Chapter 130: What is a

For Sora, this was the ignorance of a lifetime.

When I pointed out Tomori's "fear," which was something I imagined from Tomori's "habit of looking back," I noticed something cold wrapping around my arm, and both my consciousness and gaze turned in that direction.

If it were something carrying killing intent or hostility, Sora would have sensed it before it even touched his body.

If he had noticed, he would have intercepted it with a backfist without shifting his gaze from Tomori.

I did not notice. There was no killing intent, nor was there hostility, but even so, I could not believe that in such a situation, something was so close to me, able to touch me.

And when I discovered that the white mass stuck to my arm, one size larger than a palm, was none other than the fraud Light Nostrade I had seen at the Nostrade Mansion yesterday, as well as the "Demon" that was plaguing the ability user himself, as expected, Sora did not prioritize Tomori, but instead cast his gaze toward the onlookers gazing up at the apartment.

For Sora, regardless of the purpose, and regardless of what kind of ending this "Demon" would bring, he postponed killing the "Demon" and began to search for it.

If Sora's guess was true, this "Demon" did not have much radioactive element. I didn't expect it to be the kind of ability that suddenly appears far away when it is far from the holder, so I went to look for it.

The creator of this "Demon."

Because the possibility of him being near the girl was extremely high, the top priority was to find out where he was and what the situation was.

I started it because I wanted to finish everything before Kurapika got involved with the "Blonde Killer." From the beginning, Sora's top priority was Kurapika.

However, the second big mistake was that it should have been blurred at this time.

Sora did not notice that just a few seconds after the "Demon" appeared on Sora's arm, another one appeared.

If it were at the same time, Sora would have noticed first, because they were face-to-face.

Sora did not notice the "Demon" clinging to Tomori's back, which was even larger than the "Demon" that possessed the fraud, his father, and Neon herself.

By the time I realized this, Tomori was screaming.

At the sound of a hoarse, sick old man calling for help, Tomori was like a little goat in a clock discovered by a wolf... when he realized he was driven to a dead end with no way to escape, he let out a desperate scream. 【He moved his】 torso forward with a fluid motion and naturally passed through it.

Not Sora, nor the "Demon" clinging behind him, but jumping down from the apartment, crossing the roofs of other buildings and the trees along the street, heading straight for it.

Dedicated to the girl who was as desperate as I was, screaming at the same time as I was.

The only reason is that I didn't want to hear it.

That is why it is simple, without any reason or excuse, without anything extra, so it is light. Without hesitation.

The third mistake, and the biggest failure, was because Sora had cornered him to the point where he could have thrown it away along with the sheets that were still covering him with sanity until now.

Because when Sora drove him to a dead end, the final blow was not Sora. Even if he was stabbed to death by the final blow, the scream that came out like a follow-up blow was the last thing I wanted to hear.

That is why Tomori turned into a "beast" and headed straight for his weakness.

At a speed that Sora's hands could not reach.

These three mistakes combined to become the mistake of Sora's life.

"Kurapika aaaaaaah!!!"

Just as Sora let out a desperate scream, Kurapika's blood sprayed from his shoulder to his lower abdomen, being torn apart in front of Neon.

Seeing this, the "Demon" laughed and disappeared.

I fell backward, as if leaning on the Neon I was protecting.

The wig she used for comfort fell off, and Neon could not support Kurapika and fell down with him.

The anti-blade vest was also uncomfortable.

With aura, I barely adapted to the state of "Hard," but I could not adapt to the scarlet eyes.

"Absolute Time" otherwise, Kurapika's aura defense would not be able to fully block the attacks of those whose strength had been enhanced.

Kurapika is excellent for those with Manifestation-type abilities; it is not that his body was split vertically, but that his internal organs were not exposed.

The "Demon" was laughing loudly.

They mocked Kurapika for acting according to his own Prophecy, without the ability to overturn their Fate.

The sarcasm made the blood rise to his head, but the blood soon flowed out from the cut wound.

Even so, Kurapika slowly... retreated for a long time, glaring at himself, Neon, and the demon possessing the "Blonde Killer" girl, shouting silently.

(Noisy! Not yet! It's not over yet!!)

The "Demon" that was laughing while ending and melting away was cut off.

It's not over yet. I still can't finish it. With the will of death, he injected power into his eyes, deliberately dyeing his vision scarlet.

I tried to dye it...

"Hurry up! Fuck that old man!!"

The wet voice mixed with tears could have saved her a lot; she cried out after screaming desperately until she couldn't even cry.

In that voice, I could barely make out the meaning of "I won't forgive you."

Conversely, the voice was too hard, and other emotions could not be read.

Other emotions, such as anger and hatred, were left with only killing intent.

With heavenly beauty.

Tomori's goal was to raise his arm again to cut Kurapika, trying to eliminate the source of the "sound" he wanted to erase this time; Senritsu, although closer than Kurapika, could not move, and the regret was finally his own. Who knew, this "tragedy" happened because he was there, unable to support Kurapika, he sat down desperately, I was knocked down, and I even forgot to breathe.

Although I couldn't breathe, only my heart was struggling. They said, "I want to live, I want to live, I don't want to die."

Can no longer escape. No forgiveness.

For this blue Death God, we are all equally guilty.

The verdict has been pronounced, only the death penalty is possible, and they realized they were in front of the guillotine. Sora descended to the front of the park at the shortest distance, jumped down from the tree, and took the Miracle survivor instead of the guillotine————

"Pierce the world————"

"……Sora aaaaaah!!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood while speaking.

Even so, Kurapika couldn't help but cough, without even breathing.

Turning the Death God back into human form.

To protect what Sora protects, no matter how shattered it may be.

"... What, what are you doing... This, you idiot!!"

I have no right to say such things. I know I am a huge idiot.

If the eyes turn scarlet, if you use "Absolute Time", you can use the healing ability, Holy Chain.

Even if used, it causes injuries that make you lose consciousness before you have fully recovered, but at the very least, it is emergency treatment. Most importantly, the risk of shortening my lifespan here is just defining my lifespan as the moment of today, so I use it without hesitation.

However, Kurapika chose to scream instead of healing himself.

Just like the Hunter final exam that day.

I contacted Sora, who seemed to have lost something important, and chose to keep it by my side.

"... kura... pi... ka?"

The hand that was about to swing down lost its strength, and the Sword turned into a grain of light and disappeared.

When Sora landed, his eyes were no longer the supreme blue. Gradually, the brilliance of the blue sky dimmed, and tears began to overflow instead, streaming down his cheeks.

Seeing this, Kurapika laughed softly, appearing out of place.

Although he had trained himself into red eyes, the principle of his eyes changing color remained the same: "When excited, when excited." Kurapika's Training was mental, so even if he remembered his hatred for the Phantom Troupe and the human collectors, he would not show it on his face, nor in his words or actions, but was able to keep a part of his mind calm.

So it was easy for his eyes to turn scarlet. When I thought of that Phantom Troupe, when I thought of the formalin-soaked souvenirs of my kin from Yorkshin, even if they were fake, it took me about ten seconds, but I could always dye my vision red.

However, I cannot do such an easy thing now.

"... Kurapika. Kurapika! Kurapika!!"

The murderous intent struck by the "Death God" was still in a state of sleep paralysis; Senritsu, Neon, and Sora ran toward him while crying. Sora grabbed his reaching hand, and so did Kurapika. He repainted the scarlet hatred in the sky with the relief of the blue sky.

I cannot let my heart burn with hatred.

"I'm sorry Kurapika! It's my fault! Because I imitated trampling on people's hearts! Even though I had no right to walk into people's hearts and rub salt into their wounds. Because you did it!!"

In the way she hated herself most, being hurt, worrying that she might die, throwing away the last reason she cherished so much for being human—even if thrown away, he would Recapture it. With his own voice.

I am glad that everything about her shows she cares about her more than anyone else.

I don't want to make Sora sad, but I can't help but fall in love with Sora, who is crying because she is worried about losing herself.

This is why Kurapika did not give up on life, but even so, he could not get rid of the peaceful happiness she gave him, remembering the despair and hatred of five years ago, so now he is looking for what he can do. Run.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I will help you... I will absolutely not let you die!!"

While crying, Kurapika, whose consciousness was blurred due to a large amount of blood, said to Sora, who was holding Kurapika's hand and taking a gem from her pouch to heal Kurapika.

"—I will forgive you..."

Hearing these words, Sora, who was crying while taking out the gem with trembling hands, widened her eyes instantly.

Kurapika smiled faintly at that expression and continued to speak, even into the depths of consciousness where one could not even dream, even if it were thinner, it was definitely related to "".

"... I will... forgive you... because I... forgive everything... so... don't cry anymore."

He did not deny the crime itself, but said, "It's not your fault," and told Sora to forgive him.

Because I said I cannot do what I have not done.

Even if it was not Sora who hurt Kurapika, even if it was just the end of Kurapika's own actions, if Sora was an important factor in causing this result, no matter how insignificant. Sora must also be guilty.

For that crime, Sora would punish herself according to her own Conscience. From Kurapika's perspective, the weight it carried was unreasonable.

That is why I told her she didn't have to carry that kind of thing.

Even if Kurapika forgave her alone, Sora would at least be the perpetrator of Tomori.

Even if Tomori was a vicious Serial Killer, there was no reason to hurt her heart and drive her into a dead end.

The fact that he was the unintentional cause of the violence would never change.

Kurapika told me.

Forgive.

I want to use Kurapika's "victim's right," even if I cannot do what did not happen, even if it is something that will never disappear, I want to hand it to her like I am now, even if it is inappropriate, it doesn't matter.

The reason I chose Kurapika is because I want to give her a kind of peaceful, satisfying happiness.

Kurapika's choice made Sora————

"............ Say... in case..."

Contrary to usual, after reacting to Sora's actions like Kurapika, such as surprise, anger, weakness, etc.

"............ Thank you, Kurapika."

While crying, he still laughed softly.

A smile flashed in Kurapika's eyes, and he let go of his consciousness.

I was relieved, unable to even maintain consciousness.

Seeing Sora's smile, Kurapika realized that he could not possibly die, and sank into the depths of his consciousness with the will to live.

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"Why?"

Just as Kurapika was relieved, because he was relieved, he let go of his consciousness, and at the same time, Tomori was released from sleep paralysis and muttered to herself.

However, she did not use her skills to defeat Kurapika, Sora, and Neon, the source of the voice she wanted to erase.

But this did not mean she had regained her sanity.

She held her head with her bloody hands, rubbed her long hair, and cried.

"Why... why? Why, why, why, why can you forgive me!?"

I'm going crazy, messing up my hair, shaking my head, crying, going crazy.

The paralysis of Senritsu and Neon was released in that crazy way, and Senritsu began to move away from Neon.

"Senritsu! Get in the car!"

Sora said while holding Kurapika in her arms, grabbed Neon's neck and jumped into the car; Senritsu responded to Sora's voice, did not fasten the seatbelt, jumped into the driver's seat, and stepped on the gas.

Tomori did not hesitate at all, jumping directly out of the mansion and attacking a person from the side while Kurapika was watching; although almost no one left, leaving the clearly deranged Tomori behind was a significant problem for a Hunter, but fortunately, Tomori did not attack others indiscriminately.

"Why!? Why!? Why, why is it always me————"

After screaming to that extent, Tomori noticed.

He placed his fingernails on his own head, took his hand away from the scalp he had been scratching, looked up for a long time, and froze.

Then, as I was surrounded by the police cars that had finally arrived, I muttered to myself.

"——Ah, so that's it. What I wanted to kill was..."

Having muttered so much, he lost his sanity, but being filled there was not madness either.

Toward the direction guided by the "Demon" clinging to your back.

The "Demon" possessing Sora and Kurapika disappeared while mocking them when Kurapika was attacked by Tomori, but the human-sized "Demon" possessing Tomori was still behind Tomori, and I held onto it without letting go.

Not leaving, the "Devil" announced.

The "Devil" told me that Tomori wanted to kill him, hated him, and was jealous of him.

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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

In the car, Neon was single-mindedly pressing her coat against Kurapika's wound to stop the bleeding, crying while earnestly apologizing.

However, no one in the car would listen to her apologies.

No one had the leeway for that.

Kurapika had jumped into the car and escaped to temporarily avoid being chased by Tomori and to prioritize treating Kurapika, but as a Hunter, Kurapika's situation was that he had prioritized the captured target, even putting ordinary people in danger, which was the worst.

Kurapika's wound was temporarily healed using all the healing Magic and added Jewel that Sora had, but in fact, he had already consumed most of the stock he had accumulated so far in Yorkshin and Gaskerland, and it was difficult to obtain suitable Jewel to add Magic recently; Kurapika's wound had only recovered to the minimum extent and was still bleeding non-stop.

Not only that, Sora's healing Magic was the same principle as Kurapika's Holy Chain, enhancing her self-healing ability, so the Life Force Kurapika lost was as much as she healed.

Even if I had a reserve of Jewel, even if I forcibly strengthened the healing ability to speed up the healing of the wound, I could see Kurapika's Life Force running out before it was fully healed.

"Sora-chan, is my ability also a Suggestion? Should I go and heal?"

Thus, Senritsu once again stopped the car in an out-of-the-way back alley and made a Suggestion. However, I knew this was not the best response to the proposal.

Senritsu's ability emitted Aura as she played, and the uses of Aura were very broad because it could exert effects matching the music being played, but the effect itself was powerful because the range of the effect was wide; the length of the song and the playing time were also directly proportional to the effect.

Moreover, in the first place, even if Senritsu's ability restored his Life Force, he could not heal the wound itself, nor could he stop the bleeding.

Although the heavy bleeding had stopped, if the blood itself did not return, it would only flow out along with the blood at the end where the Life Force was restored.

For a short time, the Magic Aura Senritsu really knew that if she could give him strength, he should trust his own Life Force and concentrate on heading to the hospital.

However, his face was as pale as Kurapika's, probing his waist pouch, looking like he was about to cry at any moment, with a sad face that said I would feel much better if I cried, and a healing Jewel that should no longer exist; it was too painful for Sora to search.

So I desperately thought about what I could do, made a Suggestion, and said in my heart.

Unfortunately, Sora did not listen to Senritsu's Suggestion.

It was not like I ignored it because it was useless. It did not really reach her ears. I did not understand the words in my brain.

However, that did not mean your head was full of complaints, "What should I do? What should I do?"

In Senritsu's view, Sora turned her waist pouch upside down to look for something, but this woman had long ago left behind a spirit somewhere that could escape reality with such meaningless actions.

To her, "death" was not so far away that it made her shrink back. This was the reason Sora could not escape from "death."

If you don't want to see it, if you want to live, that is not meaningless escapism. No matter how dreamy and absurd it looks, I tried to find a way to build and realize it in reality.

So, not noticing at all what Senritsu had said, Sora grabbed the Jewel she had selected and suddenly said something.

"... My Magic Aura if I use this... no, but my Aura system is completely different, and I'm serious, my body structure is different, so I might have a rejection reaction... as a catalyst for the bridge... I'm sorry, Kurapika!!"

"Eh!?"

Just when I thought she was talking to herself, Sora suddenly apologized to Kurapika, grabbed Neon's hand, pulled her away from Kurapika's jacket, which Neon was holding to stop the bleeding, and pressed it onto Kurapika's still-bleeding wound.

Sora did not hesitate to press the Jewel in her hand onto the wound.

Even if it was not a rugged ore but a cut ore, even if it was a minor wound, it was a torture.

Kurapika's consciousness did not recover from the pain that could be called a follow-up, but when he jumped up and heard a low scream, Senritsu and of course Neon temporarily forgot the guilt of being tortured, and I felt sorry for Kurapika.

"So, Sora-chan!? What on earth are you doing!?"

Senritsu asked suspiciously, but Sora's ears still did not move. I heard nothing.

Or rather, this woman probably did not see Senritsu and Neon, and did not even know where she was now.

"Yes, thank you!

Kurapika's blood, the diamond of Life Force... a diamond is a child's birthstone, it should match well... okay! Kurapika! It's an improvisation, so I can't guarantee it, but I can't let you die, so live with the will to die!!"

I took my hand off Neon, gave rough instructions, but all I could see was Kurapika, whose face was blue and seemed to be breathing at any moment.

Sora tried to force Kurapika to be strong, to soothe him, his tear-filled eyes smiling jokingly, covered in blood. The Jewel diamond in both hands muttered as if in prayer.

"----I don't want to die"

Opening the Switch of the Magic Circuit when passing Mana through the Jewel. Recently, I was too lazy to say anything, but I couldn't fail, so I couldn't fail. Let it pass.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I—I don't want to die"

Don't want to remember, don't want to remember, enduring the fear of the Abyss that I couldn't remember grazing the corner of my brain, I opened the circuit and politely told myself to face the Jewel. Magic Aura poured in.

"I don't want to die... I want to live, I want to live, I want to live..."

I didn't find a reason, meaning, or value for living, but I lived because I didn't want to die. Wishes and prayers filled the Jewel.

"————Live, Kurapika."

Simultaneously with the words that were my everything, the hands holding the Jewel opened.

Kurapika's blood-coated Mami, that pebble-sized diamond that was worn, was dyed a pale red, sparkling as if it had absorbed his blood.

Not knowing what had happened, Neon, who had forgotten what to do, forgot to apologize, stunned by Sora's words and actions.

"'E?'"

Neon and Senritsu raised their voices again.

Sora threw that diamond filled with Mana into his mouth without hesitation, as if swallowing a tonic.

Just like that, with the gem still in his mouth, Sora reached his right hand behind Kurapika's back and lifted his upper body, letting the unconscious Kurapika—

""----e?""

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Kurapika's fingertips twitched, feeling something warm and comfortable filling her heart.

But the soul must have come from an Abyss you couldn't even dream of; currently depressed, but my consciousness hasn't kept up with the speed of the ascent, and my thoughts are very confused, and the effect is poor.

Perhaps it has to do with my consciousness, my body feels incomparably Heavy, as if the joints have rusted, leaving only the fingertips.

As for the eyelids, there is no movement, as if they were stitched or welded shut.

Thus, Kurapika kept her body relaxed, waiting until his consciousness was released.

After the soul rises, it slowly, slowly floats to the surface, drinks that "good stuff" that makes you rise, and savors it carefully.

It slides slowly down the back of your throat, just like drinking water for a thirsty body in midsummer; it is what you want and need.

It is natural for Kurapika to instinctively want more of the best nectar.

So, she stuck out her Tongue without hesitation, as if begging for the nectar to be given to her like a little bird.

"Mm..."

Rather than quenching thirst, it was more like the more she tasted, the more she craved.

Unknowingly, an arm that felt so Heavy I didn't know how to move it suddenly lifted, and just as it was about to leave me, I immediately pressed it down, pulled it closer, and didn't let it Escape.

"!?

"Hey!? Is Kurapika awake!?"

"No, he doesn't seem to be awake yet... wake up for a moment! No! If he wakes up at this time, he will die!!"

The voices he heard flashed through his mind, unable to identify them as meaningful words; Kurapika licked, sipped, and tasted the nectar of the nectar.

Kurapika's consciousness was saying that no matter how much he tasted, it still wasn't enough, but his body needed not only nectar but also oxygen; finally, the strength that had been pressing on his chest loosened, and his lips parted.

Watching the nectar, as if taking the opportunity, behind the slightly opened eyelids, in the blurred vision, I began to regret with a head as fuzzy as my vision.

Not just the nectar, but the warm temperature and the feeling so soft it could melt, all of this made me regret it endlessly.

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"...... Kurapika. Have you regained consciousness?"

"... Ah... Sora... ah..."

Kurapika answered while feeling the haze in her head being swept away.

Blinking two or three times, the vision finally became clear; I first looked up at Sora's face, and I held my upper body while looking down inside the car.

I was sure I was in the car we had been riding in, and the scenery outside the window was not a park or a residential area, but a back alley that was dark even during the day. Kurapika explained that he had jumped into the car to avoid being chased by the "Blonde Killer," escaped temporarily, and then stopped in a place where no one would block the way, was pointed out as suspicious, and was treated.

Even if the explanation wasn't accurate, it wasn't far off; he slowly moved his arm to check the situation, the wound had not completely healed, but it was far from fatal.

Kurapika did not ask "What happened here, what happened?" He explained what I could not be without.

"Sorry, your wound hasn't completely healed, I didn't have enough healing gems.

Instead, I gave you a Magic Aura to... no, your vitality aura was amplified to restore the physical strength lost while temporarily strengthening bleeding and healing power. This is magic I improvised, so I'm glad it worked. But for this, I used your blood as a catalyst. I'm sorry for hurting you. Also, the blood I shed hasn't returned, so don't overdo it. Also, I gave him some gems to drink, but rather than the gems themselves being infused with Mana, it's more like the gems themselves are Spiritual Power, and if you use Gem Magic, the gems basically don't leave any shape, so I didn't. No need to worry about digestion. You don't have to worry."

"...... The last one... I didn't do it from the beginning... anyway, I understand... sorry for causing you trouble."

Kurapika replied, puzzled by Sora's answer; at first, the speed of speaking was quite fast, but gradually there were no pauses, and he continued to talk about trivial matters one after another.

Looking closely, it had been a long time since I had met his eyes, so no matter how I thought about it, Sora was hiding something, but Kurapika knew that Sora was better at hiding things and basically guaranteed he wouldn't lie. Since he was trying to protect me, I was more confused than suspicious that it was so obvious.

With that confusion, I looked away and turned to Senritsu and Neon, but Neon's face was redder than those bloodshot eyes that seemed to have tear stains, and Senritsu was very embarrassed and confused.

And when they all realized that Kurapika was looking at them, they all looked away generously, and Kurapika's doubts deepened further.

"...... Sora. Maybe something happened while I was unconscious..."

"By the way, is it Neon-chan? What did you see in her?"

Sora's secret, the reactions of Neon and Senritsu, what to do when I'm dying and don't want to think about it? That's what I thought, but I strongly felt that I was the culprit behind their suspicious reactions, so I mustered the courage to ask about it. It worked.

Such a reaction made Kurapika even more afraid of what he had done, preferring to find out immediately rather than not knowing or waiting a long time to find out. Raising the topic.

Perhaps because it was completely different from Kurapika's prank, it was a story he didn't want to remember, so Sora continued to speak, looking straight at the blushing Neon, and fell silent.

"...... Your 'Demon', that girl... I was also possessed by the 'Blonde Killer'. And when Kurapika collapsed, both I and Kurapika disappeared, but that girl was still possessing. You. The future I saw was not a future where that girl attacks Kurapika, but a future with her as the protagonist, right?

...... Or did that child not go to your future?"

Neon did not answer.

Sora's question... what she saw in Tomori, what she saw, she no longer cried and complained like she did this morning.

I think I have reached the conclusion of Neon's resignation.

Kurapika saved his life, but "death" was not expected.

And Neon knew that the reason why Fate was inevitable was that the culprit was herself.

If it weren't for what he said, Kurapika wouldn't have gone to see Sora today, at least not at this time.

If Kurapika hadn't followed, he wouldn't have been able to protect himself.

Realizing that everything he did to avoid tragedy led to Kurapika's future, Neon said nothing more.

To her, her premonition was no longer a warning to avoid tragedy, but a Curse that resolved the tragedy.

Therefore, Sora stared at Neon expressionlessly for at least a while; Neon remained silent about the tragedy she witnessed, at least he had the ability to stop the tragedy from happening.

But suddenly, this woman reached out, grabbed a Demon clinging to Neon's shoulder, and pulled it off Neon.

"Ah, it looks rotten, but it feels good to the touch, softer and more elastic than silicone, like a ball that can be squeezed and healed."

"... What are you doing?"

Then, he rubbed the "Demon" with both hands as he pleased, not only confusing the invisible Neon and the toyed "Demon," but also confusing the visible Kurapika and Senritsu, but Sora seemed to care about their confusion. I said while playing with the "Demon" as I pleased.

"Hey, what do you think a 'Devil' is?"

I am a genuine sixth virtual element; I have never seen a Demon, but I have seen many fakes.

Both the real and the fake have one thing in common: if God is omniscient and omnipotent, then the Demon is ignorant and impotent. The difference between the real and the fake is that the real is a profound yet incomprehensible chasm; it possesses human desires and attempts to realize them in twisted ways, while the fake is one that coexists with the humans whose desires it satisfies.

Sora spoke without fear or disgust, instead leaving the tampered-with "Demon" feeling confused.

"I don't know what the real thing wants to do. Well, although it can be incarnated through a human body, the human spirit that becomes the seedbed cannot endure it, so it involves the surrounding environment and self-destructs. That seems to be the norm.

But I know a lot about fakes. No matter what shape a fake takes—bent, twisted, warped, inverted, or flipped—it still exists to fulfill the desires of its human host.

A fake Demon is created by humans themselves in order to save themselves, even if they have been driven to the abyss of unhappiness and despair."

Neon's "Demon"... having tampered with the unreal "fake Demon" she created, Sora watched them and said indifferently.

Neon listened with her mouth half-open to the definition of "Demon," which seemed somewhat contradictory.

Senritsu was also confused, unable to understand what Sora was trying to say at all.

Even based on Sora's heartbeat, Senritsu could not understand Sora's intentions.

At first, I thought this was sarcasm directed at Neon, but that was not the case.

From Sora's inner voice, the first thing you could read was pity.

I could read the sympathy for Tomori on the roof of that apartment building, but there was a faint feeling that it wasn't directed at her, yet it certainly existed.

Calm, as if anticipating or looking forward to something; the heartbeat melody, however, did reach Senritsu's ears.

Senritsu could only read this much.

Even so, Kurapika remained sleepy, opening his half-closed eyelids to stare at Sora, who was talking about "Demons."

My heart pounded as if I had realized something.

"... So, in order to take responsibility for forcing that girl, I am going to perform an exorcism on her."

Like Senritsu, he seemed to have sensed Kurapika's heartbeat; for some reason, Sora finally said "Demon" and threw the "Demon" off of Neon. Just as I was about to get out of the car.

Neon and Senritsu were dumbfounded by Sora's inexplicable actions, but they lay in the car wondering if they had already gotten used to Kurapika, or if this didn't have much context for him. "Do you know where he went?" he asked.

"Hmm~, from her words and actions and the final blow from that King Pompi, I guessed the girl's fate, so I knew her end.

What Neon-chan saw might be the girl's own... 【text unclear/fragmented】... what time is the child reactor not?"

After opening the car door and getting out, Kurapika answered Kurapika's question, and then, as a matter of course, mentioned the "future" that Neon saw.

Hearing this, when Neon raised her head, I had a moment of dizziness, and in that dizziness which lasted less than two seconds, I saw it.

When I saw Tomori on the roof of the apartment building, who had been worrying about the thing behind me instead of facing Sora, the "future" I saw was a bit more vivid than what I had seen at the time. I saw what it had turned into.

At that time, I didn't know who Tomori was attacking, nor did I know who he was frantically hacking into pieces with his arms.

I only knew that he was an enviable, hateful, and unforgivable opponent.

But now, just as Sora said, he was certain that the lump of flesh with almost no human traces was her brother.

Neon might just be assuming, because Sora spoke so naturally.

But that's not all. Neon was still skeptical about the principles of her own ability, but he knew that even if it were an assumption, it wasn't something Sora would just say.

The conviction I gained was just a missing part of the highest possibility initially within Neon, and Sora finally made up for it. Even before Sora opened his mouth, I had enough time to think about this possibility. 【text unclear/fragmented】... because it existed, I saw Neon.

However, Neon can only be identified after it has taken shape.

I don't understand what kind of fragments I am picking up.

That is why she asked with trembling lips, "... Why... do you understand?"

"Perhaps it's because you look exactly like that girl, so the 'Demon' possessing her turned into something as big as King Pompi; I really feel sorry for her."

"... That's easy to understand, but don't call it that, because it's distracting."

While answering Neon's question, most of the latter half of Sora's words were to himself, not knowing if he was willing to explain it in a way Neon could understand.

The lying Kurapika dutifully fell into that monologue. Perhaps he knew that the culprit behind the real battle that erupted in the masterpiece of the friendship-breaking game was surprising; Sora widened his eyes and laughed amusingly.

"Well, I think it would be good if it were easy to understand.

You are the closest thing to a 'Laplace's Demon'."

Under Kurapika's piercing gaze, Sora crossed his arms and said regretfully, but he quickly corrected himself that it didn't suit him and said another "Demon."

"... Laplace's... Demon?"

Neon could no longer keep up with Sora's story and had to repeat what someone else had told him.

"I'm not a Demon that appears in myths, religions, or fantasy stories. This is about a vision of the future.

In short, it is a thought experiment in physics: if we could clarify the position and movement of atoms and create laws, we could understand everything in the future. It is theoretically impossible to know the position and momentum of an atom simultaneously. Simultaneously is an atom." 【text unclear/fragmented】... extinction negative, it is already exhausted."

The "Laplace's Demon" that Sora explained with a smile was by far the easiest part of Sora's story to understand. That is why Senritsu could not understand why Sora had just told Neon that.

If you say your Fortune Telling is just a hollow theory or delusion like what you said, it sounds ironic.

Perhaps Neon thought the same, with a face that looked like she wanted to cry, biting her lip helplessly, and said.

"... My premonition... are you saying it's some kind of meaningless delusion!?"

"Even if you can see the future, it doesn't exist, so 'Future Ghibli'?"

But it wasn't ironic. Like Senritsu, even if I couldn't guess the other person's mental state from their heartbeat, I knew.

Anyone could see this just by looking at Sora's clear, sky-blue smile.

That is why I didn't understand anything and was very confused.

I could not understand the meaning of Sora's smile and the direct reaction to Neon's screaming call.

"... Sora. That's enough. Go ahead."

"Oh, that's rare. You didn't stop me."

"... Who is it that keeps reminding me that it's useless to stop you?

First of all... you know, I can't stop you from hearing the news that my sister killed your brother."

I don't understand. Senritsu was the most confused, because he could not only read Neon but also psychology; he could not understand the current situation.

Senritsu could not understand Kurapika's grasp of Sora's intentions.

"That's right. Well then, Kurapika. Don't go too far..."

Sora gave an awkward, bitter smile at Kurapika's words, and without hesitation, he tried to find Tomori for his own reasons, but perhaps he felt halfway through that it was inappropriate to target Kurapika's words, so he refused.

"... It would be good if you could find a good 'answer'."

These were emotions that shouldn't coexist under normal circumstances, but when Sora spoke with a smile mixed with sympathy and pity, Kurapika's voice was flat and dull, and his complexion was like a sheet of paper, clearly indicating that there was not enough blood. Nevertheless, I still answered with a calm smile.

"... If it is an 'answer', it has existed from the beginning. I cannot find the formula to reach that 'answer'... This seems to be a problem, but... thank you. Thank you, I have found it too."

Hearing this answer, Sora deepened his smile.

The pity vanished completely, and the affection transformed into childish, pure joy. With a brilliant smile that lived up to its name, Sora looked so happy he couldn't believe he was going to "exorcise" from now on. Then he ran away.

"I see! Then you are safe!!"

They were stunned by this exchange that only they could understand, but when Sora disappeared, they remembered that Kurapika's wounds had not yet fully healed, and they were still a bit puzzled. Senritsu said to Kurapika: "Eh? Also... I am going to the hospital for a while."

"... Sorry, please wait a moment."

However, Kurapika stopped Senritsu before she stepped on the gas pedal.

He thought for a while and got up, but because Senritsu and Neon scolded him, he thought it was impossible for him, so he gave up and lay down to talk.

"—Neon Nostrade."

He lay on his side, still looking straight at Neon, and called out.

Hearing this call, Neon shrugged as if afraid, lowered her head, and continued to mutter "I'm sorry."

Kurapika was no longer angered by Neon, who kept crying and bowing down to apologize for being accused by Kurapika.

I understand why I am so angry with her, and why I hate her so much.

Therefore, the words Kurapika said were neither revenge nor sarcasm to hurt Neon.

So Senritsu could understand the meaning behind his words even less.

"Your longing for the future... is not limited to 'Prediction Type'. There is another type of future Sight Vision called 'Determination Type'. The 'Demon' that possesses you mainly utilizes the ability of future Sight Vision."

"... Hmm?"

What Kurapika suddenly said was another vision she had for her own future, which she had not paid attention to conveying to Neon.

He explained the vision of the certainty of the future to Neon in a faint voice, but it was still clear and easy to understand.

If Prediction Type is guessing the most likely event to occur from currently available information, then Determination Type is setting a goal for a "desired future" and creating a process to realize that goal from currently available information.

Although they are both bound by the same "future perspective", the difference between the two future perspectives lies in whether you see the "end" or the "process leading to the goal", but this is not the biggest difference.

Prediction Type is nothing more than the "most likely future".

Even if you try hard to avoid the future your future vision tells you, it may be nothing more than being unable to change the tide, like throwing a small pebble into the sea, or you might be unable to do anything at all. If you don't have it, you cannot reach that future through the flapping of a butterfly's wings.

Contrary to this Prediction Type, Determination Type, as the name suggests, is a future perspective that "determines the future".

A clear vision of the future is setting a goal, seeing what actions you should take to achieve that goal, and who should take what actions. It is you laying out your own future on a straight road and walking on it.

Conversely, if you do not take that action, it is a future that is almost impossible to reach.

In Prediction Type, regardless of whether the person involved in the future takes a certain action, there is no guarantee that the future will definitely arrive. Something.

When you teach it, Neon, who has no thoughts but is never stupid, will understand.

I understand not only Neon, but also Senritsu. Because I understand, I understand to the point that I cannot blame Kurapika.

Neon opened her eyes wide because she understood the meaning of Sora's story about the "Devil", why he deliberately defined the "Devil", and even spoke of the difference between "true" and "false". Sora and Kurapika spoke what they wanted to say. She said in a trembling voice.

"... Is this... future... something I... wanted... to create?"

"... I don't think this is something you created and induced from scratch.

Whether conscious or unconscious, it is definitely something you chose from the many possibilities of your own will, and further increased the possibility."

Kurapika affirmed Neon's words.

I know you want to be denied. However, this wish cannot be fulfilled.

You should know it yourself. All my actions are counterproductive, and I am here now because I have already fulfilled the Prophecy.

If Neon hadn't cried and gone crazy telling him the Prophecy she saw, Kurapika might not have known that Sora had become engaged to Tomori until everything was over.

If he didn't tell Neon he would follow him, if he didn't go outside and think, "Maybe I can predict if I observe carefully," if he didn't scream, Tomori wouldn't have gone to attack Neon.

Looking back now, it is useless for Neon to want Kurapika to die.

I know this, I can only think so myself.

However, Neon held her head in her hands and cried, repeating the word "No".

"No... no... no... wait... please... believe... no... no... I... I..."

"Kurapika! Do you know what you are saying!? At that time, and up until now, this young lady has been genuinely worried about you, hoping her predictions would fail!!"

Kurapika did not hesitate, nor did he waver. He could not understand Neon's words denying her own actions and heartbeat, and not knowing what to say, he protested angrily at Kurapika.

However, Kurapika did not feel any guilt toward Neon, let alone Senritsu, and responded calmly to their words.

"... Oh.

Neon's good intention is "I don't want you to die, I want to help you," while saying remarks that can only be considered a complete denial of her true wishes; her tears and actions were genuinely to help Kurapika. Hearing that he did not doubt what happened, the two flew into a rage and were speechless again.

Just then, Kurapika took a deep breath, somewhat tired, and touched his right eye with his right hand first.

"... But we have one that is not always correct.

If the prediction does not come true, your guilt will fade, and you will feel better. If your prediction is correct... you could have been the perfect 'perpetrator'."

Lying down and speaking.

Kurapika looked coldly at Neon's left eye, which this time touched the "true feelings" in Neon's subconscious that even Senritsu could not understand.

"You... are not yet strong enough to bear your sins without making any excuses. But you have a Conscience, so you cannot let go of your guilt.

I feel it is a pity that you are driven to a dead end by your Conscience, acting coyly, and heading toward the worst direction... but in the end, you blame yourself for being the perpetrator... your own weakness. By admitting their weakness, they use their own weakness as a shield, accepting their 'sin' as a form of indulgence, but they continue to evade their 'punishment'. That is why a 'Demon' is born, and they are possessed by the 'Demon'."

As I said this, I fumbled for the ashtray in the car and threw it in.

... Senritsu realized that he had thrown away the black contact lens and tried to criticize him by shouting "Kurapika! What are you doing!", but before that, Kurapika opened his eyes.

"Do not worry, Neon Nostrade."

Kurapika said.

There was no goodwill anywhere, but it was not heartless either.

In a matter-of-fact tone and voice, as if it were someone else's business.

"No matter what you do, to me, you will always be the 'perpetrator'."

Staring straight at Neon with his burning scarlet eyes.

Everyone was serious, but this was Kurapika's greatest dark (?) history in the making. Furthermore, the person himself "has not yet" realized it.

Sora ran off, Senritsu and Neon saw him off, thinking to themselves: "I did not push him."