Izumi Huangbo looked around, tapped his helmet, and suddenly raised his head at the heteromorphous reaction index of the monitoring watch on his wrist: "...... The last time I fought the giants with Mr. Mendelcheel, he used the isomorphs on the ring, and I think I still have the corresponding indices here, so I guess I'll have to put them on your hoverer device first. ”

"Huh? I'm very careful, so it's absolutely not okay to change to someone else, or I'm going to steal Mr. Deccher's monitoring watch, which would be easy to find, right? The paper ancestor bird shook and stretched out his hand, the black monitoring watch fell on his palm, and he was skillfully pinched out of the chip and pressed into the socket, and after a burst of button operation, the data of the different crystals slowly appeared on the pale red screen. Paper Zu Flying Bird whistled, and gestured on the driving screen, and soon the data was printed in the upper left corner, and the color in front of the screen also became richer from light red, and finally slowly fell a layer of bud green in the distance.

"There it is! Let's go now. ”

"It's great to keep the data...... But Asuka-kun, it seems that he is familiar with these instruments? ”

"Ahaha, after all, I spent some time with Yanagida before—'We're geniuses!' Right? The paper ancestor Asuka pushed the non-existent glasses and kicked his leg on the seat with a smile, and was pushed hard by Izumi Arabo.

The hover's speed slowed down, but it was still heading towards its destination, and the green areas of the buds became more pronounced but also more messy, as if rings were scattered in different places. But even if all you find is a fragment, it's better than ...... Izumi shook his head and pressed the chip back into the monitoring table, so that the data and maps became clearly visible.

This unseemly field is even more messy because of the traces of the Immortal Society's battles with Mendevilel and Zhuang Sihong. Before jumping off the hover, the paper ancestor Asuka smiled and half-crouched on the edge of the hover, and stretched out his hand towards Izumi Araga. Izumi didn't look at him, just patted him lightly on the shoulder, and jumped straight down from the door that opened on the other side. The moment his body left the hovercraft completely, the azure chains surged up to the flat ground, gently supporting the soles of his feet, and then carefully sending him completely to the ground. Izumi Arana turned around, and the paper ancestor bird on the other side poked the chain that was about to return to the ground in some surprise, and was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly laughed: "Arabami-kun, if you only half a meter, you won't die even if you jump?" ”

"This is to prevent accidents, and if you, like Mr. Mendechel, are injured not by the heteromorphous part but by the body, then you will be in trouble." Izumi spread his hands and sighed, out of fear that the clothes on his body would be assimilated, he didn't completely withdraw the isomorphs, but let them attach to his body - just the things he made were used on his own body, there should be no such problem. The paper ancestor bird jumped backwards with his usual smile, the crimson crystal landed on his back, and then flipped over and suspended in the air, winked at Izumi and flew to the side, rummaging through the traces of the battle for the debris that had not yet melted. The buds are green, and you can see the difference...... He stared blankly at the heterocrystalline clusters that became more and more visible as the night darkened, and as he glanced at them, he seemed to be able to see solidified humans and animals, all of which were somewhat missing, probably mixed with other homomorphic substances.

“…… There are no ...... here either."

The fact that this bud is green is not harvested, or it may be because some systems with similar wavelengths and data are all counted. Izumi walked past the debris, and was about to continue searching, but suddenly noticed that something seemed to be approaching him—he quickly looked in that direction, but there was nothing there, and there was no corresponding place on the monitoring meter. There are only isomorphs, overwhelming isomorphs, and...... Dead. However, the thing that was close seemed to be getting closer and deeper, not only staying beside him, as if it had even reached out to touch him. Izumi gasped, and chains erupted from under his feet, hovering around for help. But that's when —

"Ah, it's you."

His gaze suddenly met that of a teenager.

The boy looked much younger than him, even smaller than Rico Kawashima, with hip-length hair and a wide hospital gown that even covered his entire hand; His skin was slightly bronzed, like the one he had seen in books and had been working outside the home all year round. He reflexively took two steps back and clenched his fists, scrutinizing the other party carefully, reason calming him down for a while and ready to move.

“…… Do you know me? He threw out the question.

The boy had a nonchalant expression, or rather an expected expression, and when he raised his hand, his sleeve covered half of his face, and only the eyes that seemed a little blank looked at him. Just when Izumi wanted to repeat the question just now, he suddenly came up with a smile and gently touched the tip of his nose with that sleeve: "Do you think we will meet?" ”

Strange question. Izumi Huangbo frowned, lowered his head and quickly glanced at the monitoring watch, where the paper ancestor bird was not far from him. He tried to keep his eyes off and moved his thumb slightly to try to inform his companion of the news, but the boy grabbed his wrist.

"What do you want to do? I'm not a dangerous person, but speaking of which, you're doing pretty well at the base. Had a good life and a good stay...... Did you survive or something? The young man showed a nostalgic expression, and smiled with subtle and sad eyes, "...... But it's so bad you didn't get out, I knew I had to ...... whatever I said at the time."

Izumi didn't listen to the rest of the words at all. For a moment, his mind went blank, and all that poured into his mind was three layers of wind curling with isomorphs and walls, and what he had sucked into his chest was heavy and sharp, as if it were going to be stripped away from even the most basic breaths. I have the impression that everyone seems to be on the run.,Those who can't be named seem to be able to call out now.,This is Yoshitaka Daiko.,That is Mariko of Fire.,And then these are the people of the third layer who I've probably seen before.,And the battle guide.,And ......

…… The teenager.

But he, like everyone else, fled around in panic with panic on his face, trying to find an exit. Speaking of which, why didn't you think about escaping at all? Is it that he is imprisoned by instinct, and he doesn't even have the ability to move his body?

He couldn't remember it at all.

"......—you, are ......"

It was true that he should have spoken like this, but the rest of the words were abruptly interrupted. He had no idea what the person in front of him should be called, and he didn't know why he had to say it as he pleased. However, when he came back to his senses, the young man in front of him had disappeared at some point, and was replaced by a mirror staring at him. The mirror, the mirror reflected in the mirror, and the myriad mirrors, each one reflected his face, the one that had been dyed a little unprepared. He summoned the chains, but before that the mirror had surrounded him, sealing off the only way out.

…… Oops, it's a trap -

"-Arana-kun!! Beware!! ”

A sharp chopping sound rang out. The crimson axe blade and the worried face of the paper ancestor Asuka came into view. The mirrors were shattered countless times, their cheeks regenerated and destroyed countless times in sharp debris. The axe destroys it all, then spun in a full circle to shatter the mirrors that spread to the top, and then cut a way backwards. Asuka grabbed Izumi's arm with his other hand, and Izumi hurriedly tied the two of them with chains, and then connected the other end to the electromorphized telephone pole in front of him. The length of the chains shortened dramatically, pulling both of them back from the heavy mirror back to the relative safety of the ground. Immediately before the two of them could catch their breath, Paper Ancestor Asuka hurriedly pressed the monitoring table again, and the two of them jumped on the suspension device that fell urgently and removed the isomorphs on the soles of their feet at the same time. The hoverizer didn't stop for a moment, driving higher, and soon jumped over the pole and flew off the road back.

"Asuka-kun, the ring ......!"

"Ahh I've found it, don't worry......" Paper Ancestor Asuka took out the bud green ring from his pocket and shook it at him, "It's you, what did you just encounter?" You didn't react when I called you, and the isomorphic reaction index over there was very high, and I only found out that you were actually surrounded by those things!! Too bad, isn't it...... How are you, do you have any injuries? ”

"Probably not, hiss, it hurts......"

Izumi wanted to wave his hand, but he felt a sharp pain under his forearm, and when he looked closely, he noticed a row of jagged scars, and at that scar, the gray anomorphs were slowly but carefully devouring his clothes. He quickly tore off the fabric, opened the window and threw it down.

"Wow."

“…… Clothes...... Forget it, let's just say that it was glued on patrol, anyway, it has to be replaced almost every time you fight. ”

"But this is what you usually wear, right?!"

"Ah, who knows."

"Don't look like you're out of the way...... There's an injury here, too, so let's go to Yanagida in a moment. ”

"Wow! Welcome back! We thought something was going to happen to you! But Izumi, you're injured here, aren't you? Wait a minute, I'll go get the first aid kit. Keitaro Yanagida sent them to the console as he rummaged through the floor full of snacks and small toys. Izumi Huangbo stared at the blue isomorph that was about to leak out of his skin, and his eyes of the same color as the alien crystal and the whites of his eyes were squinting slightly. The paper ancestor bird looked at the ring in his hand, and glanced at the silent spring barren wave through the reflection.

"Alright, Izumi, stretch out your hand."

Izumi Arami stretched out his hand, and Kyotaro Yanagida grabbed his hand and gently squeezed his wrist, and soon pressed the injured part. Izumi stopped looking over his head slightly, clenching his fists uncomfortably in pain. A cold ointment was pressed against the wound and slowly applied to the entire exposed area; Then a roll of bandages was taken out by the other party again, and carefully wrapped around the wound, at this time, the place where the ointment had been applied had begun to be hot, and even touched the nerves that had been completely isomorphized inside. Only then would he begin to wonder what his inner structure was like. However, when Mr. Mendevilel was injured, it was not only the anomaly but also the blood gushing out, right? After all, can the messenger be called a ......

…… He sighed.

"Okay, that's fine! What's wrong, Izumi? You don't look happy. Keitaro Yanagida looked up, his eyes rolling around with small pupils.

"No, didn't think about anything. …… By the way, Mr. Yanagida, is there one thing that I can ask? ”

"Ahh

“…… I think I said before that Mr. Yanagida can't be a messenger because of mental problems, so if you don't mind, can you tell me? ”

"Ah, wait! Arabata-kun, you don't know each other-".

The paper ancestor Asuka swooped over and shook Izumi Arami's shoulder, and Yanagida Kyotaro's expression was stunned for a moment, but in an instant he returned to his original cynical appearance.

“…… Ha, if you care about this, that's interesting, let's tell you a story, right? ”