Chapter 64: 64 15

"All gestures unleashed on Junko Yukioka and the remnants of the mustard engine, Makoto Aizawa and two others, were turned back. All the magicians in charge of the Yukioka side are missing, and all the people in charge of Aizawa have returned safely."

Makoto, a high-ranking spellman of star coal, drowned his head in front of Koike and Changko, reporting so.

The beginning of this battle was a real pot in the first place. He reported to the mustard engine that Junko Yukioka was stuffed, and insisted that the stigma should be restored and honor restored.

If the star coal could prove to be above his facility and its founder, Junko Yukioka, it would also return to the honorable responsibility of state guardianship, persuading the clan to come around and plan a raid.

Substantial commanders were also actually true pots. All mercenary arrangements were also made by this man. But whosoever knoweth it, only Changko and Koike, and the people of the clan believe that it was Changko who carried them out.

When it was better to do so in order to serve as a handle for Changzi, who is near the side of our Lord Yayumi, it did so through prophecy by a real pot like no other.

Both Koike and Changko had full confidence in this man who was only thorough on the back and showed amazing skill and action, and loyalty to the star charcoal more strongly than anyone else.

A black room with black curtains blocking every part of the room like ornaments. You can tell by walking along the curtain that it is positioned on the vortex.

At its center is Changko, where Koike and Makoto are slightly closer to Changko, so that the black curse magicians surround Changko in a remote position, casting a spell to amplify the power of the ritual.

The curtains stick. There was wind indoors. Dozens of spirits are flying, and that's accompanied by material force, shaking the air violently.

"There's a slight difference, but it's generally going well."

Changko, who is exercising his technique, says in an administrative tone. Usually, her hair on her back is now upside down under the influence of a flying spirit around her, and she's squeaking hard.

"There's already information out there in the back society. It is known that all those employed by our star charcoal have been robbed of their will by surgery. They must have tipped us off so we couldn't replenish the soldiers. There was nothing wrong with this to some extent, but it was unexpected that they acted in a second-hand fashion."

Changko tells him in a calm tone, keeping his eyes tightly closed as if to meditate. All the spirits flying around Changko had expressions of anger, pain, despair and sadness.

"Because they're split up, the power of the technique they're about to perform will be weakened."

And, old Koike.

"Right, Koike. I just want to put the two together in one place to make sure it's done."

"If I could do that, I wouldn't have a hard time. At least I can't think of a better way."

"I can't even think of that. We'll just have to disperse this one, too. Certainty diminishes, but this technique will nevertheless be quite powerful. They're intact, too."

"Let me advance in awe"

Makoto caught his mouth in a conversation between Koike and Changko in a playful way.

"I was in charge of Aizawa, but their fighting power is beyond the bounds of common sense. Clean up almost twice as many people as you..."

"Maybe he's not a person."

Koike said emotionally.

"That's what happened to those protecting Snow Oka. Though as expected, he had awakened the supernormal powers due to the remnants of the mustard engine. Makoto Aizawa and others are more natural."

"It doesn't have to be a person to be a person. It doesn't make a difference to be a being equipped with flesh and spirit. There is no reason for us to be unbeatable if we are equipped with spirit and flesh."

Changko smiles and tells. The sight of dozens of spirits flying around, centered on Changko, Zazen, is breathtaking even from a star charcoal operator.

(Overconfident. You're young, even if you're talented. Until these guys grow up enough, I can't die yet. for the star charcoal curse and for this country)

Looking down at Changko, Koike sneaks a sigh. The growth of the disciple is delightful, but on the other hand the immature part often catches my eye.

"When this technique was released, their surprised faces seemed to come to their attention. Koike, Makoto-san, please continue the procedure."

"Accepted"

Give a gentle thank you, and the real pot returns its heel.

"Changko is the commander now. You don't have to give orders."

"Oh, and Koike, isn't it yummy to abandon me?

Changko smiled and laughed when Koike was caught in the face, such as taking a bottle.

"Well, a real pot"

Koike calls off the real pot he tried to walk away from.

"It's Changko. After all, it doesn't taste good to kill this power in two any more, in conjunction with the enemy splitting up in two hands. This is a good place to concentrate on one or the other and make sure you have a good hand in defeating the other."

"Right. If Koike says so, let's do so."

Accept Koike's prophecy so lightly that he may not even seem to think much about it.

"Then, as far as I'm concerned, it would be better to aim for Makoto Aizawa first. There's no such thing as an awakener of extraordinary power."

And, the real pot also advances.

"Let's do that."

This is another instant two replies nodding Changko.

"Now let me use the hand they used. We will place the astral charcoal operators in a large number of prominent places, and send word that the astral charcoal magicians are gathering there to attract them to a land with a strong spiritual magnetic field that will increase the effectiveness of the technique."

"Hmm. Then there's a good chance Aizawa won't come first."

Koike will look like he was impressed with the proposal offered by Makoto. Between Changzi and the others, there is a speculation that Junko takes one hand in the escape, while True comes after the center of the star coal.

"Assuming Snow Oka is about to slap us on the head from a different point of view, then at the same time, we can stop by - no, it's just not as convenient as it sounds."

"It's not like that. When we find out where we're based, we might meet up and come back."

"It's a form of letting the other party take care of what happens. I'm looking forward to seeing which one eats up on the information first."

Changko lies with an invincible grin.

(You and Junko Yukioka. I'm looking forward to seeing which one screws up. Either way, it's not going to be a bad development for me)

Makoto laughed and spoke to Changko and Koike without speaking to her voice.

The Mihos decided to spend the night in a cheap hotel that I don't think thrives, facing near the national highway that runs along the banks of the river plains.

Sometimes four men and women, including teenagers, were about to say no, but the moment Junko somehow showed the manager a lot, the manager's attitude changed dramatically, and he led me to the top floor room in a terrible awe.

It's not a hotel with hands on the back street, it's just a cheap business hotel, so if you're here and you don't know when the raid will come, Junko was encouraging you to be on your guard beforehand, so you couldn't calm down and sleep with him or anything, but you can't still not get some sleep and rest.

Miho exerts the power of protection in an unconscious state, even when he is asleep, and can protect everyone from spiritual attacks. But it doesn't reach the point of detecting an enemy raid while sleeping.

"I'm not joining the fight. I'll take the watch. I'm used to staying up all night. Everybody get some rest."

Junko said so, but Miho is nervous and can't really sleep.

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One of these days, giving up sleeping, Miho leaves his room and heads to Samurai's room.

"Samurai, are you awake?

Speak up with Knock.

"Become, what?

Samurai, who was watching the eighteen forbidden videos with his lower half rounded out, turned off the display he had projected into the air in a great panic, put on his pants and trousers and responded with an uphill voice.

"I'm coming in. I need to talk to you for a second."

"Hahaha, can I hope for some happy development or something?

Miho sighs when he sees samurai getting nervous.

"I'm sorry if I was expecting it, but it's completely colourless."

"Oh well - that's too bad...... But I'm a man, too, so I don't know what I'm gonna do with the thread of reason."

"Pfft, if you have that kind of guts, do it."

Miho laughs, but her eyes weren't laughing. Instead, samurai complains when he sees that he was even angry.

"What are you going to do? Earlier in the fight."

"What?

"Such an unscrupulous way to fight. Junko cautioned, too, that no matter how close you say to immortality, you're not perfectly immortal, right? Even when the wounds on your body are healed, your energy consumption works and your health drains."

"Yeah, that's why I need to eat a lot. Haha, he's going to get fatter and fatter. No, is it going to be a diet?

"Don't be silly!

To a small, but sharp reprimand, Samurai shrugs himself.

"Are you drunk on power? You want to die alone?

"It's not like that."

A bitter samurai. The laughter of Samurai at that time, as he mocks himself, is reflected in Miho's eyes.

"I'm just receiving that this is my role. Because I'm this kind of body, I have to protect everyone even if I'm a little impotent. Everybody dies when they get shot by a bullet."

"I know that, but it's too much."

"But if you can't, but I have to work hard... if you compromise somewhere and someone dies as a result, I'm going to drag that on for the rest of my life. If that's what happens, you'd better die."

It was in a quiet tone, but there was a flame of determination in Samurai's eyes. Miho sees it and sighs with a different nuance than earlier.

"That's the same from me, though? That's not what you said to me before you left here. I don't know if I can get on my own. As a result of your impotence..."

"No, not the way I receive it and Miho's"

Say what Miho says.

"Miho knows why I came to the mustard engine, right?

A story with no context popped up, but Miho lost his word.

Even if I didn't ask, Miho knew why Takero came to the mustard period.

"A sixteen-year-old boy, driving unlicensed, breaks into a line of kindergartners and kills seven orphans"

"Unforgiven Mass Murderer, Takero Kanamachi"

"Sentenced to death by Takero Kanamachi. It does not subside in a single death sentence. A painful cry of the bereaved to execute the death penalty for the seven killed '

- Two years ago, such headlines were leaping mad and talked about on TV, in newspapers, in magazines and online.

Takero was brought to the mustard agency as an experimental bench instead of secretly missing the death penalty. Many former death row inmates, who were experimental benches in mustard institutions, were not the only ones who came in exchange for large sums of money, but at no cost.

Of course, neither Miho nor Kunihiro touched on the matter at all. The usual samurai was bright and constructive, a boy that would soothe everyone just to be there, and he didn't look like such a mass murderer.

"You know, I was in high school bullying. The reason is no big deal. One of the bad guys had his eyes on the girl, which means she cared about me. That's what I don't care about, and I chose to be the target of bullying."

I'm losing my word. I take my gaze off Miho, and I relax and talk to Samurai.

"You may not believe it, but I used to be smarter, didn't I? It pulled and stopped moving, and I had binge eating because of stress, like this."

and, laughing, samurai pinches his fat belly with both hands, letting him rub it puffy.

"Even if you get bullied and refuse to go to school, my parents care about their decency and blame me for not going to school. It was a country, so I don't care about the public anymore. The eyes of your neighbors and relatives. It's hard on me, but I care twice as much about other people's eyes. I always thought. How can you abuse a child at your own convenience without trying to protect it when you are a parent? One of these days I'm gonna hate everything in the world, and I'm gonna come up with the most damaging way for my parents to do it."

That's all I talked about, Miho didn't miss a moment of a distorted grin on Takero's face. This is the first time Miho has ever seen such a look from a samurai who always had a soft grin with Nico. It just usually makes me feel extra relieved.

The most damaging way to do it - you don't have to ask what that is. It is hard to believe that Miho came up with and executed such a thing when he saw the samurai he describes in this way.

"Even if I got caught, my parents didn't come to see me at all. I didn't even come to court during the trial. All the parents of the children killed were here, though they were cursing at me. There's no way our parents can stand that air. You must want to make sure I wasn't there. That's what it was like, for parents, to be me."

And, inadvertently, Takero looked up and saw Miho. The nostalgic round face was infinitely closer to the crying face.

"It seemed like a parent who loved her child very much was cursing at me, but I had a great time. I was going to crush it with guilt. Even when they sentenced me to death, I didn't think it was enough. And a few days before the execution - there were a lot of difficult procedures for underage executions, two years after the sentence, and Junko showed up before me and said this." There's something you can do to help the world. "I'm glad that's everything. I wanted to make amends anyway."

Wet the tears that flooded me in the middle of the conversation.

"Then I came here and I could meet everyone. It was supposed to be a life of atonement, but then it was a fun day. It's hard to say this, but my son, Miho, and Junko were the guys I could call my buddies. That's why... I want to protect everyone. I've been given that power by Junko."

"I know how you feel. But, you know, so if you die, it's just self-gratification. If you try it on us, you mean a foolish fellow who died unscrupulously, and all you bring is grief. Can you make amends for doing that?

In a harsh tone, Miho says.

"Atonement is nothing but self-satisfaction in the first place."

Miho was relieved to see that Samuro's face, who said so, was finally returning to his usual look.

"Okay, Miho. I won't be such an impotent person from now on. Try not to run alone."

"I'm glad you understand. Good night, then."

"Huh? Huh? Huh? Just that?

Takero speaks out to Miho, who tries to leave the room in an unsympathetic manner. Miho did not fit in and left the room.

"Ugh... Still, I expected it...! Ha..."

With a smile on his face, but seriously depressed, Samurai reflexed his holographic display, lowered his pants and pants, and resumed watching and working.

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