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The bartender said there was nothing wrong with giving it to him as a gift, but after all he didn't have the nerve to take it from him for free.
Just with a quick test he could feel that the quality of the eight-sided bright silver hammer was far superior to that of his damaged dagger.
Regardless of whether the profiteers are satisfied or not, Sakurai still gives a number to show his intention.
"No, no, no, Sakurai-san, you are being unreasonable. We agreed to give it to you, so we are definitely embarrassed to ask you for money. As long as you continue to take care of our business in the future, we will be very satisfied."
The current bartender is trying to pretend to be rich and stubborn, and even though his heart is bleeding, he still pretends to be indifferent with the shamelessness of an immortal.
"Thanks. I'll be leaving now."
After taking a deep look at the bartender, Sakurai put the octagonal silver hammer upright into his shoulder bag and walked away contentedly.
I hope Brother Sakurai will treat it well.
The bartender watched Sakurai leave and sat down on the ground, covering his bleeding chest.
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......
Sakurai was so tired that all he could think about was sleeping. After leaving the izakaya, he hailed a taxi and went straight to Ichinose High School.
It was not until he arrived at the gate and noticed the strange looks from his classmates that he realized how "special" his outfit was.
Sakurai looked down at her dress that was too loose, and straightened her crooked crown. She still silently made a note of the bartender who called her over.
After thinking it over, Sakurai decided not to continue with the mistake. He turned 180 degrees and hailed another taxi to go directly to the apartment.
After throwing away her crown and taking off her dress, Sakurai fell asleep peacefully as soon as her head touched the pillow.
In the shoulder bag, Sakurai's new companion, the octagonal silver hammer, glowed faintly.
82. I am you and you are me, both Sakurai and Yin Jing (end of this volume)
"Here, where is it?"
Sakurai, who seemed to be falling endlessly, opened his eyes and found that everything in front of him was white.
He clearly remembered that he fell asleep in bed.
Where is this.
With his brows furrowed, Sakurai raised a hand and began to explore here.
This is a square space of approximately ten meters by ten meters.
There isn't any hidden exit, so am I trapped?
Is it a dream?
But it shouldn’t hurt in dreams.
Sakurai pinched himself and grimaced in pain, becoming even more confused.
and many more...
Why am I in pain?
Sakurai opened his eyes wide and suddenly reacted belatedly.
It is obvious that his body has no sense of pain.
What is...
what's the situation.
"Hello."
"first meet."
Just when Sakurai was in doubt, a somewhat cold voice came from behind him.
This voice feels so familiar.
Squinting his eyes, Sakurai determined the opponent's position by feel, and in an instant he slid, turned around and threw a punch.
At the same time that Sakurai swung his punch, the person behind him raised his hand in sync and caught Sakurai's punch.
"Even if you lose your memory, your reaction in this regard is still exactly the same."
The mysterious man smiled and looked at Sakurai quietly.
Black hair and brown eyes, he looks to be in his twenties. Whether it's his appearance or his demeanor, Sakurai feels strangely familiar with him.
just like...
Same as myself.
"Where is this place?"
"Who are you."
With strong vigilance, Sakurai looked at the other party coldly.
"The words here are your dreams and the deepest part of your soul."
"This one hundred square meter room is all yours."
"It's a secret that cannot be told."
“It is an empty illusion.”
“It is the truth that is not allowed to be made public.”
"As for my words..."
"I am you and you are me."
"I am a non-existent phantom, a hollow and absurd shadow, a foreign object that should not exist."
"My name is——"
"Yin Jing."
Looking at Sakurai, the mysterious man raised one hand and spoke passionately.
"I don't think I've ever been a Riddler."
Squinting his eyes, Sakurai had the urge to punch the guy in front of him.
For some reason, he instinctively disliked guys like the mysterious man.
"Indeed, I hate the Riddler, too."
"My mother asked me to tell you what I just said."
"It's a pity that I didn't learn it well enough."
He nodded in agreement, and the man who called himself Yin Jing yawned, breaking away from his mysterious look.
"Mother?"
"me?"
Hearing this word, Sakurai had a very special feeling.
My heart was twitching with pain and my eyes were a little dry and sore.
What does it feel like.
Sakurai couldn't understand.
"What you're feeling now is called sadness."
"Even though you've lost your memory, you're still grieving your mother's death."
"This feeling is connected by blood, and even time and the world cannot separate us."
Yin Jing said this after seeing [his] current situation at a glance.
"Sad, me?"
"Why..."
"Would I be sad because of someone I don't remember?"
Sakurai couldn't understand, there was absolutely no reason.
"It's simple, because even if you don't remember, there are still traces of memory loss that cannot be erased or changed."
"That's emotion."
"Didn't you notice?"
"You are the same as me."
Yin Jing smiled and moved closer to Sakurai. The two people with similar expressions and temperaments looked at each other.
"You don't think that your current personality and habits are all copied from that [Mafuyu-san], do you?"
"You don't remember not realizing it, but it seems to me."
“We can say it’s exactly the same.”
"You didn't learn to be this way, you are just this way."
"Because that's who I am."
Yin Jing looked at Sakurai, his words full of meaning.
"Feelings are far superior to memories?"
"I can not understand."
"Is the mother you are talking about the one in my dream?"
"The dead woman with a pierced heart."
Sakurai took several steps back, his expression uglier than ever.
His eyes were red without him realizing it, and he was extremely confused and puzzled.
"Yes, that's the mother."
"She died to protect [me], to save the world."