Emotion Taster

Arc 2 Banquet: Chapter 8 - I Hope It Doesn't Last

Hn!?

Dug, drug ....

Suddenly there was a surge of emotion, a spicy taste and adrenaline I felt in the body solidified.

“... HaAakhg ..!!”

Amalia screamed, she lunged with her fists at me. Running fast with a face full of anger.

Hh!?

I stepped back, stalling for time to be able to at least get a split second to read his movements.

Sip.

I moved one step to the side, making Amalia's punch slip. As his body approached, I held back the fist. With a simple gesture, I made him fall, broke the pedestal on his leg, then pulled the fist just back to lock onto his body.

Gbrukh.

The girl also fell. I held it like a cop was holding a criminal. Amalia fell on her stomach with the right hand I locked on her back.

“Hh, huh, Hkmn ...” Amalia's breath was held back a little because her face smelled the ground. With this kind of situation, he grew even more limp and until his resistance weakened.

*Whoush ....

“...”

Back gone, the emotional wave of Amalia's anger gradually vanished as she stopped revolting. Seeing him, I also began to take off the grip so that the girl could escape.

“Amalia ..?” call me a little worried.

“...”

The girl did not answer. His condition was not so good that he made his body slow. Therefore, as he tried to get up, I walked in front of him and offered help.

I held the hand right in front of his face that was still facing the ground. Seeing this, Amalia accepted and caught my hand so that I could stand up.

“You okay?” continue many.

“...”

Answer the girl with a nod.

Amalia's expression did not look good either, her eyes were blank with no smile on her face, her pale skin also started to sweat coldly. I can feel it .. Negative emotions and dark feelings that make my hands shiver.

Fear ... Of course it won't be as easy as I imagined.

The atmosphere was tense for a while. But Amalia tried to cover it up with a smile. Even though the face can be changed, the emotions cannot lie.

From the beginning to the end of our journey home, Amalia still kept her fear in her chest. I wanted to help, but was still confused about how to calm her down.

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Amalia's powers use emotional shards to be transformed into new powers, such as anger for fighting abilities. But, of course there is a weakness.

As the girl begins to use the magic, her consciousness slowly disappears and is replaced by a new personality that is in line with her emotions. This makes the power difficult to control, or rather Amalia disappeared from the control of her body.

The hardest and most dangerous force to use is anger. I've been trying and doing research with Amalia a few times over the last month or so. The result is quite unique, he has a lot of ability in each color of emotion itself.

Like happiness, he could make people smile and thrill his heart for a moment. Useful ability to help remove sadness.

Or shame, he can have the ability to eliminate his existence so as not to be noticed by others, even though the power does not apply to me that can detect the waves of his emotions.

There are still many emotions that we have not yet discovered its power. For some reason other than the emotion of anger we need to figure out every form of power itself. In fact, the new personalities who possessed Amalia also did not know the details of their strength. In contrast to the angry person who immediately gave a fist to everyone displaying his skills once activated.

And talk about angry personals. I who have the automatic active ability was not alone, it is no coincidence that Amalia once activated her personal anger. The girl can be immersed in the emotions she has until the person takes over activating her powers unilaterally.

“...”

It is still unknown what emotions were represented on the person at that time. But, clearly it was not an ordinary emotion of anger. His personality at that time was calmer and deeper. Although equally angry, but the usual anger tends to be brutal without direction. Unlike that time which tends to show cold blood psychopaths.

I finally reached the backyard, walked from that direction and finally opened the door to enter.

*Black.

The sound of a mechanical knock on the door I pulled. Due to the quiet environment, the movement to open the door can produce a loud noise.

Lately I've been coming home late, it's all because of Amalia's strength training. But, it seems like none of the members of this family are worried about me. In fact, I'm more of a freak with that girl who never gets a phone call worrying parents every late return.

“Ehehe ..” The sound of a girl laughing from inside the house, although it sounds more like a whimper. “Eh!? Masa, anyway? Eh~ so, he's out of the same way in January, well.”

“...”

It was Dina's sister, lately she became a phone addict and often created her own world in the house. The sound of laughter and chunks of chatter that I did not understand made the atmosphere heavy to enter the scope of his conversation. It's like there's a special wall that limits Dina's chat with the person on the other end of the phone.

The girl sat on the sofa, leaving the television on without being watched and cool herself with her Handphone. I had no intention of turning off the television, or even moving it. If I do he will get angry and cause negative emotions. Somehow lately he has been a little turned into an open child full of association.

That might be a positive thing. However, sometimes I feel a little upset when sister Dina starts to defy neglecting the housework.

“Kak, eat now what?”

“Un, un, so baso near the fishing gear store is good, well?”

“...”

Unfortunately that's not the answer. The girl did not talk to me, she was still busy with her phone to the point of ignoring me who was on the side.

“Kak?” call me once more.

“Hah? How's it? You wanna go there later? Also invite, donk~”

Hm?

This time the response was a little different. Brother Dina gave me a hand gesture that I would like to mark 'stop' or 'wait'. Although her words were straightforward and she wanted to stay focused on the phone, she was still trying to communicate with me just now.

All right, I'll talk to him when it's over. Besides, that doesn't mean I can't take care of myself. Cooking something simple I can still do.

I walked around, from the living room to the sofa to the kitchen and stove.

“Ah ... Van,” call my brother from the living room. “If you want to eat just take fried tempe in the refrigerator.”

Slightly disappointed by his remark, today's menu was untouched by his skillful cooking hands. But, it's better than nothing. At least he tried to talk to me.

I followed his orders to prepare my own meal. Besides because of sister Dina who turned busy with her friend, I who came home late is also the reason all this can happen. We have not eaten together at dinner lately. The quiet atmosphere in the house also grew quieter, it felt uncomfortable living in a spacious house with few residents.

After finishing cooking and finishing the rations, I also did not forget to clean up the impurities made. It made me calmer and avoided the negative emotions of Dina who was sometimes annoyed when I handed her dirty dishes.

I began to approach my brother in the living room. Noticing the sound of the chatter being stopped meant that the girl was done with her phone.

“...”

However, now he was still busy with his Handphone. By moving her fingers, sister Dina looks agile to chat.

Huh ....

Laziness even attacks, the appetite to communicate with sister Dina is also lost. I undo my intentions and go to the second floor room to lock myself in rest.

　

　

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