The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
16. The Presence of the Lakon
“But there is a possibility, that there is another helping hand, and he remains the brain of the doer.”
Yuka rolled her two eyeballs off guard hearing how insistent the Head of Department was assigning Big Brother from Mika as a suspect. “If you're sure the killer has a plot, why don't you guys move right away? Though there have been many casualties even though what you consider the mastermind has been detained, but you do not seem to care about the unrest of many people, the indifference of this case seems to think they deserve to die for having a deviant job.”
Kazue Aoyama turned his body. “Nona, should not say that,” snatch Head of Department with both eyebrows swooping, forehead wrinkles, and a smoldering highlight.
Meanwhile, the corner of Yuka's lips was pulled upwards as a reciprocal against the interlocutor without diverting eye contact, “that's just the conclusion of my observation, if opposite you need not be offended, <TAG1>that's just the conclusion of my observation, if opposite you need not be offended,” then got a response in the form of a shout, and one eyebrow the girl was wrapped around accompanied by a shoulder blink.
“The head of the Kazue Department, the perpetrator of the murder of the comfort woman appears at the Eishi Inn, holds a geisha hostage, and sends an ultimatum to Hitoshi Midori to confront him!”
The loud screeching from the outside further adds to the anger of the leader. A soldier came in a hurry to enter the corpse examination without doing any respect to make the Head of Department furious, but a series of reports on the sidelines of the breathing fireworks subordinates made him speechless. His pupils moved furiously down the wooden floor, breaking the belief that the name he had just been charged with was not the perpetrator. There, he stood up like a comedian, then the humans without souls suddenly came back to life laughing at his stupidity for following the polity even though it had been given a direction. However, he was blind because covered by the side of the earth considers himself more experienced than the younger generation.
“Next, what will you do?”
Stuck by Kazue Aoyama, his retina gradually watched the white-haired youth ask a question while cleaning his hands, a voice that did not have a funny tone as if scornful, also did not sound like challenging. Just channeled calmness to the intonation of the voice and the pure face asked without judgment.
While elsewhere, many eyes stared at the lifeless body in the green courtyard, red liquid splashed in all directions including on the walls forming a painting of savagery that produced the horrors of the observers. The masterpiece creator stood on the roof of the inn, braving the scorching sun with a beautiful woman in his arms. Ignoring all the cries of pain, screams of helplessness, and abuse that are called for in the absence of a sense of humanity. All of the roars mingled with the wind that waved the blood-stained robe.
No one knew how the perpetrator looked like, the head covering actually fulfilled its duty to protect his identity from the eyes of outsiders. From the very beginning, his arrival was indeed as a guest without anyone suspecting that it had any hidden intent, namely channeling the anger lodged in the heart to a place where the nobles fiddled and did disgusting things such as harassing the prostitutes, he said it should be eradicated. Although many barricades were blocked, but still not enough to stop the rampage, precisely they as a barrier were destroyed with only one type of weapon used, and behind the hood was embedded the arrears saw everyone exhausted. Indeed addressed to someone who is waiting finally seen the trunk of his nose.
Hitoshi Midori got off the horse carriage, accompanied by several soldiers flanking on the right and left sides, walking into the courtyard full of puddles of deep red liquid. In that instant, the creator of the shades of cruelty pushed the woman who was taken prisoner, then the young man immediately ran accompanied by the cries of fear of the community, he jumped to catch the body of a geisha. Make himself as a pedestal so that the comfort woman is not injured. Ridiculous, it was just that his body was moving on its own without deliberating first with his common sense before sacrificing his shaved body. The woman immediately apologized and thanked him for being saved, then taken away by his colleagues.
“Impressive,” comments someone on the roof, jumping down facing the man he gave an ultimatum to catch him. His eyes peeked at each head that was watching him. “We start!” while throwing his weapon in any direction, the person then attacks the jaw, then turns the body levitating a kick until his opponent is stranded due to lack of preparation.
“I don't want anyone to interrupt!” he exclaimed, then turned to look at Midori who was struggling to stand up straight. Without wasting any time, he immediately returned to attack, clenching his hands eyeing the opponent's face.
With a deft Midori moves to avoid the fist, ironically too slow to respond to the lightning movement in the form of a tight blow to the stomach until it fell crouching holding the sick body part. It coughed, choked with saliva mixed with blood, then spat out. Regardless of the condition of the opponent, the perpetrator ran, then kicked until he was sprawled.
“Come, get up, fight me, and unlock my identity!”
Sentence orders from a criminal who has made him tormented in a prison cell like the criminal himself makes him inflamed. Midori snorted furiously, again trying to get up, and made the first attack. His movements were blindly because his retina caught the figure of his sister standing anxiously flanked by the soldiers. The tip of his heart throbbed pain looking at the crystal droplets from Mika's eyelids when he got a slap to tear the corners of his lips, he was angry because it made the girl full of laughter to bite her lips because of worry towards him. Gripping the wrist that suddenly ambushed from behind, then pulling forward—slam the perpetrator of the crime to the ground, the elbow was directed to the heart until a loud echo of howls was heard.
Not wasting any time, Midori immediately pulled out the headscarf. Buying his eyes found the counter figure grimacing in pain staring at him.
“Young Master Fusae?!” a man's cry followed by an unexpected cry from the mouths of others.
A grin rose on the face of the sole son of the largest farm owner in Matsuko looking at the frozen Midori.
“Why are you quiet? Catch her!” it was clear who gave the edict in a thunderous voice if it was no longer Kazue Aoyama for the people, rather his men were awakened from the distrust of their vision.
“It is enough, everyone has seen the appearance of the real killer,” as long as Young Master Fusae, the biggest smile to see the anger of the residents, then his left hand looks up to the sky. Sudden sunlight is more dazzling than ever, so people are reluctant to open their eyes or accept the risk of being blind.
“Goodbye...,” he concluded when he saw someone behind the curtain of a horse carriage.
