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"Uhh... I'm just young. You're going to butt in an uncomfortable space for an old man. Or is that it? Can you absorb youth?

Instead of butting in, the first impression of the character of this person was just burned to the dog owner, who laughed slightly and didn't want to be frightened and whispered lightly, to four people other than Yu and Kashifu.

"What can I do for you, Master, with that author?

Ask with a slightly safer voice and eyes. Somehow it burns confrontation because it means someone close to you.

"Call me a little gentle. At least it feels like Yu's people are seeded, so I'm sorry to bother you."

Saying so, the dog keeper sits down next to Yu. Not on the couch, but on the floor.

"I think the seeding has been largely done, but do you still have some hidden information?

Ryujiro looked at Yu and asked. Sounds like you're asking nicely, but it's a conscious statement about the dog owner. And Ryujiro also knows that there are still mysteries in the murder club.

"I was the one who graciously proposed the establishment of a murder club. It's a good decision."

"I mean, did you do that?"

Sharply, the dog owner shrugs and opens his hand small, telling him to wrap his arms around him.

"I don't mind saying it differently. I tried my best not to sink into Yu's bad heart, but I couldn't seem to help myself. By the time I realized, Yu was - right, living in the back street was becoming the person I deserved. It's worth my effort, and I can see and say it's done to this extent."

Due to my taking care of Yu, there are aspects to it that Yu has become the root outlaw attribute, and the dog owner was aware of that, but keep quiet about it.

"So, the setup guy, I'm not here only because of Yu's request. Because you guys are the best and most important of the homicide club groups we have now, mixed with the original Yu and Mitsuji Koji's identities. There's something I'd like you guys to know at my discretion."

Until then, he was a dog breeder who had been making me laugh and talk, but suddenly his grin disappeared and he looked straight at me.

"The Murder Club will be over soon. Whatever happens, it ends. We're going to the end, and we can't fight it. It's the decision of the owner, Junko Yukioka, and his business partner. But the question is, how do we end it? That key will undoubtedly be held by you guys"

Each of the six men took the words of the dog breeder in a way that was thoughtful. Except Yu and Kashifu, who knew the dog owner directly, there was nothing like taking it on par, but no one was upset at all and had no idea.

"If you say you don't like it ending... it won't make sense"

Table grinding tells me to groan.

"Oh, you're not getting through. How can an insane, inhuman monster who's a murder club survive? That is rooted behind this country, because it is authorised by absolute power. Junko made some kind of deal with him and let him authorize it. Do you think Junko or either of those guys could give a no-sign and still go on?

That reasoning is understandable, and I just have to take it, so no one would say anything, and even with some upset, no one was angry or moaning.

"Junko initially seemed to plan to make himself an enemy of the murder club, let him fight the murder club, and be the finale, but before Junko executed, the formalin-pickled president had stripped his fangs. So, the plans along the way seem to have gone a lot crazy, but Junko seems to use the formalin-pickled president to get him to the end. But...... Due to the unplanned presence, the Formalin-pickled President, there is also the possibility that we cannot necessarily end it ideally. The worst that can happen is the annihilation of the members of the murder club."

"What's the ideal ending?

sharp ichi asks.

"He's been shut down, but at least you won't be disposed of, and you won't be able to take away the abilities you've gained. However, no matter what happens, the murder club is over. I would've done a scatter of killing people and playing, and that's enough, right? If the guy you really want to kill is still able to kill you, then you have to negotiate. That's it from me, but does anybody still have questions?

The dog owner encouraged it, but no one tried to ask anything.

There was agitation in the five, except Yu, but he was not obsessed and disturbed, and he gave up lightly. I miss these fun days coming to an end, but as the dog owner put it, it's like a miracle that something like a murder club existed.

"Sorry, I know I shouldn't be saying this right now..."

Tablemill opens his mouth like he can't say.

"Even after the murder club, I don't like these six getting separated. You want to do another activity with these six..."

"Oldest man say that? But I agree."

Hearing Takuma's words, Sharp ichi nods with a rare and refreshing grin.

"No, if you agree, you don't have to go out of your way to say the oldest or anything like that."

Tablemill relieves me while I laugh bitterly.

"I'd rather say I don't like it."

"You're not here. Ah... Mr. Shore, there was an interruption along the way."

Though Yu says with a smile, the grin disappears at Ryujiro's words.

"I'm just thinking..."

That's what he says in his mouth Shore husband, but what he was willing to do was largely determined in his mind.

True broke up with the pot hills and wandered the perfect town downtown for a purpose.

Some of the assassins hired by President Horlumarine have grasped their names and faces. Someone with that grasp viewed the city as wandering around, looking for a murder club member.

"I finally found one"

I see a bald-headed, ill-eyed young man, and the truth shrugs.

Otaro Ota, right? I need to ask you something. "

True to stand in front of bald youth and speak up.

"Makoto Aizawa? They tell me to kill you if you interrupt."

"I don't mean to interrupt."

True enough to tell Ota that it was useless to keep her hand in her pocket and increase her killing.

(You're a belligerent man with a reputation. I don't know because I'm confident in my abilities)

Truth is, I knew about this man. He is a freelance starter who prefers to take on a dirty job, a resident of the back streets and the bearer of a raw paranormal power.

Ota launched the attack and Truth dodged it.

Visually, nothing seems to have happened. Ota stays standing with her hand in her pocket. But I did attack, and I truly responded to it and sent it away.

"Did you scratch it? A boulder."

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Ota laughs and praises at.

The power of Ota is a simple mindset. But its power is so strong that it can easily tear down and destroy the human body. We have unilaterally slaughtered many of the strong men in the back streets so far with invisible attacks.

Ota leans her gaze toward the truly deflected, and once again tears her true body apart, but Truth moves forward a few steps diagonally and turns again.

Tongue-in-cheek about being sent to stand up, Ota works with the image of grasping the opponent, but is also lightly moved. Now he was going straight ahead and scratching.

There are those who have dodged twice before, but for the third time.

Fourth attack. Truth was, I slowly walked out toward Ota, wondering if he had moved to the side and moved away.

Coming here, Ota went to war. The little boy in front of me, as if there was no rushing wind, quietly, sparingly, keeps his attacks afloat. In the meantime, I'm approaching myself.

"There are two ways to destroy matter. One is to use mindfulness power to destroy substances in a targeted space. If you avoid this before the force activates, that's it. Yu is our type. You, too."

True to talk while walking.

Ota did not see a fifth attack. I was truly overwhelmed. An attack only boils an avoidable image.

"The other is that the notion of destruction destroys the subject matter by thinking about breaking it. I can't even flinch this. But if the other person is an organism, and rebels against it with a strong consciousness, the ability to do so is not extended. It becomes a collision of will and will"

While he was talking, True was approaching the position reached by Ota. And in fact, reach for Ota and grab her throat.

"Look, if we attack now, we can destroy about my hand, right?

Ohta's neck is strangled with one hand from the front, truly pale and provocative, but Ohta does not attempt to attack. Because I understood that the moment I let myself kill, it would really kill me.

(Shit... I'm scared of a kid like this...)

Humiliation and fear stir in Ota.

"I'll let you live for another minute or so because I want to ask you something. Answer yes or no."

That being said, I've heard a lot of bad rumors about Ota, and I've attacked myself without question, and even if I just saw the evil minister at first glance, I truly decided it wasn't worth keeping him alive.

"Is there a woman named Masami Toriyama among the assassins of the President pickled in formalin? Don't you know?

Ota answers nothing. I can't possibly answer that. The truth is, from that dialogue, and from the vicious amount of killing you're unleashing right now, it's clear that you're going to kill yourself. And yet how can you answer honestly?

(This guy's not in the right way to blackmail you...)

That's what I thought, Ota, but the truth is it was serious. Nothing was wrong.

"I don't care if you don't talk with your mouth, because I know the answer with the subtle reactions of your blood vessels and muscles. Now we're done. I won't thank you for what you've taught me."

Ota received the true word, which he told with a scarce voice of discouragement, as a pronouncement of death.

At the next moment, True applied force to his hand grabbing Ota's neck, tearing it all apart or squeezing it until it reached the trachea, esophagus, vocal cord, and carotid artery.

When True releases his hand, he sprinkles a large amount of blood from his throat and Ota falls. True that he was also wary of attacking me with his last fart in the moment, but Ota ended up doing nothing as it was.

"That was 48 seconds. I apologize for breaking my promise."

Speaking to Ota's remains, True takes out the handkerchief, peeks into the show window nearby, and wipes the return blood on his face.

It happened in a crowded downtown area. The passers-by you see don't pull, but leave the spot with the sleaze. Some sneak cameras, but the truth is, I don't care.

(I didn't doubt Rick for sending the information that he was hired, but was it true? I'd rather that guy's information was gussey. For once, just tell me what Masami Toriyama looks like and encourage him not to engage and flee if he sees him)

Knowing that a troublesome person had come to the enemy's side, Truth thought of himself sighing.

Even after breaking up with True, the three men of Kettle Hill, Rise and Justice continued to talk.

"You should also think about executing the Rice Scarecrow proposal."

And pot hill that tells stories that can only be done because there is no truth.

"Mr. Rissuzume's idea?

Justice asks.

"Kill owner Junko Yukioka. That should get you a kick out of it."

Said the lyszme.

"It's easy if you just say so. The journalist's position is that it's a bitter decision not to solve it with a pen, but to rely on the sword. But I can't rely on the power of the pen any more with my twats and connections."

Kettle Hill speaking on the tannic side.

"Can't you count on the weekly magazine anymore?

"There seems to be pressure on it. That's the best you can do."

To the question of justice, Kettle Hill answers.

"What's this story really about?

Kettle Hill sighs small to the justice that goes on to ask. I don't think that's what you're asking the boulders.

"You shouldn't. You can bet, but if you were to kill Junko Yukioka, he would turn to the enemy. You'd better shut up and sneak up."

"Then we'll turn to the enemy later, and in the end we'll be the same. Bye..."

Justice suffering from understanding.

"It's not the same. If they don't know, they won't stand in the way of anything extra beforehand"

Pot Hill thinks so much about the poor rotation of the righteous head. I was wondering if you wouldn't know if you didn't explain it from one to ten.

"I hope it works. Truth be told, if this one moves like that, you'll notice."

And, rice zume. Naturally, when that happens, I intend to fight the truth.

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