Chapter 139: The Girl Known As Juunishima Youran / Score (2/2)

Hearing her words, Honoka had stood up abruptly.

Only looking at her face she was a child-faced pretty girl, but that height was close to one hundred ninety centimeters.

The height that would have no trouble fitting in men’s basketball looked down at Aoba.

It was like being overlooked from above the heavens.

That distance stirred up Aoba’s fear.

「Weird thiiings?」

「Eh？」

「Right now, were you saying “weird things”?」

「Th-That wasl――」

「You said it didn’t youuu」

「That was, speaking about his word choice――」

An unknown fear assailed Aoba, she had initially tried to vindicate herself, but before she could, Honoka had crouched, pushing her shoulders.

「Kya-」

Pinned on the trunk, Aoba’s head crashed, letting out a scream.

Honoka approached her, touching the hands tied behind her back.

She grabbed Aoba’s narrow index finger――

「Ehhh-ee」

Snap.

The carefree voice and the sound of a finger snapping occurred at the same time.

A short interval later, Aoba’s scream pierced the night sky. When Honoka released her hand, Aoba’s index finger was visibly bent in what was an ordinarily impossible direction.

「Hmmm, sorta doesn’t seem good enough. Think I’ll go for another oneee」

「Maybe you could use zis?」

Chan Suu said, holding out a gun to Honoka. It was a small model that fit snugly in the palm of the hand but it was unmistakably the real deal.

「Wonder what I should dooo」

「Stop it you two」

Tsukumo halted them with a quiet voice.

「Kaaay」

「I understand」

「Haku, treat her」

「Treat this garbage?」

「Even she has mothers, you know」

「Yes yes, I understand. It’s always that isn’t it」

While complaining discontentedly, she drew close to Aoba, applying treatment just as she was told.

「Well of course, a girl who has a mother, basically means that she’s a box filled with the possibilities of mother daughter bowl. If we let her live then the chances of becoming my mother daughter bowl increase to fifty percent, and if we killed off one of them then it becomes zero, y’know?」

「Although I think that even if they’re hurt a bit they can still become a mother daughter bowl?」

「You don’t get it man, hurting them isn’t really the issue. It’s just that it’s best for me to do it. For example hmm……like Chan Suu」

「You mean zis?」

She said rolling up her clothing. There was a small tattoo labeled『Tsukumo』.

「Yeah yeah that thing. Attaching it to mother and daughter at the same time in this fashion is definitely good」

「Mother was『Saekusa』.Honestly that vould ‘ave been better」

「Why’s thaaat?」

「I ‘ear that in zis country zere is a special meaning in receiving a surname」

「Ohhh that’s very truuue」

「It’s difficult isn’t it, all that」

「Not at all」

Tsukumo exaggeratingly shrugged his shoulders, afterwards turning back to Aoba.

Crouching, he peered straight in from the side of Haku who was applying treatment.

「It’s truly a disappointment, that your mothers didn’t all come」

Aoba trembled.

The peering Tsukumo’s eyes were scary. These were the eyes that she had encountered before in her life.

Madness.

That vocabulary ran through her head.

She felt madness, not just from Tsukumo but from everyone here.

Fear assaulted Aoba.

（Natsuno-kun……）

Hoping against hope, Aoba called the boy’s name in her heart.