Mori Chef's self-cultivation

"Rin Taro—?!" The blond beauty who was affected by the synchronization looked back anxiously, but before she could see the situation on the other side, she was swept away by a blow from the blond Lolita, and hit a nearby street lamp hard, and couldn't help but scream. A groan of pain.

Probably because the creator was in poor condition, her body also became somewhat transparent, as if it would dissipate at any time, and her combat power was extremely reduced.

"It's not time for you to rest yet!" The petite supernatural body chasing after the victory did not give her time to rest and recuperate, and immediately rushed over with a huge syringe, forcing her to support her injured body to continue. fighting.

On the other side, the black-haired man instinctively covered his injured chest, but blood still gushed out from between his fingers, winding down the back of his hand, swimming like bright red snakes. It moved until it reached the ground before converging into a shocking puddle of blood.

The shot obviously pierced through the artery, so the blood loss was extremely fast, and it was impossible to slow down the flow by pressing like ordinary wounds.

"Huh, huh..."

Even after suffering such a serious trauma, his expression was still calm, at most, his breathing was aggravated, and his speech had a slightly unnatural staccato, "Ha... It was really, not a good blow. Xiao She , don't show such an expression, it will become, uncute."

"..." The little guy who was being teased by him seemed to have lost his usual eloquence, and instead of opening his mouth to answer, he moved quickly to give him a rescue buff.

The golden light representing the healing property gradually emerged and diffused from the body of the pink-haired Masamune.

Compared with the dazzling sunshine, this is more like a soft mist, wrapping the object in need of treatment in a gentle way, and nourishing the damaged body.

It was the first time that Kurihara used the ability of the [Priest] job outside of the survival game. Even Mr. Dean, who brought him out of the dark memory and returned to normal life, had only heard of it from him. It was a vague description, and I didn't really experience it. I couldn't help but slightly opened my eyes wide at the moment.

The younger Mori Ogai, who used to be a military doctor, has seen similar scenes.

In order to carry out his own "Undead Legion" plan, he brought a little girl with near-resurrection ability and Akiko Yosano to Everdark Island, and when he forced her to heal the dying soldiers time and time again, he admired similar scene.

Perhaps for others, when the perfect healing technique is applied in battle, the human beings who are severely damaged both physically and mentally are constantly repaired, and sent back to the front line to fight like death, they will never be able to usher in the moment of relief , is a cruel place far beyond hell.

But in his eyes, nothing is more important than the result. If you don’t want Japan to become a defeated country, you have to sacrifice your ego and strive for the last chance of life. Therefore, calling this process the glory of life blooming should also be It was perfectly appropriate—it was a pity that no one but him could understand the beauty of it.

He is not a fighting maniac, nor is he a sadist, just an ambitious man who yearns for the best solution.

And at this moment, he is once again convinced that his plans and ideas are completely correct, but the result of his pursuit is very different from that of the past...

"The mortal wound cannot be healed by relying on your supernatural power alone."

He was very aware that the principle of the person in front of him was different from Akiko's "Please don't die" back then, so he slowly squatted down, keeping the height parallel to the line of sight of the pink-haired Masata, and raised his hand to stroke the opponent's eyebrows With the traces of wrinkled tightly, she chuckled and sighed: "So, don't waste any more time, how about talking to me more?"

"...Mr. Mori, don't play with me with your own life." Kurihara Wataru, who had been silent since he was injured, clenched his teeth, making each syllable carry a heavy sense of power, as if to It turned into substance and pressed hard on the hearts of the audience, correcting the overly relaxed atmosphere.

If he hadn't watched Mr. Dean get shot and checked the depth of the wound himself, he might have mistakenly thought that the other party was just playing with him and had prepared a blood bag in advance just to listen to the light speech. Fool.

But he knew very well that the situation had become quite serious.

So he couldn't help looking at the source of the shooting, and seeing the calm smile on the familiar face that was exactly the same as the man beside him, he became more and more anxious, and raised his voice and asked: "Didn't you promise me to Did you let him go, why did you suddenly renege on your promise?"

"Mr. She, I think you got the order wrong."

First of all, the gentleman didn't have any guilty conscience, but he spread his hands as if feeling a little wronged, and explained helplessly: "First of all, I want you to come back to my side, and promise that you will never get entangled with him again. It can only be established. And obviously, he has no intention of letting go—"

As he spoke, the smile mark on his lips deepened a bit, extending a thin and cool arc.

"—How can I trust you? Compared with verbal guarantees, I still believe in the fruits of victory that I plucked with my own hands. Mr. She, you should understand, right?"

The pink-haired "Lolita" whom he called affectionately pursed her lips, and didn't find a word of response immediately.

That's right, "she" should be clearer than anyone else, what a terrible rationality the leader of the port mafia is made of, and instead of believing in illusory variables, it is better to promote the desired ending by herself - even if the process is not very beautiful , It is easy to cause a serious psychological shadow on people, but thinking about the gains afterwards, he feels that there is nothing to care about.

Because Kurihara couldn't leave "Mori Ogai", rather than being a fanatical lover, it would be more accurate to give the definition of "trapped in a different kind of prison for life".

He just needs a "Mr. Mori".

Although he may not have realized it himself, when he came to a parallel time and space and lived on the so-called meal replacement, he had already exposed the biggest loophole in his emotional world—in any case, he had to find a place for his anxiety Even if it is not the Mr. Mori that I am familiar with, it can temporarily soothe the soul and obtain a sense of satisfaction.

In other words, once he lost his original direction, he had to put his original emotions on another Mori Ogai to fill the endless longing in his heart.

——That's right, making yourself the only thing the other party needs is the optimal solution this time.

Although it is strange that he succeeded too easily, first of all, Mr. Zhang’s good mood has not deteriorated because of this, and he even looked at the little guy who had suffered a big shock with his eyes that could see through everything, and continued to act like he was considerate but cruel. Speech: "Since you understand what I mean, say goodbye to him well."

"...Aren't you afraid that I will retaliate in the future?" It is obviously a very bad experience to be pinched by someone's weakness. Seeing how "understanding" he is, Kurihara was so angry that he laughed, and almost couldn't control himself and beat him to the ground impulse.

But judging from the force value of the positive body, there is no possibility of defeating the loli version of Alice, let alone a hair of the perpetrator behind her.

So instead of wasting time doing useless work, it is indeed better to cherish the present time.

"Sure enough, if you do too many bad things, you will get retribution..."

He killed too many people with his own hands. He should have looked down on life and death a long time ago and acted more calmly. However, his brain, which was eroded by the long-lost sense of powerlessness, was not up to date, and it kept flooding with sour emotions, so he even laughed at himself. He murmured and trembled uncontrollably, "No matter which Mr. Mori, he loves to torture people just the same. It's really a terrible habit..."

"I'm listening, it's too hurtful."

Mr. Dean, who held his shoulder with one hand, couldn't help but smile wryly, with a pitiful look of being murdered, as if the ever-approaching shadow of death did not exist, he simply let go of his hand covering his chest, and put him Gently embracing each other, sharing the bloody smell floating around each other at the moment.

In TV dramas, before the hero and heroine are about to die, they always want to leave the best side for their loved ones, and say a few words such as "You have to live well" or "Remember to find someone who loves you more for the rest of your life" and so on. Sad lines, but replaced by Mori Ogai, it is the opposite picture.

After all, he will always be a complete egoist.

He seems to have stained the clothes of the person in his arms with blood on purpose, so that the other person can completely immerse himself in his own temperature and smell, and then pressed his chin against the little guy's thin shoulders, leaning close to his ear and whispering: "Whenever , no matter what happens, no matter what kind of situation you fall into, you can’t forget me. Xiao She, you should be able to do it, right?”

"……Um."

"Good boy."

Hearing the muffled reply from his arms, the man praised softly in a loving tone, and at the next moment he made an even more "excessive" request: "Look up, look into my eyes, repeat again, I want Hear it from your own mouth."

On weekdays, he would never be so straightforward, but enjoys watching felines want to eat but not get anxious, but the elderly who are full of control know best what to do at critical moments Appropriate, at this moment, he was as strong as if his roles had been reversed, easily suppressing the usual daring idiot.

The distraught Kurihara was still struggling to resist, so he naturally raised his face according to his intentions, and muttered softly with red eyes: "How could I forget you, it's too heartless... Really, I have even thought about how to revive you!"

Mr. Dean who was suddenly choked: "..."

——When people are still alive, they start to think about the funeral, as expected of you.

It should be regarded as a routine operation for heart players not to play cards according to the routine.

The scene where the other party was crying and pear blossoms raining affectionate confession was clearly a vain, but he was not discouraged, and then he held the pink-haired Zhengtai's slightly baby-fat cheeks with his blood-stained hands, and said with a dumbfounded smile: " It really fits Xiaoshe's style, so, goodbye..."

The body that was propped up finally collapsed in an instant, and fell down heavily and silently like a toppled mountain.

Kurihara only felt a few greasy wet marks dragging on his cheeks, and lost the heat due to the sliding movement of the person in front of him, and was blown by the wind, almost chilling into the bone marrow, hooking his long-enduring trembling together Exploding to the inside, especially tormenting the nerves.

"Mr. Dean..."

At first it was an inaudible murmur, as if afraid of disturbing the fragile dream, even breathing lightly.

Immediately afterwards, probably when he really realized that the other party could no longer respond to him, subtle cracks appeared in the hard-won psychological defense line, and then continued to expand, echoing with the deafening sound of collapse.

Something has been ripped out from the bottom of my heart.

His life was once filled with darkness, and the precious things that were finally transformed into precious things will no longer exist now, turning into an empty canyon.

A strange feeling of heat filled the eye sockets, blurred his vision, and covered the scene in front of him with a layer of transparent ripples, as if looking at the outside world through inferior glass, with a very unreal feeling. Crystal shaking, and finally shattered into countless pieces.

"Mr. Dean? Dean, sir...Mr. Dean!"

Maybe he didn't know that he had changed from hesitation at the beginning to continuous calling, his voice was no longer crisp, but had a torn hoarse texture, sounding like a crying baby bird, repeating the same words tirelessly. The syllables will not stop until the moment of weeping blood.

He hugged the man who was far taller than him, and fumbled with his fingers randomly, but the rescue buff that was always on dimmed, proving that it had no effect at all.

——It doesn't matter, with the help of "Book", Mr. Dean can definitely be saved...!

"It's so pitiful, Mr. She."

The little blond-haired loli, who had ended a fierce battle, took tireless and light steps, shortened the distance with him little by little, and finally stood still, looking down at his embarrassing appearance holding the corpse tightly, a pair of bright blue eyes There is a sense of pity in the eyes that is the same as that of the previous maker.

"Don't think too much, just sleep well and act as if nothing happened. After waking up from the dream, you are still my favorite meow——"

Accompanied by her sweet comforting sound, a hand knife fell with precision, hitting Kurihara Tsubasa on the side of the neck.

Darkness comes.