Chapter 140: Direct Death

Mad laughter.

A very cruel act.

An unbelievable supernatural ability, such as stealing someone else's eyes.

They were all Flame Soldiers that Kurapika had never seen before, and considering he looked the same as he did five years ago, I could only think of one thing.

This Flame Soldier was not Kurapika's best friend, Flame Soldier.

It was likely a fake created by a Nen Ability.

I knew. I should have noticed sooner, from the very beginning, when I was the same as I was five years ago, but I should have noticed...

Kurapika still could not believe it.

The Flame Soldier, who should have been a fake, laughed so sadly, laughed as if he were mad, hurting and stealing from the person who saved him.

I had never seen a smile like a crying face. He had never smiled so sadly.

Even so, the smile was absolutely Flame Soldier's.

I simply cannot believe this is fake.

I simply cannot believe this is fake.

I wanted to shout that something was wrong.

If this is a nightmare, I hope you wake up immediately.

But I chose Kurapika.

Even if it is a dream, I chose it.

Kurapika's outstretched hands held tightly onto the person he chose to protect, his crimson eyes glaring at the youth before him, shouting not to be drowned by the heavy rain.

"You... you are not Flame Soldier!"

The youth widened his eyes as if hurt by Kurapika's words.

At that face, Kurapika's heart felt another sharp pain.

I screamed and reached out my hands.

But Kurapika only has two arms.

Because I decided who uses these two arms and for what purpose.

This is the reason I cut it off.

Thus, as if to endure the outstretched hands, I held Sora in my arms with even greater force, crying and screaming.

"You... are not Flame Soldier! You cannot be Flame Soldier!!"

A Flame Soldier... my best friend... cannot do this! The person hurting Sora cannot be Flame Soldier!!"

The reason for the screaming was that he was not his best friend, he was not Flame Soldier.

I cannot accept it.

However, the youth who should have been "not Flame Soldier" had the same wounded face as the "Flame Soldier" in Kurapika's memory, and left Kurapika with hesitation and regret.

"I really didn't want to do this..."

The youth's face darkened slightly, murmuring sadly.

The two Wooden Swords that Kurapika had also used before learning "Nen". He looked and spoke like Flame Soldier, but his behavior was like Flame Soldier.

"But... I have no choice... I'm sorry."

While apologizing, Flame Soldier ran toward Kurapika, who was still holding Sora.

Although he should have been lame, his movements were as light as ever. He also faced the reason why he could not be Flame Soldier.

However, somewhere in Kurapika's heart, he was still screaming reluctantly.

"Why?"

If you are not Flame Soldier, then don't think about it.

I don't need to know why I have to do this, but I still want to think this is a mistake; I cannot move because I bear this burden of regret more than Sora.

"Hey! What are you spacing out for!!"

Replacing the immobile Kurapika and Sora, Leorio jumped out, swinging the Goo he was carrying on his back, blocking Flame Soldier's Wooden Sword.

No, Flame Soldier seemed to block it, but with his Wooden Sword, Flame Soldier deflected the impact of the bag Leorio swung and escaped, while sliding into Leorio's embrace.

Then he saw Leorio.

Sky-blue eyes widened, not staring at Leorio's empty side, but looking at his own right thigh, just before the Wooden Sword hit him...

"Gandr!!"

"!?"

"Ah!?"

Just as he avoided Leorio's leg, Sora's Aura bullet Gandr flew in, and this time the Wooden Sword was repelled by the sudden attack.

Just like that, Sora continued to Shoot Gandr with his right hand, even though he still covered his own eyes with his left hand.

Because he couldn't see, or perhaps because there was no spare time, Leorio let out a rather desperate scream, as he disregarded Leorio and fired continuously.

Fortunately, thanks to the heavy rain, Leorio managed to dodge all the bullets of Sora's projectiles, which was excellent as Harassment, because even without "Healing", he could see the trajectory of the projectiles that were usually invisible but were now Materialization; Flame Soldier also gave up approaching and jumped back to keep a certain distance.

"Sora! Enough! Don't go too far!!"

Although Kurapika wanted to kill the self who could do nothing, while letting her fall into the worst situation next to death because of himself, Kurapika still pleaded with Sora and stopped him.

However, Sora ignored Kurapika's words and yelled at Leorio between heavy, ragged breaths.

"Hey, you idiot!! Don't get close! That child is... my eyes, I have one!"

"!?"

Hearing this, the expressions of Kurapika and Leorio changed instantly.

The fact that Sora's eyes had been stolen was too shocking, and because "it" was such a peculiar existence, the impression of "only for Sora" was blown away, and the most important and worst information was also blown away. I remember using words.

The stolen thing is now in the eye socket of a boy who appears to be a fake Flame Soldier.

"... Truly, you are amazing, Kurapika. That person.

Child, ugh, imagine the domain, so, must live."

As if to affirm this, the Flame Soldier praised Sora with a sad smile.

Only, her tone was filled with pity, not admiration.

It was a nuance bordering on sarcasm, but I could see the true intent, without even room to call it sarcasm.

To him, that "sight" was just that terrifying.

This is why I made Kurapika and Leorio understand that the current situation is the worst.

The worst part is, Kurapika moved.

"... Leorio! Save Sora!!"

"Huh!? Eh, hey, hey! Kurapika!!"

Kurapika handed Sora over to Leorio, and Leorio kept holding him tightly, as if to protect him.

The chain did not manifest. The Middle Finger Chain, as the most important thing in battle, at least at this stage, did not meet the conditions for use, so he felt that manifesting it would be a waste of Aura, and a large amount of Aura would be used to strengthen himself and the Wooden Sword. Turn.

If possible, I want to protect it with my own hands.

Although he is a trustworthy partner, he does not want to leave it to others.

However, in this worst-case scenario, Kurapika thought his stubbornness and possessiveness would only lead to the worst ending, and declared he would be the one to hinder him.

However, someone opposed Kurapika's decision.

Of course, it was not Leorio who was gnashing his teeth as if regretting his own childishness.

"!? Kura... pika...! Ta... ta... ka... Kunai! That child is..."

In Leorio's arms, Sora shouted to stop him.

But Kurapika did not look back, instead turning back to shout, drowning out her voice.

"You are the only one with mid-to-long-range attacks, you are in the most dangerous position right now!

I am stronger than Leorio, who hasn't even mastered the Four Major Principles! Most importantly... the Sword technique he uses belongs to the Kurta clan! Even in close-quarters combat, I know the best Sword techniques, so I can deal with it!!"

It's fine! Run away!!"

I won't go too far! I will focus on stopping you, so you guys run away!!"

"Kurapika! That child is your—"

"Shut up! Shut up, you're hurt! Kurapika! If you die, I'll kill you! Come on!"

Sora still tried to oppose Kurapika's words, but Leorio covered Sora's mouth and hugged him, then ran away and shouted at Kurapika.

Although grateful for his actions, he had no time to reply to Kurapika. However, he continued to face the "thing" in front of him with crimson eyes.

The first to move was "something".

In Kurapika's words, the blue-eyed Flame Soldier... the fake boy smiled and answered, just as in Kurapika's memory.

"As expected, Kurapika is amazing. That is all you need to know.

This is correct. When I reunited with Kurapika, I studied this martial art desperately because I didn't want to be a hindrance..."

Five years have passed, no one told me about this, and except for myself, no one else has used it, but at a glance, I understood that it was the Kurta martial art that blocked Leorio's Goo and stuffed it into his bosom.

But that smile quickly twisted into a smile that looked like it was about to burst into tears.

"But... I can't believe I have to use it this way...!"

While lamenting, even if reluctant from the bottom of his heart, the boy's movements were without hesitation.

After all, I couldn't believe his legs were disabled, but he jumped in lightly, closed the distance, and thrust the Wooden Sword at him, seemingly to take advantage of his small physique.

Kurapika's spine seemed to be aimed at his shoulders and thighs, rather than his eyes, throat, and solar plexus. Burning.

I cannot let her eyes, what she has been through, how much despair and madness she has experienced, how much she has been hurt, how she lost them, be used to exploit the appearance of her best friend.

I cannot forgive this "fake" that stole her eyes.

Unforgivable... although it should be, Kurapika's hesitation remained.

"Why don't you attack me?"

In that hesitation, "something", a boy, a Flame Soldier saw through it.

While blocking his attack with the Wooden Sword, while parrying, he did not attack at all.

It wasn't that I was focused on restraining myself, not that I was doing my best to restrain myself, nor was I wary of the magic eyes in the blue sky.

As a Flame Soldier, I can see through it.

"Maybe you don't want to hurt me?"

The word "different" did not appear.

I should have said that, but a few minutes ago I cried just to interrupt it.

Because what I chose was not the boy in front of me, but the girlfriend who is no longer by my side.

Even though I was the one who interrupted her, saying the person who hurt her couldn't possibly be my best friend.

However, there were no words in Kurapika's mouth to deny his words.

Only a hoarse, groaning, thin, scream-like sound came out.

"――――Flame Soldier...!"

Although he denied it, although he was not the best friend, he shouldn't call him by that name anymore, he knew he shouldn't call him that name, but even so, Kurapika inadvertently used a face and voice that looked like he was about to cry. I will put it away.

When calling, shout with a silent voice. Take action.

"Why--"

Just like in Kurapika's memory, the Flame Soldier smiled gently, only his lips moved, as if he were pleading, begging, and praying.

――――Kurapika is very kind.

There was no sound, only his lips telling him.

Unable to let go of the hesitant Kurapika, without letting go of the decisive opening, that surging "Goo" kicked into his stomach with all its might.

"Haha!!"

I don't know if it's because I'm not yet used to its "eyes," or because Kurapika's torso doesn't have any "lines" or "points" that are easy to aim at, or because I had no intention of killing him, but fortunately that kick landed; it was just one kick.

However, I don't know if this was the goal or a Coincidence, but about a month ago, there was a wound cut by Tomori, a pitiful victim and a perpetrator who kept running away.

Although the treatment had been completed, the wound was so severe that it was a Miracle he did not suffer Immediate Death.

Due to the Flame Soldier's full-weight kick, the wound opened and oozed fresh blood.

Furthermore, the Flame Soldier struck the bleeding wound with a Wooden Sword, Kurapika's "Goo" was completely undone, including his mental rags, and Kurapika collapsed onto the stone-paved road and lay down.

The Flame Soldier looked down at him with a sad face and spoke to him gently.

"It's okay, I won't give you these 'eyes.' 'That person' wants empty eyes the most, but he also wants Kurapika's eyes... I can't kill you, I won't do that."

Setting aside the first kick, he talked about why he didn't use "lines" or "points" during the Pursuit.

From what he said, I am convinced that he did not commit this crime of his own will, but that didn't help Kurapika.

If this were his will, Kurapika would have been cut down.

Deeply convinced that he was not the Flame Soldier, that he was an impostor created by harassing him in the worst way possible, he could have destroyed him without hesitation or reservation.

But, if someone is using Manipulation on him... if there is still a possibility that he is the real Flame Soldier, then this atrocity is by no means his will, but his most inadvertent expression, if you were to do that....

There is no salvation for the Flame Soldier or Kurapika.

Absolutely not.

So Kurapika looked down at the Flame Soldier with bright eyes of a scarlet deeper than the fresh blood overflowing from the wound, and lurking behind them... himself, the Flame Soldier, and her... Sora. A coward who toys with me with hatred but never shows himself.

But of course, Kurapika's hatred did not reach the "mastermind."

It only made the Flame Soldier look even sadder.

"It's too terrible... like this..."

He bit his lip, making a movement completely inconsistent with his expression and words, while dripping from those sky-blue eyes, which he was certain were tears and not raindrops.

The weeping Flame Soldier raised the Wooden Sword high.

Even if I have no intention of killing, I have no intention of passing through safely.

Perhaps this is the reason why the same Phantom Troupe slaughtered the Kurta Tribe after trampling and humiliating them; they wanted to make the scarlet even more intense.

My best friend, the Flame Soldier.

If you understand this, even if you know this is the other party's thought, your eyes will be filled with heat, and your vision will be dyed a bright red.

But my body did not move.

Everything that stopped Kurapika, other than his hatred, was not the pain of the wound splitting open, but the boy in front of him who stopped everything about Kurapika.

I cannot move.

I cannot Escape.

I cannot resist.

Kurapika could no longer leave his best friend.

It was impossible to hurt my best friend from the start.

The Flame Soldier looked down at the helpless and foolish Kurapika, who was clutching tightly to what should have been cut off, and then laughed.

Sympathizing with his weakness, he smiled as if forgiving him.

"I will make it easier for you now... but believe me.

Kurapika is my best friend."

――――That's right, it goes without saying.

Kurapika only said this with his lips, as if he had no other choice, and lowered his eyelids, covering his deep red eyes.

Immediately after, the sound of the Wind breaking the Wooden Sword echoed.

"Splash!!"

＊＊＊

A voice of peculiar pitch rang out, like a child before the voice-changing stage, audible as both male and female.

Immediately after, the back of Kurapika's closed eyelids turned white.

Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the scorching flash.

"Ahhhh!?"

The Wooden Sword that should have been thrown at his head struck his shoulder instead.

This was enough for Kurapika, as his "Goo" was not protected, but the power it contained was clearly weakened. It was less of a hit and more of an injury caused by the fall.

Not wanting to be seen as the "mastermind," the eyelids that he originally didn't want to open, opened naturally.

There, the Flame Soldier was kneeling on the ground, covering his eyes with his hands in pain.

"Kurapika!"

I heard a voice behind me.

I rolled on the ground, turning my gaze toward the person who was stepping in puddles and calling me with a cry.

(... Really, why are you always, always————)

Even if I couldn't move, even if everything except hatred should have stopped, even if I should have given up and collapsed, that voice, that figure, that existence, scooped up everything of Kurapika again and saved her. Continuing.

Always, always, the person who comes to help me when I need help says the most.

"You idiot! Kurapika, you idiot!!

You! You can't cut that child off!! Don't you know!?"

"Do not try to do what you cannot! No one wants that, neither you nor I!!"

I acted as if I were something Leorio possessed, hastily wrapping my eyes, and rushed over to say.

I cannot do that.

It is natural that you cannot do it.

Sora told Kurapika not to cut the Flame Soldier.

He scolded Kurapika, saying he had not asked for such a thing from the beginning, a face that could be seen crying even through the bandages, without those "eyes."

Kurapika lay on the ground and answered her.

"... Oh. I cannot refute that."

The scarlet color of the eyes had long since lost its color and temperature.

Kurapika answered with a happy smile, an expression as if he were about to cry.

"... I am hopelessly foolish."

I laughed at how ridiculous it was that I gave up so easily in despair, even though it was easy to be saved.

This made me laugh, so I thought it was fine.

I thought I could not give up yet, so I struggled to crawl up, using the Wooden Sword that I had not let go of even when I fell.

However, the struggle was suppressed by an angry shout of "Idiot!"

"Get up, you fool! What are you trying to stop him from doing!! Just like Sora said, come back, this is a good answer!!"

"... Leorio... when did you come?"

"I have been running with Sora from the beginning!! No, when Sora used the Jewel as a flashbang, I hid in a corner so as not to get caught in it, but after that, I was normally behind Sora. Circling around!!"

"You saw nothing but Sora!? When you are completely healed, Absolute Hatsu!!"

Kurapika had relatively forgotten Leorio, could not see him, and for the first time in a long while, acted naturally, asking subconsciously. He was a handy person.

And I can understand that feeling of wanting to say it, but that kind of loud push is a bad move for the moment.

Blinded by Sora's Jewel, the close-range flash of Mana not only caused him to lose his sight, but the light was too intense and even painful, yet the Flame Soldier escaped with his prey, Kurapika, right beside him. Forgive, the "black curtain" will not forgive.

The Flame Soldier closed his eyes tightly, his left hand held over them, but his right hand still gripped the Wooden Sword, yet he struck at Kurapika, swinging it down toward Leorio who was exposed in his position.

However, the Wooden Sword was caught easily.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the Wooden Sword with his bare hand and said:

"What is wrong? Impossible, what are you looking at?"

The Flame Soldier was not the only one whose voice sent shivers down his spine.

Even Leorio and Kurapika were no exception. I am sure the "planner" you see through the Flame Soldier is the same.

That is why the Flame Soldier let go of his weapon, the Wooden Sword, and then jumped back a distance.

I entered a posture for escape.

Sora's eyes and added cormorant.

The eyes were gouged out, subjected to Robbery, and now bandaged, fully aware of the Flame Soldier's movements, his face moving with his actions.

"... Flame Soldier. Tell the person who made you do this."

Just as before the Flame Soldier caught his attention, Sora replied, "It is fine."

"Do not confuse 'Magic Eyes' with 'Direct Death'."

Flame Soldier, you can only see the 'lines' of living things, right? You cannot see things, perhaps you cannot even see your own 'lines'. Even living things cannot see 'points', and if you lose your sight, you cannot see anything, right?

... Ha! If you have the ancestors' about every time I am happy, but if the 'planner' seems satisfied with this, it is not worth it!"

Hearing Sora's words, the Flame Soldier still had his eyes closed, but he moved his hands away from his eyes, and with a slightly dull face, made a sound as dull as his face.

Kurapika and Leorio noticed this, and both of their eyes widened.

The Flame Soldier used his Wooden Sword to block Leorio's swinging Goo, then dived into his embrace.

Perhaps I could not do it because I am not used to those eyes, but because I was just swinging around recklessly, if I had the skill to parry that unpredictable movement without swordplay... 'I can see it.' If you are there, you should be able to do it.

Just stabbing a Wooden Sword into the 'line' of the Goo that Leorio was waiting for and cutting it.

On the contrary, to test the power of that eye, it would be unnatural not to do so.

And even if Sora were blind, he would not be blind. I cannot lose.

So, after she drifted into this world, she did not gouge out her own eyes first, and walked to the present.

"... The moment those eyes left me... the moment they left my brain, it was no longer 'Immediate Death'. The source of the power of 'Immediate Death' is not the eyeball, but the brain."

"So the eyes you are using now are like iron magnetized by a magnet that is too strong. 'Magic Eyes', the remnants of 'Direct Death', have been burned to the point of mercy."

In stark contrast to her wild laughter just now, this time she calmly talked about "Immediate Death" and lectured her.

Telling him that if the "mastermind" really wanted "Immediate Death", it would be too wasteful and meaningless. She laughed again.

"... Flame Soldier. What you see is not 'death'. It is absolutely 'life' itself. If you use that 'line', its effect is the same as my 'Immediate Death', if it is limited to living beings. You can expect it, but the essence is very different. It is just that the surface is the same, and even if you cut it with 'it', it will not end."

--Are you okay. Your field of vision is not flooded with 'death'."

This time, as if speaking to Kurapika, I smiled gently at the Flame Soldier and told him.

The scene where he makes a sound of terror is in no way the tears of the world itself.

I tell you, even if there are cracks, it can prove that you are still alive.

In the words, in the smile, there was not even hatred, let alone bloodlust and enmity, toward Kurapika's "enemy".

Sora thought this was a matter of course.

Viewing the Flame Soldier as Kurapika's best friend.

"----Why are you really..."

Kurapika muttered, while Leorio took care of him, carrying him on his shoulder so he could escape at any time.

Leorio did not let that whisper end, but said in shock.

"Perhaps it is because I love you too much.

Even if you do not understand why, do not pretend to give up on useless stubbornness. Just as he said, no one wants anything."

Kurapika replied: "... That's right."

Leorio's words and Kurapika's honest reply made Sora look at him and smile slightly.

After all, my eyeballs are far from being lost, and I cannot imagine how natural it looks when I look at it, to the point that having bandages wrapped around my eyes is unnatural, but I can only understand the theory. For Kurapika and Leorio, who were still there, this was nothing short of painful.

But when they saw Sora's face, it was an insult to them, even though they thought it was painful. I realized this.

Even in this pouring rain, even in a world where only "Direct Death" can be seen, Sora always smiled brightly.

It was not just Kurapika and Leorio who were relieved by that smile.

"... I am glad you met Kurapika."

The Flame Soldier widened his eyes and smiled, as if his vision had been restored by a flash of light.

Somehow, his complexion seemed to have improved a little.

Was it because Sora told him his vision was not hopeless, or was it just as he said... Sora met his best friend, which is why Kurapika was saved and is now relieved. Since I did it, I do not know.

Before he could answer, the Flame Soldier's face twisted into another expression of pain and sadness.

The Flame Soldier looked like he was about to burst into tears, and above all, he knew better than anyone that he hated what he was doing.

"But I am sorry.

I am glad you... Sora is kind, but I am truly glad you are kind and treated me as Kurapika's best friend... but I... you... Kurapika... —"

"I won't let you."

He denied everything the "mastermind" imposed, as it was not his true intention. I won't even let you say anything until the end.

Sora asked Leorio and Kurapika with a terrifying smile wrapped in bandages: "Ready to run at any time?"

It only takes a few steps to move. However, the expressions of Kurapika and Leorio changed the moment they realized what was in front of Sora.

"Flame Soldier and cowards who can only hide and watch. Look carefully."

Ignoring Kurapika and Leorio's "Hey, don't be stupid!!", the Flame Soldier ran toward Sora, somewhat puzzled, but Sora still smiled.

I stroked the wall of the stone house in front of me, an abandoned house covered in vines, and said without thinking.

"This is 'Direct Death'."

Sora's slender white fingertips sank into the stone wall like soft clay up to the second knuckle.

Immediately after, the stone wall and the abandoned house collapsed, presenting a twisted but extremely smooth cut, as if the structure had been detached from the very beginning.

Accompanied by a dazzling glare that surpassed Gem Magic, and the roar of the stone house collapsing, Kurapika's habitual exclamation rang out: "Oh!"

"This! You idiot! I also thought I did some things regarding people that I couldn't talk about, but what on earth are you doing putting yourself aside!?"

"Shut up! I haven't healed you yet, so don't scold me! Relax! The wound will tear open even more!!"

Sora used Direct Death to demolish the abandoned house, blinding the collapse and creating a commotion that the local residents could not ignore even in the heavy rain.

"Ahaha, sorry, is there any other way to retreat temporarily?"

Kurapika knew this, and despite apologizing, he showed no signs of self-reproach. Seeing Sora driving so normally, even while bleeding profusely, he said: "You...!" He tried to continue his sermon, but Sora grabbed Kurapika's shoulder and pulled him, placing Kurapika's head on his lap, leaving him speechless and frozen.

"It's too late for me to be any stupider, if you don't have time to be angry about such an obvious thing, then rest easy."

After a stalemate for a while, Kurapika realized he was being placed on Sora's lap, and when I stroked his head, he seemed to be saying something, but in the end, he didn't speak and continued to lie on Sora's legs.

Leorio, who was watching the interaction in the rearview mirror, asked with a straight face: "Please, really, just explode now."

Of course, Leorio's request was ignored, and Kurapika, just like last month, lay in the backseat and apologized, "... Sorry for causing you trouble."

Facing such an apology, Sora continued to pat Kurapika's head and smiled as usual with his face covered in bandages.

"It's not your fault, the fault lies with the mastermind who used your best friend after infiltrating the most important part of your heart.

... So Kurapika. Instead of apologizing, think about what to do next. For now..."

Declaring Kurapika innocent, Sora proposed looking to the future instead of regretting the past, but before he could talk specifically about the future, Sora's Mobile Phone rang.

After apologizing, "Sorry." Sora took the Mobile Phone out of his coat pocket and answered the call.

I knew who was calling.

Today is January 7th.

I really wanted to call you before the exam started, but I'm sorry there was no time to deal with this "survival of the Kurta Tribe" matter.

If I found out, I would think, "You are prioritizing Kurapika again," and it would get messy, so I decided that if "that girl" called me, no matter what, I would answer.

I wanted to say from the bottom of my heart what he wanted.

"Hey, Killua.

Congratulations on passing the Hunter Exam."

"<>"

"You couldn't possibly be cute enough to report your progress during the exam, right? If you called me, I knew this was the only way."

Listening to Sora's disorderly words, Killua on the other end of the phone, Kurapika on Sora's lap, and Leorio in the driver's seat were speechless for a moment, before reacting: "Just like this guy."

Seeing their reaction, Sora smiled innocently as if a prank had succeeded.

Since everyone is still alive, even if injured, they can escape safely, and although Kurapika's best friend was real, they did not betray him, so their reliable companion passed the Hunter Exam safely, and just now he returned from the game world to reality and contacted me...

There is no need to lament anything, so there is no time to stand still.

Because the whole world knows that as long as you are awake, you are happy.

Sora had no reason not to smile, so he smiled.

... In the Pitch Darkness, you cannot see anything alive.

Even in my vision, where only "Direct Death" shines like lines and points, I continue to smile.

As I mentioned in my impression, the "Magic Eye" is a special effect attached to the eyeball itself, but "Direct Death" is visual information that the brain perceives as death, so I can say it accurately. For example, whether "Direct Death" is a type of "Magic Eye," stealing the eyeball cannot obtain "Direct Death," and conversely, the person stolen from will not lose "Direct Death."

Even so, even if the Flame Soldier is a considerably degraded version compared to Sora's, the reason the "lines" are visible is the same as in the main story.

Because Sora's "Deadly" is too powerful, his eyes changed into ones capable of naturally perceiving the "life of living things" with his eyes, rather than the "death" like Roa from Tsukihime.

Although the effect is similar to a roar, the circumstances and situation of how it occurs are completely different, so when asked "Is this okay in terms of the setting?", I have no choice but to reply, please forgive me.