Chapter 132: The Future is a Blank Sheet of Paper

"Come now, Neon Nostrade.

None of your atonements have grasped the point. This is why I want to forgive you, but I cannot."

Kurapika's words were unexpected, causing Neon to widen her eyes.

Of course, I cannot understand. Neon could not believe he wanted to forgive her, even though the story declared from the beginning that he was the perpetrator of the rest of her life.

Senritsu was the same. As far as she was concerned, she knew Kurapika was speaking from the heart, so she was even more bewildered, as she did not understand what he was trying to say.

Perhaps it was because Kurapika himself knew he would not be understood, so as he spoke, he lowered his head, frowning from the pain of his wounds.

No matter how many times he lost, he said he hoped he would still miss him.

"... The reason you 'do not want to be a victim' is not because you have given up on your own happiness, but because you want to be happy, right?

To be loved, to want to believe in the happiness of being loved... If you twist your own wishes—precisely because you want to be happy—into things that only bring you unhappiness, what will you do?

Claiming to possess a happiness you did not have in the past... what is the point of sacrificing your present and future happiness just to make excuses for your own unhappiness?"

Finally understanding, Kurapika told himself and Neon the reason he hated Neon.

My hatred for her was merely homophobia.

The person I was going to kill in Yorkshin, Uvogin, was too similar to the current Neon, so I could not forgive myself at the time, and so I just hated and loathed him.

"... Your 'Devil' will fulfill your wishes with a sincere, earnest, and honest attitude. However, that wish was twisted from the very beginning. What you truly want to achieve is impossible from the start. Notice that it has already become one.

Even if the perpetrator atones for his crimes, even if he is forgiven by the victim, the fact that he is a perpetrator will not change for the rest of his life. No matter how you deny it, no matter how many crimes you commit, your sins will not erase your wounds.

... On the contrary, it is your motive that makes your harm more conspicuous. Your wish is like a Möbius strip; even if it is fulfilled, it will always return to the starting point."

If you realize this is homophobia, you already know what to say.

Kurapika pointed out the distortion of Neon's "Devil" wish.

Deep within her twisted wish, she uttered a wish that was too simple, one she truly wanted to fulfill.

"... Your wish to the 'Devil' is 'to deny that you are a victim,' but if the root of this wish is 'wanting to be loved,' then you are a victim. You must realize this.

... Do not reject pity. After all, you are a victim who has been severely wounded, and this is what you missed first. In order to respond to the voice saying 'I love you,' I must first extend a hand of pity.

I pity you because I love you. So as long as you reject pity, you will never be saved."

Ever since Neon appeared, I have always hoped for this, but I should not have forgotten it, yet for some reason it is getting further away, telling me what is making me about to lose my tentacles, and telling me why I am getting further and further away from it.

"... You are truly unlucky.

It is probably because the Fortune Telling ability you acquired to see yourself was too excellent, so much so that your father could only treat you as a useful tool, let alone look down on you. I am a fortune teller.

It is precisely because you are talented, while your father and the people around you are stupid and incompetent, and also because the means you used to achieve the goal of 'I want you to look at me' and 'I want you to love me' were too poor. You succeeded, but the crossing failed to reach the goal, and you were lost in a dead end, seeing the original intention but unable to reach it.

... That path itself is no longer connected to your true purpose, so if you want to be happy, you have no choice but to leave that place."

Kurapika said that Neon herself was not wrong, because Neon was good, and because her father was too incompetent.

Although he was the "victim" of Neon's selfishness and claimed she was the perpetrator of his remaining life, he did not deny the wish Neon shouted: "Love me."

Affirming it, that is why I called for Neon to leave that place.

As usual, there was no kindness in his tone; it was businesslike and indifferent, but his words were too kind.

The words of love Neon wanted, the love Neon wanted, so much so that it was hard to believe a victim would turn to the perpetrator.

I know this is out of pity.

I know they think Neon herself has no value and just don't want to leave a bad aftertaste.

But unlike her father and Dalzollne, who only saw the benefits Neon brought rather than giving Neon what she truly wanted, they were willing to deprive Neon of everything and take it away. I don't want to treat her as a "poor girl" anymore, I don't want her to be a "poor girl," so I can see she is reaching out to me.

Even if you cannot see Neon's value, even if you know the sacrifices made by Neon's "Love me" wish, even if you declare Neon to be the perpetrator of your remaining life, Neon's "Love me" wish still exists. You do not deny that. Hearing that Neon's wish was neither "evil" nor "sinful," Neon shed tears of joy, not tears of sadness or anger.

But Neon is still unacceptable.

The tears were not just because of joy. Because his words made me ecstatic, even though I determined this was meaningless, I could not let go.

"... Why... to me... can you say such things...?"

Neon asked while crying.

"... I... did nothing... Mr. Kurapika and... Mr. Kurapika's kin... I did nothing but terrible things... Why... can you say such things about me?

... Why... can you tell me it's okay to be happy?"

I did not pay any price.

Neon is certainly a victim, but even if collecting human bodies is inherently tasteless, she did not enjoy the feeling of it, yet her collection was something she herself wanted and contributed to.

And if collecting human bodies was meant to be scolded, Neon understood from the beginning that collecting human bodies was not something worth praising, and it did not need to be scolded.

Neon knew he was a worse criminal than he wanted to be, not even knowing what went wrong.

That is why this time I cannot forgive the guilt and victim consciousness inside me.

Victims and perpetrators are compatible; I already know the fact that I am a victim will not disappear because I became a perpetrator, just like the two sides of a card. Because Neon responded to the voice saying, "I love you," he did not accept the fact that he was a victim.

Kurapika, who had been lowering his head due to pain, raised his head to look at Neon, who could not obtain the right or qualification for happiness.

Kurapika looked at Neon and smiled kindly.

As usual, his face was painfully frowning, and a pair of red eyes seemed to be saying, "What is this guy talking about?"

And Senritsu, who had been watching the exchange between Neon and Kurapika, although a bit confused, was still relieved in her heart, but she discovered that Kurapika's heartbeat matched his expression perfectly, making her even more confused.

Kurapika was confused by these two women and could no longer say anything about Sora, but he could not truly understand Neon's words, nor Senritsu's inexplicable relative retreat.

Therefore, he did not hide the thought, "Why don't you understand?"

"It's not 'I should,' but 'I should.' Or rather, is there something wrong with that?

Because I have already forgiven you, I don't think, 'I want you to be happy.' I say this because I actually haven't forgiven it.

I want you to, because 'becoming happy' itself is atonement for the crimes you have committed. Because you have a conscience, happiness will be the 'punishment' that best fits your sins."

"... Sorry, I don't understand."

Faced with Kurapika's unceremonious and ruthless answer, Neon felt her tears had dried up more than half, and she honestly expressed her thoughts and questions.

This sentence itself is a more persuasive answer than the sentence, "I hope you will be happy because of your tolerance." Because it was refreshing, Neon asked with completely natural tension, and Kurapika answered with a fairly simple answer.

"... It is second-hand, but 'guilt' is 'Conscience'. And 'Conscience' is spoken of as 'punishment'."

According to the sins one has committed, it is a burden one imposes upon oneself through one's own values. This is why it is a 'punishment'; thus, the happier a person with a conscience is, the more one's life will become a shackle, regardless of the circumstances.

So you should be happy. You do not need to be unhappy because you have a conscience. You have been punishing yourself through happiness all along.

If you can direct that happiness and guilt toward others... if you think your own happiness is excessive, if you want to give that happiness to others, if you can do that... then that is for the best. That is the correct 'atonement'."

As expected, Kurapika's reply was completely ruthless. In a sense, it was not being told to fall into an abyss of misfortune, but rather the announcement of a cruel punishment.

However, after Neon heard these words, her tears had completely dried up, but the reason was not because of the same embarrassment; she could not understand what he had just said, but rather that she was finally not being forgiven.

Neon repeated Kurapika's words in her mind until she forgot to cry, and staring with round eyes, she asked.

"... Happiness and... guilt... pointing at someone..., giving my happiness to someone... 'atonement'?"

I simply repeated my words verbatim.

Even so, Kurapika finally relaxed slightly and answered.

"That is all."

Seeing that relaxed mouth, Neon finally noticed.

His eyes, perhaps from the very beginning, were only filled with anger and hatred toward Neon. His crimson eyes, like the fires of hell, had not changed since he took off his colored contact lenses. They did not quite suit the scarlet.

Compared to the beginning, compared to the eyes of his brothers soaked in formalin, which were fake, but which he had once held in his hands, his eyes looked softer and gentler than the scarlet rice fields carved into his gaze.

It seemed to be a color similar to the morning sky dispelling the darkness, rather than a fire burning everything.

Senritsu also noticed the same thing, and at the same time heard his heartbeat, smiling faintly as if relieved.

I was confused by everything I did not understand and could not comprehend, but now I could certainly understand. His heartbeat, his slightly relaxed mouth, or his scarlet eyes, gentle as the dawn, had no sense of incongruity.

"You should continue fortune-telling.

If you want to avoid the tragedies of others, if you can make yourself happy by making others happy through your own fortune-telling, then you can do it... I am above all else. This is the 'redemption' I want from you."

Kurapika talked about how to atone for Neon's "punishment".

He said to continue, to continue even if you lose it, to continue obtaining it even if it is in a different form.

Rather than losing fortune-telling entirely—the means of Neon's painful, eager desire to "love me"—because she was too excellent, the reason for her failure was being "an ordinary girl"; she had a strong influence on her surroundings because she was so powerful that she thought she would be able to obtain freedom and happiness.

"... Impossible..."

Neon trembled all over, responding hoarsely to the verdict.

I did not say no. However, with a tearful face and a tearful voice, she still answered "I can't do it" without crying.

"... Because my fortune-telling... the previous one was stolen... cannot be used... now, the remaining... cannot be controlled... ah, the newly created ability is... me and... it is a 'Devil', making someone... suffer...

Impossible... Ah, I... without others... I am happy... fortune-telling... I am happy..."

Saying "I cannot" instead of saying "I do not want to".

"I can't do it," Neon said herself, her face aching from her own words. He continued, as if clutching at something.

Senritsu knew the word was "expectation".

For Neon, the atonement Kurapika proposed was Neon's own wish, even if he did not feel guilty or had not committed any crime.

I want my father to see me, I want to be loved. But that is not all.

The reason I started, the reason I fell in love with it, was just one word.

"Fortune-telling makes people happy."

People who say this is a scam.

However, for Neon, only this word was true.

I wanted it to be true, and I have always believed it to be true.

A pure and direct wish, without distortion or twisting.

This wish alone was enough for Neon to establish and obtain a Nen Ability without any knowledge or training.

No matter how twisted, how distorted, how filthy, I know I am here because I cannot let it go.

This is why Neon asked without crying.

I cannot cry yet. Depending on Kurapika's reaction to his own words, the meaning of the tears would change greatly, so when Neon was about to cry, he answered in a strange voice that did not cry, "Impossible."

Hearing this... Neon's heart was almost torn apart by "anxiety", but Kurapika responded to that "expectation" of a heartbeat that had never been lost.

"... Because I thought so, therefore 'impossible'.

You have imposed such restrictions on yourself that you cannot see your own future, but even so, the belief that 'the future is fixed, so you can see it' binds everything to you."

Kurapika slowly fell backward, lying on the seat again, refuting Neon's "impossible".

"Is it because your new ability is a 'Devil'? The 'abyss that is within reach but cannot be understood' is just a real thing, so you know the 'Devil' that is fake, don't you? It must be cute."

Furthermore, according to religion and interpretation, a "Devil" is not a "creature that traps people," but rather it is said that they are Angels who play the role of "punishing sinners" and "confirming human victory." A "Devil" should also be an Angel with the appearance and role of a "Devil."

... Most importantly, your 'Devil' is the same as 'Laplace's Demon'."

Rejecting Neon's "impossible", satisfying her "expectation".

No matter how many times he was disappointed, he did not let go. Neon was truly facing her own sins, and even Neon herself did not save herself; I had been expecting him to make up for it like a dream, it must be scarlet.

Senritsu understood that his scarlet eyes were not because of anger or hatred, but because he expected his wish to be fulfilled, so he drove to the hospital.

The vibration of the car pushed him into an abyss of blood, and Kurapika felt a comfortable drowsiness different from a coma, slowly approaching him.

"Your 'Devil' was never a threat.

In the possibilities of thought experiments, it was originally invincible, but once it is 'confirmed', it will easily become extinct, negative, just like an exhausted devil; it is 'confirmed', so it is actually very weak..."

"Perhaps it will be proven soon."

I can understand the first half of Kurapika's sentence, but I cannot understand the second half, "the same as Laplace's Demon."

Especially, I did not understand the meaning or intention of "proven" at all, so when Neon leaned forward a little and asked "What does that mean?", a slight dizziness appeared.

In that dizziness, which lasted less than two seconds, Neon saw.

"Blonde Killer" Tomori was running while crying, but no one caught her, and Tomori fired a few Bullets trying to get rid of her————

Although I was tired of running, I didn't want to run anymore, but I didn't want to end what I had been doing with the word "miserable." I knew that even if I ran, I would gain nothing. Even so, Tomori still ran through the corridor, broke the window, and jumped down.

While listening to the "Demon" laugh.

Tomori did not know if this "Demon" was created by him, or if he was possessed by a girl who looked very much like him.

However, at the same time the "Demon" laughed, I heard a sharp gunshot.

Tomori tried to jump out of the window to escape, but the police fired at her back.

A bullet first penetrated Tomori's back, and then the bullets fell from bottom to top from Tomori's heart like a nightmarish rain, until he fell to the ground and died.

"!?"

At the same time the gunshot rang out, Tomori's shoulder was also grabbed.

In mid-air, a powerful, warm, yet very soft hand, clearly different from the gloomy white "Demon" clinging to me, grabbed Tomori's shoulder and held her.

Tomori looked at her; surrounding Tomori was a soft, slender body that was taller and much more toned than Tomori's, yet clearly a woman just like herself.

If the "Demon" attached to me were sliced by the slender fingertips of the person who grabbed and held me, its swollen body would be split vertically in half, and the "Demon" would melt while laughing, disappearing just like that.

Were those police officers who were supposed to shoot him down acting according to plan, or were they confused by Tomori's irregular behavior?

He embraced Tomori from the rain of death, protecting him, and saw the opponent who had been in charge of everything in place of Tomori, shocked from being thrown to the ground.

"……Why?"

Tomori was still being held, still being held, still rolling on the ground, Tomori asked in a trembling voice, his eyes seeing something unbelievable.

Why do you help yourself? Am I not your enemy? I asked him if I was an unforgivable enemy to you, to the point that you pushed yourself to such an extent.

……His white hair was stained with blood and sand, and his body was covered in large bruises, although he could protect himself with Aura. There was no answer.

Of course, if he hadn't died, he hadn't even fainted.

Because of the Magic Circuit, he was not good at casting Aura around his torso, but even if it was rotten, it was an Enhancer, and quite skilled. Projecting an aura around the torso was not impossible, but it was not very good.

However, because of the battle with Tomori in the apartment, Kurapika's healing, and the transfer and amplification of Aura, a considerable amount of Aura was consumed, so even if it wasn't completely sealed, it would only be destroyed. He was hit by a Stone. But, I was seriously injured.

But that kind of thing was still undistorted; this person cared about it the least himself.

"Yes, I'm sorry for the trouble! I just got the 'Blonde Killer', the police over there call an ambulance and a Hunter immediately! Not an amateur, but a professional! Someone who looks like they can handle Nen Ability! Once you hand it over, I will place a Constraint on you, hurry up!!"

"If you don't know what Nen Ability is, ask your superiors! As expected, it makes no sense that the police have no such knowledge at all!!"

Just after following Tomori out of the window, holding Tomori in his arms, protecting him, and crashing, the police and onlookers were terrified, but the person who crashed was still alive. He restrained Tomori with his arms and legs and gave instructions to the stunned police. Not only the police and onlookers, but even the restrained Tomori didn't know how to react, leaving everyone at a loss for a moment; I did not.

However, while Sora indicated his identity, he threw the Hunter Badge to the police, who understood and acted according to Sora's instructions.

"Oh, it hurts. But it's finally over."

And Sora just rolled on the ground, waiting for the ambulance or Hunter to arrive, holding Tomori in his arms, to hand over Tomori.

The police provided first aid for the time being, although he was very reluctant, I expressed a carefree impression.

Tomori no longer reacted to that carefree impression.

This is why the police provided first aid while retreating. No matter how you look at it, Tomori appeared sleepy and had no will to resist at all.

However, Sora did not let Tomori go.

She also lay weakly on the ground, clinging to Sora without any resistance.

I wanted to be caught, I didn't want to be caught, but in the end, I was caught by Tomori.

Instead, the question of why I was still alive swirled in my mind.

I don't know why my life finally ended, why my life is still continuing, why I don't have to run anymore, I am still in pain, why I can't help but feel anxious and afraid.

Perhaps sensing Tomori's thoughts, Sora's hand moved from Tomori's back to his head.

"You are an unlucky child."

Sora said suddenly.

I repeated what I told you over and over again, expressing sympathy for Tomori.

"The culprits cannot easily give up expectations, because they have 'nothing to do', the awakened Nen Ability is an Enhancement system specialized in physical attacks, the people around them are too incompetent to notice what they have done to provoke... what? I mean, seriously, it's a Miracle that such bad luck happened.

...... But you are fundamentally wrong. So it's a pity that your escape dragged on for so long, but... but this result is conceited."

Although pitiful, Sora was not kind at all.

Using that body as a shield, he saved Tomori from the Fate of death, while stroking Tomori's head like a baby, clearly telling Tomori words of condemnation.

"In order to make you stop running, I have to admit that I am a victim.

……If the motive for wanting to be a 'perpetrator' is 'victim', then the moment you stop trying to run, you will catch up with the fact that you are a 'victim'. The way to stop escaping is to accept what you are escaping from, but you chose to escape in order to stop escaping. Although he didn't want to run anymore, he still made up a reason not to run and kept looking away from reality.

I will not deny the choice of running. Even if you try hard to do something about things you don't like, it will only make you feel worse, which is a common situation, so running but choosing to win is a wiser choice.

But if I choose to run to win, I should stop running. If you want to stop running, you must face what you are running from."

Indifferently telling Tomori where he was wrong, what he did wrong.

I didn't say running was wrong. I asserted it was correct.

Because he asserted it, he declared Tomori wrong.

Moreover, frustratingly, even if he didn't have the energy, Tomori couldn't respond to Sora's words.

Tomori didn't understand how meaningless it was to choose to run in order to stop running, even though he understood it without even thinking.

"I sympathize with the misfortune that has been dragging on, even if it ends in despair, but it will end sooner.

Frustrating, but just as Sora said.

In the end, Tomori realized that he had lost everything because he wanted everything.

To deny the fact that he was not loved, he told himself that he also died by his own will, but the victim status of "I didn't want that" rejected the guilt.

Although he tried to become the perpetrator himself, he even avoided taking the guilt of becoming a perpetrator. I am a victim, so why would you do that? I have always had this feeling.

Is the guilt of being an attacker a way to deny that one is a victim, but Tomori changed his position for temporary convenience, so he became a person who was neither a victim nor an attacker. Because I tried to be, because I tried to be something no one could be.

And so it went bankrupt.

Tomori, who went from never running away to running away, thus lost everything, realizing that everything she had done was meaningless.

Realizing this, this time, what crossed Tomori's mind was not doubt, but regret.

If I had to realize that no one loved me like this, if I had to dirty my hands, I really didn't want to dirty them—this voice cut into Tomori's regret; he should have ended himself that day.

"... Hmm, the worst part is that Kurapika really has a woman's face; not only does he have the face, but he also sounds like a husky female voice. I still can't believe it."

Sora said with carefree astonishment.

It was unclear if he wanted to hear Tomori's words or was just talking to himself, but the following words were definitely directed at Tomori.

"Since you were 'captured' by Kurapika yesterday, you shouldn't have recognized Kurapika as your prey; it should have ended there. You should have been caught as the perpetrator and sought help as the victim."

Although she didn't know whether you were the perpetrator or the victim, she still worried about you and grabbed your hand.

Yesterday's scene played vividly in my mind.

Because I was running down the stairs while looking behind me, I suddenly jumped out and tripped myself, so I immediately ran to Tomori's side to worry about him.

Then, he grabbed Tomori's arm without hesitation, stopped Tomori, and insisted, "It's okay."

Tomori turned around and glared at him, his face visibly bleeding and twitching. After grabbing him, I realized that if I were called a suspicious person, there would be no excuse; a look of panic appeared on my face.

... Such a simple thing, I didn't notice it before I grabbed him.

Unknowingly, he gave up self-protection and worried about Tomori.

I don't know what happened. I didn't even ask.

However, he was worried that it wasn't good for me to walk alone late at night in a place with poor public security.

He not only came up with an alternative plan but also paid the price for it, saying he couldn't believe his own words to send it; he simply couldn't thank him enough.

Instead, he smiled slightly, seeming relieved that Tomori had accepted the offer.

He was a person who smiled as if he had saved someone else.

Even though he was that kind of person, and Tomori was caught by that kind of person while trying to run away, Tomori no longer viewed him as the prey of a "denying victim" who put the cart before the horse.

"... Ah, this 'now' is truly something I made myself."

"... Yes. I have always been unlucky, but I am not unlucky. I am stupid, so I made many mistakes. Before this happened, I had already ruined many opportunities that could have ended better."

In Sora's arms, Tomori answered with tears streaming down her face.

I am unlucky, everything I did backfired, dragged on for so long, and cost me so much money.

But Tomori was never unhappy.

This was not the path I took because I had no choice but to keep running. Among the many choices, Tomori chose the one she thought was best.

A hand reached out, but it was not Tomori herself who was grabbed.

I could have finished it.

As of yesterday, when a person named Kurapika grabbed my arm, if I had been 'captured' by that person and ended everything, at least it would have been much calmer than it is now.

Even if the reason he grabbed my arm was because of the pity Tomori refused, this pity was by no means sympathy for not being loved by family.

Not knowing this, knowing nothing, he was the person who tried to help Tomori.

Even so, there is no reason to call myself "unfortunate," because even such a person viewed me as prey.

Even now.

You helped me.

In that case, Tomori had no choice but to fall into despair without realizing her own mistakes; I regretted it.

He wanted to deny that he was a "victim," he didn't want to bear the guilt he didn't actually bear, he wanted to be happy, he wanted to live, but Tomori even tried to escape from even living.

So I am not unhappy. If I am unhappy, it was only that summer.

Besides that, I am unlucky, but I realized it was my fault for not doing anything I could have done because of bad luck; I understood, accepted, and then... Tomori was still embraced by Sora, lowering her eyes as she spoke.

"--I'm sorry."

I can only say this to Tomori, who has committed too many mistakes and sins.

Facing these words, Sora continued to stroke her head and replied.

"It's okay."

In Sora's words, the thing living in Tomori, which Tomori created and had been haunting her heart, the 'weakness' was disappearing.

By accepting rather than affirming, the Devil lost its refuge, became unable to maintain its existence, and then disappeared.

Awakened by the pressure of being intimidated and watched by that summer's family and the desire to stop running. The Nen Ability, however, the Constraint of "if someone catches you, it's over" was finally realized.

Tomori, who ended the long, long tug-of-war, was neither a beast nor possessed by a Demon, but just a victim and a perpetrator, finally letting herself stop and rest.

Tomori tried to jump out of the window to escape, but the police shot at her back.

A Bullet first penetrated Tomori's back, and then the bullets fell like a nightmare rain from bottom to top from below Tomori's heart, until he fell to the ground and died.

"!?"

Amidst the dizziness, images surged forth.

When I saw the "Blonde Killer" fighting in that mansion, the same thing surged forth.

The "Blonde Killer" was a future where Tomori could go nowhere, could say nothing, and was shot down in despair.

However, the future was very different from any Prediction I had seen so far.

Walking to the end together.

Presumably, Tomori, trying to avoid the police, unknowingly broke the window and jumped out, but was hit by the Bullets fired by the police, with the power to be beaten like a honeycomb. What should have crashed was cut out.

Even though Neon's brain screen was split in two, the torn images continued to play, but disappeared at the edge of the playback.

After that, all that remained was the fact and information that he had seen such a future.

No matter how many times Neon recalled it in her mind, the memory repeated like a normal picture until Tomori cried and ran away, but from the moment she was shot and hit, it was just information; it repeated in words and sentences. It could work, but the video could not play at all.

I couldn't even imagine it. It was as if we didn't need to imagine such a future because it no longer existed.

"... My prophecy... the future has already disappeared..."

Senritsu, who had always been puzzled by Neon's suspicious behavior and heartbeat, was even more puzzled by his stunned muttering, but Kurapika wore a look of calm.

He probably knew what Neon had seen.

This was why he spoke in his usual matter-of-fact tone.

"What does it feel like to lose the future?"

The stunned Neon was startled by Kurapika's cynical question before answering.

"... I feel very strange. I have always tried hard not to look at the results of my fortune-telling, not just for my own future, but for the futures of others as well. Although I didn't realize it... I didn't think it would fall away... Perhaps it is a good thing that this future has disappeared, but hey... no, this might be shocking."

... But, just now, I felt my head clear up. For some reason, I was walking on a straight path in a room, unable to see outside, but then I was thrown outside where there wasn't even a road... It felt like I saw the vastness of the world for the first time."

Just as he said, Neon answered with a clean face, as if he had been blown away by something.

Neon's answer was given with a smile, as if he were satisfied with the "Demon" attached to his side.

The "Demon" was neither sneering nor laughing mischievously; its eyes were narrowed to slits by default, so I couldn't tell, but the corners of its vivid lips turned up, melting as it smiled. Rearview mirror.

At first, it was almost certain that Sora had killed the "Demon" possessing Tomori, and according to Neon's claim that "the future has disappeared," I thought the "Demon" possessing Neon had also been locked away and was dying, but I was worried that the "Devil" would disappear strangely and calmly.

Kurapika also lay there watching the "Demon" disappear, but unlike Senritsu, he was not sad.

Do not doubt.

He understood that the "Demon" did not disappear because it was killed in a chain reaction by Sora's Direct Death, but that the "Demon" chose to disappear in accordance with Neon's will.

Neon's "Demon" was different from the "true" one; it twisted even the purest, gentlest holy wishes and granted them in a filthy and miserable way, just like the polluted Holy Grail in the Holy Grail War that Sora was involved in. The "false" could only be realized in a tragic way because it was twisted.

Even if the wish had been realized, it was not the "Devil's" fault that tragedy occurred.

The "Demon" itself could only continue to sincerely realize its wishes for its biological parents.

... No matter how twisted, no matter how filthy, even if you understand that the source of that wish was too ordinary and mundane, a small happiness, the "Demon" born from a twisted wish could only make the twisted wish come true.

However, the one who gave birth to that "Demon" was his own heart's desire.

Even if I lied to myself, I could not hide anything from myself.

No matter how twisted and filthy it is, you cannot lose the beginning of that wish.

Thus, the "Devil" smiled and disappeared.

If they remembered the wish their biological parents truly wanted to realize, if they stopped playing a role, they would disappear, ecstatic from the bottom of their hearts, without any dissatisfaction.

I know this was not my own "death," so the "Demon" disappeared with satisfaction.

Their true identity was an overly simple wish to "want to be happy," so the "Demon" smiled happily and disappeared; Kurapika saw his happy smile, and even the "Demon" in his form could understand.

Neon did not even need his own words anymore.

Thus, Kurapika lowered his eyes and listened quietly.

"... My premonition was such an easily disappearing thing.

But it should be like this. After all, my fortune-telling was to see a bad future as much as possible and avoid it.... It was never really 100% from the beginning."

Neon said with a wry smile that his prediction was not Absolute.

"... But why was I taken away? I can't make fun of Dad.

... My fortune-telling was supposed to be wrong, but in order to avoid it, I thought it must come true, and when I saw someone unhappy, I said: 'I can't do it anymore.' Giving up is the worst thing I could do, but... why did I give up?

I wanted to see the future through fortune-telling; I didn't want to know everything about the future, but I managed to avoid the unavoidable misfortunes of many people and make as many people happy as possible through my fortune-telling. I started because I wanted to become something... I didn't want to see the future; I started because I wanted to change it, but if I give up, that would be too wrong."

Neon talked about his mistakes with a smile, remembering what he wanted to do and the essence of his dream.

Talking and laughing, silently shedding tears.

"... Stupid, I am really stupid.

Even if you can't see the future, you can still change it, so why did you decide to stop fortune-telling? If I could still see the future, I shouldn't have given up. I didn't have to give up. If I knew the future, I could think about how to change that future. If I couldn't change it, that was just a combination of my lack of effort to change it and my bad luck... It is not an unchangeable Fate."

I know now.

When Sora said that "Laplace's Demon" and his own "Demon" meant the same thing, he smiled and muttered to himself: "Even if you can see the future, it does not exist." The future is not ironic.

If "Laplace's Demon" really existed, if the "physical view of the future" were realized, there would be no hope.

A "future" that cannot be changed no matter how hard you try, even if it promises a happy life, would fall into the despair of "boredom."

Knowing everything about the future is synonymous with the despair of losing everything.

However, "Laplace's Demon" was rejected. Proving it will not come true protects the hope for the future.

It turns out that there is hope for the future precisely because we do not know the future.

Even Neon's "Demon," originally, should have been a "wish" that would become such an existence if it were granted directly, without any mistakes, without any twisting or pollution.

If you use the "Devil's Proof," which points out that "it is impossible or almost impossible to prove that something is not," then you can use Neon's "Demon" to "fix" an uncertain future. I know this is a Suggestion; if you are sure that a tragedy is "yes," then it will change from a mere possibility that is difficult to handle to something that will absolutely not happen just by pressing the wrong button. Neon laughed and cried, saying he could continue to do what he wanted to do, his atonement would bring happiness to one person, and he was never a plague that decided someone's misfortune. He was happy, he said.

"--I'm sorry."

The words of apology were repeated over and over again.

But this time, even if you repeat the apology like a broken speaker, you don't know what you are apologizing for, even if you don't expect to be forgiven, and it is not even cowardly.

"... I caused a lot of trouble because of my selfishness... I hurt a lot... I'm sorry."

Apologizing while telling you where you went wrong and what you are apologizing for.

"I'm sorry... you helped me, but you tried to help me... because I didn't know you, because you were selfish... because you only thought about yourself... I made you feel too bad, very troublesome. I'm sorry.

Deepest apologies for all the misunderstandings. I'm sorry for giving up and not trying anything.

I will do my best. This time, no matter what kind of future I see, I will not give up, and even if that future cannot be avoided, I will not give up, nor will I stop fortune-telling.

I will not give up on my own happiness. Because I don't say that not doing anything and being unhappy is atonement. Because I will make up for it by making everyone happy and becoming happy... so... so----"

While apologizing and vowing to make up for it, Neon hoped.

The young girl who lost hope because she saw the future gained an infinite future because the future was killed. I made a wish to Kurapika because I decided on the "sin" I should carry on the path I chose for myself.

"Please help me."

As a victim, I asked.

But I know this is not something I should ask of Kurapika.

Neon is a victim, but Kurapika is not the perpetrator of Neon. He is not the twisted wish that drove himself to not want to become a victim.

So even though I know this is just a form of indulgence, I still cannot help but hope.

I admit that I am a victim; my father never loved me, and although Neon feels she has no right to do so, she is still very persistent.

I realize that the perpetrator Neon has always been reaching out a helping hand, so even though I know that if he exhausts his love and never reaches out that hand again, I cannot complain, but I hope

Kurapika lowered his eyes and answered this request.

"……The hand I reached out to you was merely pity.

…………So, as long as I don't pity you, I will do what I want to do as usual."

Kurapika's tone was still matter-of-fact, without a shred of goodwill.

However, the answer was, although the words were few, Neon indicated that it was already painful enough, and the first thing about pity is helping Neon, which is synonymous with waiting until the wound heals.

Whether it was honest or not, Senritsu smiled at this simple yet difficult-to-understand answer.

From the rearview mirror, she could only see that Neon face that had heard Kurapika's answer, but she now knew Kurapika's expression without turning her head or hearing Kurapika's heartbeat.

You can tell by looking at Neon saying "thank you" while being unable to laugh or cry with tears of joy.

Kurapika was finally able to forgive the girl who bore the felony of wanting to forgive but wasting her efforts, feeling at a loss, having gone to the wrong place, and smiling gently.

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The next day, Neon, who came to visit Kurapika, and his guards Senritsu, Wether, and Squala, were at a loss when they saw the empty hospital room.

"……Huh? Could it be that classmate Kurapika has just developed into a workaholic?

Although most of yesterday's injuries had been treated, strangely, the gen did not die immediately, so Kurapika could not go home after receiving treatment for the unhealed wounds and had to stay in the hospital for a few days.

This was not just the doctor's decision, but the anxiety was severe.

In the second half, although his colleagues completely agreed with Neon's worry, in the first half he replied "it really isn't like that," and after visiting Kurapika, he turned and headed to the hospital room where he was prepared to stay.

Then, as expected, Kurapika, wearing a light green hospital gown, stood with his arms crossed in front of another person wearing the same hospital gown, his aura fully unleashed.

"……You really are a miraculous fool. Or rather, why are you still alive?"

Standing in front of Sora, who had more bandages than he did sitting on the bed, Kurapika spoke first.

However, even if Sora reflected on Kurapika's stubbornness, he was never discouraged.

"Because it's Enhancement!"

"You don't need to enhance your stupidity!!"

I smiled and honestly answered the simple reason why I was still banging around after falling from the third floor of the junior high building, and Kurapika told me it was natural to say so, and I shook my head. I was beaten quite hard.

Just like that, Kurapika began to preach.

I wanted to stop the sermon, but I thought if I stopped, Kurapika's anger would be directed at me, so Neon and the others decided to watch Sora's sermon from behind Kurapika for a while.

"……Or rather, why is Sora-san still alive? And Kurapika-san, after a certain level of treatment, you were sent to the hospital and fully recovered in two weeks, right?

…………Why did Sora-san recover from a gunshot wound in one week?"

I was holding a small bouquet of bright poinsettias that matched the season, asking Senritsu and the others while Neon flickered. Neon's eyes implied: "Is that person human?"

The three shook their heads, which was undoubtedly the answer to the question in Neon's eyes.

And the reason for giving this answer might not just be because his injuries were not as serious as Kurapika's, but mental.

How could someone with such spirituality be intimidated by Kurapika's sermon? She didn't read the air as usual, directly interrupted Kurapika's sermon, and shouted at Neon.

"My meaning is, don't wait for people who come to visit you.

I'm sorry for making you worry. Thank you for coming."

Kurapika didn't seem to notice that when Sora told him, Neon and the others had come in earnest, and he pouted in dissatisfaction, but he decided he shouldn't do that in front of people, so he paused.

During this time, the guards asked Kurapika, "Are you okay?", while Neon gave Sora a bouquet of flowers.

"Uh, uh…… Nice to meet you, Mr. Sora…… but, um, I think you know, I am Neon Nostrade. I am sorry for the inconvenience caused to you this time……"

While hesitating to hand the bouquet to Sora, she said strange greetings, perhaps a bit nervous and confused.

Due to her father's self-preservation and suspicion, she was a closed-off girl, one could say she was under house arrest, but because she was locked up, she did not develop a sense of danger in interpersonal relationships, perhaps because she was hungry for relationships with others, Neon was not shy at all. Or rather, if I were shy, I wouldn't have encountered any trouble in Yorkshin.

A rare reaction for her was that she still didn't quite understand Sora's personality and his relationship with Kurapika, but she could only understand that Sora and Kurapika were people more important than anyone else. So, I felt very guilty. My premonition brought me to the present, "I don't want to be thought of as a victim," I hope to bring misfortune to the people around me who have nothing to do with me, and the chaos caused by guilt...

Neon prepared to be rejected by Sora, "I don't want to see your face."

It was as if for her own selfishness, she used Kurapika as a sacrifice, so I thought it would be natural for her to be resented and rejected by the strong-willed girl who was the first to know how Neon's "Demon" was born.

However, even after Neon entered the hospital room, even now, if I remember clearly, even in the car yesterday, Neon didn't notice, but Sora's reaction did not change.

"Yes, I know, I know, but of course we haven't named each other yet.

I am Sora Shikiori. Nice to meet you, Neon."

Far from hatred, there was no feeling of disgust in the gaze directed straight at Neon. On the contrary, Aogyoku narrowed his eyes, seemingly happy that Neon was talking to him; he took the bouquet and asked for a handshake without hesitation.

Seeing that friendly response, Neon was confused and inadvertently asked Kurapika for help…… or rather, "What is going on?"

Kurapika saw that gaze, Sora tilted his head, as if he didn't know what Neon was confused about.

"I like children, you idiot."

"Classmate Kurapika, ironically, is it okay for me to stab myself with a boomerang!?"

Kurapika's sarcastic words inadvertently pushed Neon in, but Kurapika seemed to understand and said provocatively, not caring even if he blew himself up.

Apparently, because of what happened yesterday, Kurapika opened his heart to Neon, revealing everything he had hidden and everything he wanted to say.

……The reaction of salt was more than the usual clerical treatment and goodwill, emphasizing "I am Kurapika's perpetrator," being mocked and beaten as atonement, feeling guilty in his heart. I don't know if Kurapika knows that fading out Neon would feel better.

Whether intentional or not, his kindness had not changed. So Neon muttered a thank you in her heart, even if she said it directly, I am afraid it would not be accepted.

"Sorry, the reason I like this girl is mostly like this, but it's not the only reason."

"Which part is rude?"

Probably someone who understood Kurapika's sarcastic intent better than Neon, although he was used as a stock to elicit Neon's sarcasm, he still sat on the bed, affirming that he was an idiot, said it boldly, and was pushed into Kurapika.

Or more precisely, Neon thought Sora did not dislike him, but he was startled when he was told that he liked him. Then, Sora gently pulled the dumbfounded Neon over and hugged him.

"You are trying to forgive this girl, and you yourself like this girl very much, so I also like Neon-chan."

"……Hmm?"

Kurapika raised his voice, wearing a rather serious expression of disgust, and said this with a smile. Neon did not mind this reaction, as he thought it was very natural.

On the contrary, regarding Sora's remarks, other than the former, the latter could not really understand what was happening and what he was thinking. Wait.

Wese and Squala also stared at Sora with strange expressions.

It seemed that only Senritsu had guessed the reason for Sora's remarks.

"You, if you have to go out with someone you don't like, you should basically treat it as paperwork and try to intervene as little as possible.

It doesn't have to be there, or it might be better if he wasn't there. This is for people you like and trust.

Don't you know? Your attitude toward Neon-chan is about the same as your attitude toward Leorio."

Apparently, in this place, Sora understood Kurapika better than anyone else, even including Neon.

Neon was startled by Sora's answer, and Kurapika himself wanted to raise his voice to protest with a blushing face, but the protests of "Ah!" from Wese and Squala were completely drowned out.

Kurapika glared at Sora with a blushing face while shouting at his colleagues, "What do you mean by your reaction!?", but he didn't speak.

I absolutely cannot do it. I want to shout "That's not true," but I can't say why Kurapika can't let go of Neon, and I won't.

The reason I can't let go of Neon is because I have no choice but to reach out, because I saw Sora again.

The reason Kurapika would move on his own for no reason, and she does not regret it, is because what Kurapika wanted to help was not Neon, but the image of Sora she saw.

When I realized that Neon did not want to admit that he was a victim, I realized it at the same time.

Neon could not realize that he was a victim because I thought he looked like Sora, still having many scars unknowingly.

I thought that if Sora made a mistake, he would become so twisted, distorted, and tarnished that he would create a "Demon" and have to cling to it, even if no one would be happy.

So I can't say that I can't let go.

Rather than unknowingly denying the reality of not being loved, it is more like the pain of not even noticing that the wound is still creating new wounds, but it is too late again. Kurapika could not do that, so he remained silent with a blushing face.

Seeing Kurapika's reaction, I stared at Sora, who was laughing with a blushing face.

Seeing the interaction between the two, Neon was the same, and finally smiled as if to ease the atmosphere.

When Kurapika was freed from his happy, age-appropriate, innocent Neon smile, he did not realize that "it's not like that" made no sense.

Only Sora, who noticed, smiled happily.

＊＊＊

"Think about it... what happened to that 'Blonde Killer'?"

Neon became attached to Sora because he was too shy at the beginning and caused trouble after the tension eased.

Kurapika was telling his colleagues that this was not something to talk about, and he thought, judging from his embarrassed and painful expression, that he thought so too, but it would have been fine if he had waited for a suitable time to bring up a serious topic with Sora. It seems he decided to prepare for something to happen because he guessed that he would not come for a long time.

The guards who talked about work when Kurapika was away were underage superpowered individuals, and the culprit was under information control both inside and out, not knowing if it was, interrupted the conversation, and waited for Sora's answer.

Sora answered without hesitation.

"Hmm? I handed him over to the detectives and the police for the time being, but if he's not good enough, he can only be prosecuted for trespassing and destruction of property at the school.

Even if he committed the crime on the spot and confessed, because he 'lost his Nen Ability', his crimes committed at the school lack persuasiveness."

Although they were participants in the event, everyone except Sora was involuntarily weakened by the irrelevant answer, but Kurapika recovered first and asked back about the second half of the comment.

"……Your Nen is lost? What's going on?

Isn't she a typical Enhancer? In that case, even if you lose some unique abilities, you wouldn't suddenly be unable to use your Nen Ability itself."

"Ah, yeah. Just like Kurapika said, she lost her unique abilities, and because she knows nothing about Nen Ability, she is now in a state where she can't even put on a 'Wrap'. Her Shoko is open. That's why even from the perspective of Nen, it's hard to prove the 'Blonde Killer' and other crimes."

Sora answered Kurapika's question immediately, but Kurapika was not the only one who didn't know the answer; I was also present.

"Yes.

That girl unconsciously set limits and improved her abilities. She has talent, and in a sense, her family environment became her Training ground, but in any case, if a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is not good at anything, she cannot become a martial artist. An expert comparable to the 11th Phantom Troupe.

……That girl wanted to keep running away, but she didn't want to run away anymore. So, to realize this contradictory wish, I decided it myself.

With the restriction of 'it's over if caught', until she is caught, her aura and Nen Ability itself will upgrade, and until yesterday, the abilities of automatically activating 'Dragon' and 'Goo' were over. There was a loss. Therefore, no matter how she complains, she probably doesn't believe her sins."

Sora's answer finally convinced everyone except Neon, who was not yet familiar with "just in case".

Tomori, an amateur who didn't know why she became "just in case", caused huge damage to Kurapika's "strength", and Sora couldn't stop her, and she was about to give up on herself. With this restriction, it is understandable. Becoming such a high-spec ability.

Usually, under this level of restriction, even if you risk losing your ability to break it, you cannot expect a big improvement. But for Tomori, being caught and getting an upgrade that is harder to be caught is a bigger risk for her than breaking the restriction and losing the ability.

So, not just yesterday, but the day before yesterday, when Kurapika grabbed her arm, she should have automatically lost her ability until I lost my ability.

That is the result of her "Demon" constantly satisfying her twisted, distorted, and unclean wishes.

Sora said nothing.

Perhaps, if Kurapika cared about the reaction of the Dowsing Chain, and the reason for running away from home was a lie, then the "Demon" possessing her might have been driven out earlier and more gently. I no longer talk about meaningless possibilities.

"……I don't quite understand, but that child may have to bear a Heavy burden that she cannot atone for even if she wants to."

I just smiled and answered "Yes," facing Neon's murmuring words, enduring his own pain on his face instead of sympathizing with him.

Kurapika made a face at this answer, but then Tsukatsuka and Sora walked to his side, suddenly grabbed Sora's head, and bit him with iron claws.

"！？ Ouch! Ouch! What!? Suddenly!"

"Noisy, don't mess with your brain, I didn't care from the beginning."

Neon and the others were startled by Kurapika's sudden attack.

Even if not as good as Sora, Kurapika proved that even if Sora didn't speak, he could see her thoughts to a certain extent.

"Anyway, when I met her the day before yesterday, I thought maybe I could be 'done for', and there was regret and guilt, but in the end, it was different, are you just going to be silent like this?

Don't try to atone for sins that don't need atonement, it's all up to you. Or more precisely, if you want to make up for it, reflect on and make up for your own actions, worry and hurt yourself. Even if I was misled, I would be angry, and I am already satisfied with that young lady."

The line of continuing the "iron claw" helplessly seemed to be pushing his words coldly, but what he said was "no need to regret, you don't have to feel guilty." Anyone can understand that it is nothing more than that. Like to carry things on the back, care about oneself more than others.

Thus, Senritsu smiled bitterly as usual, Wese laughed amusingly, and Neon and Squala made expressions of burning hearts.

Sora, who said these words, rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

"I can't do that, because looking cool is the privilege of the elderly."

"……You aren't cool enough, so give it up."

As usual, people didn't listen to my opinion, but even so, I just smiled happily and said I was satisfied.

Knowing that Neon was staring at that reply with a reproachful look, Kurapika asked politely: "What's with those eyes?"

And Neon seemed a bit annoyed at being ironically quoted in such a solemn and foolish topic, so he didn't hesitate to let me say what he wanted to say.

"……Classmate Kurapika, no matter how many years older Classmate Sora is than you, are you too spoiled to still be willing to be pampered by him? Let go of me, even my love for her has been used up. You can throw it away."

"………………Teeth?"

"One."

Kurapika faced Sora's tsundere, and I said it directly into Neon's throat; it was a flirtation toward Sora that even Sora understood, but I still wanted to say it, so Kurapika's blushing was still within my imagination. Even Sora, who showed affection for Kurapika, blushed just as much as Kurapika, and for some reason, the guards made awkward sounds.

"Eh? What? Did I say something I shouldn't have said that went too far?"

Confused, Neon asked. In Neon's view, the topic of being thrown away was indeed insensitive, but Neon also thought it was only allowed because Sora understood that Kurapika was spoiled. I thought it was just a light joke, but perhaps because it wasn't, I looked around with tears in my eyes, trying to apologize to Kurapika and Sora.

However, before Neon could apologize, Kurapika insisted with a blushing face.

"Wha, what are you misunderstanding! Sora and I are not in that kind of relationship!!"

"Eh? Classmate Kurapika, what are you talking about?"

However, Kurapika's argument was so unconvincing that it wiped away Neon's guilt, and he simply replied.

However, Kurapika's face became even redder because of Neon's retort, and Sora, either not wanting to be seen or unable to see his face, covered his face with both hands.

And after every guard sighed deeply, Senritsu placed a hand on Neon's shoulder and shook his head. Only then did Neon understand the meaning of their reaction.

Neon shouted in confusion, because he understood.

"!? That's a lie!! Eh? A lie!? If they aren't lovers, then what are these two!?"

"I mean, if you aren't lovers, what did Mr. Kurapika do to the artificial respiration guy yesterday!? Seriously!? Instinct!?"

"Hey! Miss!?"

Because he understood that Kurapika's words were true, Neon could not understand the words and deeds of the two; they were just examples of that loving couple, and he inadvertently blurted out the doubts the Bodyguard had been holding all along. The scale was grand.

Sensing his words, Senritsu wanted to cover Neon's mouth, but it was too late.

After being stopped by Senritsu, Neon understood his words and looked at Kurapika and Sora awkwardly.

I just said it with great momentum, hoping you didn't catch it and miss it.

But reality is ruthless.

"Eh? Hey, big sister, what are the details!?

What about the artificial respiration? Is it mouse-to-mouse? In fact, the Kurapika on the other side did it……"

The information revealed by Neon's power was clearly heard by Wese, and because it was a topic this kisser couldn't ignore, his eyes sparkled so much that his ability to read the air vanished instantly.

However, with the momentum of catching Neon, the "artificial respiration" he spoke of became more specific, and the moment he tried to say the trick of Kurapika he had guessed, a scream rang out over her voice, and at the same time, Wese's face was hit by a pillow.

Blushing from Neon's erroneous remarks, the overwhelmed Sora screamed and threw a pillow at him.

Sora knelt on the bed, trembling with teary eyes, and threw a pillow at her.

The pillow was stuffed with feathers, so there was almost no damage, but as expected, this blow brought Wese back to his senses, and he looked back at Sora awkwardly, but Sora's consciousness had already vanished.

However, he looked at Kurapika with eyes that stared tightly at him.

Neon's words were imposing and perhaps ignored, but as expected, Wese's bite should have been heard clearly.

So, at the very least, I hope people will think that if I just gave them "artificial respiration," it was just a life-saving surgery, and they won't remember anything else. Kurapika was there——

"………………………Sora.

…………That was……perhaps……not artificial respiration……………………Magic supply……?"

Sora, with a face as red as the sky and teary eyes, touched his own lips and asked.

Far from Wese's bite, I heard it clearly at Neon's exposure.

Hearing this, because of the haze, I couldn't remember.

Nectar that makes life itself pure water. Comfortable and warm. A melting, soft feeling.

This was all a memory of my tongue and lips, the word "artificial respiration," and the knowledge I learned the night we reunited on that airship, when I felt she was too girlish and cute. But, inside Kurapika, they became one.

The related conclusion led to more memories and recollections.

It can only be said that when I was about to leave, I pulled, suppressed, and devoured everything that felt good. Sora must have guessed that his expectations were not met.

"~~~~~~What else do you remember, you!!

This! Kurapika's moody cabbage roll!!"

Completely enraged, Sora jumped off the bed while cursing unintelligibly and rushed toward the opposite direction of where Kurapika and the others were; I didn't make a move, but slammed the window open with the momentum of breaking in.

Everyone present already understood this woman named Sora, to the point that they realized this was a move to escape through the window.

"!? Wait a minute Sora! Wait a minute, because I was wrong!!"

"Sorry Sora-chan! Calm down!!"

"No, isn't it better to let him escape here for a while!?"

Kurapika stopped in a panic and apologized for some reason, and Wese followed to persuade, but in a sense, Squala offered the opinion closest to Sora's intent.

By the way, the two who witnessed the decisive moment of Kurapika's dark history no longer gave up, but accepted everything, looking at this chaotic scene gently as if enlightened. It is also called ignoring, because you can't do anything about it.

However, Sora, who had exceeded the limit of shame, had no one's voice. Or rather, I couldn't even hear my own voice.

So, just before he jumped down barefoot in his hospital gown to escape, he said with a face like a ripe tomato that this was not nonsense, and that he couldn't understand what he was saying at all, then disappeared outside the window.

"If it weren't for you, I would have beaten you up when you were chasing me!!"

"!!?"

Kurapika was asked by Sora: "What do you mean!?"

The four people who had to watch helplessly as Sora escaped, seeing that Sora was actually a relative of urban legends like Dash-Hag and Turbo-Hag, and far from an injured person who needed a week to fully recover, "……What should I do?" I was at a loss.

"…………You aren't lovers, are you?"

Neon, while comparing the direction of Sora's escape and the sinking Kurapika with a distant gaze, asked the guards again, but this time no one answered.

I would rather ask them.

Guys, why aren't you dating yet?