At this moment, the blood on the notebook was gurgling down, and the dark red color had eroded the entire rooftop.
The originally solid concrete floor was soaked softly, like rotten sludge that had been deposited for a long time. Once you got stuck in it, you couldn't get out.
This is especially true for Ryosuke Amamori.
At this time, most of his body was submerged in the mud.
The strong pressure coming from his chest made his already uncomfortable breathing become even more rapid. He subconsciously swallowed invisible air in large mouthfuls, looking like he might suffocate at any time.
Looking at Ryosuke Yumori struggling painfully in front of him, a cruel smile suddenly appeared on Yumori Miku's little face.
"Hey, how does it feel to be shaped into someone else's shape, brother?"
"Hurry..." Ryosuke Yumori blushed.
"Hmm? Do you have anything to say?" Yumori Weijiu tilted his head and asked innocently.
"Hurry, stop quickly..." Ryosuke Yumori held on and raised his head.
"Don't...don't cry anymore..."
"With my brother here, there is nothing to be afraid of. My brother will always protect you..."
The smile on Yumori Mijiu's face suddenly stopped.
For a moment, her resentment grew stronger and she roared sternly.
"Do you think I will forgive you if you say such things?"
"With this kind of power, why do I need your protection?"
"The only thing I have to do now is to make you regret letting me appear in this world!"
Following her sharp voice, the dirty soil under her feet began to squirm, stirring together fiercely like a swarm of awakened snakes, trying to swallow everything up!
Whoosh.
At first, it was just one of thousands of wind noises.
But gradually, it became more like the trembling sound of a bullet coming out of the barrel, the rumble of a lawn mower starting up, and the roar of a plane taking off.
Looking from a distance, countless chaotic air currents are entangled in that invisible line, rushing towards this place!
It's a slash.
Moreover, it is an incomparably powerful slash!
It easily tore through the dark red mire, leaving a deep dent on the rooftop!
boom!
The gravel exploded violently.
At this moment, Yusen stared blankly at the falling scenery around him.
And the notebook that is close at hand but out of reach.
I realized something in hindsight.
Really... I was knocked away by the aftermath of that slash...
Damn it, I'm so unwilling to accept it, it's still a little bit close, it's obviously just a little bit...
"Weijiu!"
With a deafening roar, a ball of flesh bombs suddenly popped out of the dust.
He stretched out his hand with all his strength until he held Yumori Miku's slender arm tightly in his hand.
Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Yumori Mijiu's expression was startled.
My throat feels slightly bitter.
"Why, no notes were selected?"
"As long as there are notes, no matter how many versions of me you have, you can recreate them, right?"
"Isn't this kind of thing very clear from the beginning?"
Yumori Ryosuke's expression became extremely ferocious due to excessive exertion.
"That kind of crap is good no matter what, but you will always be the only sister I have!"
"Hooray, ha!"
He roared wildly and exerted force, and his waist bow suddenly tightened, trying to drag Yusen Weijiu up from outside the rooftop, but he failed several times, and instead she was gradually dragged towards the edge of the rooftop.
Yes, I was very clear about this kind of thing from the beginning.
"What a...idiot brother."
Looking at Ryosuke Yumori, who had a ferocious and terrifying expression in front of him, Yumori Miku suddenly laughed silently.
The gray notebook on one side passed over the two of them and continued to fall.
The next moment, the second slash came as promised.
The violent airflow locked every inch of space around it, instantly smashing it into pieces.
At the same time, Ryosuke Amamori felt the pulling sensation on his arm suddenly lighten.
It was as if the weight he was holding now, belonging to Yumori Miku, suddenly disappeared.
He opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at Yusen Weijiu outside the rooftop.
At this moment, Yu Senmi looked down at his ankle, which had turned into a light spot and disappeared, raised his head, and showed an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, brother, it seems my time is coming."
"No, no, how could it be possible? If my brother is here, he will definitely find a way to save you!"
Yumori Ryosuke hurriedly stretched out his hand to hug his sister's body.
But the arm passed through her body, leaving only air in the palm of her hand.
The corners of his eyes trembled violently, and he turned his head and shouted heartbreakingly.
"Who can save my sister? Anyone can do anything you want me to do. Someone come and save her!"
"That's enough, brother." Yu Senmi said calmly.
"Being able to come to this world and meet someone who loves me is enough for me."
"Especially when I know that I am loved not as Yumori Miku, but as my brother's sister, I... am really happy."
"I'm so happy that I want to tell the whole world how proud and proud I am to be my brother's sister."
Her voice became weaker and weaker, and she glanced regretfully at her legs that had turned into light spots and disappeared, and a regretful smile appeared on her face.
"However, it seems that this wish can no longer be realized."
"Although I really want to do it myself, it seems that I can only ask you, brother."
"Please come out and tell the world loudly."
"After all, even if there is no more Weijiu in this world, there is still Weijiu's favorite brother in this world."
"Can you grant me this wish?"
"Okay...Okay...I promise you, as long as it is your wish, I will agree..."
Ryosuke Amamori choked with tears and snot in his mouth.
"Don't cry so ugly." Yumori raised his arm with difficulty, letting the dissipated light rub against Yumori Ryosuke's cheek, pretending to be relaxed, "As a brother, I can't show such an expression in front of my sister.
Where are the creatures..."
"Uh-huh......"
Yumori Ryosuke stretched out his hand to wipe the red eyes, and tried his best to show a cheerful smile.
Seeing this, Yu Senmijiu also smiled.
Her sleeves immediately fell gently to one side, and her voice was low and inaudible.
"Brother, if...I can see Weijiu, I will tell her."
"I will tell her that my brother has worked hard for us, really worked hard..."
Having said this, she raised her head, looked at the pure light shining with white light behind Yumori Ryosuke, and showed a happy smile.
"Right, Weijiu?"
...
Scraps of paper drifted over the fence, and the words above described a peaceful daily life.
"March 3rd, sunny."
"Tell Weijiu a bedtime story."
"Weijiu said that she likes Angel as much as she likes her brother."
...
Several kilometers away.
On the roof of the Miki Heavy Industries Building, a girl wearing a cherry-white kimono was standing right here.
She held a bamboo umbrella and chased the setting sun with calm eyes until it was completely buried under the invisible horizon.
In her other hand, she held a slender sword.
The slash just now was made by this humble-looking sword.
Suddenly, the girl's eyes moved slightly, as if she noticed something.
She turned her gaze and looked in the direction where she had just swung the knife.
That was a young man with black hair next to Maho Kosagawa on the laboratory floor of Shirogane-no-oka.
At this moment, he was staring at him coldly, and the expression on his face made people shudder.
Can you see yourself even from such a distance?
The girl frowned slightly.
The small sword in her hand was slowly raised. The blade was covered with a strong death aura, and the tip of the sword reached the opponent's throat.
This situation lasted for ten seconds.
Ten seconds later, looking at the other party's unwavering gaze, the girl's lips suddenly revealed a slight smile.
He put away the knife, turned around and left.
Sure enough, just as he thought, he couldn't see the scene here at all.
He just judged his approximate position through the slash just now, and vented his anger wherever possible.
Even though he was very angry, he could only stare.
It's almost as childish as a child having a tantrum.
only......
A glimmer of light flashed in the girl's calm eyes.
That naive child seemed to have an evil ghost in his eyes.