rpbooks Chapter 188 The Apology Announced Over the School Broadcast: Being Human
Chapter 188 The Apology Announced Over the School Broadcast: Being Human
Jiuzhiche used a healing ball on each of the two girls.
Although he did it to save them, he wasn't incapable of solving their scarring problem.
Besides, the healing ball lottery has the highest drop rate.
If a girl has a scar on her forehead, the psychological impact can be enormous.
Many people, unlike Kayako in the early days, prefer to have thick bangs.
Saito Hideki was extremely grateful, almost kneeling down in gratitude.
Jiu Zhiche saved his mother and his girlfriend. If he could, he would do anything for them.
The two girls were also moved to tears.
Jiu Zhiche waved his hand: "It's no trouble at all."
If it weren't for saving their lives, he could have finished in a matter of seconds.
Killing them is convenient, quick, and a permanent solution.
After they left.
"The school doctor at Takeshima keeps staring at me. Is there something on my face?"
Jiu Zhiche spoke calmly and indifferently.
Takeshima Asami shook her head. "You don't look like someone who studied medicine. That bizarre scene just now—you weren't scared at all, and instead went up and resolved it. Are you an exorcist?"
Her guess contained a hidden expectation.
"Just an ordinary person who taught himself some skills because he was worried about the destruction of the world."
Jiuzhi Che said modestly, "There are many strange things that can destroy the world, and he is far from being able to do so."
"...What do you think of the vortex in Black Vortex Town?"
"It's quite artistic, Dr. Takeshima. You're a medical student, how come you're interested in art?"
"Don't you think there are too many whirlpools?"
After asking around for a while without getting any information, Takeshima Asami still refused to give up, feeling that Kyushige Tetsu knew something.
Jiuzhi Che smiled. "Dr. Takeshima, just say what you mean. There's no need to beat around the bush. Or rather, how much do you know about the Uzumaki?"
"Nothing, just asking out of curiosity."
Takeshima Asami backed down. Even if he told Kujiro Tetsu everything, would Kujiro Tetsu really be able to solve it?
"Alright, now that I'm here at work, Dr. Takeshima can go and rest."
Jiu Zhiche was unaware of her concerns, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. Under such strange circumstances, there was very little an ordinary person could do.
He sensed her probing, but he had no obligation to cooperate.
She can say what she wants to say, or it's no big deal if she doesn't.
It's just that the stone hanging around his neck has a slightly swirling aura; he noticed it the first time he saw it.
Takeshima Asami left, looking preoccupied.
Going to work is a boring thing.
Jiuzhiche sat for a while, then left the infirmary.
A shadow flashed by quickly.
It's like trying to get his attention.
Jiuzhiche followed, and at the same time made a phone call.
I walked all the way to the back of the school, where it was quiet and secluded with few people.
The shadow stopped and turned around.
It is Aze Chitan.
She dragged the three corpses out of the grass and looked at Jiu Zhiche with a grin: "Brother, they are a gift from me. They are beef-flavored. Be my brother, and you can eat them every day."
As she spoke, she stuck out her long tongue and licked the oozing brain matter from near one of the men's ears.
Jiuzhi Che remained silent, but simply revealed the skull sword.
Since you've come knocking, don't leave.
He lunged forward and slashed. The "Strong" template was already 50% complete. Even though "Strong" mainly improves strength, resistance to blows, and endurance, the overall physical improvement meant his speed wouldn't be much slower.
0.5 seconds later, the skull sword slashed past Aze Qiantan's position, grazing her clothes as it passed.
Aze Qiantan narrowly dodged, crouching low like a wild beast, arching her back, and angrily said, "Brother! I was very sincere, why did you hit me?"
It sounds naive, but its actions are naively cruel.
"You're not human, you can't reason with you."
"You're insulting me, but I was born of my mother, so how can I not be human?"
"..."
We have different values, so there's no need to talk.
Jiuzhiche didn't waste words; he expressed his attitude through actions.
"Purify!"
Aze Qiantan's mind went blank, her body stopped, and her tone slowed: "I want a handsome older brother who is consistent in his words and actions..."
Before she finished speaking, her tongue slipped into the ear of one of the people underground, gently rolled around, extracted the brain matter, and restored her physical condition.
The next moment—
A figure flashed by.
Her movements were as fast as lightning, leaving afterimages. Even with her skill, Jiuzhi Chekong found it difficult to hit her.
The magic eye can see her movements, but it's difficult to capture them in that instant, so it can only predict them.
Actually, using more purification would defeat the opponent faster, but he still had a question for her. If he overdid it and the freak born from the union of the demon and the human died, that would be bad.
Aze Qiantan had already circled around behind him.
Jiuzhiche's shoulders slumped, his center of gravity dropped, and he directly dodged Aze Qiantan's five claws.
A series of faint whooshing sounds echoed through the air.
It is clear that Aze Chitan's power is definitely not weak.
The next moment, a tongue coiled towards Jiu Zhiche's neck.
"bass!"
The skull sword jammed the tongue, producing a sound similar to metal clashing.
Aze Qiantan's tongue jerked violently, trying to pull it back.
Jiuzhiche followed the force and moved closer, using it to his advantage, shifting his momentum, and flipping his wrist—
Using the tongue as a rope, he wrapped it around the skull sword. With a huge pull, Aze Qiantan lost his balance.
Jiu Zhiche's eyes turned cold, and he struck her hard below the ribs with his elbow.
Her eyes bulged for a moment.
It wasn't over yet. Jiu Zhiche turned around and threw her over his shoulder.
"Bang!!"
The ground was dented from the impact.
Jiuzhiche glanced at her tongue, which was tougher than a skull sword and hadn't broken.
"Waaaaahh ...
Aze Qiantan cried loudly.
"Brother, brother, brother..."
Because her tongue was rolled up, her speech was unclear, but she kept calling for her brother.
Jiuzhiche: "You suddenly found me, was it the Demon of Atonement who sent you?"
"Waaah—"
"say!"
"Yes, it does..."
Jiuzhiche opened the panel and saw that the red dot, which had been in the same place not long ago, had now moved to his vicinity.
He smirked, grabbed Aze Qiantan, and ran toward the teaching building.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
"Hello everyone, I'm your announcer for today, Yuuma Azawa."
"Today we're showing you an apology letter written by an anonymous person."
The title is: An Apology Letter to All Teachers and Students of the School.
"I live on the same land and under the same sky as everyone else. Every breath I take produces carbon dioxide, making the world more crowded and polluted... I am sorry."
"I eat and consume resources every day, taking the share that should belong to the homeless and the social outcasts for myself... I am sorry."
"Every road I've walked, every inch of land I've trod, has left behind unnecessary traces... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stayed."
"My presence may have disturbed your peace of mind without you even realizing it... I am very sorry for that."
I'm sorry for being born.
"Sizzle—"
A long, drawn-out static came from the radio, piercing the ears.
In the broadcasting room, the announcer's lips curled into a crooked smile, revealing an indescribable sinister glint.
"sorry."
He slowly uttered three words.
As if reaching a breaking point, all the students and teachers who heard the apology statement covered their heads.