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Although he was alert to ambushes ahead of him off the elevator, there was no welcome for the enemy, and True and Shake lined his shoulders and walked down the hallway.

Soon as I walk, the true takes the lead and the shaking takes the form of following behind it. Assuming an enemy ambush, as if the truth would cover the sway instantly in doing so.

It is easy to get familiar with shaking that I miss and that is ideologically in tune with, even from a true point of view. While I understood it to be an extraction of the pure child considering the area, I was also concerned about the ten nights. Badly, I'm attracted to Junko over there.

(Get deep in him. I don't know.)

True to imagine yourself sighing loudly in your heart.

"Hey, hey, seniors, why are you doing a killer under Junko or something? Because of my senior personality, I don't think it fits."

True thought so, arrowhead, the shake has hit the straightforward question.

"I'm like his watchman. He's also a jammer. Snow Oka can't be stopped from using humans as experimental benches, but if you stay on the side and get in the way of Snow Oka's evil, you can also reduce the entanglement damage of his crap play somewhat. You saw the guys before you walked in here. He's a good man, a bad man, a harmless man."

"Mmm... so - why would you bother doing that?

I still ask, and the truth is, I shake my wear in a loud way.

"Because that's like my existential significance. Don't make me say that."

"Um, I don't know"

I can't really guess if it's blurry or not, either tone shaking.

"Here we go."

Feel the killing and the truth tells. There is no one in the hallway, but the shaking is also sharpened by the influence of the outlet, so I felt the killing, almost at the same time as I truly said, from the door on the front left hand side.

The door opens and, like earlier, the aliens appear.

The poisonous body color, fangs, horns, tentacles are the same, but there was one difference. They have a pistol in their hand. That number is seven. But there are still signs of many inside the door.

"Armed means these guys belong to the organization."

A shootout in a hallway with no shelter, with a Phantomized Seventh Branch member. I'm confident I'll survive, but when Rookie's wobble is clearly a high hurdle opponent, the truth is at stake.

(Do I have to shoot him while covering this guy well? Try to kill the guy who aimed the shake as priority as possible)

To be honest, I can still make it easier on my own without having to stand around caring about shaking.

(I guess the guys who are watching this fight think that I can't win like this, which wasn't even remodeled like ten nights. That's why it's gonna be a surprise.)

On the other hand, without being exposed such as true fear, the shake was motivated, he stripped out his teeth and put up a gun with an invincible grin.

In reaction to the shaking motion, the Seventh Branch members also point simultaneously at the gunpoint and pull the trigger.

Flew sideways like a shake was bounced. The details of the space appear clear. Even the sensible movements of the Phantoms can be clearly seen, from the motion of the ankles to the next, they can be anticipated.

(I could afford it earlier, but when it comes to fighting each other's residents on the back street, they're drinking outlets, too. You'd be anticipating this move, too.)

Shake naturally understood that.

Bullets fly through the space where the shake was earlier. He had even been shot several times near the place to dodge the shake, but fortunately it didn't hit him.

While shaking dodged, three shots of true fired bullets were killing three Phantoms at about the same time. Those are the three people who were reading the shaking motion accurately.

I read the truth to the other person's gaze, and I shot him first, but I didn't realize that the shake was really following him using my nerves that way.

(I'll have trouble getting mistaken for my strengths, so I'll have to say it right later)

Taking care of others in a killing place is very nerve-wracking. I truly thank you in my heart for reminding myself of the elderly mercenaries who once ran out on the battlefield and taught me the same.

Eventually I cleaned up all the Phantoms and swayed for a breath. But when I see the true one staring at the door that stays open without loosening any guard at all, I re-tighten my mind as I also reload the shake.

"I just thought, there's no point in these guys taking Snow Oka pills and becoming monsters. I'm just in a shootout. It's not even the wind that raised the gun's arm or reflex nerves."

"Isn't it a matter of mood or performance?

A few seconds after the two spoke lightly, someone jumped out of the door with momentum left open.

Even though the outlet should be dramatically increasing the motion vision, it is too fast to be captured by the shaking eye. But the truth reacts precisely to the motion, coming this way, whereas two shots are fired.

As if it had been blown away by a bullet, it glanced wide rearward and down to the front of the door.

"Mmm, boss character to see. I barely fasten the archetype of a human being. Is that the guy who turned into a monster with Junko's meds, too?

The shaking moaned when he saw the monster of a nasty appearance that appeared in front of him.

The long stretched scale-covered, flattened torso reminds me of reptiles, but from below my head, countless sharp, pointed forelegs grow that remind me of crustaceans, with no hind legs and just long tails stretching out to a few meters. Only the head, then, belonged to a human whose hair had completely fallen out. I did it the other day, it also looks like a battle creature mixed with humans.

Both of them were unfamiliar opponents, but they were the unusual appearance of Makoto Okumura, the head of the seventh branch of the presidential branch pickled in formalin.

"Looks like you took more than one pill at a time. Can you do this alone? If it's for publicity, it's better."

"... I'll try"

Looking at Okumura with a nervous face, Jiao put up a gun. Fear could not be plucked, but there were stronger emotions in the shake than that fear.

"I'll help you if I have to, but I can't help you if you die soon enough to help me. Remember what I said?

"Survive first, and enjoy killing each other, right? Wow."

Shortly after the shake said, an elongated tongue with a shape like the tip of a spear popped out of Okumura's wide open mouth, shaking and stretching at a fierce speed.

It bounced to the side a lot and twitched, but before the stretched tongue contracted, Okumura herself swayed and jumped, aiming at the timing when the shaking posture collapsed due to its evasion.

"Hey... I need to talk to you, okay?"

As soon as True and Shaky rode the elevator, he decided to reveal his current mood to Junko at night.

"Um, anything?

"Honestly, I'm lost. Shaking... No, living in the back streets, I can do it."

"I think we should stop when we're lost."

Junko answers that lightly without putting her hair down with the usual unyielding smile.

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"Why?"

"I wonder if anyone who falls in the back streets, before being born, has chosen the hard mode of a game called Life."

"Before I was born..."

"Yeah. I think a lot of people who choose normal mode are clumsy people who are likely to live normally in normal society but who choose hard mode don't adapt well to society. As one of those people's receptacles, there's a back street."

It was still shaky to hear Junko's theory and float behind his brain for ten nights. Even in view of his shaky personality, he is certainly not that kind of balls, like he normally lives within the framework of society.

"So in my opinion, if you're lost, I think you should get back to Hutu's way of life first. If you can't do it that way, why don't you come over here again? Why did you come here in the first place? Well, how come you're lost now?

Understandable reasoning. I honestly don't want to talk about why I came to the back street. It's pitiful and embarrassing to tell heterosexuals why, because I don't want to shake and leave, etc.

"I told my father I was going down the back street. Disagreed...... No, before that, if I leave the house for a few days, they won't cry much to worry about. That father... started crying and watched... so I..."

"Well, then I guess we should stop living on the back street."

In a gentle voice, Junko put his hand on his shoulder for ten nights.

"It's going to be tough to stay lost and keep doing the backyard business. I'm sorry, but I can't help it. But if you change your mind, you can always come visit us in this world, okay?

Junko smiled and agreed with me lightly. He threatened not to get out once he stepped in, or even said he was ready to be killed. It's a little clappy. I think so, meanwhile, it also seemed like Junko around to admit it lightly and let go.

"Even if I go back to the street, I think I'll call you back at my whim and have you fight with experiments, but it's nice to meet you then."

No - Junko didn't seem willing to let go. But because of that light and bright nori, I never had anxiety at ten nights.

"Why is Junko on the back street? Oh, my God, why are you a mad scientist?

"That's because I like it and I do it. I mean, the way I want to live, because I've been an explorer and researcher for hundreds of years. Hey. I live to solve all the mysteries of the world."

Junko speaks with a distant look.

"Two hundred years ago, it was an incredible dream story about people going to the moon, and three hundred years ago, flying in the air was even a fantasy. Until just ten years ago, even the post-mortem world wasn't scientifically proven - so this was just kept secret and not made public. So I also want to continue to solve every unknown realm of the world as long as I live, believing that there is scientific evidence of what paranormal phenomenon would be without an unsolvable mystery, unsolvable legality, etc. To evolve humanity into a higher dimension."

"It's so good to be able to live doing what you like and want to do"

What do you want to be in the future? Questions raised in scattered schools, both in elementary and secondary schools.

The answer for the ten nights was always "I don't know". I remember that most of my classmates had the same answer, or at best a government official who was a salaried man, with all the unsatisfactory answers.

"Whatever you want to do or like, it's another matter of whether you can do that, and life is funny because you can't hope inside. If anything is easy to hope for, it's boring. Finally, if you ever hope that it will be high hopes, it's more interesting to move on to that. Okay?

Pure Son speaking with a smile, but from the ten nights that I've lived dragging my repugnant thoughts, I can't believe in itself that I can think of such a positive thing.

"That's why I've lived with a bunch of unscrupulous goals, too, though on some sides. And... there were times when I couldn't give up even if I wanted to, and it was obsessive. A long time ago, someone I liked died. Come on, you couldn't give up and keep looking for that person's reincarnation. I was glad to find it took a thousand years. It's really about you."

Ten nights when I heard the words, I was in favor of Junko, I am discouraged. But looking at the interaction between True and Junko, they don't look very much like lovers.

"But if it's not what I want to do, you should definitely stop"

Again, I thought ten nights. It's not the path I chose as the way I want to live. I just stuck with the shake.

"I don't know what to say to shake..."

"I just have to tell you how I feel in grandeur. I'm from over there, and I'll see you later for a chat."

A familiar woman shows up from behind the aisle where a sign marked Despair stands.

"Apparently, it was a hit."

"Take it off me. That kid - I wanted to play with Makoto Aizawa. Well, I promised, and you're gonna let me play later, right?

To Junko's words, Rin Kishibe says so back, and looks at the person at ten nights and looks surprised.

"I wonder what happened. The black light that was shining beautifully is gone. I don't think it's worth keeping him alive."

Ten nights of silence in Rin's words.

"I thought it would be a waste of time to kill you, but I have nothing to worry about with this. Yeah."

"It's not worth keeping alive... how can you decide that?"

Ten nights is teething to the point that I can't think of any thoughtful words and can only say them back to that extent.

"Everyone can make their own decisions about the right to life of others, right? You mustn't kill people. What laws are there. Societies are more wrong, don't you think? Death isn't extinction in the first place, and if there's a post-mortem world to do it in, I think you should be free to kill and kill as many people as you want."

Ten nights are mute to speak with a flat mouth.

Since the post-mortem world was demonstrated ten years ago, there has been a sharp increase in suicides and in homicides. When I was a little girl, the Ten Nights reminds me of the dialogue Nantka professor, an expert Nantka on television, had often spoken with his face.

More people feel that both dying of their own lives and taking the lives of others will be to the point of pressing the reset button on their lives.

Residents on the back street now in front of the Ten Nights also apparently own such crazy thought circuits.

"People without black lights are no different than soulless dolls are moving. I just turned that off, and my conscience doesn't hurt, does it? You from the shooting range shined so black and beautiful. No body."

"Hmm, there's as many funny kids in the world as there are without black light? On the contrary, there are some kids whose souls are black or not funny at all. Mostly, I'd rather have a more creative world than just a killed-and-kill shrugged chick."

Junko was an obvious tone, as usual, but Rinko looks at Junko with a sharp expression. From Rin's point of view, Junko was one of the few people he could recognize, but it wasn't funny that he was slightly denied his thoughts.

"Ten nights, then, you haven't tried your last fight. Oh, if you don't want to, you can stop doing this."

"... no, we're only gonna hang out till the end today"

Ten nights moving forward and forth in front of Rin.

Until now all enemies have been monsters, but now they are resistant to beating because they look like human women themselves. But the other person is pointing a serious intent to kill himself. If you hesitate, you will be killed.

Ten nights steps to the right and to the left, approaching Rin with a feint.

I already know to some extent what kind of ability you have. I was truly taught that it is dangerous to be stopped from moving and dangerous to be read the movement because it is possible to attack across space and I do not know where the attack will come from.

Rin got his nostalgia. Ten nights of tension rise.

Almost at the same time as the gunfire sounded, I felt myself shocked at ten nights. Rin remains in his nostalgia. Ten nights, however, he was shot in the right foot calf and in great disarray.

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