Chapter 7: 7 6.

Truly taken, the shake was led to a private room. It's a simple Japanese room with a tablecloth and a futon in Tatami Six Tatami.

"Bye."

True to try to walk away as soon as I'm done guiding you.

"Oh, wait. Senior Aizawa, let me talk to you because of this. I'm not exaggerating when I say I've decided to fall into the back streets admiring my senior."

"What are you talking about?"

Stopped by a shake, True stops his leg and looks back.

"How did you fall into the back street, how did you become so famous in the back street? Come on, I'm interested. I'd also like to help."

"Why should I tell you such a story?"

The truth sighs troublesome at the shaking he talks to as a delight.

"What? I'm not a cute junior in the same euthanasia."

"That's all you got. Besides, it's my first meeting."

"Well, at least tell me the secret to being a major on the back street."

"Yukioka will arrange for you to do that. After he remodeled many of the backstreet residential applicants who have been here so far, he has also helped sell his backstreet debut. It's just - all I can say is it's more important to survive before then. Well, you either survive or die."

True to walk through the side of the shake and into the room to lower your hips. When I look at it, the shake laughs at the garlic, and sits face-to-face with the truth in a quick motion.

"Do you know that just because we met? Is it also unsuitable for your personality?

"I've seen a lot of guys in this world, but the ones who survive, they have a lot of bright guys and natural types, that is, strong acne. Conversely, nihilist temptations and hard boiled intoxicators tend to die fast. It feels like you have both of those properties."

"I don't know the theory that nature survives."

Even when it was called natural, the shaking did not laugh or anger.

"I don't know, actually. First of all, I didn't fall into the back streets because I wanted to be famous. I became famous on the back street because if I worked under Snow Oka, my name would be known as a result."

"Heh, but that means Senior Aizawa is amazing, right? Yeah, I knew it was what I thought. I'm glad."

"I often get that familiar with the first person I meet..."

"I've always admired you about seniors. Come on. I've never seen you before. You don't want juniors admiring you on their own?

"I don't hate it, but I feel weird."

The picturesque talk of naiveté soothes the surrounding humans. He was really in contact with the shake and felt his feelings soothe.

"We were famous in our middle school for talking about crushing some backstreet organizations by ourselves and stuff like the movie world. Isn't it natural for you to want to be or yearn to be? Blah, blah, blah. I want to be a senior apprentice."

Those who come to visit their lives under Junko instead of chips were the truth that they had seen for countless times before, but they were the first to admire themselves, let alone to make me a disciple.

True I didn't think it would be sneaky to say no, but honestly taking an apprentice is troublesome and above all illuminating.

"Do you really want to drop out of middle school, live in the back street, or something like that?

"But even seniors do."

"Don't be with me. After I dropped out of high school, it was a short period of time, but I was a good mercenary and learned a lot on the battlefield."

"Senior, I don't think mercenaries are educated..."

The boulder shake also gives me a bitter laugh.

"It would have been a lot more meaningful than studying at school. It's not a very good memory of killing a soldier who's not even ten years old."

"Then I want to learn more meaningfully than school, too, seniors, please. Hey?"

"Well, can I take care of it for a little while..."

I lost my roots, and the truth broke.

"Wow, yay! This moment I even dreamed of it! No, I believed it would definitely be!

Gatspaws and joyful shakes.

Innocence, some kind of emotional expression and a straightforward and grand shake, the truth was that I had a fondness from the beginning. Because of the truth itself, I can't put my emotions inside the table. Therefore, I am strongly attracted to shaking the opposite of myself.

"Then let's go to the shooting range. I'll tell you from the ground up. And how to deflect a bullet."

"How to deflect a bullet, huh?

A wobble that looks up at the truth that stands up and raises a bareback.

"What, you're understudied. Identifying the angle of the muzzle, the motion to pull the trigger, and the moments of killing, the technique of turning bullets is fundamental in the back streets. Take a pill called" Outlet, "it's an artist who can do it. I don't drink basically."

I also knew the name of the outlet. It's an illegal drug that boosts concentration, and I heard it was out in the back street, but I didn't even know it was for that purpose.

"Try it. I don't need water because it dissolves in saliva"

True offers one tablet to shake. While I doubt it will work as soon as I drink it, I swallow it as I was told.

Then the effect immediately appeared. The shaking head becomes very clear and the consciousness crosses.

Besides, the truth shakes and waves his fist. A hook aimed at the temples, but the shake twists and squeezes the upper body sparingly.

"You think I let that happen without drugs?

"No, you can't. Absolutely not. This... wow. I think it's easier to hit it than just scratch it."

Shake to answer in a rare and sober tone. I usually feel excited, but I feel calm and my emotions are under control. But I'm not excited at all.

"If you become a Don Patti, your enemies will be taking the same outlet. And fear doesn't completely disappear either. It's just somewhat subdued. Don't get too overconfident."

"But why aren't seniors drinking? Why did you have it if you didn't drink it?

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"I don't have to rely on drugs to do the same thing. I'm just carrying it for emergency use when there's some kind of incident and I can't move as I think. You could even hand it to someone when they're gone, right?

That's all I'm saying, the truth is I signal you to follow me with my fingers and leave the room. Shaking followed it and happily followed the true aftermath.

Rin Kishibe was summoned to Okumura, his employer, the day after the evil hobby show of the pleasure-providing organization Hormaline Pickled President ended.

The luxurious rooms were decorated in a variety of ways.

A completely naked man and woman with a half fluttered on one side of the wall. They're not statues, they're all real people, they live properly. My eyes are only moving as Rin visits, and there are signs that I'm breathing.

From a giant plant pot grows the upper body of a boy who would still be less than ten years old instead of a plant. This is alive too. The race is unknown, but we only know it's not Japanese. He gives Rin a rugged look as he passes by.

In addition to the colorful tropical fish in the tank, a naked woman with her hands and feet severed from her roots lay on a mask that would be sending oxygen. This was a total no-reaction, but it must be regarded as a living figurine as well.

Rin is visiting this room for the second time, so there is no emotion in seeing them. I frowned slightly the first time, but that's all.

"Yesterday's show reacted well. We're talking about you, too."

Okumura, head of the seventh branch of the president pickled in formalin, opens his mouth.

This evil hobby room of decorating living humans was also laid out by this man, he said, and when Rin first visited, he was proud of himself with a humble laugh.

"Whoever contracts me to murder in public is precious Death Ne. Normally I don't like Masga"

I was apart from that Okumura, the other one opens his mouth better.

It is not Japanese because of the way it is spoken. Sitting on the couch, with his eyes on the holographic display projected into the universe, he doesn't even look at Rin. He is wearing a mask that imitates the clown. As far as exposed skin and hair from the mask, I can tell it's black.

"This is my boss. He's a top executive at headquarters."

Okumura approaches Rin and tells him.

Rin was guessing, needless to say, that as far as the atmosphere and each other's positions were concerned, they would not be Okumura's men.

"It was made into a show in front of a lot of people, and the video was distributed, Lel. Yoi is the one who showcases his abilities on such occasions, but he won't find it hard to do your job in the future, Deska?

The masked man asks in a calm tone.

"Nothing. It's not the ability to be seen or troubled. It's not even my power."

I thought I'd give them back the answers to their representations, and Rin answers that to his surprise. I'm not lying. Some nuances ask how the other person reacts.

"Confirm again Shimas, Junko Yukooka continues to release his mouse to the seventh branch and Kimas. Or her joker, Makoto Aizawa, might come as an assassin, Lenai. We'll have those opponents, and the way they look at it, it's not even for us as a show. Is that all right, Descane?

But the masked man has only been unilaterally double-checking. Rin smiled sarcastically, wondering if this was the case because he had not returned any interesting answers.

"If a job keeps you up, there's nothing I have to say either. It's a diagram that nobody's gonna undermine, right? Junko Suzuoka can test the mouse, and you guys can make money making it into a show, I get gala and stimulation. It's not a nice idea to make everyone happy."

Except for the one who kills me - and adds, not in his mouth.

Inside, Rin and the other one in Rin are uncomfortable with this organization, but how could Rin say this about the others? So much so that when falling into the back streets, the murders visited the Yukooka Institute for the purpose.

How much difference does it make between those who lay down their own hands, those who enjoy watching others lay down their hands, those who make business of it? When it's all equally out-of-town, I find myself mocking.

"It is certainly Death who is in a symbiotic relationship while hostile. On the side of being fed and truncated are Miss Snow Oka's mice and end constituents. Ah Limassi."

(Are you trying to say that we are in a safe zone and on the food side?)

Angry voices echo in Rin. Rin has agreed to work, but the other didn't seem to care what this structure was.

"If there's nothing else I can do for you, can I spare you?

Rin offers to leave, caring for the other one in himself.

Perhaps the reason I was summoned here is because the top executives of the Taoist mask directly deserve it. I know that's all the attention you get, but I honestly don't care from Rin.

Rin left the room after exchanging farewell greetings for a social dictionary that wasn't enough to take.

(I get more and more revulsion. And that's dangerous. You're going to fight the mouse that Junko Yukioka made again.)

"Nothing, okay? It's fun to fight people like me again."

Rin shrugged and grinned so much as he walked in the building of the seventh branch of the President pickled in formalin.

"Exciting. It's more fun because it's dangerous. I'd like someone more teethy next time."

(So I have trouble getting you to die. I haven't even found an heir yet)

I can catch a heavy sigh in Rin.

"What does Mr. Machida want from me? You want to find a good match, get married, and plant witchcraft on a born child?

(That would be ideal. Well, I don't have to be your kid, but I'd prefer a good swallowing kid or a young man if I could. Witchcraft training takes a lot of time.)

"Though I've never thought about marriage or kids, and I don't seem to have that kind of connection. It may not meet Mr. Machida's expectations."

(If you live long enough, you might be able to get that kind of edge. I wouldn't have died prematurely. My efforts to stay in this world in this way will not come to mind.)

Another person present in Rin - it is neither a multiple personality nor a ghost possessed by Rin. Two years ago, he was transplanted into Rin's brain, where he visited the Yukioka Institute, where he lived in the brain tissue of a magician named Hiroji Machida.

Hiroki Machida was born into the lineage of a monogamous witchcraft school and has mainly performed VIP protection work, but before training his successor, he was pronounced dysfunctional and had several months to live.

I have already lost my predecessors, and the cultivation of a sorcerer is a substitute that takes more than a decade since I was a child, not very much, but impossible during my life.

Still, he knocked on the gate of the Yukooka Institute, searching for a way to keep this school alive.

As a result, with the procedure of transplanting spirit and power to others, Machida thinks that he could live forever, and besides, the transplanted opponent was a woman with a desire to kill, but still rather than die like that.

(In the meantime, I'll exercise my powers independently of your will when it's in danger, so stay with me. I just want to avoid dying of you at all costs)

"I mean, what do you do, Mr. Machida, when I get married and make kids? Do you desperately look and pretend not to look? If I were in Mr. Machida's shoes, I'd be like," Wow. "

(No... I never thought about that... Are you listening to me?)

Unwilling to listen seriously to himself, Machida once again took a heavy sigh in Rin's head.

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