The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
17. Final Round
The mist of everyone because the perpetrator disappeared suddenly, also never found while the reverberation of bells ringing signifies the sun is moving towards the west, and the moon is ready to occupy the throne of the sky. Echoes pitched a thunderous command to go along each road, the direction of checking places that are rarely known so as not to escape checked may be used to hide. Security is certainly stronger because Atsuyoshi Castle also took part by deploying his students to guard the entrance and exit of Matsuko area, and assigned to protect the community.
A human figure leaning on the pillar of the tower, a smile reflected on his lips as he stared at the stretch of the man in order to catch one man even though the citizens and the military were on the opposite side. The boisterous cries of abuse aimed at him made him giggle until his net was closed. Funny, according to him. More precisely, everything seen by his retina is considered a joke. Actually he does not like to laugh excessively, but the sound of laughter is able to block the inner groan so that no one knows sadness, as well as falsehoods created to realize the rottenness of the pile of fame in the corner of the heart.
The assumption that no one knows turns out to be misguided, that there is someone who is able to guess the mood even if only with eyes. The serration of memory revolves around the discussion of his disbelief over the expression that the eye cannot lie simply because no one around him understands his permanence, but his belief was broken only by the question of which side of him was present when he received a tube containing mushroom powder for proof if he still did not believe the person's statement.
Hissing due to the limit of information about the self has been surpassed by white-haired youth who look at the dark sky studded with stars, bulges in the neck move stifled like hesitating to throw a sentence in the esophagus, “what do you mean?”
The man's attention gradually turned to him, almost expressionless as he spoke. “That forgery means nothing to me, Young Master Fusae. That powerless nature is just a form of shield to protect your other self, ‘kan?”
He did not immediately respond, then turned his face.
“You'll hide until when?"
Again, no answer.
“Strokes in the rock as we fight are similar to the wounds of the victim. There is a lot of pressure on the left to point out the left-handed culprit, and the time in the store reinforces the assumption that hate speech is actually a form of transparent worry, in fact you showed how devoted in maintaining the mandate to do so far.”
Eyebrows swooping down a sharp sign of displeasure about the exposure being hurled like lightning striking. Still reluctant to meet face-to-face, the back molar teeth tightened while Ryuji continued to make a stark statement without faltering, all his words flowing quietly, and in order.
“The comfort woman you killed was a man from your father's enemies, ‘kan? Let them enter the area, then give distance before stabbing so that whatever news the prostitutes bring does not reach the Master.” Ryuji picked up the urn of ashes, “why do you think you're not caught so messily by your actions?”
Fusae looked up, then immediately looked down when their gazes met.
Ryuji slowly bends one of his knees against the ground, aligning his posture to the equivalent, “because, your father. He knows, but chooses silence because he has hope for you by placing Mr. Yutaka as a street cleaner.”
Katsuo turned his head very quickly, his lips urung open because first struck by a question, “want to hide until when?”
Ryuji repeated the same question, making him stupefied. Is correct. There is no way that he will remain unmoved in the shadow of self-evidence. His head turned, glancing at the Beloved's urn in the hands of the young man who revealed the information of some of his target nobles to hold a party at the Eishi Inn.
“There is a strange,” said someone carrying a sickle.
A soldier beside him replied, “apa?” then the asked turned his head as if hesitating over the contents of his own head to bend his forehead, the eyes of the soldier squeaked suspiciously when the bell rang the ninth time, the ninth time, then aghast as if aware of something wrong turned to look towards the tower. “There!”
All heads immediately looked towards the forefinger of the soldier heading, and found a human figure pulling the rope used to ring the afternoon commemoration just seven times.
Fusae Katsuo stood folding his hands as he chuckled at the arrival of someone behind him, a woman with cute hair, smiling grinning grin featuring the condition of teeth not aligned with others. Katsuo then turned around, a girl opened her fist, pulled out a strand of thread on each finger, “apparently the sweet, Arisu Hotaru.”
The woman immediately shook her hand, the threads moved to reach Katsuo. However, the target suddenly took the action of jumping off the rope, sliding down.
“Sial!” as Katsuo evaded the siege of the people by swinging, he landed on a closed well. The aggravation increased when Katsuo blinked one eye after surviving an explosive trap set on his footing, and ran away.
The girl groaned accompanied by the sound of explosions from the direction of the dam.
Katsuo did not run to a place as far as most people thought—forget that even the nearest neighborhood could be the safest hideout. The tall man closed the room where the butler lay comfortably on the futon. The term rest is not suitable for Yutaka Tamotsu who often guard for the sake of guarding the head of the family, but is locked in the subconscious by the eldest Kazuya when he wants to take the life of a girl named Hitoshi Mika.
The woman he did not expect to lie—follow take part in using revenge for the misery of the Healing Tribe especially the death of her parents became the foundation to enter the residence as a healer, giving counseling to Hiroyuki who has anxiety with blue lotus stew. Apparently not just a sedative, blue lotus flowers can help sexual stimulation. Therefore, they install Yuka as a trigger for desire. Judging by the girl's apathetic attitude made the health condition of the Fusae family head increasingly decreased, and his emotions fell apart because his lust was not channeled.
Young Master Fusae grimaced, some liquor stored in the room he had emptied to water the residence. Umeshu, kanzake, shochu, and one of the drinks he previously wanted to drink and talk to his new friend, that is Yashuhiro because his younger brother is not old enough to drink liquor like nihonsu that has flooded the room. Another reason for the plan was to express envy for having a brother like Ryuji. An intoxicating fragrance ran through the air, and Hiroyuki was dying in her room.
It is also a side effect of blue lotus. Medicine as well as poison.
Katsuo enters the family head's bedroom carrying the tray containing the mother's wedding dress and the cremated ash jar belonging to the idol. Without caring about the sound of painful breathing.
Tray laid, he took a match beside his father's cigar, then swiped the head of the match until the fire lit, “let us together meet loved ones.”
