Dawn Yu, Fujishi Husband, Ryujiro Suzuki and Akiichi Serizawa all started moving immediately. Walk to the nearest station and take the train down line.
We're going to commissioned murder. Even though he told me to just watch, Shore husband is much more nervous.
"Mr. Shore, if you have any questions, please ask them while you can. I'll answer as best I can."
Although Ryujiro speaks with a gentle smile, there are only a few questions he can ask because he is on a train with passengers all around him.
"What's your membership level?
"I just got twelve. I mean, you can think of two abilities."
Push up your glasses with your fingers, and Sharp Ichi answers.
"I'm fifteen if I get this request done. You've got the third ability."
And, Ryujiro.
Shosho husband looking at Yu, but Yu glances away and nags, not trying to answer.
"Don't touch that level too much."
"I'm sorry you're such a pain in the ass."
Sharp Ichi gives out a help boat and Yu apologizes.
"The other two... are they all minors?
"Five out of six are now minors. Looks like there's some adults outside our group."
"I can't rely on the only adult. Well, he's a moderate guy, and for that matter, there's a side to it that you don't have to worry about."
Ryujiro and Akiichi each answer. Despite the people in the murder club and elsewhere, I felt a little strange that it was moderate, but when I was dealing with it this way, both Ryujiro and Yu were moderate themselves. Sharp one, though somewhat nervous, dignified and sarcastic.
As the four of us had an unusual conversation, we arrived at the desired station.
It is a despicable country town. There are hardly any people around, and there are many greens.
"By the way, why did you join the murder club? Is there someone you want to kill? Or do you yearn to kill me?
"Erm..."
Asked sharply, Kishifu conceives. It's outside the earliest train, so I can have some uncomfortable conversations.
"Ooh? Why would you think that?
"Are you so nervous that you can't answer me or something?
Ryujiro and Akiichi are surprised by Shoshifu's reaction.
Meanwhile, Yu also confirms in a corner of his sight that Yu is softening, and Ryuji finds that suspicious again.
"What was... that? I wonder why. I don't know. But I... it was like a natural flow coming here, and I knew about the murder club."
"Didn't you read Ichi Dog's novel? Ah?
Yu opens his mouth.
"That's it. That must be it."
A shore husband slapping his hand with a pong.
"I'm sure? Are you amnesia or something?
Suspicious Ryujiro. Sharp also looks at Kishifu in a frigid way.
"No, but I do remember reading the murder club novel. That's all bees. Others... I don't remember a lot"
After asserting himself, Kishi said that he looked anxious.
Amnesia - it sure is. Kishifu doesn't remember himself very well.
And until they pointed that out, Shore husband never even wondered. I wasn't sure who I was, but I didn't even think deeply about it, and I didn't bother.
This requested murder is also specified in time and place. I don't even know the courier, and the other guy is with a former member of the murder club.
"Uh oh, how can you even specify the time and place when someone who was a homicide club is the target?
Yu puts his doubts in his mouth with pomposity.
"Me, too. That was a question."
Sharp Ichi puts his hand on his glasses and glances at Yu.
Requested Murder is heard by Mad Scientist Junko Yukioka, owner of the Murder Club, when he also undertakes a vengeful murder contract. In that case, the client may be looking at it somewhere, but the time and location may be specified. In any case, the request itself, which contains the designation of the time and place, is rare.
"Perhaps it's because Junko checked out the easy timing to aim at, which is the designation of time and place"
And, Ryujiro.
"No, even so, specifying the time and location means you already know the person's behavior schedule, right? I wonder if someone who breaks the rules of a homicide club and ends up making such a regular move."
Sharp Ichi said. You have broken the rules, and you naturally know that you are in a position to be targeted. I wonder if you live your daily life while in such a position.
"We've had a few before, the solemnity of those who violated the rules of the Murder Club, but it was just people who didn't feel like they were in danger. That's probably why I'm the kind of guy who can flat out ignore the rules and stuff."
"If you ask me, I will."
Ryujiro tells me, Sharp One is convinced.
"Uh oh, honestly...... it's the type I don't understand. I knew if I broke the rules in advance, they'd kill me, but there wasn't a special circumstance, but I can't believe I broke the rules, hey?
Yu said with a worrying look.
(Pretty. I've been wondering about this girl ever since I met her. Love)
On the other hand, Kishifu does not participate in the conversation and even stares at Yu.
(I care about the occasional darkening of your expression. I wonder why. My chest hurts so bad when I look at this kid's dark face)
As Kishifu stares at him, Yu notices his gaze and turns to Kishifu. Her gaze matched, and Shore husband did not deliberately try to take her gaze off, although she smiled lightly. Because I've always wanted to watch her keep my eyes on me.
"I don't understand either. Somehow, I guess."
"It's fundamentally different from us, isn't it? You must be retarded."
"Right. It's strange to say that you're an active homicide club, but normally, if you belong to a group, you follow the rules."
"That's crazy, for sure. Even if you follow the rules of the murder club, you're breaking the laws of the country."
Seeing Ryuji and Sharp Ichi talk, these two contrast in appearance, but I wonder if I feel comfortable, Kishifu thinks.
"I don't think it's weird to follow the rules of a murder club if you break the law and kill people."
"Convinced of both the rules and perks of the murder club, we went in on our own choices, so we have to follow them. The country rules, on the other hand, are a strange substitute for someone making this on their own, and they don't live convinced. I didn't choose to break the country's rules beforehand, so I think it's okay to break them moderately."
An understated tone, yet an excellent way to articulate your thoughts.
"That's funny, this guy. He looks like a grown-up and he's not insulted."
Unexpectedly, Sharp Ichi turns to Shore Husband, and says Yu with his thumb. Kishifu was very convinced and Yu was annoyed by the lighting.
A small house without a garden, built in the mountains. The four of them stand behind a large tree that soars in its front, waiting for the target to return home.
According to the time specification of the request, the target will be home in about thirty minutes. 6pm. Already the sun is about to set and the area is dim.
At last, in the time of coming to murder, Shore husband tension increases. Even though I am thorough with the tour, I am uncomfortable.
On the other hand, the fact that it belonged to an unrealistic group of homicide clubs and the like is still hard to realize. Two contradictory feelings exist.
It's amazing when you think about it calmly. Only those who are lucky enough to belong to this club will be given permission to kill under conditionality. Free homicide is determined by the number of times a month depending on the membership level, and you have to step in advance of the homicide application process, etc., but if you even get permission to do so, you are not to blame for killing the person you want to kill. I got myself a hell of a privilege.
Kishifu doesn't think about it. Why did you belong to such an organization? And there may be someone who wants to kill. I don't think about it.
(That's crazy. You should think about it normally. No, I can't remember before I think about it. And I don't think it matters. This is crazy. But I don't want to think deeply...)
I learn confusion, but the confusion suddenly disappears.
"It's okay."
A powerful voice is called and the shore husband is distracted. He was excellent. To a completely different voice from Yu's previous one, Kishifu turns his eyes round and looks Yu.
The girl had a smile that she really understood, and she was certainly staring at herself. Seeing that smile, Shore husband's heart is filled.
(Why not? I feel like I've known this kid for a long time)
To think so is not even surprising at all, shore husbands feel.
Here he comes.
Sharp Ichi whispers in a whisper.
In front of the house, a farmer showed up on his way home from work.
"I haven't noticed this one. You can strike by surprise, and you almost won at this point."
Sharp Ichi giggles.
"Don't be alarmed. It looks like he's posing as the wind showing a gap and inviting him."
Noticed with a preferentially crisis-free voice, Akeichi becomes a blatantly annoying face.
"Well you're right. But there are three of us, and I don't care if you're asking me out, I can take the lead in this position."
"Like Sharp Ichi and Takuma, there may be things like reflexing an attack, or cursing and returning it. So, who's going?
When Ryujiro asks as he looks at each sharp one, Sharp One releases his killing temper toward the farmer.
On the other hand, Mr. Shore doesn't even realize the killing spirit of Sharp One, and I wonder if Takuma is a member who isn't here.
"Whew!?
Suddenly the farmer, with a scream, fell into depression in a way that blew him out of his head, as if he had been hit in the head with something he couldn't see.
"Oh, my God, are you kidding..."
The farmer groans.
"I expected it, but what are you walking relaxed about - hey"
Ryujiro in a swallowing voice.
The farmer looks up. He bleeds hard and his face is bloody. Turning to the three lurking bushes, soon afterwards something invisible struck the farmer again and hit him directly in the head. The farmer's head shakes as hard as he was beaten from the top, and he is knocked down again by a depression.
The shock is not just one shot. I eat many shots in my head at the same time. It was like being hit in the head with multiple shots of something like a small stone.
"Oh, are you one-sided without even fighting back?"
"Enjoy the fight, but if you can do it thoroughly without risking it, you better do it"
To Ryujiro, who tells him to tear up, Akeichi answers with a straight face and puts his hand on his glasses.
In the third sharp first attack, the farmer lost consciousness. Repeat for a further fourth or fifth time, each time the farmer's body shakes. But the farmer himself no longer moves. Nothing moves.
"It's just over."
Ryujiro out of the bush. Looking down at the tragic corpse of a farmer who collapses with his head smashed and bloody, seeing that his serene expression would not change, Shojiro could realise that Ryujiro was also a member of the murder club.
"Good luck to you."
"Oh, you're annoying"
I cleaned up on my own. Sharply, Yu and Kishifu speak the words of Negi.
"That's a clap. Now nine per homicide is delicious."
Sharp also leaves the bush.
"Because it got hit well, and if it was one-on-one from the front, you might have struggled, right? It's level 11, and it's been modified twice."
Ryujiro says.
"By the way, what violation?
"He said it was a free murder, and he killed four people without a murder application. All I know in the same town, in a month."
"You had some grudge, and you couldn't contain it, or you got addicted to murder. Either way, stupid."
Ryujiro answered Kishio's question, throwing up in a nihil tone as Sharp One put his hand on his glasses.
The four of them then leave the body unattended and try to head straight home to the station.
(Is that...?
As he walks, his shore husband's consciousness fades.
(It floats. Up. Not on top of gravity down. The face in front of you, the opposite in front of you - not above the back. Not three-dimensional or two-dimensional. Up four dimensions. To the world above one...... It's like waking up from a dream, the world turns...)
My vision blurs rapidly. Something decisive is happening to me. But Kishifu has no sense of crisis. I don't even remember being confused.
"Mr. Shore?
Ryujiro looks back with a suspicious face, suspicious of her suddenly stopped shore husband. I felt like the other two had been followed and turned towards me, but I didn't see him already by my shore husband.