Chapter 2174: 2174 20.

I think it's true while taking classes. It's a big coincidence.

The student sitting in the back seat met again in the morning. He was a boy named Masaki Nakaseko who appeared and spoke when he was with Akira and Tsugumi.

(I guess it's finally an enemy of the shaking and cliffs... but I don't feel like a resident in the back street. But it doesn't seem to be completely stubborn.)

With that in mind, when the truth looked back, Masaki and I sat on the chair in a leisurely manner.

"What is it?"

Looking at the truth, Masaki frowned.

"Do you know what you're doing?

Quietly asking the truth, Masaki turned clearly into a disgruntled face.

"I know. I'm trying to draw the cliffside gummies into the tissue in a less impressive way."

I mean, you don't like the way it is.

"Well.... But the way the leader, the political horse, has always worked well, and given that, it is difficult to oppose it. Well, the horse is a horse, and there are many drawbacks, and there are aspects that we support it....."

Honestly acknowledging the true allegations, Masaki said with a sigh.

"If you're going to solicit, why don't you just solicit?

"I think so, too. I can't tell you why..."

That was why Masaki didn't like it. I don't even know Akane, she's involved in the third part of the mission. It was prepared for that. But Masaki is now skeptical as to whether it will work or not.

(I saw that cliffside tsugumi with a stronger heart than I thought. Masao seemed to underestimate someone he had never met, imagining himself in his head. If you fail, it will hurt your eyes.)

Masaki, who resents the horse, thinks so.

"Have you ever killed anyone?

"No. Why are you asking me that?

Masaki is amazed at the truly abrupt question.

"Are you going to kill me now?

"I don't think so."

While asking questions, I knew it was true. Masaki is not of that type. Even a magician, he is not in the back street.

"You don't have complete control over your abilities, do you? I could have killed him by mistake."

"I don't think so..."

I warn you, Masaki says it is painful.

"Are you acting on the orders of Snowflake Society? Instead of following the organization's orders and regretting it, it is better to make your own decisions. Be honest with yourself. Don't make me regret this."

"This is my will."

It is unusual to be true, intentionally giving soft voice to advise, but Masaki said clearly.

"I was interested in cliffside gummies. As people with similar powers, I wanted to fight each other, but then different people came out... well, that's interesting, but the truth is, it's just cliffside gummies."

"You finally wanted to compare power?

"That's what I'm here for."

"Isn't it dangerous for someone who's transformed into possession and become a phantom?

"That's not true. The image absorbs a certain amount of damage. There are limits, of course. Direct missile strikes and so on are unacceptable."

What about the shooting?

"I'm sure you'll be all right."

While blaming him for the questions, Masaki answered honestly without any nasty face.

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(This guy has no front or back, just like Shaking. Because its personality appears on the surface, it makes me like it, and I don't hate it)

Looking at Masaki, I think it's true.

"Isn't it because you have frustrations and doubts about what you're doing?

"That's too much to think about. It's out of line."

To the true question, Masaki smiled and denied it.

"It's not normal to talk so much to your enemies."

"That's your common sense. We should sow some, but we don't just want to play games where we win or lose. I want to enjoy the game."

In response to the true allegation, Masaki played with his index finger and middle finger and said.

(I see. I heard he likes table talk RPG and plays games and scenarios. In a way, Yukioka seems to have a pulse)

It was truly convincing to think so.

Two years old classroom.

Well then, let's ask Angelina the next question.

Jap!

Angelina stood up cheerfully and wrote a sentence on the blackboard, as the English teacher at the head of the bar code pointed out.

"Angelina can't speak words, but it was amazing that she learned Japanese in less than a year. Now that I remember Kanji, I also passed the Kanji Grade 4 test."

Awesome

"He looks like that, but he's smart.

"I only say Jap, but I study Japanese properly."

"I heard that many English-speaking people don't want to remember other languages by making fun of them, but isn't Angelina different?"

"Even though you're a lassist, you're a super lassist, right, Angelina?

"Super racist!? After all....."

"Well, you were a super racist. Amazing, Angelina."

"Jap ~"

Appreciated by everyone in the class and whispering words of praise, Angelina is completely carefree, making a circle on her head with both hands and putting her fingertips on top of her head. The students laugh at the gentle appearance.

At that time, Angelina's chest hurt. Something stabbed me.

Life is very good now. It's a nice, full day. But I feel like I've forgotten something important. It was lost after Angelina was scouted by Tsuruga and passed through these two comforts.

But when I think about it, I feel like I'm going to break it all at once. I think it is better not to remember it as it is, and it is better to remember it properly.

"Ju... p"

Sit down and look out the window. Since it is a seat by the window, you can see immediately outside the window.

There is a ground. Looking at it, there's even more awkwardness that you can't remember.

Beyond the ground is the net. It's for baseball club activities.

At that time, the forgotten presence in Angelina came back to life. I remembered it all at once so I could play it.

A few smiles. Laughter. A voice that calls its own name. The sound of hitting the ball. I slipped in and borrowed a shower covered in mud. I went fishing and drowned. A few memories. No, it's too early to call it a memory.

"Ja...."

I blamed myself for forgetting, but I started my fingertip phone. I received a lot of emails. It was sent by the people as expected.

My hands are shaking. Angelina didn't have the courage to open her e-mail. I was afraid to see it. Even though I accidentally forgot, how do you think I feel when I silently become a wrongdoer who has been missing for days? What kind of words are written? I didn't want to see it and I didn't want to know. But even if I hadn't seen it, Angelina's heart had a definite wedge.

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