Chapter 120: Biscuit's Hardships Continue

"I know Sora isn't bad, but can you understand my shock?

Waking up and seeing one's own face—that wasn't guilt, nor was it regret, but a look of despair born from terror. Do you know how I felt when I witnessed that at the time?"

"Yes, I understand. I understand, so calm down. I know you're anxious, because this is very bad for your heart, so first of all, calm down."

Just after Sora was sent to the hospital and regained consciousness... Biscuit recounted the confusion during the aftereffects of Sora seeing her own eyes for the first time, and Killua felt sympathy from the bottom of his heart.

"I mean, Biscuit stopped Sora in time."

"Ah, thinking back now, the fact that her arms were injured at the time was my greatest stroke of luck.

My right hand was broken, so because of the cast, only the first joint of my fingers could extend, and the side effect of that Sword on my left arm was that it would tear some muscle fibers every time I swung it, far from muscle pain. Due to severe inflammation, I should have been unable to move my arm for a while.

That is why I stuck my fingers into the eyes, but I didn't pierce the eyeball itself and crush it, so I managed to hold it down before it was gouged out."

Gon also comforted her in the same way, and when he was once again impressed by Bisque's brilliant performance, Bisque explained the reason for the success of the brilliant performance.

After knowing the reason, I was deeply convinced, but thinking about it carefully, this fact was not "my arm barely moved, luckily stopping it in time," but "I tried to gouge it with my arm that barely moved" and was "moved."

Biscuit's shock at the time was quite significant, but Sora's despair was incomparable.

At that time, she should have known that even if she gouged out her own eyes, she could not escape that gaze.

There should be no one in this world who knows about the "Deadly Evil Eye," so her knowledge of her own eyes was from the past; apart from the rules of thumb she learned after obtaining those eyes, it was my knowledge. As a Magician, this was a matter of course.

However, I tried to dig it out without hesitation.

If you forget that it is meaningless, or if that knowledge is a lie and gives you a glimmer of hope, losing your eyeball will free you from that gaze, then you will still be saved.

She was just so scared that she couldn't think of anything, so she probably didn't even notice her own vision decline; I just wanted to dig out the eyeball I thought was the culprit.

This kind of despair, naturally, could not be suppressed and stopped so easily.

"It was a good thing I stopped the digging in time, but before I fully understood the situation, I was tormented by a useless sense of guilt, thinking, 'Wouldn't it have been better if I hadn't stopped?'

Because even if I grabbed Sora's arms and strangled her, she continued to scream and rampage. That child was truly screaming in terror, as if her throat were about to split, so for a moment, I couldn't even hear that scream."

The more Biscuit recalled, the more the hardships and anxieties of those days revived, and he spoke with a listless face and tone. It was already very late. "... Thank you for your hard work."

"Yes, it was really hard.

While I was holding her down, the nurse called, and Sora screamed loudly, so the doctor came over and gave her a sedative to calm her down. It was natural to use all her strength to refuse the sedative, because you are dreaming and even seeing. No matter how I hit him, he couldn't sleep or calm down, so I hit him hard, and he was in danger of losing consciousness, and finally made him sleep.

After that, I thought he had gone mad from a Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder flashback, so I felt sorry for him, but I used restraints to make him sleep in bed and isolated him. I thought for a while that this was my fault, and I had a bad premonition."

"Biscuit is Hard, but Sora must also be Hard."

Moreover, when Biscuit complained about something, Gon said with a pitiful look on his face.

Admittedly, Biscuit must have had a hard time too, but knowing the situation on Sora's side, I couldn't imagine how much fear and despair Sora must have felt at the time.

Now, Sora's vision has deteriorated as a side effect, and in return, even though the precision of his Demon Eye has improved, he can live a normal life with a pouting face.

When I think about how much despair and fear I had to endure until I was able to do this, my heart aches incomparably.

"... That idiot's timing is so sensitive."

Killua also put on an expression of enduring the same pain and slapped him hatefully.

Hearing that hatred, Bisque let out an "Ah...", as if she were dumbfounded, not knowing why, and he also made a weak sound, causing the sadness on the two children's faces to fade, and they looked at Bisque with dumbfounded expressions.

"... Me too, when we were fighting, and later when I was confused in the hospital, I felt she was the type to rush to the Extreme, because she was too sensitive, so I was worried, because I was carrying a lot of things."

"Hurry up!! That idiot, what did you do!?"

I mean, even if I was given a sedative that made me worry about losing consciousness, I would still wake up the next day!! Do I have the same resistance to poison as him!?"

There was no distortion, and in a sense, there was no surprise.

Biscuit's complaints continued.

The next day, Biscuit was deeply troubled.

I was worried about whether I should go to the hospital.

Waking up, he looked at his own face, screamed in terror, and after trying to dig out his own eyes, he wouldn't sleep unless he poured himself into the amount of worrying about the aftereffects of cognitive impairment. Instead, Bisque felt guilty, and he was so confused that he cried, screamed, and continued to rampage.

Even if it wasn't for later, thinking calmly, Sora's confusion was not Biscuit's fault.

Rather than fear and violence toward Biscuit, it was a flashback of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and even her emotional defense response was destroyed and broken; both the doctor and Biscuit judged that he was overworked, traumatized, and panicked.

There was nothing wrong with Biscuit. We were just unlucky.

However, even so, she was scared out of her wits, and even wanted to dig out her own eyes.

If I had arrived at the Fake Brigade earlier, instead of waiting for me to wake up, it would have been better to leave everything to a professional doctor from the beginning... I couldn't get rid of my thoughts.

Sora's face, twisted by fear, was burned onto the retina, and the scream that sounded like an emotion of fear lingered in his ears.

Then, she was tied to a bed with a large dose of sedatives and taken into a psychiatric patient's room locked from the outside to protect her from self-harm. Although I knew it, it felt like I was treating her as a sinner or a dangerous Demon, and I felt very disgusted.

"... What, I don't know if she's pretending to be a good girl... even I felt that child was a 'Demon'."

Biscuit worried about his worries and went to the hospital to at least ask what was wrong with Sora and what to do in the future.

I even thought she was a Demon.

It had almost nothing to do with that ability that destroys all common sense of Nen Ability. Even before seeing such a thing, the moment I saw it, the word "Demon" came to mind.

What an unreal existence that was.

Appearing so distant.

That was how much I feared those unfathomable azure blue eyes, too beautiful and clear, yet seemingly turbid and unbearable.

And as the owner of those eyes, at first, he did not feel Sora's humanity.

However, it seemed to be an existence that could destroy all living things that entered its field of vision.

This felt more like a natural disaster than something mechanical.

If it were a machine, even if it were an inorganic object with no will of its own in its actions, it would be a person making it work. Somewhere, there is always a slight intervention of human organic will.

But there is no such thing in a natural disaster.

A natural disaster is simply a torrent of overwhelming power. There is no human will there. It is just those who are helplessly caught in the torrent, and one can only say this is divine punishment.

This is as terrifying as they are.

I see no reason to attack me. Just as a natural disaster destroys everything in its path, I can only assume Biscuit came to kill him.

But... as a person, she has a "will."

And it is too simple, too childish; it is too ill-suited for a natural disaster.

To some extent, most importantly, what you have done has caused you irreparable harm.

"... Ha. Good grief, I've been dragged into a troublesome affair."

The more she thought about it, the more depressed she felt; little Biscuit sighed deeply and stood up from the sofa.

Just like that, there was still quite a long time before the doctor told me I could take a break, so I started walking.

Biscuit walked to the Isolation Ward where Sora was.

Of course, it was locked, so you couldn't go in.

Because it was an Isolation Ward, usually only hospital staff like doctors and nurses could enter, and I couldn't be bothered to look inside.

Anyway, even if I did look inside, if I had given him that much sedative last night, he would still be asleep, so I knew from the start that looking inside was useless, and I didn't want to go in. Even if I were told I could.

I don't even know why I came.

So little Biscuit stood blankly in front of the locked door for a while, then sighed deeply and returned the way she came.

As usual, nothing came to mind.

Should I apologize for scaring her, should I tell her there is nothing to be afraid of, should I promise to go find that "Kurapika" she traveled thousands of miles to find? Who knows how much this would convey to her, or even what it means; as he walked a few steps, he felt disgusted with his own helpless self, having lived for over 50 years...

"!?"

I heard a sound.

It wasn't just the sound of a hard object falling; it was more ostentatious than the sound of blocks collapsing.

And that sound came from inside the door that had just left Biscuit dumbfounded.

I heard it from Sora's ward.

Biscuit stared at the doorway with a tense expression.

She expanded the aura on her body, forming an "En," and passed it through the door and walls to search for signs.

I hoped there was a doctor or nurse inside doing rounds or something, and that I had just accidentally knocked something over or dropped it.

But this hope was quickly shattered. In truth, I knew that such expectations were just escaping reality.

Because this was not a ward for patients hospitalized due to injury or illness.

This was an Isolation Ward for psychiatric patients. We usually don't place anything in rooms where patients who might harm themselves or others are isolated that would make such noise, and doctors wouldn't bring such things in either.

So, when I heard the sound, I knew it without needing "En."

At the very least, the patient was the only one in the room.

A moment later, the doorknob made a "click" sound, as if it were trembling.

You could tell someone was standing on the other side of the door trying to leave the room.

The doorknob rattled for a while, but soon stopped.

Biscuit did not move. She did not approach that door, nor did she go to find a doctor.

In this kind of ward, every room should have a surveillance camera, so Biscuit didn't need to call anyone; someone would come over immediately.

So she just waited there.

Just like when we met in the slums two days ago, I suppressed the alarm bells of "abnormality" in my intuition and waited.

Through that door, those inside would come out.

I never thought that I couldn't get out because it was locked.

This kind of common sense might not apply to him.

In fact, Biscuit's "En" captured him.

He was still in front of the locked door. He hadn't given up.

Sure enough, I didn't know what he was doing in front of that door, but I could understand without thinking that he intended to go out.

Just as Biscuit predicted, the door opened.

The bolts and the doorknob, along with a portion of the door, were sliced off and fell to the ground; the lock failed, and the ward door opened weakly.

Then he popped out.

He was wearing a light green hospital gown, walking out barefoot, with a drop of blood dripping from his left hand.

Sora came out, still dreamlike and absent-minded, but as natural as if he were coming out of his own bedroom.

Sora's left arm and the inside of his elbow were both dripping blood, likely because he had forcibly pulled out the intravenous needle. He came out and slowly turned his face.

He turned his sleepy indigo eyes toward Biscuit.

This time he didn't scream, and his expression didn't change. He looked sleepy, just let out a yawn, his posture extremely elegant.

Little Biscuit, somewhat panicked by this reaction, observed the other party with more aura than usual.

I had nothing.

There were no tools or weapons that could cut through a locked door from the inside via the doorknob.

In the battle two days ago, it was already known that this kid possessed the ability of Materialization, but he hadn't used any ability to destroy this door. I know.

Biscuit, whose mystery deepened because she knew this, opened her mouth while feeling irritated.

"What did you do?" I was about to ask simply, but before that, Sora yawned and rubbed his eyes with a slightly hoarse voice.

"The beauty over there, may I ask? Where is this? A hospital?"

"Huh? Ah, um, yes, yes, yes, it's a hospital."

Inadvertently, even though I was confused, I answered normally.

That's common sense, but the reaction and the question were so unexpected that I was a bit stunned too. Biscuit insisted, so let's just leave it at that.

I am grateful for the treatment, but I might not have any money. I mean, what happened to my luggage?

Sora, of course, didn't notice Biscuit's excuses or her mood; he muttered sleepily and walked right up to her.

Just like that, he handed over the biscuit and said.

"That said, I'll discharge myself. I'll come back to pay the medical fees once I have money, so please tell the doctor or nurse that you want me to pay."

He clumsily raised his left hand, which was probably still in pain, and said this to Biscuit. About two seconds after seeing off Sora, who was preparing to leave, a rebooted Biscuit said, "Wait!!" I grabbed the hem of his hospital gown, and he stopped.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? Do you have something for me?"

"Ah, yes, thank you for the nice name earlier! But I still have a lot of people to deal with, so don't just go wandering off on your own!!"

"I mean, how did you even get out!? Were you tied to the bed!?"

"Ah. When I woke up, I found myself lying on a restraint bed, and I was truly stunned."

"... I didn't really understand the situation, and it was suspicious, so I tried to escape and broke it. So it's not my fault, right?"

"Hmm? You broke it?"

After all, Sora's confusion last night and his monstrous behavior two days ago seemed like lies. As I said a sincere thank you, I poked at various places I wanted to prod.

Immediately after, Sora's expression shifted from sleepy to embarrassed. He looked away for a moment, said something outrageous, and walked over to look inside.

And was speechless.

The overly simple hospital room had no bed, only a bed frame.

Or rather, what used to be a bed.

A rickety bed frame lay on the floor.

It was so twisted that it was impossible to imagine how it had been done.

Seeing this, Biscuit realized that the sound she had heard was the bed breaking, but at the same time, she felt a chill as a new question surfaced in her mind.

The sound Biscuit heard was like building blocks shattering. It wasn't the sound of tearing it apart over and over and dropping pieces on the floor.

Realizing that to make that sound on this bed, one would have to break it in a single blow—and that she had done it while strapped to the bed—Biscuit realized. She walked into the hallway and asked with trembling lips.

"... What... is this? How did this..."

However, when Biscuit turned her face, Sora was already gone.

Looking into the ward, Biscuit was speechless; Sora, barefoot, had voluntarily left the hospital, trying to escape.

"Wait, you damn piece of shit!!"

"Gyaa! What's wrong with this loli girl? She's so used to swearing, it's on record!!"

I lunged after him, grabbed Sora by the neck, and dragged him to the ground, saying things that may or may not have made sense.

Biscuit, riding on Sora's back, sighed wearily.

"So? What was that? Did you do it?"

"Ouch, ouch! If I didn't do it, I think it would be even scarier, because the cause is so unknown!!"

"Even if you did it, it's scary enough... So? How did you do it? How did you tear the bed like that while you were restrained? Is this your Nen ability?"

As she asked, Sora made a very painful sound, reminding Biscuit that his left hand was also injured.

For some reason, unlike yesterday, he didn't seem confused by fear itself; instead, he kept repeating his teasing words and actions, so Biscuit's guilt and hesitation toward Sora completely vanished.

Or rather, Biscuit seriously doubted that he was the same person as last night or two days ago.

However, she soon realized that this guy was definitely the same "monster" she had met two days ago, regardless of last night.

Sora, with Biscuit on his back, turned his face toward her and said.

"Hmm? Sleep? What..."

Biscuit's question was genuinely curious. I thought he was questioning the "Nen ability" part and asked back, but the question stopped halfway.

After the series of exchanges with Biscuit, the sleepiness vanished, and Sora's wide, midnight-blue eyes opened even wider.

At this, Biscuit also frowned in confusion and asked, "What is it?" Sora's round eyes stared straight at Biscuit as he asked.

"You... how old are you?"

"Hmm?"

I didn't know why he suddenly asked how old Biscuit was, and I didn't know how to react.

However, as Sora continued, the meaning of "I don't know how to react" changed dramatically in an instant.

"You're not as old as you look, right? Around thirty?"

「！？」

Sora said firmly.

Biscuit's age was not what it seemed. I estimated the age difference was vast, but I was certain she was much older than she looked, and the confusion caused by Biscuit's surprise immediately turned into wariness of the unknown.

Sora watched her confusion and caution and continued his words.

"... If you were as old as you look, you should be at your peak, because the growth period is when you are most energetic. 'Lines' and 'dots'."

"But you are more important than you look. Since this is a hospital, I would understand if you were a patient, but given my current pain, no matter how I think about it, you are not a sickly young lady who belongs in a hospital."

"Creating young people is beyond the scope. I sincerely respect that."

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

Finally responding to Sora's words, I tightened the restraints that had been loosened.

This time, he didn't complain about the pain.

Sora didn't raise his voice to say it hurt, nor did he twist his expression in pain; Sora lay on the floor with Biscuit on his back and smiled faintly.

I answered with a smile.

"I will answer your previous question."

"Stab."

"Only this. There was a 'point' on the bed, right where my Finger could barely move, and I used all my strength to pierce it, 'kill me', and that is how I broke free from the restraints of that bed."

"... You're joking, right?"

When Biscuit asked Sora in frustration, and Sora smiled slightly while saying something even harder to understand, Sora did not answer, but instead asked him back.

"Hey, don't you think it's funny?

Although this is an Isolation Ward for psychiatric patients, no matter how careful I am about this place where patients gather, I can't help but think that even if I escaped, no one would come, not even doctors or nurses. What do you think?"

"!?"

After being told this, I didn't have time to realize this strange situation, and inadvertently scoffed at my own carelessness.

Biscuit and Sora had been in an Exchange for less than ten minutes, but more than five minutes had already passed.

And just as Sora said, being careful with these patients is never enough, so surveillance cameras are essential not only in the hallways but also in the wards.

Therefore, even if it sounded suspicious, Biscuit did not go to see a doctor. Because I thought that even if I didn't do that, it would come soon anyway.

But no one had come yet.

There was no one else in the cold hallway, only monologues and groans coming from the wards locked from the outside, as if talking to someone very depressed.

"Well, usually you don't want to come, even if the medical fees and bed fees are at a loss, if you escape yourself, I hope you escape too.

Restraint bundle difference reply hand stomach rice field to, finger a book's one hit and is Jin's Ba one Ba one to death rice field if you see it through the camera."

Why are there no doctors or nurses?

Sora told the reason frankly.

Looking up while speaking.

Seeing those eyes looking up, Biscuit noticed one more thing.

The color of Sora's eyes had changed.

Two days ago, I witnessed the brightness gradually decrease, from the ethereal beauty of azure to a beautiful but less far-fetched Sapphire blue.

And last night, when I woke up, the color of my eyes was still a deep and vivid Sapphire blue.

However, she noticed that his eyes were now midnight blue, with low brightness, close to black.

Those night-sky-colored eyes were looking straight at Biscuit.

Staring.

"Hey, how do you think I can do this?"

I moved my wrist to the Extreme, and with my fingertips touched the hand of Biscuit who was twisting my left hand.

The night sky changed.

Contrary to two days ago, the brightness of the night sky increased, deep indigo, midnight blue eyes, and a vivid sky blue appeared.

The blue sky and void eyes reflected Biscuit, and asked.

"Hey, if you can go to sleep... same characteristics child when but exit come Ru when thoughts Circle na stomach?"

After saying this, Biscuit saw Biscuit in his eyes.

Just like that bed... just like that Fake Phantom Troupe two days ago..., I saw myself completely, a one-hit kill.

"!!?"

Recalling that scene, Biscuit's hand involuntarily let go of Sora's restrained left hand, and her body leaned back, wanting to escape from Sora.

At the same time, Sora also moved.

"Woo woo!!"

"Eh!?"

With his left hand unconstrained and his right arm still in a cast, he shouted with effort to get his upper body up.

Taking advantage of Biscuit rolling off his back, Sora stood up and started running.

"Hahaha! It's a lie, it's a lie! I won't do that!! Sorry, loribabaa lied to you!! But I think you are also beautiful at this age!!"

"I feel like I'll accidentally forgive you, but you really need to apologize, you damn brat!!"

While screaming and not being clear whether he was apologizing, provoking, or complimenting Sora, he rushed forward with a strange sense of tension, trying to leave the hospital voluntarily again.

The compass gap between Sora and the girl version of Biscuit was too large, and it was usually difficult to catch up, but there was a Nen Ability. Gathering the aura of the legs, strengthening the leg power, making up for the defects, and closing the distance.

However, from this moment on, the opponent went diagonally up.

Sora, who originally knew the location here well, did not expect that he could leave openly from the official entrance.

Even in the General Ward, you cannot go out from the main entrance because you try to avoid treatment and hospitalization by not eating and escaping, but this is an Isolation Ward. I could have expected that there would be a thick door on the way to the General Ward.

And this woman is a woman who would take measures that would not usually be taken without hesitation or hesitation, just because she had already anticipated it.

Sora skipped the stairs and rushed to the end of the hallway.

Biscuit wondered what Sora was going to do because he ran into a dead end with only a blind window, but at that time she didn't know what he was going to do.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"!? You are an idiot!!"

"This is an unbelievable sight, I can't help but say 'you are stupid' instead of 'you are lying'.

That idiot, running without slowing down, wearing a cast on his right hand, using the cast as a weapon, punched and broke the window, and jumped down from the window."

"... Well, I can only say I'm stupid. I mean, even if you hear this story, Kurapika will vomit blood, right?"

"Unlike the guilt of the first half, it is worry."

Biscuit commented on Sora's disgust and exhaustion, and I felt sorry for him from the bottom of my heart.

"I'm going to vomit blood. Past and present.

After all, when I asked that silly apprentice why he did that, he said, 'The Isolation Ward has windows, even if it's just blindfolded, so even if a runaway like me breaks the window and falls down, it's the same.' Yes. Worst case scenario. I thought it was the second floor."

While calmly judging strange things, doing anything is too Extreme!!"

"... Hmm, so Sora must have wanted to see Kurapika at that time."

Gon said this to appease Biscuit's complaints, because Biscuit was annoyed by Sora's misconduct and his calm judgment despite that misconduct.

"Think about it, why did he really become Biscuit's apprentice?

In the development of the story, I can only imagine the development where Biscuit gives up her own stupidity, gives up feelings of guilt and disgust, and does what he wants to do."

He said "Biscuit left because she was tired," but in his heart, he thought the possibility that "Sora escaped from Biscuit" before that was much higher.

Just as Gon said before, Kurapika was Sora's happiness and salvation at that time. A tranquilizer.

If he and Kurapika were separated because of this situation, I see it would be difficult for him to find him anytime soon.

Even if she couldn't find Kurapika after searching for a day, she couldn't give up and return to the hospital or Biscuit. That woman flew away like a Bullet until she was discovered, never to return.

So, no matter how Bisque chased her, and no matter where she was trapped, she would escape with those eyes and continue to search for Kurapika.

I didn't meet myself at the time, so I know jealousy is stupid, but Killua's calm and logical side is the most natural Sora, even though I am annoyed by such reasoning. The big difference led to the present.

"Ah. Think about it, that's right. Sora, no matter what Bisque or anyone else says, I don't think I can study the common sense of this world quietly, such as 'meaning' Training, until I find Kurapika." You can't.

Gon answered Killua's question, saying something he didn't want to admit, but was kicked unreasonably by Killua.

Surprised and smiling at such an exchange, Biscuit replied with the cane in his cheek.

"Yeah. It was that idiot who treated Kurapika and made him run away, so I know Kurapika is still alive. Aside from personal feelings, I don't have to search desperately, but I think it's important. If it weren't for what happened at that hospital, he would keep running away no matter how many times he was caught, and eventually, both I and the hospital would give up."

"What happened at the hospital?"

In case something happened, Sora had already done enough himself. Although Sora would certainly be willing to take responsibility for his own actions, he decided to postpone it until he found Kurapika; I should have.

Just as little Biscuit said, Sora knew Kurapika was still alive, unlike little Biscuit at the time, and after spending a month with Sora, the situation had improved slightly. Most importantly, in the year before meeting Sora, Kurapika had the vitality to survive despite despair and loneliness, contrary to his appearance.

Thinking calmly, of course, there is no need to worry too much about the situation and the opponent, but Sora is not the type of person who can act based on reasoning before meeting Kurapika, before he collapses.

On the contrary, he is the type who prioritizes convincing his own emotions and creates twisted theories for that purpose, so he would never yield to half-baked reasons.

Since my head and mouth are spinning, I will defeat the other party's logical arguments, surround them, and I will definitely be able to pass through. Thinking about it again, I don't understand why respecting the other party's opinion and not doing anything to damage the other party's dignity is so incredible.

I don't know why, let alone giving up, Gon knows very well that giving up is a woman without brakes, so Gon cannot imagine Sora having a higher priority than Kurapika.

And this question, since he came to this world, Sora, who has spent the longest time with him, also knows very well.

So I sighed deeply and continued.

"It happened. I was involved in that kind of ultimate kindness, and events I didn't have to endure."

Sure enough, Sora jumped down from the second floor and fell into the courtyard covered by the hospital lawn, without cushions like branches, bushes, and the roof of the bicycle parking lot. Strengthened, and in the end, I was injured, such as cuts and bruises from glass, and cracks in my ribs.

This was serious enough, but considering what he did, Sora's stupidity was much more serious.

Then, if it was just capturing the characteristics of hospital clothes, bare feet, and more wounds, it became a ghost itself. Then, of course, even Biscuit could jump down.

However, due to knowing his own stupidity and provocation, Sora did not expect that he would do this, and also jumped down, and was seen by Bisque in surprise; he had enough time to land.

"What are you thinking?! Do you have a brain!?"

"Wow!? Didn't expect there to be an old hag doing the same thing as me! Is your back okay!? Aren't you shocked!?"

"Do you think I'm in my 30s, or do you think I'm an old ghost!?"

While Sora was running away while saying words that were not sure if they were provocation or genuine concern, Biscuit worried about irrelevant parts and chased after him again.

"--One"

Sora jerked his head up and stopped suddenly.

Of course, he had doubts about his own behavior, but Bisque postponed eliminating the doubts, opened the distance, and stretched out his arms.

I know that if I don't do this, that girl who doesn't know what she is thinking will escape at a stupid upward angle again, so I intend to protect it at all costs.

From Sora's movements, I thought there was some "existence" in the sky Sora was looking up at, but I thought that was what "existed".

So Biscuit ran over to close the distance and reached out.

Sora, who turned around, grabbed the extended hand and pulled it toward himself.

"Teeth!?"

Didn't expect Biscuit didn't expect the opponent who was running away would pull him back, and with the momentum of running and the momentum of Sora's pull, Biscuit circled around Sora for half a turn while Sora was holding hands. As soon as I let go, it flew forward with excess momentum.

"Oh sorry"

"Sorry!!"

It didn't seem like he let go of his hand on purpose to let him fly away. Sora didn't even run away and stood there with an embarrassed face apologizing to Biscuit. With almost no impact, I dived from my face to the ground and hit my nose with all my strength.

Sora was confused by Biscuit's sharpness and took a step back, but this time he couldn't escape from Biscuit's hand and was grabbed by his collar.

Biscuit didn't notice.

The reason Sora couldn't escape from him was that the distance between them was smaller than before, so he was easily driven into a desperate situation. Place.

Sora was dodging something while retreating, and when Biscuit stood on what Sora was dodging, her face became even more embarrassed, and her feet stopped retreating.

"What on earth are you thinking!? I mean, you are really the same person as two days ago and yesterday! In short, the only thing they have in common is that they betrayed my expectations diagonally upward. No!?"

"Ah, you were there when I woke up yesterday, sorry, I screamed.

But did we meet two days ago? Two days ago, you were fighting the Fake Brigade, right? At that time, the only people I met besides the Fake Brigade were gorillas wearing Lolita clothes."

"Who is a gorilla!?"

"Is it me asking this!? Or is it that person from two days ago!?"

A little girl who looked 10 cm shorter than him grabbed her collar, forced her into a squatting position, and glared at her, but Sora answered Bisque's angry and serious question while continuing to be embarrassed.

As for Biscuit, I completely forgot what happened yesterday and two days ago because of my self-preservation instinct.

However, after Sora apologized to Biscuit for yesterday's incident, he looked puzzled and told Biscuit that his previous apology was meaningless. Taboo taboo speaking of this, Bisque cast aside the doubts and shouted sternly.

However, for Sora, what he just said was not sarcasm or provocation; I was confused, rushed in, and was taken aback.

Although surprised, there was still some embarrassment on Sora's face.

And as the surprise faded, that embarrassed face was mixed with another emotion, and Biscuit asked with disgusted raised eyebrows.

"... What are you dazing off for?"

There was no malice whatsoever, such as contempt or mockery.

However, Biscuit discovered that Sora's face and eyes were filled with a bewildered "annoyance," and he grabbed his collar with even greater force.

"... I really don't know what you mean by 'Green of Nen.' But if you think I did something, it would change your appearance. If it is 'Green of Nen,' it might be the same as mine. Knowing and using it, or it is a technique that can be used with similar logic.

That is why I cannot believe the current situation."

Facing Bisque's question, Sora tensed his body and groaned in pain, but even so, Bisque's anger and the answer remained the same.

At first, it wasn't an answer to Biscuit's question, but an answer regarding "Nen Ability"; if he could answer another story now, it would only annoy him, so Biscuit thought about tightening her grip further with that impatient mood, but that answer was the premise for Biscuit's question.

"If the root of 'Magic' is the same as mine, then you should be able to 'see' it."

Bisque had no doubts about the word "Magic" that Sora spoke. On the contrary, I agreed with some things.

It happens sometimes. In some cases, the unique culture of a minority race is training to open Shoko and become a Nen user.

In that case, whether it is a unique behavior designed from the beginning or gradually distorted due to points in an information game, although the basic teachings of the five elements as "Nen" are completely missing, perhaps because the training method is harsher than ordinary "Nen" training, the accuracy of "Departure" is often ridiculously high.

So Biscuit felt that her doubts about Sora from two days ago were basically resolved.

That is why I was curious about the sentence "I can see it."

"... What are you talking about?"

"Because I am still under anesthesia, my brain cannot work properly yet, and because you were chasing me, I was panicking, so I misjudged many things."

Biscuit increased her vigilance toward Sora and asked.

However, Sora answered coldly with a response that seemed somewhat difficult for Biscuit to understand.

Biscuit had not yet noticed.

Sora never made fun of himself.

She did not realize that he was answering with his own sincerity.

However, Biscuit silently tightened her grip on him even more, her eyes issuing a final warning: "If you don't say it, I will strangle you." I was no longer worried.

Sora made full use of his airway, which could barely breathe or speak, to wipe away the awkwardness and said with one hundred percent annoyance.

"Let's go, leave this place. I feel sorry for you."

Biscuit's inexplicable answer made the hot blood boil again, but the blood surge immediately fell.

The rising heat dropped below the freezing point.

This was a meaningless word.

However, little Biscuit did not understand the meaning of this sentence, and in an instant, he connected everything he had been hesitating about.

... Although I tried to break the window and jump down, I noticed "something" in the sky and stopped.

I grabbed the arm of Biscuit, who had run in front of me, and threw it in front of me.

Biscuit did not run away and had already approached me, and I retreated to avoid "something."

............ When Biscuit stepped on the "thing" he was avoiding, he stopped retreating and paused, as if to say something.

Judging from Sora's reaction, Biscuit thought there was "something" in the sky or around the hospital roof, but he postponed confirming that "something." I thought it was enough to postpone it for later.

I didn't know "it" was descending now, so I postponed it.

Biscuit shifted his gaze away from Sora in front of him, even though he had angrily and vigilantly covered his chest.

Under your feet.

Focus on the "thing" you stepped on.

There was nothing there.

The beautifully planted artificial turf grew like a lush green carpet.

Look at your feet like this.

Cover the body and condense the Aura wrapped around oneself into a single point.

Bisque gathered Aura in her eyes and saw things that were usually invisible.

The lush green was dotted with deep red.

A small piece that looked like a pebble was most likely a bone.

Also scattered on the lawn, the pink fragments that looked like flowers from afar were scattered brains.

What was growing under Biscuit's feet was not green, lush grass.

Black hair, equally fresh and beautiful, spread out like light.

Biscuit's gaze met his half-face, as if mixed with his black hair, blood, and brain fluid.

I realized I was staring at Bisque, who was stepping on me, with no emotion in his turbid eyes.

The result of throwing myself.

I saw the terrifying corpse of a woman I could only imagine, looking like a broken lily.