Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 57 - Training With Imarine

"..."

*Whoush ....

Emotional waves.

My mouth had not felt those waves of emotions for a long time. Because, I also know one person who can release this sensation.

Organic waste smell.

That's probably the closest I'll get if I explain. This time it is not too strong, as well as the smell of passing that had penetrated in front of the nose, just when we pass by with a motor in the landfill.

Imarine has a special aroma when in a state of depression. He was depressed because of various things to cause a wave of his emotions to smell bad.

Earlier I complained because my emotional detection power was weakening. But, in this moment I returned grateful for not having to run away from him or maybe just coughing chokes due to the shock of the emotional surge. This condition can still be withheld and allows me to talk normally.

"I think the previous time, it was just my selfish result, Kaivan. But, make me serious now. Arin ... he is again unstable," Imarine said in a clear tone.

Hearing the word unstable, I remembered the position when they had fought each other and held grudges. The journey of their lives is quite colored by many climbs considering the environmental background makes the friendship break.

Now I see Imarine can smile with satisfaction. On the other hand, I also saw a soft-hearted Azarin with no intention of hitting each other. They resume their relationship as usual.

"Aren't you guys better yet? I didn't think Azarin would get out of control when you showed me the hug scene in front of me."

"I'm the same Arin now there's no problem. Just like you shadowed. But, I still can't lie, and Arin also .. if his existence is just a lie."

"..."

Lies, yes.

Imarine is not a fool, I believe he can understand the situation without needing to be convinced in such a way. So, at that time I deliberately did not put up a vein to convince, in the end only the person could decide.

"Arin knows, he's dead. He had memories of his death and had told stories. Until now, he was still afraid because life was just to wait for death again."

"..."

Ah, yes. I-i understand.

The condition of the girl is in an extraordinary threat. When Hanz kills people he calls dead before, Azarin will have a reaction to the action.

He also told me that he knew he was dead. He had that memory, meaning he did know the value of his existence which was still ambiguous.

"So, Kaivan. I'm asking you for help. Quickly finish as much as possible, and if possible do not kill Arin if you do not need to," said the follow-up sentence Imarine who again pleaded.

Actually I don't like how Imarine added the word 'if not necessary' in the back. It's like he and Azarin themselves have given me permission to kill if circumstances permit.

But, for his own purposes, it was a positive thing. Although I felt my humanity was taken away, on the other hand I appreciated the strong determination of both.

"Okay, I'll try to finish as much as possible. Just how I use my power to tell lies. For a while I couldn't wear it" answered me, who gave me no firm hope.

"Are your powers really broken? Cara kayak, 'are you the killer?' keep looking at the emotional response that can't?"

A simple thought. I also hope that if my strength, then this problem can be solved in such a simple way. But ....

"No, I can't" I replied, shaking a little. "If you say Arin's unstable, I'm the same. My strength has been in an unclear position lately. Maybe I can feel different sensations in each person who lies. But, I didn't know he was actually lying or not."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's also proof that my powers are complicated, Ima."

"If so, is there anything I can help you with right now?"

"Help?" repeat reflexively while putting your chin and thinking. "I mean help my sore body now?"

"Not that, it means help you practice."

"Passage training?"

"Why did you suddenly go there, anyway? If you ask me to, don't go to me. To your friend Farrel."

"Heh, I don't have a hobby on the same massage guy," I said slightly shrugged and cleared my throat a little.

"Tch," decamped the tongue of Imarine as a sign of contempt for me. "I mean training on your strength. You helped Amalia with her magic training. Maybe now I can help you too."

Eh?

"Do you know where I'm going to help Amalia do the exercises?"

"Where is it up, right? It doesn't matter either" he said slightly up and jerked in annoyance. "So, mah or no!?"

"..."

"OK," I nodded and started to stand up from my bed, walking closer towards Imarine until it formed a distance of only about thirty inches.

"Wo-woi, why are you so close, Van?" the Imarine protest that began to retreat one step as resistance.

The girl was not strangely surprised. The sudden change in atmosphere made him panic a little. A man who was originally a distant interlocutor even approached. Naturally, our height difference also made its own pressure that frightened Imarine.

"My strength is amplified from a distance, like a signal. For now, maybe this is a way that I can be sensitive to the same waves of your emotions," I said explaining the meaning of the action.

"oh-oh ... That, yes."

"Why? If you don't want to, I don't mean it."

"Whisper! Just stand up doank deck I can too!"

The girl began to calm down by herself. The step back he took was taken back until our distance was again thirty inches.

Staring at his eyes parallel to my chin, this gave a hint of nervousness even to me as well. Standing face to face like I was being punished by someone. But, all right, I'm here to try something.

"Now what?" asked Imarine who was waiting for the cue.

"Look at my eyes, keep telling me you like me."

"Huh!? Why should I say–"

"If you don't want to be okay, I don't make–"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! I said now!"

Our sentences intersect with each other. That regret made Imarine scream and raise his voice at me. Even so, I actually did it on the basis of deliberate. Something expressive and loud will emit a surge of emotions that are easily felt.

*gluc

Not me, but Imarine.

His expression prepared mentally, gulped and put one hand on his chest. I could feel it clearly when we were close together like this.

"Ka-Kaivan, a-aku– Huft ... Hah .. I like you."

It did not take too long, it turns out that Imarine really did it even though the sentence was not smooth.

"..."

"..."

I was there trying to close my eyes, feeling something I might feel. A wave of emotion, a supposed surge of stinging on the tongue.

"..."

"..."

Five seconds, and still nothing happened. Compared to the surge of emotions, I felt a cold pressure point at me. Not the detection power of emotions, more toward intuition as a human social being. This made me also shrouded in anxiety, slowly I also began to open my eyes to see the situation.

"Why are you silent, Ivan?" asked Imarine who was still standing close staring at the tangled.

"Me, I'm looking for another wave of lying emotions. So, I shut up and try to focus on let–"

*punch

Buk.

"Ghuakh!!?"

Not a surge of emotion, but a hard fist that I felt made my breath choke. I almost forgot, Imarine was one of those women who had the courage to hit men with her athletic power.

"Akghnm," my voice softly held the stomach and fell into a half-standing position enduring the pain.

But, there Imarine ignored me, walking away from the room as if she were innocent.

"Wo-woi ... How is the exercise?" my question was to glance towards Imarine before he actually left.

"I don't care" replied Imarine with a furious face, his body that had passed through the door finally escaped my supervision.

Heh, look .. I who now can't even know when he's angry. In fact, in the past in the case of Amalia, I could always feel a surge of emotion from anger, making me able to avoid every attack.