Santri Famiglia's

Counteracts

"Yorokonde iku tte ..," Mitsuki's inner self felt ironic.

Sanubari and Anki must have thought the same thing. Abrizar is no exception, if the blind man knows what it means. They just show up in an unpleasant way. Where maybe Anki can happily obey them.

Mitsuki would think that word would not hurt if she positioned herself as a suspect. However, his mindset will certainly change when positioning himself as a victim. Since Mitsuki was on Anki's side, she placed her point of view as the victim.

The man before Anki had just said something ridiculous. As Mitsuki thought, no one would be happy to join an unidentified gunman. Although there is a sweet promise behind him, Anki still hesitates. He turned his head, looking at Sanubari who was still held captive by the short sword and gun.

The sharp side is as if it is not far from the clean skin of Sanubari. His eyes moved in the other direction, the missile's hole directed right into Sanubari's temple. Those two weapons would probably move depending on his decision.

In Anki's mind right now there is only Sanubari's safety, even though he himself is not in a position to defend himself. Hence, Anki had no choice but to respond to the requests of these three foreign men with, "Watashi—"

Anki's sentence was cut off when suddenly the gun moved in another direction very quickly. Along with the sound of shouts and punches, heavy metal clashed. The gun was thrown, darting on the floor of the carriage until it went under the chair.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to, Anki," Mitsuki said with a gentle smile.

Anki flinched following the hand movements of one of the men dressed in black. I don't know since when Mitsuki has been standing behind the man who previously held the gun, and twisted the man's hand. The two black-clothed men were shocked by the impromptu counterattack.

Finished saying so to Anki, Mitsuki switched to whispering to the man whose hand she had locked, "The danger of playing a weapon in a public place, Uncle! Uncle knows Indonesian, right? Do not repeat again next time!"

Sanubari did not waste the opportunity that Mitsuki had created. Just one, two seconds apart from Mitsuki's action, Sanubari snatched the short sword from the hand of the black-clothed man. Then, he kicked the man.

Suppose the passengers behind them were not evasive enough, they may have been crushed by the body of a black-clothed man who was pushed back. Everyone is hysterical. They're scattering out of the car.

The platform is so deserted. Not a single passenger was waiting for the train. Maybe they've entered another car. There may also be no passengers at all from the beginning, except those who have boarded from Osu station.

No one cares about this. Each one of them just wanted to get out of that place. On the portal of each lane, several masked men stood guard. The men were just allowed to pass by. While the women were intercepted.

"Anki Shiragami?" The question is repeated every time a woman approaches, not wanting to miss their target.

"Naraba, douzo!" The man who had just asked also stuck out his hand, making gestures like a servant who was inviting in.

"Arygato!" The woman hesitantly thanked him, then hurriedly ran away from the portal.

The atmosphere is so ambiguous. The woman no longer knew if this was just a field play or a real incident.

"Sunao na henji wo ageru tte omotteru no?" ask the other masked man to the man who just asked. Which means, 'You think they'll give you an honest answer?'.

The man could no longer allow his comrade to work carelessly. From now on, all the women who answered did not know always just passed it. Without further confirmation or examination, the man was again waiting for the next woman.

"Shiru monga." The colleague replied 'How do I know' while winking indifferently.

Carrying is very relaxed, to make the men of one team shake. Another woman was left through the portal. The man holding the phone kept looking at the woman who had just passed by.

"Young na koto wo suru na!" reprimand the man holding the phone so that the man who likes to ask the name of the target stops doing things in vain. According to him, the question posed to every woman is useless. Anyone can lie if they know they're being targeted. The answer 'not knowing or not' can not be used as a benchmark for liberation.

"Bakara, shashin wo mite kakunin shite choudai!" casually, the masked man who likes to ask instead asked his partner to see the photo and make sure the woman they met Anki or not.

The man holding the phone looked at the masked man before him. He could not look behind the mask. However, from the expression of his eyes, the man knew his partner was smiling.

"Saki kara sou yatteiru no janai ndarou, ore?" The man holding the phone pointed his screen at his partner.

Without being ordered, he has done it since. If not, he might have let the women through. The masked man who liked to ask noticed the photo of the girl shown to him.

"Huwao, sugee bijin and. Paafekuto!" strap it with sparkling eyes. He clapped his hands, greatly admiring the pictures in the cell phone. What a very beautiful girl, perfect—such compliments just say.