed in highly exposed clothing: a shirt with large cuts in her chest, in hot pants eaten into her ass. With thick makeup, the face is not pleasant.

"Zemb Colosseum, Mondai Nai"

From behind the woman, a man with brown-skinned middle meat appears and says in one word Japanese. He's an Arab man with a turban wrapped around his head and a camouflage chock on top of a white piercing coat. The age is hard to tell, but probably young.

The woman's name is Ancient Future. The man's name is Omar. They were both rats who belonged to the rat community.

"Jersey on! Pink jersey! Jersey Squad Jazzy Ranger!

Eleven, who was wearing a suit under his clothes, gives him a name wearing a helm and completes his transformation at high speed.

"Ha-ha-ha, you're a heroic mouse. This guy is nice. It's a good combination because you're a Phantom Mouse."

When the future laughs with a dummy voice and nostalgic for a gun, its appearance transforms.

The colour of the exposed skin changes and the light blue purple - dragon gallbladder body hair grows surprisingly. My hand nails stretch and my arms and legs muscles look swollen up as well.

Before completing the transformation, the eleventh went into the future.

but its eleventh movement suddenly stopped.

(Huh...?

(Funya?

Nos. 13 and 7 surprise me. When I think about the sudden slowing of the XI movement, I am about to fall down with a glance.

(What?)

I was also surprised by the eleventh. Because I was traveling a small distance when I realized I was about to fall.

I rushed to regain my posture, but at that time, the future that ended my transformation was circling beside No. 11.

"Become!?

From the eleventh, it looked as if the enemy had moved instantly.

Future claws rip the chest of the eleventh into pieces. The clothes were torn apart, but the pink jersey suit inside the clothes doesn't go through the nails, and the future beats the tongue.

(What happened now? Look at that guy's hand... so... like time jumped...)

Eleven had been unconscious for just about three seconds. I haven't even noticed that I was unconscious, and I have that feeling, as if time had blown up.

Before consciousness disappeared, No. 11 saw. Omar clapped his hands at himself. They had eyeball-like tattoos on their palms.

(Did you go crazy looking at that one?

Omar will hold his hand again on Suspicious XI.

Reflectively turning away the eleventh. There's a gap, and the future continues to attack. Now he's releasing a spinning kick.

"Ho ho."

Eleven, kicked in the abdomen, can't kill a shock with the suit's defense, falls sideways, and throws up blood reflexes.

"Eleven. Oh, shit!

No. 7 tried to activate his abilities, but Omar lays his hands on them there.

The seventh movement stopped with it.

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"Is that it?"

The capabilities of number seven were not activated. Aware of the breakdown in concentration along the way, and looking suspiciously at Omar, he's still holding his hand here. Then again, number seven stops as if he were frightened.

Omar's ability was a substitute for losing consciousness of his opponent, who showed his palm tattoo for about three seconds. Because of the short time spent unconscious, those who depend on their abilities do not even realize that they have lost consciousness.

It can be described as lethal, such as losing consciousness for three seconds during battle. If the future attack hadn't been blocked by the suit, No. 11 would have died.

"Don't look at the man's hand!

In anticipation of the return of consciousness of the seventh, the eleventh cried out.

"Mitakunaktemo, Miceteyarzo"

With that said, Omar with both hands toward Nos. 7 and 13.

The two of them stopped moving. Even if after three seconds he returns to consciousness again, he loses consciousness again because there are tattoos there that take away consciousness again. In the meantime, his body fluttered, his consciousness returned to where he was about to fall, and he saw Omar's hand again and lost consciousness shortly after reflexively regaining his position.

I don't even know what's happening to me, even though the two of us don't know who the enemy's abilities are, so I don't get to the idea of meditating on my eyes. Except if we've already spotted Omar's abilities on the eleventh.

While Omar was in control of Nos. 13 and 7, No.11 had a flesh-bomb battle with the future.

The speed of the future far exceeds that of the XI. In a series of fierce attacks and skillful combinations, No. 11 is on the defensive side.

"Close your eyes, both of you! Close your eyes! Close your eyes!

Eleventh screaming again and again to hear it when consciousness returns.

"Russa."

The future throws up abominably and kicks out everywhere.

Blow up and fall XI. But the eleventh took this as an opportunity to the contrary.

I'll be up in a minute, eleven. The future jumped for the timing and launched an attack, but it turns in a dangerous place.

When the eleventh dashed toward the thirteenth and seventh, he thrust against them and pushed them down, forcing their eyes to be blocked by hand.

"What the heck!?

"I can't do it when I see his hands! You'll lose consciousness and you won't be able to do anything!

I can finally tell you about it, and I only relieve you on that point, No. 11.

"Yuki, Yuki, our Pinkie Jazz. Ta Ka Er, Hisa Tsubanzu..."

No. 13, which falls and sings with his eyes closed. Then the whole body of the eleventh increases in strength.

The future jumps and hits No. 11.

Elbow is swung down from the top, but XI took it with one hand.

"Mmm..."

The body of the astonishing future, XI bungled with one hand and slammed it all over the floor.

Eleven turns to Omar. Then I stopped clapping my hands and the scene of taking the gun out of my pocket just entered my sight.

The gunfire keeps ringing. XIII and VII, defenseless and immobile with their eyes closed and fallen, died now, XI despaired.

But they both remain intact.

The bullet had stopped in the air.

"Nanda, Koleja...... Chonolyokka?"

Omar groans when he sees a stopped bullet in the air.

In fact, it was the ability of No. 7 to activate unconsciously, building a magnetic junction to stop the bullet in the air, but no one could know the truth about it. Even number seven, which activated the ability, does not recognize it. The power of number seven is a substitute that often activates unconsciously, yet the person has no idea what will happen.

(Jiri is poor as always. I can't protect Nos. 7 and 13 from these two opponents on my own. It's also unlikely to win)

Eleven decides so, decides to flee before the future rises, and takes charge of Nos. 7 and 13.

"Let him get away... dude... dude"

Struck to the floor by an uninterrupted force, the future commands Omar with a cough.

"Miki...... Dijoubka?

"Idiot... I don't mind..."

I saw Omar rushing over and peeking in worried, and No. 11, who had busted through the window and escaped, and the future flashed its face.

"Demo, Miki, Pinch, Hotteokenai. Mikija, Omarno Taiyo. Megami. Omar, Hotte Okenai"

"I thought you were a doctor. Assuming you're badly wounded, there's nothing you can do if you come over here, and you won't. Damn...... But you know what?"

Seeing Omar grate, the future laughs bitterly and thankfully, he wakes up his upper body and presses his own lips against Omar's lips.

"There didn't seem to be a main unit, and we'll wait here"

"Ooh, Omarno Hartnifire. Miki, Yarrow. Imasugyarrow."

"Yes, yes, whatever you want."

"Ooh, Miki, Isitel. Choi Citel"

He turned his arms around the back of Omar's head, covering his nose roughly, and the future gently smiled, shrugging his cheeks away.

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