"Who's the center?" The first to speak was black. Although the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info made an appointment to compete fairly with Yokoyama, in this situation where it was obvious that he had the upper hand and was worried about the other person, he would still waver.

"You've heard of it before, right? The former first-year freshman who started to be active soon after Maeda's transfer is now a second-year. Before the agreement with Yaba Gunone broke down, he had launched a school operation to replace Maeda's second-year students who sat on the top of the lap. ”

Saying that, black seems to be a little impressed. But that happened when she was about to graduate, and she didn't pay much attention to it.

"Exciting for the center ......" black stopped talking.

"You'd better be prepared." Yokoyama leaned on the back of the sofa and smiled.

“……”

"No matter how you feel about it, Center is eyeing it!"

"Then again, you're really laid-back! Do you really like spicy? ”

"Just because you're laid-back doesn't mean you don't care. Hearing you say that, you've already made it clear? ”

This man is really smart. Black is the default.

"But I'm afraid she doesn't even understand herself!" Yokoyama is confident.

Black, who had been poked in the sore spot, shook his body. "I'll make her understand."

"Well, it's nice to go with the flow! If you push her too much, you will cause confusion......"

"It's bad, I know."

It's actually a wonderful picture. Both of them covet the excitement, but for some reason they maintain a delicate balance, and even discuss with each other. I'm afraid this balance is based on the attachment to the excitement, and if one side breaks the balance, it may hurt the idea of the excitement.

However, if you join the other side and the balance is broken, I don't know what will happen.

Things were gradually developing, and Yokoyama looked at the sky and narrowed his eyes.

It's going to be over soon, right?

Whether it's the stage, the actor - the protector, the attacker, the calculator, the army, the helper - all the pieces are ready.

Maeda ...... It's pretty much the same, right? ”

She hates fights very much.

I hate it to the point that I get hairy all over my body just by mentioning it.。

She thought that she would become like this, probably purely because of the death of the girl who looked exactly like herself.

That was her first case after her promotion. When he and his subordinate Marui-san rushed to the hospital, when he saw the girl through the glass window, he felt dizzy that his head had been hit hard. Marui-san had a surprised expression with his mouth wide open to stuff an egg.

Inside the glass window lies himself.

The consciousness seemed to be far away, and it was as if he was the soul of the person inside, looking at his dead self through the glass window.

More than horror, there is more confusion.

The face is exactly the same, and the other self that looks like a copy really exists.

But the man died.

Lying there, cold hands and feet—she suddenly thought.

Maybe it's you who dies.

Maybe one day I'll die like this.

Maybe one day when you die, you will be watched like this by another person who looks like you.

Why did he die?

How could he just die?

In this mood, she launched an investigation.

When she appeared in front of the suspects, everyone had the same look of horror - was she really dead? Doubts that keep arising.

Little by little, the truth of the case became clearer. Her incomprehension also deepened. Why fight? What's the point of fighting? What is the reason for a fight that suddenly kills a person?

Looking at the girls who were locked up in the detention center by her own hands, she frowned.

It is not understood that such acts of mutual harm.

What is the point of a victory at the expense of a life and one's own future and freedom?

She suddenly hated fighting. Even the fighting class that he was keen on stopped participating. For this incident, the coach of the ** training ground is still very sorry.

But she always felt as if she could no longer lift her fist.

The girl who died because of the fight seems to be the part of herself that she likes to fight.

They just died together.

However, a year later, she was once again involved in a similar incident.

The ruffians and loan sharks who were beaten in the dark corners of the city and looked for their teeth all over the ground caused a mess inside the Metropolitan Police Department. However, because most of them were beaten when they were engaged in illegal activities, when ** arrived, they obtained a lot of criminal evidence and successfully sent some of them to prison. For this unexpected gain, the Metropolitan Police Department is also crying and laughing.

However, the Metropolitan Police Department had to take action for the rest of the remaining part and the impact on the surrounding residents and witnesses. It is also necessary to investigate and manage a few, or even a dozen big men, who are beaten all over the ground looking for teeth and half-dead.

Then the task fell to her for some reason.

According to the clues provided by the person who was beaten, the perpetrator turned out to be a beautiful girl in a sailor suit.

When I heard the news, a string seemed to break in my head, and memories came flooding back - fighting or something was really annoying!

But at the same time, I'm curious - what is the reason for this girl's fight?

So seriously cleaning the city.

As she passed by on the road, her heart trembled as if it had been omensed. A girl in a navy blue uniform who passed by herself - what a coincidence, right? You can't just pass by the suspects in those incidents, right? Could such a coincidence happen?

Deep down, there was one thing of certainty.

The passing wind brought the breath of the other party, as if looking for something? As if she was confused in her heart, as if she had lost something, the eyes of the girl who glimpsed it were full of deep loneliness and sadness.

I always feel a sour nose.

Have you seen that kind of déjà vu anywhere?

Nan, do you know her?

She stood on the street, and there was no girl on the road for a long time. Since the first time she saw her, she had already regarded the dead girl who was the same as herself as another self.

Dying so early, is there any wish that has not been fulfilled? Is there anyone who can't let go?

She often asks herself that, and she asks Nan too.

However, there was no response, until this seemingly fateful pass by.

Chilla sent Shibuya away, but didn't feel sad. Both of them had made a decision, and both were heading towards where they wanted to go.

No need to grieve.

Full of joy.

"Get better soon!" She lay on the hospital bed and muttered to herself. Black had already gone back first, taking care of himself for so long, and there was no place to sleep at night, so he had to go home again, and rushed over the next day, not only his face was pale, but he also had dark circles under his eyes, and he looked worse than her as a patient, so he drove her back. If Black fell ill while taking care of her, she would feel guilty