[7] Infiltration
The murder association ‘Abousha’. The company president Morozumi Kuruma is suffering with irritation at not being able to strike hard.
A few days ago, the employees of the actual work division —— one of the professional killers sent to subdue someone, put simply, is guilty of the blunder of being witnessed on a job at the scene of the crime.
That in of itself is not all that unusual. Naturally, the principle is to finish the work without being discovered by anyone. But even if your actions are discreet and preparations flawless, the is still room for the unexpected to complicate things. You could avoid being discovered by making a blockade of the hunting grounds to prevent the accidental occurrence of witnesses, but regrettably for Morozumi’s company, it does not have the power to make a large-scale mechanism of that extent feasible.
Of the possibility of a third-party accidentally seeing, a fixed amount always exists. Therefore, it is important to deal with it afterwards.
Specifically, sealing the witnesses’ mouths.
If seen, it is best to deal with it on the scene. If you are not able to do that then, as soon as is possible, ensuring there is no one who will discover this time, you kill them.
Even so, that tactless employee, Hashibami Yuki, has left a witness alive for more than five days. It would not be strange for the police to contact the living witness any time now.
Hashibami Yuki, as a professional killer her skill is by no means inferior. Though her age is young, her fighting ability itself is top-class within Abousha. Put another way, Yuki’s skills are at a high level.
The long and short of it is that Hashibami Yuki, as far as the company is concerned, is not an employee they would want to simply discard.
It was because of that that he decided to give Yuki support when she was having so much trouble managing the witness.
Still, managing the other party who is a person related the ninjutsu bearer Kokonoe Yakumo, that is to say he is not an ordinary person considering the circumstances.
However, the professional killer he assigned to assist today met with having the tables turned on them.
As far as Morozumi is concerned, it was a difference in the forecast which his mind did not want to visit.
Furthermore, the one who drove codename ‘Jack’ into an impossible battle, was said not to be the young male middle school student being targeted, but rather a young girl whose identity is unknown.
That ‘young girl’ did not kill Jack. The surprise attack, it was saying that they have the power to render you powerless without killing. That ‘young girl’ repelled not just Jack, but Yuki as well.
That ‘young girl’, is she also a person related to Kokonoe Yakumo?
However, the ‘young girl’ was said to be using a gun shooting needles.
Kokonoe Yakumo, he loathes guns. This story is famous.
Or else, is the rumour ‘I don’t make use of hated guns’ itself a trick of Kokonoe Yakumo’s?
Or possibly, the ‘young girl’s’ specialised weapon was not a gun and only resembled a gun?
The fainted Jack was recovered by the company before he was discovered by passing pedestrians. The five-point-zero-eight-centimetre-long needles pulled out of both his legs and right shoulder were merely lumps of iron. They were not crammed with electronics or a power source, just ordinary needles. They did not possess the function of a wireless stun gun.
However, the tissue surrounding the buried needles was observed to have burns one could conjecture were from an electric shock.
For that matter, was it a connected wire that sent in the electric current? Or possibly a new technology that inflicted the electric shock with a wireless electricity supply.
Or else —— was it by means of magic?
Both Jack and Yuki said that the ‘young girl’ just appeared suddenly.
Based on the ‘young girl’s’ battle with Yuki, in the middle of the fight, the ‘young girl’ did not seem to be using magic.
Perhaps, she is a ninja who only possesses the extraordinary ability to manipulate electric shocks?
There is too much he did not understand.
The only certainty is that they failed to kill the witness today.
Morozumi does not have a habit of drinking alcohol. But this evening, he really wanted to drink sake excessively.
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Everyone’s assumption was that the assassination of Shiba Tatsuya would similarly fail the next day.
Yuki was once again concealing her body in a middle school uniform.
The sailor suit uniform of the private middle school that the target’s little sister commutes in.
The only difference is that she is going to school earlier than when Shiba Tatsuya spotted her the other day.
“Good morning.”
Offering a courteous greeting and passing through the school gate. It is not a mistake as the ID is also checked wirelessly. The original owner of this ID is scheduled to be absent today. If you possess an ID card, then they will not check your physical comparison. Besides, even within the school they will not perform a trace of ID cards on the security cameras unless it is a special case limited to crime prevention.
(I’m grateful for privacy protection.)
While chuckling inside her mind, Yuki went towards the school infirmary. School doctors these days start late in the day. The student whose ID card is borrowed is scheduled to be absent. If you pretend to be asleep in bed, you will not be discovered.
When it reaches time for class the inside the school building will naturally become uninhabited, with the exception of the classrooms. Getting close to the target should be simple. This time, she should be able to kill him without accommodating the previous hindrance. —— No, she must kill him.
For that reason, she is presently waiting to make a move.
Without delay, Yuki covered herself with a blanket up near to her head and intentionally feigned sleep.
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Fumiya looked down of the middle school Tatsuya attends from the sky above. By chance an advertisement blimp was flying in this airspace, so he had made use of it.
“Regrettably it’s as I thought, I can’t comprehend the situation inside from the sky above.”
As man in a black suit spoke these words, Fumiya listened with an expression of disappointment.
“……Kurokawa, how about you?”
“There are two people concealing genuine killing intent. The one that is inside is the same girl from yesterday.”
“Her? ……The name is Hashibami Yuki isn’t it?”
“Within the organisation she’s often called by her codename ‘Nuts’. But I’m being hindered by the indicators emitted by the hundreds of students, only to the extent of the school building…...”
Thereupon cutting off his words for a moment, Kurokawa turned towards Fumiya with an apologetic look.
“As I thought, I seems it’s necessary for you to infiltrate inside the school. —— Yami-ojousama.”
“Damn……”
Fumiya was wearing the uniform of the middle school Tatsuya attends. The female sailor suit.
“For the infiltration, why the appearance of a female pupil……!?”
“It’s likely that you’ll encounter the professional killer from yesterday…… By the way Ojousama, you don’t want cause a misunderstanding that you are a man with a pastime of dressing as a woman do you?”
“I am a man! It’s not a misunderstanding!”
“Yes, I realise that.”
At Kurokawa’s gentle gaze, Fumiya bit his lip.
It was time to give up on saying unbeneficial complaints, Fumiya understands the reality that this is necessary. If that was not the case, he would not have changed into the sailor suit. “……I’m going.”
“Be careful.”
Fumiya, in resignation, went towards the gondola door.
Fumiya descended to the school building’s rooftop. Naturally, not with conspicuous behaviour like descending with a parachute. Needless to say, he used Mock Teleportation magic as to not be discovered.
Mock Teleportation is indiscriminate in both horizontal and vertical movement. The degree of difficulty is the same for both dropping one thousand meters down, and jumping horizontally for one kilometre. Gravity is still operating within the fall by means of magic, yet on landing you will be in a state of near complete stillness due to the nature of the technique’s formula.
Before trespassing inside the school building from the rooftop, Fumiya uses ‘Shouinkyou’ (Mirror to Illuminate the Unseen). Although not as skilled as Kurokawa, Fumiya’s technique has reached a practical level.
Approaching to try and get detailed information was considered, but, as he thought, on attempting he could not understand more than a rough location due to the indicators emitted by the students. Teenagers are brimming with energy. Their vitality is emitted unconsciously and reads as an indicator, equivalent to a jamming wave against the technique.
(Two people on the first floor…… The girl from yesterday is near the centre of the school building, the other person is in an area close by.)
Fumiya targeted the other person first, not Yuki, and initiated the removal.
This middle school’s building has four storeys. Fumiya appeared inconspicuous, descending the stairs at a pace that was not too fast, nor too slow.
He timed reaching the third story as the students flowed into the classrooms in succession. It was nearly time to start.
Primarily, infiltration is the speciality of his older twin sister Ayako; Fumiya’s magic is battle orientated. If Ayako innocently went into a classroom, it is a feasible feat for her to stand in a corner of the room and the teacher and students would not notice. Her magic allows her to become nearly transparent.
Fumiya does not have the option of slipping into a classroom. Without exception he will have to walk about the corridors after they become uninhabited.
Saying that, he is the eldest son of the Kuroba Family, the Yotsuba Family’s intelligence division. Also, he is a magician who possesses a high aptitude for Mental Interference magic. Of the means to misrepresent his existence, he possesses one or two.
Fumiya’s CAD was concealed by the sleeve of his sailor suit, could be operated from above his clothes. Little tricks such as this, for the sake of intelligence activity, are trained separately from magic training.
Expressing the activation sequence from underneath the sailor suit, Fumiya’s magic was invoked.
No change could be seen externally. But Fumiya nodded in satisfaction, heading towards the stairs that lead to the landing of the second floor.
Immediately thereupon, he came across a teacher.
Although learning from computer terminals has popularised in middle schools, without exception the course’s teacher will be observing inside the classrooms and giving replies in regards to any queries, and to give guidance to students who are late, such is the general scene of a middle school’s lessons. Because middle schools perform debates on a regular basis, implementing and planning those has also become part of a teacher’s job.
Therefore, students should be settled in the classroom beforehand, thus passing by a teacher in this way is within the range of expectations.
They just passed each other by. Their eyes met for just an instant, the teacher pays Fumiya no attention, on the contrary they merely turned their head away and departed ‘not wanting to be involved’.
Mental Interference Magic ‘Evil Eye’. Magic to cause emotional attachment to feelings of avoidance in other parties by means of one’s gaze. Causing the other party to panic if emitted at its greatest output, a magic that can drive people to suicide in a state of panic, though presently an adequate degree is to make them think ‘being concerned with students is a nuisance’.
To keep ‘Evil Eye’s’ light in his eyes continuously for a long time, he compensated for it by configuring it to reduce the power output. Fumiya hastened his pace towards the only thirst for blood he could detect.
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The opening chime sounded.
Waiting five minutes from then, Yuki slipped out of the school infirmary’s bed and began taking action.
Leaving the ID card inside the bed. From this point on, this ID card will notify the security system of her present location, becoming a hindrance instead.
(That guy’s class……)
Drawing from inside her memory the information procured by her partner, Yuki went towards the central staircase.
In this school, the third-year classrooms are on the fourth floor. The minutes grew longer as the distance reduced, and the risk of discovery rises. Counterbalancing with her speed, Yuki ran up the staircase to the top floor in one go.
Her footsteps made no sound, though her skirt made it unavoidable that she be a little improper. Presently, at any rate, there was not anyone to see. ……Although she is seventeen years-old, were she to be seen with her skirt in its present state while wearing a school uniform, it goes without saying that it would result in her wanting to die a little even if she was not Yuki.
For the time being, there was no indication there was anyone who could serve as a witness. From the information beforehand, as yet an incident has not happened, so it is clear in these circumstances she is able to ignore the crime prevention cameras.
(In short, I’ve one shot at doing this.)
They cannot use the same method with the data recording. But if they are not observing in real-time, then it is possible to cause trouble.
Throw a gas bomb to serve as a smoke screen into Shiba Tatsuya’s classroom, taking advantage of the chaos to kick-off and take first blow. That was Yuki’s plan.
When used the gas has the effect of intoxication. It is not powerful enough to instantly snatch away the consciousness. Although it could be labelled hypocrisy, she did not want to torment unrelated middle school students with prognostic symptoms.
Fortunately, there was not a single person in the fourth-floor hallway. She did not feel the presence of a person who could be a hindrance.
That is to say, there is no sign of the ‘young girl’ who suddenly appeared yesterday. Presently, even if her senses are not being hindered, it is not guaranteed that ‘young girl’ is not nearby. With various meanings, she cannot be carefree.
Yuki took a low posture, her aim is the classroom, moving to the last door.
It is quiet inside.
No, on the contrary, she cannot sense a single person.
(……?)
Yuki thought this was suspicious, softly she opened the door slightly, peering into the classroom through that crack.
(……What?)
The classroom, there was no one in it. At this point in time, Yuki finally realised the reason there were no presences.
(Mobile classroom? Or maybe physical education……?)
Exactly, the timetable does not just include classes in classrooms.
No dodging the fault, it is undeniable it slipped her mind.
At that time, she noticed signs of people ascending the stairs to come here, with the timing the possibility was fifty-fifty of her succeeding in escaping to a nearby corridor.
She hesitated for a moment.
Yuki took refuge inside the classroom, closing the door as quickly as possible within the extent of not making a sound, furthermore, she hid underneath the teacher’s lectern.
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Fumiya was arriving in the cleaning contractor’s preparation room. It was a little different from a janitor’s room or a night watchman’s room. This middle school has no time for people to be cleaning. The reason is as to not invite unsanitary conditions from the cleaning of unskilled students, so they call in a contractor that specialises in cleaning. The cleaning contractor’s contract also includes simple repairs and the replacing of equipment.
At present, it is not unusual for private schools to entrust this form of work in this way.
This room is presently a storage warehouse for work tools and at the same time a changing room for the traders coming in and out. Rivalling the school store, it is possible to say this area is easy for an outsider to enter.
(In relation to that, you would expect ID checks to be reliably performed…… No.)
Fumiya expelled that from his mind as the question was based on a preconception. In this vicinity he sensed the existence of a person hiding their thirst for blood, this room was convenient for invading as that outsider’s first move. Considering it unrelated would be a mistake.
Inside the room was uninhabited. The assassin the thirst for blood originated from, that person had already started to move——. (——! That’s what you are leisurely preparing!)
Fumiya urgently returned to the stairs.
Tatsuya’s class are in a physical education class, the classroom is uninhabited. What if —— they set up a bomb for example, that is the best opportunity.
(Still the class has only just begun.)
The device was already finished, but there was plenty of time to remove it. Fumiya pinned down his feeling of impatience, rising up the staircase at a fast pace.
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(——They’ve entered)
Yuki concealed herself under the teacher’s lectern, using abusive language in her mind she lowered the volume of her breathing as the sound of footsteps approached and the door opened.
One person’s footsteps. By the way they are walking they appear to be carrying something fairly large.
From the pace, they were not in a stare of vigilance. Or were they making it appear they were not behaving vigilantly?
Yuki quietly peeked her face from the side of the teacher’s desk.
Her line of sight chased the footsteps, and immediately drew in her face.
(That guy——!)
Only his appearance from behind could be seen, but there was no doubt. The man trespassing inside the classroom was her co-worker the Demon Bomber, ‘Bobby’.
Bobby is wearing tsunagi work clothes. On his waist is a large waist bag, twisted around to his back. She was able to confirm in an instant the logo of a cleaning contractor.
(Shit…… That method would have been fine for me too!)
Going into a school as a cleaner, it is a blind spot.
(Croco, why couldn’t I use the same means as Bobby? ……Why isn’t that so?) Her anger rose towards her partner, though Yuki realised this was unreasonable.
Bobby’s specialisation and modus operandi is killing with bombings.
For the sake of executing a bombing, a bomb must be set up.
The perquisite requirements for that, require the invasion into the sphere of the target’s daily existence.
For the sake of fulfilling his work as a professional killer, Bobby habitually pioneers many various means of infiltration, and without discrepancy makes use of the most guaranteed.
(While that may be true, that doesn’t mean I should respect it.)
Yuki considered that important in a professional sense. But in the end, even if she gets herself to a safe location, the Demon Bomber cannot kill the target without involving a great number of people unnecessarily. He is not a good professional killer to choose for work in the middle of a neighbourhood at least.
(……You should be aiming at terrorist safehouses or at military facilities.)
Yuki thinks so at any rate.
Denouncing his self-indulgence in her mind, she did not let a single sign leak. Though the ninja training her parents taught may have ended up incomplete, the concealment techniques driven into her body are first class.
Bobby, the Demon Bomber in work clothes, without noticing Yuki’s gaze, moved to a window seat.
Seeing the misfortune that he was carrying with both arms; Yuki was finally able to confirm what it was.
What Bobby was carrying, was the same type of chair used by the students. The seat is made of resin and the back is fixed, built into the four legs is an expensive adjustment function to tune its height. It is not cheap for such a thing to be used in a middle school. Such a thing would without a doubt be outside of the budget of a public institution. You could call it a fixture for a private establishment.
(Exchanging the chair……? So that’s the reason.)
Yuki believed she had seen through Bobby’s plan. She reasoned that he was switching the target’s chair with one containing a bomb. The plan was use either a timed switch or a pressure sensitive one to kill the target via a bombing.
(It’s prepared to blow away the other party when they sit on the chair, the power to suddenly destroy the entire room isn’t necessary…... Possibly five, maybe six people will get mixed up in it as a result?)
If the device Bobby plans to use was going to involve dozens of people, Yuki intended to interfere. She had no intention of overlooking killing in violation of her principles to clean up her own mismanagement.
(If there are five or six people……)
But you should stop if you will be hindered by that number of victims. Yuki thought so. In truth even two or three let alone five or six, no, even one unrelated child ——to her a middle school student is definitely a ‘child’ —— she does not want to cause them to die. However, Bobby was called in by the company to assist with Yuki’s task.
If that is the truth, then as to the assassination of that young middle school boy, Yuki must be the one to deal with. Getting in the way of Bobby’s work as a result would also be agreeable.
Moreover, if you say unrelated then from the start Shiba Tatsuya was just a person who just saw a murderer at the scene of a crime.
The other party is definitely not a layman, diluting the feelings of guilt that the victim is a mere middle school student, but that does not change the fact that she is going to snatch away a life for the convenience of her own circumstances. To begin with, a professional killer should not possess feelings of guilt, Yuki herself understood the hypocrisy of her ‘principles’.
She understood.
But being able to understand was still a different story from her true feelings.
The inside of her heart is clicking its tongue.
(……It’s sloppy, but let’s finish this quickly.)
Under the teacher’s lectern, she let her unspoken anger pour on her associate.
Yuki wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. She was not confident she could remain a spectator while he is setting up the bomb.
Apart from Yuki showing herself to her colleague the Demon Bomber, there is no inconvenience. Though they are moving separately with no mutual cooperation, but they are from the same organisation and have the same goal.
Because your work styles are different, you are not compelled to assist.
Getting out from under the narrow teacher’s lectern, Yuki could give a light greeting and depart from this classroom.
Yet despite this, she patiently constrained her thoughts, and remained in hiding.
Was it because she found it disagreeable to endorse the modus operandi of killing with a bombing?
Or merely just miss the timing?
No matter the reason, whether revealing herself was correct or incorrect at this time would not become clear to her until afterwards.
He finished setting the bomb. Bobby turns around with chair in both hands and leaving behind the one he was originally carrying.
At that time, the door at the back of the classroom opened.
From Bobby, signs of agitation leaked out.
Yuki was not able to blame it on carelessness. They had not let leak any signs externally, so the sudden strike was the same for her.
(How could we not perceive their presence!?)
Peeking out from under the teacher’s desk to see the other party that had appeared, it was a female student wearing this school’s uniform.
(Playing hooky? Forgotten something? No, it’s not like that!)
There is no way an ordinary middle school student could perfectly conceal their presence like that.
“……What’s the matter? Forgotten something?”
Bobby raised his voice at the female student. He could sense that girl is not an ordinary person, he was sounding them out.
(Stupid bastard!)
But that, it will be a useless provocation to the young girl who clearly is not an ordinary person.
Fighting spirit stirred inside the ‘young girl’. Not so strong you would call it a thirst for blood, but close, and indication of an attack.
(The girl from yesterday!?)
That surge of intent, Yuki recognised the female student as the ‘young girl’ who took down Jack yesterday.
At that time, her body was moving faster than she thought.
From her skirt pocket, the young girl takes out a familiar ‘short needle gun’.
However, a moment faster, Yuki threw a golf ball sized gas grenade.
The grenade exploded.
Grey smoke carrying the effect of intoxication rapidly spread.
The ‘young girl’ covers her mouth and crouches.
It is not working. When she took up a defensive stance against the gas attack, Yuki’s intuition sensed it. Bobby drops the chair onto the floor, a noise hurts his ears as the room fills up with grey gas.
Yuki rushes over to Bobby’s side, and saying nothing, grabs his sleeve roughly.
Remaining silent, forcefully pulling without asking for consent.
Her professional killer associate is unsteady on his feet due to the of the intoxication gas, Yuki drags him to get him out of the classroom.
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Due to the gas, Fumiya was unable to see the two people, a man and a woman, leave by the classroom’s front door, but could infer it from the sound.
The window opened automatically, drawing the gas to flow outside. Now that he did not have to worry about them reading the full scope of his power, Fumiya was okay to use magic to eject the gas.
“……Was that the person from before?”
Fumiya was pursuing the source of the thirst for blood, and now there were two people. Most likely they were none other than the assassins aiming at Tatsuya.
But for now, he was wondering what the man in the work clothes had intended to do.
(I don’t think it will be a good idea to touch it.)
That man dropped the chair. He was facing this way; it is probably the chair Tatsuya sits on. The one in front of Tatsuya’s desk, for some reason the professional killer switched them. Thinking about it frankly, this chair likely has a trap set. Maybe poison needles project when you sit on it, or a bomb that activates when body weight is applied?
Fumiya raised his left hand, drew back the hair of the wig, and pressed the switch to the communication device in his left ear.
“Kurokawa. Can you locate them?”
The response was immediate. The communication device is small but has favourable reception.
“I have to deal with a chair the assassin’s left behind for now.”
The classroom is uninhabited, but Fumiya is talking in a tone that is not out of place for his outward appearance. Unless you really pay mind to it, his disguise is near perfect.
“It appears they might have set up a bomb trap in Tatsuya’s seat.”
“That is certainly a possibility.”
Therefore, he cannot leave it as is. Without him saying many details, Kurokawa understood Fumiya’s intention.
“Understood. ……By all means.”
The conversation produced a vacuum, it may have been caused by the time lag of the gondola door opening.
“Proceed.”
Fumiya interpreted than and used three magic’s in succession.
He made the chair float and move outside the window.
Affixed an anti-object shield around the perimeter of the chair. This was for the sake of stopping fragments scattering if it exploded on route. And then, aiming at the airship, used Mock Teleportation to launch it.
“It has arrived.”
The reply came though immediately after. It is only natural considering the nature of the magic, it takes practically no time at all.
“Don’t forget the shield.”
“I am aware of that.”
“I’m going to resume the pursuit.”
“Do you want me to dispatch a disposal team?”
When he said ‘disposal team’ he did not mean to dispose of the bomb, and a different team to one to carry out the incapacitation of opponents. The disposal team is often referred to as a ‘corpse disposal team’.
Fumiya considered Kurokawa’s proposal for about half a second.
“Remain on standby outside the school. I’ll signal you if it’s okay to come inside.”
“Understood.”
Fumiya turned off the transmitter as he walked. Concentrating his vision and hearing as he exited into the corridor. Concentrating upon the record of events engraved into the world and proceeding to read the script before his eyes, though his ability is not to the extent that he can read it freely in its entirety. But it was not difficult to pursue the traces of that man’s movements.
His inherent magic, it is one that bestows pain directly onto a person’s soul. It is a magic that cannot be realised if you are unable to recognise the existence of the spirit and memorise pain. Perceiving the waves that appear to leak out from the soul, that is within the sphere of his speciality.
Fumiya began to walk without making a sound, and at a speed that was not inferior to running.
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Yuki was approaching the stairs leading down to the first floor from the second when she noticed the pursuer.
There are no footsteps. But Yuki’s hearing was enhanced along with her other senses and strength, yet her perception was being obstructed by the continuous noise emanating from every classroom.
A person with a short stature was approaching. Yuki knew this from experience.
“……Are they pursuing us?”
And yet, though Bobby was still unable to walk steadily, he finally asked Yuki that in a tone that appeared to sound like he was concerned. He appeared to have noticed they had a pursuer from Yuki’s behaviour.
Bobby still has not escaped the influence of the gas. It was because of that they had not increased the speed of their escape, and Yuki had personally used the gas to escape. Though you could say it was necessary in that situation, she was reluctant to abandon him. Therefore, she was presently lending him a shoulder in this way.
“Yes.”
“Are they close?”
“……Yes.”
However, they cannot escape in this state. Yuki was clearly aware of that when she answered Bobby’s question.
“Nuts, leave me.”
Without thinking, a breakthrough solution is presented by Bobby. He brings his pace to a stop and removes his hand from Yuki’s shoulder which he had been leaning against as a substitute for a walking stick.
Yuki stops, and turns her face towards the troublesome Bobby.
“Isn’t that stupid?”
“What!?”
“Oh, I’ll put it differently. Don’t say stupid things.”
“……Is it really a mistake to say that?”
“That girl’s thirsting for blood, and you’re poor at close quarters combat.”
Yuki disregarded Bobby’s retort. This was not a situation for a two-person comedy act.
“All the more if that’s the case. If you’re saying the opponent is strong like that, in this state it’ll lead to us falling together. I might be able to buy you some time.”
“Don’t say anything you don’t believe in. That and I don’t intend on us falling together. If it comes down to it, I’ll abandon you.”
As soon as she replied, Yuki lowered her body and shouldered Bobby. Not to offer her shoulder. Putting his feet in front, head behind, she lifted him onto her shoulder like a cement bag.
“Eh!?”
“This is faster.”
As she said, Yuki is descending the stairs at a much faster pace now.
“Nuts, why are you going this far?”
“Stop nagging and shut up. You’ll bite your tongue.”
As Bobby is saying, there is no reason that Yuki must help him here.
To tell the truth, Yuki was personally asking herself ‘what am I doing?’ It is deplorable she cannot ‘answer her own question’. No answer is forthcoming.
From the start, Yuki loathes Bobby. Now at the present time the loathing has progressed. It is not about personality or looks, it is because she does not like the style of killing with bombings. The hateful words of ‘I’m abandoning you’ should faithfully express her sentiments, it was not possible for her to explain to herself why she was carrying him on her shoulder.
That bewilderment was potentially affecting her gait, or perhaps it was not. However, more than that, there was a definite time lag in this moment of strife.
“Gargh!”
Suddenly Bobby raised a scream, and his body violently shook on Yuki’s shoulder.
Although his body weight is not much of a burden for the strength whilst inside her physical boost, his physique is at least twice as big as hers so Yuki cannot support it if he is struggling, so she dropped Bobby’s body.
A dark grey needle protrudes from his waist as he falls and tumbles down the stairs.
Yuki, remembering that needle, forgot to catch Bobby’s body and looked over her shoulder in a panic.
She opened her eyes to stare in shock.
She understood they were being pursued.
But still, they should have been one storey away.
She could not hear the airflow when she was jumping down.
However, no matter which way she denies it inside her mind, her eyes are conveying the ruthless reality.
There is a beautiful young girl with a bob cut, concealing her body in black tights and a sailor suit, pointing the muzzle of the small needle gun possessed by her right hand, whose cold eyes are looking down at Yuki.
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