PS: I quote a lot of original texts because I really want you to know more about this people's teacher. Anyway, my translation is okay......

Tell me a story about a man.

About twenty-five years ago, a story about the [murder weapon] that was almost the same age as his own training.

Children gather in the deep mountains where there are no people, and train and live in groups.

No parents, no brothers, they have no concern.

Purity and flawlessness are fortunate for them.

Even if this is hardly a place where normal people can live.

Even if this is hardly the training that normal people can bear.

Ignorant of the outside world, they accepted it without any doubt.

In the twenty years since then, he has never thought of stepping out of the ten-meter-square living space, but has just exercised the skills he has been given over and over again.

This was taught by the people of the "factory" when he was ten years old.

"Factory" is their name for the place where daily necessities are mass-produced.

He had no experience making zuò props, and he was never confused about which aspect he belonged to.

He does not resist the identity of his "daily necessities", but it is more appropriate to say that he is at ease.

Day after day, just repeating the same action.

You don't need variety, you just need to do this one action.

What's the difference between this and props?

He accepts his fate that he is about to be used by unknown people, and he becomes more and more aware of his "use" and devotes himself to honing it.

On the other hand, those who do not have this kind of consciousness have lost their qualifications as "props" permanently.

He values his "usefulness" very much, and he begins to learn other things for the day to come.

As a daily necessities used by humans, he had to make himself a mimic human.

To do this, they need to learn extra knowledge beyond "use".

Most of them expressed strong resistance.

Unlike what has been learned so far, this is the "common sense" of ordinary people.

Thanks to this common sense, he finally knew the official name of his "use".

Killer.

He was the first to leave his home ten meters square, and gradually, he began to enter and leave their cultivation place.

That said, it's only a monthly cycle.

Unlike what I imagined, there was no hellish sight, no limb soaked by the sink, just clean and tidy.

At the dinner table one day, the manager spoke.

"The world will be healed by non-human humans. And your purpose is to kill another person for their sake. ”

He doesn't think this is evil.

Spiritually, he was already a finished product.

Moral concepts are also formed very appropriately under the education of OOs.

For him, killing people is not a wrong thing.

As a "prop", he implements this identity very well.

If there's something wrong.

He was the only one who had no doubts about his "use".

On the road of refining his "use", he gradually drifted away, and the skills he was taught to use wrist strength had completed the transformation into a "snake" many years ago.

Even so, nothing has changed for him.

Whether it's a new technique or a decade of exercise.

In this way, he, known as the "snake", finally got the opportunity to play a "use".

"Your growth costs twenty million dollars and a lot of time."

OO said.

"If you spend 20 million props, you only need to do 20 million work."

After calculating, there is no need to use the prop twice, and after achieving the goal, find a place where no one is there to kill himself.

This is the absolute rule of OOs.

He followed this philosophy.

The target is rightfully protected.

The identity of being able to naturally contact the target was also obtained smoothly under the arrangement of OO, and the rest was left to go alone.

The only weapons that can be used are fists.

When he walked out of the mountains, he was already ready to die.

Success or failure.

After twenty years of careful calculation, what kind of expression will his "use" have, even if it ends in death, he can't help but be full of expectations for it.

Click!

It is the sound of human bones breaking and shattering.

At the end of the work, the subject slumped in his chair, no longer breathless.

“……”

In the uniform sound of the pendulum clock, he was a little dumbfounded.

In this case, what should I say?

He has no sorrow or joy, and what he has in his chest is just "nothing".

Suppose that at this time, feelings suddenly appeared in his heart......

rejoice, and kill yourself.

Grief turns into a murderer.

However, nothing.

Whether it is feelings or the results of twenty years of martial arts, there is nothing.

There is only a target, broken in his hand like a puppet, and the touch of the neck bone remains in the hand.

There is no price.

There was no impact that took human lives.

The concept of "use" is strange at first.

There is no need and there is no need.

To kill the target, the root quilt does not require any martial arts.

It's just an accident-like killing.

At any point, there is no need to save zài.

Standing in front of the corpse of the unknown target, he sensed his emotionless self.

“…… Already, it's dry. ”

He came to a conclusion about himself.

……

Mu Noka shook her head.

"There's no way, my Dongfeng juniper fan is only effective for injuries received within three minutes, and now his situation, it is already a miracle to be able to have a clear consciousness."

Mu Noka's little face was a little pale, but as a healer, she still endured the discomfort and tried to release the ordinary healing technique on Katsuki-sensei.

But with little effect.

The principle of treatment is to accelerate cell division to achieve the purpose of rapid healing, but the number of cell divisions in the human body is limited, and this rapid healing is disguised to speed up the recovery of injuries at the cost of lifespan.

Obviously, Katsuki-sensei's body can't stand the toss anymore, and if he forcibly releases the healing technique again, it is likely to hasten his death. (Of course, if it is within three minutes, even a dead person can be saved)

Medea, who knew that the bald brother and the others were not enemies, grabbed the bald brother's trouser leg like a drowning man who grabbed the straw.

"Please! Save him! Save him! Since you're the Master, killing me is enough! But, but Soichiro shouldn't be like this! Please, save him! ”

What kind of princess's dignity, what witch's face, Medea doesn't want it all, as long as the person in front of her can save Soichiro, no matter what the cost, she is willing to pay.

Is this the legendary witch of betrayal?

It's just an ordinary woman who is willing to pay any price for a dying man.

The bald brother pondered for a moment, but still shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I can't save him."

The bald brother is not a god, and he does not have the ability to bring the dead back to life.

"Don't ...... I don't want ......"

Medea was on the verge of collapse, and this emotional ups and downs from despair to hope and then into the abyss were about to destroy her.

"Emiya, if you can, can you help me find someone who can sign a contract with Caster, if it's someone you are looking for, I will be more at ease."

Ge Mu, who was seriously injured, still had no ups and downs, and his voice was no different from that of teaching.

Ge Mu, who originally stayed at Liudong Temple, had a good impression of this young man who often got into trouble with the monks in the temple.

"No, Katsukidi-sensei, I think it's more appropriate for you to be her master."

Hearing the bald brother's answer, Medea seemed to have sensed something, her godless eyes regained their brilliance, but her face was still full of vigilance and fear, obviously afraid that she would be beaten into the abyss again.

"Wei Gong, I know my body best, I guess in more than ten minutes, I will be ......"

"Nope! Soichiro, you won't die! ”

Seeing that Medea was about to stage a crying husband drama again, the bald brother had a headache.

"Little A is coming."

The bald brother beckoned into the shadows.

Lori Hassan bounced out and rode unusually naturally on the bald brother's shoulder.

The bald brother was stunned.

The soft touch on the neck is ......

Don't think about it anymore!

I've often been said to have a tendency to control lolia.,I can't let my change of tai dù upgrade again!

"Uncle, would you like to live with us?"

This sentence was said to Mr. Katsuki.

"You guys? Does it mean these people wearing masks? ”

Seeing the bone mask hanging diagonally from Lori Hassan's head, Katsuragi asked.

"That's right."

"I, what do I need to give?"

"Your soul will be with us."

"Caster's safety?"

"You can protect it yourself."

"I agreed."

"Soichiro-sama, what are you talking about?!"

Medea could hear it in a fog, but she understood that Kazuki was about to lose her soul's home.

"Well, it's rude......"

Lori Hassan propped up the bald brother's head and jumped lightly, and landed dexterously.

With this jump, the bald brother not only saw the inner truth of the white vest, but also rubbed his nose against ......

The bald brother has drifted away on the road of loss.

Unlike Gilles, Lori Hassan did not inhale, but instead exhaled a breath that contained Hassan's qualities.

A white bone mask, turning from virtual to real, appeared on the top of Katsuragi-sensei's head.