Play with Mad Scientists!

(Doesn't anything taste bad?

Machida spoke to Rin, who abandoned his job of disposing of Junko Suzuoka's mouse altogether and returned to the building of the seventh branch.

"That girl, the other day, I met her at the shooting range."

Rin whispers in his voice as he walks in the building.

"The cosplay wind child is getting more glow from the black light. Yeah. Sounds good. The other kid who looks like he feels the black flames are burning loose, and I wonder if this one belongs inside."

Reminds me of the ten nights I confronted him in the garden and the shaking, and the smile spills.

"You just debuted back street through the Snow Oka Institute. Ah. You're just like me. It's still too soon to pick it. Life, isn't it? I don't want to kill you yet."

(Ha... at all... when I enjoy killing while being sweet. Whoever it is, it's your enemy. You're gonna kill me for feeling like that)

"Nothing's fine. I've had enough fun, so you can die whenever you want. I enjoyed killing a lot of them. I'm sure I could have lived a life hundreds of millions times better than living a life like Hutu."

Yes, Rin Tsuru, but from Makita, who was once aware of the fear of inescapable death, I didn't think Rin could speak the same dialogue when he really saw death.

(So that's when I'm in trouble. I need someone to take over my technique.)

"So, who do you want me to have kids with?

We reach an exchange that has been repeated many times between Rin and Machida. Rin smiled strangely, and Machida's classic flow of sighing in Rin.

"I knew, oh, I hate to kill those kids with black flames burning in their hearts. The other day, princess, there's nothing funny or important about the brave man in mode to help, and although I didn't feel anything about killing them, killing those kids without question doesn't seem to wake me up. Yeah, so, stop."

The president pickled in formalin hasn't shut up.

"When that happens, you just have to put it on Junko's side, and there's no blame because I'm going to calculate that over there, right? It doesn't have to be. I relinquish requests on the way, so I'm the lowest creditworthiness starter. That's all I want you to know and hire."

Rin opens the room where Okumura is. Inside sat Okumura with an unexpected expression.

"What's going on?

Asking Rin. I've never seen a face like this in Okumura.

No, before that, I thought you were furious with yourself for cutting it up on your own, but this reaction is odd. I could tell from the look on his face that something had happened besides abandoning the battle.

"That's what I want to hear. That you're back, that Snow Oka and the others pulled up."

Okumura answered with a soulful voice, holding his head with both hands and nodding on his desk.

Rin anticipated that after this, Junko and the others would break into the building of the seventh branch to kill all the constituents and Okumura, so Junko's sudden withdrawal does seem like a strange development.

"Wasn't there something going on over there?

Rin's words did not seem to have reached Okumura's ears, which were nodding in the shock that the show had been ruined.

As soon as the four returned to the Snow Oka Institute, Junko was diagnosed and treated for ten nights.

While Junko was in one of the labs examining the ten nights, Shake and True waited in another room almost silently for Junko to return.

Shaking sat with his hands together in front of his face as he prayed.

Truth is, I didn't say any words of encouragement or comfort in particular, just once, I made coffee and offered it to shake. Shaking met him small and received it, drinking the little one.

"It's over. It fits in once, and maybe it's okay now."

The door to the room opens, Junko comes in and smiles and reports.

When I heard that, the shake relieved me and exhaled heavily, but the true reaction was completely different.

"Don't be ridiculous."

True to stare at Junko and make a sinister voice.

Unlike previous faceless expressions, shaking is astonishing to see a true face that is clearly angry.

"He's my junior, and I didn't expect him to have unscrupulous retrofitting surgery that would even put his life at risk. I didn't know you'd make it that far."

"Hmm, I just followed my rules, didn't I? I thought you were on the right side of me, killing only bad people? That's never happened before, has it?

"You're a junior who admires me, so I'm telling you to think about it for a minute!

Seeing Junko, who is not bad, and the truth, who for the first time gives his voice a rough and angry look, the shaking brings something hot to his chest.

"The only one I admired looked like you, but hey."

"That's not the problem. I've been taking care of these guys since yesterday. He's like my apprentice at that point, and he's a literal junior. Even if it's only for two days. I can't allow you to treat that like this."

I look to myself and blame him. Truly, Junko, who at first was showing his spare time, also gradually became more and more tense.

"Hmm, uh... I didn't mean to be malicious either, not perfect, and I meant to be safe, but I mean I wasn't... I mean, unexpectedly, yeah, that's..."

With a bewildered look, he was a pure child who seemed sorry to excuse himself, but eventually bowed his head.

"Sorry."

Junko just seemed to be kidding about the words of apology he said, and the shake blew it by accident.

"Ten nights, I'll take care of it. Because I can't die or anything. Yeah, maybe."

If I let you die, I'll blow up this lab.

True to tell Junko in silence, but with awesomeness.

"It's okay. Maybe. Then I'll come out because I have a little errand to run."

Junko leaves the room looking bad.

"Senior Aizawa! Senior Aizawa is a cool looking but hot guy in there!

After Junko leaves, the shake makes his expression shine and gives him an exciting bounced voice.

"You mean cool, you're just faceless. This happened... for a reason."

It's hard to say but true.

"My parents thoroughly told me not to put my emotions on the table. If I wanted to give you a little expression, I couldn't because I kept getting scolded and slapped. I'm still training myself to get an unconscious look at this, but it's hard inside... The way he talks, the tone of his voice, he's unconsciously suppressed. I wonder if the obsessive-compulsive notions planted on my parents made it harder to connect my emotions with my expression. Occasionally, I hear you have an unconscious expression, but I don't realize it myself, and I've been worried about it for years."

"Was Senior Aizawa also abused by his parents..."

The glowing look on his face turns cloudy.

"I know it's up to people to feel abused, but I've settled with my parents. Well, if he grew up in a normal home environment, he wouldn't try to fall in the back streets."

I wanted to go in and ask if I ended up falling in the back street even if I reconciled, but the boulder wobble also weighs itself.

"I need to be the guy who has had something unfortunate going on in the surrounding environment during the growth process and is no longer normal, or was in an unfortunate environment from the start, or else he's the guy with that pointy soul from previous life. I seem to be the double of an unfortunate event and a pointy soul, so if you borrow the words of Yukooka, it means you've fallen to fall."

"Hmmm...... if it's a blessed environment, will I be satisfied with a fuzzy life? Or you need to be influenced by your soul from before you were born."

With a cloudy face, he distracted himself from the truth and swayed.

"I wonder if there are rare guys who come to this side without being filled, even if they grow up in a privileged environment. There is something about how to get off the rail. So, you regret it? That I'm off the rail named Normal."

Even if the shake didn't tell me anything from me, the truth was that I had some discernment about the shake. That the reason why the shake has fallen on this side is a fairly serious substitute. And I also suspect that shaking is working an act that can no longer be turned back.

"I didn't. Yikes. I made up my mind."

Reacting to a true word, the shake gives you a face.

I realize myself that it sounds like I'm being mean to my voice, and the shake turns a blind eye again.

"Did you make an impulsive decision about not being able to go back and decide everything from the beginning, not the result? I wasn't. [M] I've always been lost and admired my normal life, but a lot happened and turned out to be this way."

"Haha, you're kind of spotted, aren't you? Really amazing, seniors."

The shake laughs masochistically and sees the truth again.

"Me, I've always admired seniors for legends they tell at school and stories of seniors I see online, but I didn't know exactly what character they were, and although I was all kinds of pattern paranoid, the real thing was better than any of them. It's very polite to teach shooting and physical arts, and what you say is both good and convincing."

"Don't be timid in front of yourself about that. I can still light this up."

True as ever to remain faceless as I say.

"Because he's an older guy and I'm a respectable person, and there's never been one before. There were a lot of people who were just too old to come to the umbrella and be prestigious. That's why I'm happy in that sense. He was a respectable man. He's taller than me, and he looks like a kid."

"My back is extra. One... Is being short that bad in you?

"No... not bad though. It was just a surprise."

I uttered a dialogue that truly cared about my back, so I try to stop touching on the matter any more. Shake. Though it is the nature of mindfulness and forgetfulness.

"Well, even from me, teaching others the experiences and moves I've developed is fresh inside, and I don't think it's too bad."

"Oh, then slap everything the seniors got into me. Quick, today's training."

When I get up like I've been bounced, I just walk out of the room before the truth says anything. Shake. Seeing it, Truth stood up in a sigh of sigh and left the room in the form of a chase after the shake.