My youth story cannot be a knight war

61. Therefore, Yukinoshita Yukino went to the appointment instead (two in one)

【Saitama Prefecture, Japan.】

【07:35 AM 】

[“Hey~ whoosh!”]

[Hiratsuka Shizuka threw her backpack into the trunk of her beloved car, then patted her aching back with her hands, with a grin on her face.]

[“My back is so sore… Tsk, is it really because of my age? Retiring early doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”]

[Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed, lowered the trunk lid, twisted her waist and walked to the driver's seat, opened the door, got in and fastened her seat belt.]

[She pressed the button on the garage door remote control. As the car door gradually lifted and the sunlight came in from the window, she felt a little uncomfortable and put on the sunglasses placed in front of the steering wheel. Behind the black lenses, her eyes, which were tired and dark-rimmed from not sleeping all night, squinted slightly as she looked at the weakened and slightly brighter sunlight.]

【boom--】

【When the garage door was fully raised, this series of vehicles, known as the "Little Fire Dragon", emitted a powerful roar, and the tailpipe spurted out white hot air with flames and roared out of the garage. With a drifting skill that was as perfect as that of a professional racing driver, it turned into the road and drove forward in the stunned sight of passers-by. The wind pressure caused by the speeding car body almost broke a weed growing beside the road, leaving a red afterimage and rising exhaust in the eyes of the onlookers until it could no longer be seen.】

[The blood-red Aston Martin was speeding on the road in Saitama Prefecture, heading towards Chiba Prefecture. The high speed caused a strong wind to blow from the front, blowing through the streamlined body of the roofless sports car and also blowing up the long black hair of Shizuka Hiratsuka who was sitting in the driver's seat.

[The black and shiny hair drifted in the air behind her like flowing black silk, and Hiratsuka Shizuku even held the steering wheel with one hand and the other on the car door, with an unlit cigarette in her mouth.]

[Although she is nearly 40 years old, her proficiency in racing and her relaxed demeanor make people mistake her for a working racing driver. She is so cool that it makes people shudder.]

[Feeling the cold wind blowing across her cheeks, Shizuka Hiratsuka remained calm and skillfully used one hand to control the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator to overtake the cars in front of her one after another. Not only did the speed not slow down, but it was gradually increasing. This Aston Martin also turned into a veritable "little fire dragon" on this highway. The figure of the car galloping was like a fire dragon spreading its wings and soaring in the low sky.]

[After crossing a high slope, an endless long road came into Shizuka Hiratsuka's sight. The scorching sun was high in the sky, shining on this seemingly endless long road. The remaining fog in the early morning filled the second half of the road, as if a layer of fog had covered the destination she was going to.]

【Zaimokuza...】

[Hiratsuka Shizuka drove into a tunnel ahead, and a hint of reminiscence flashed in her eyes behind her sunglasses.]

[Will you come? Do you still remember our agreement? ]

[But I...have forgotten what our agreement was. ]

"Oh, so handsome!!!"

Watching Hiratsuka Shizuka in the video racing as if she was in an empty space, just like Zhao Yun saving A Dou on the long slope, and her long black hair floating in the air, many women in the world with abnormal sexual orientation were completely attracted to her. Many of them covered their chests with their hands and their faces turned red, as if they were shot in the heart by Cupid's arrow.

"Onee-sama! So cool! COOL!!!"

"Hiratsuka-sensei, I want to give birth to your child!"

Perhaps in a sense, Shizuka Hiratsuka is a heroine who mistakenly got the male protagonist's script at the beginning of her life. It is precisely because the script was wrong from the beginning that her life is so tragic.

[Ibaraki Prefecture, in Ishita Town. 】

【07:57 AM 】

[“Wow!?”]

[A truck waiting for the Shinkansen to pass was suddenly shaken violently by the impact from the rear compartment. The truck driver was shaken so much that he threw the idol swimsuit photo album he had just opened in his hand. If he hadn't been wearing a seat belt, he would have almost hit the windshield.]

【boom! 】

[Just as the driver slumped in his seat, in doubt, there was another violent collision in the back of the car. This time, the entire truck was shaking and was about to topple over at any moment.]

“What the hell is going on?! Is there a chain reaction going on—guuuu!?”

[Just as the driver unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door to get out of the car to check, a hand with five thick fingers just grabbed the driver's neck, which was exposed after he opened the car door. He was dragged out of the driver's seat with one hand, weighing at least 150 kilograms, as if he was dragging a chicken. The fierce force of the five fingers directly penetrated the skin and flesh and pinched the throat, causing the driver to scream in pain.]

[“Uh—Ugh!”]

[He was strangled and lacked oxygen, so his face quickly turned blue, and his eyes were bloodshot. He glanced down and saw a burly man with a violent face looking at him.]

【“The thirteenth.”】

Zain stared at Linduo, who was struggling hard in front of him. A ferocious arc appeared at the corner of his mouth on his indifferent face. Then, under the driver's horrified gaze, he twisted his body and changed his shape.

A sharp golden horn finally extended from his forehead. Zain, now in Gurongi form, used his orange eyes to record the driver's fearful gaze in his heart. He slowly lowered his head, aiming the long, cold horn at the driver's chest.

[The next moment, the long horn suddenly rushed forward! ]

[“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”]

【boom! 】

[With a terrible wail, a blood-stained golden horn pierced through the driver's door of the truck and extended into the car. Bright red blood flowed along the end of the horn that pierced the door toward the tip of the horn, and then dripped down.]

【Tick.】

[Bright blood drops dripped onto the magazine that fell on the cushion inside the car. On the page of the magazine, a small blood flower bloomed on the chest of the heroine, the swimsuit photo of the popular actress Mai Sakurajima, adding a hint of forbidden charm and temptation to Mai Sakurajima in the swimsuit.]

……

【Tokyo City, on the road to Chiba Prefecture. 】

[Zaimokuza drove the Triangle Pursuit 2000 on a small road surrounded by mountains. His eyes under the helmet were staring at the endless road in front of him, which seemed to go straight to the end of the world. A happy smile hung on the corners of his mouth.]

[Hiratsuka-sensei, I'm coming now, please wait for me! ]

[Beep, beep, beep——]

【“!?”】

[At this moment, a rapid sound interrupted Zaimokuza's thoughts. Hearing this familiar voice, his face changed and he immediately pressed the brake. The Triangle Chaser 2000 made a smooth drift on this road, leaving a clearly visible track on the concrete road.]

[“Hey! This is Zaimokuza.”]

[Zaimokuza stopped the Triangle Chaser 2000 and looked at the motorcycle's built-in communication device that kept ringing in front of the seat. His pupils couldn't help but shrink. With a bad premonition in his heart, he reached out and pressed the red communication button on the communicator and said in a deep voice.]

【“Zaimokuza, where are you now?”】

[The familiar voice coming from the communication device made Zaimokuza subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief, and he lowered his head and responded to the communicator with some relief. ]

[“Mr. Kosaka, I’m on the road from Tokyo to Chiba Prefecture. I think I’m near Yotsukaido City. Did anything happen?”]

[“Yonkaido City? That’s right on the way!”]

[“Listen, unidentified life form No. 22 has appeared.”]

[The news that Kousaka Kyousuke said through the communicator made Zaimokuza's heart sink to the bottom. The uneasy premonition in his heart just now was completely fulfilled. ]

[It happened at this very moment...! ]

【"call--"】

【Zaimokuza clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes full of struggle, but after a few seconds he took a deep breath, and then made his choice with a firm look in his eyes.】

[“Mr. Kosaka, where is number 22 now?”]

[“On the road from Ibaraki Prefecture to Chiba Prefecture, that guy knocked down a group of police officers who wanted to stop him from committing a crime under a bridge in Kawachi-machi not long ago and left. I am here now.”]

[On the other end of the line, Kousaka Kyosuke held a communicator taken from an overturned police car in his blood-stained palm, and with his other hand he held a piece of white cloth and pressed it against the chest wound of a bloody policeman beside him. However, a large amount of blood continued to flow out from the horrific penetrating wound on his chest, completely staining the white cloth red, and his mouth kept spewing out blood that was almost black, as well as fragments of internal organs.]

[There is no need for a professional doctor to examine the injury. With his years of experience in handling cases, Kousaka Kyosuke can tell that, judging by the amount and speed of bleeding, as well as the severity of the injury, this policeman is beyond help even by gods.]

[“Tsk!”]

[He gritted his teeth unwillingly and spoke anxiously to Zaimokuza on the other end of the communicator.]

[“I just received a message from the investigation headquarters. No. 22 is passing through Yachimata City and heading towards Togane City. He has been committing various attacks along the way. So far, at least more than 40 people have died at the hands of that guy!”]

[“Zaimokuza, you are closest to No. 2000. With the speed of Triangle Tracker , you should be able to get there quickly. Stop it from committing crimes immediately. I will come to support you after I finish dealing with things here!”]

[“Understood! I’ll be there right away!”]

【Zaimokuza's brow furrowed when he heard the number of casualties. He realized that he could no longer hesitate and replied to Kousaka Kyousuke's answer. He immediately hung up the phone and turned the handlebars. The engine of the Triangle Chaser 2000 made a sharp roar like a cheetah and drove towards the direction of Togane City at a speed far exceeding the previous one.】

[Sorry! Mr. Hiratsuka, I'm afraid I'll be late...]

[The surrounding scenery passed by Zaimokuza like a silhouette, and his eyes covered by his helmet were filled with determination.]

[“Hold on! I’ll take you to see… a… doctor…”]

[On the other side, after hanging up the call, Kousaka Kyosuke just turned around and tried to comfort the policeman lying next to him, but his words slowed down as soon as they came out, and his voice became smaller and smaller.]

[The reason is that the policeman no longer spews blood from his mouth, but the pupils in his eyes have completely dilated, and his lifeless eyes stare at the bottom of the bridge, which is damp and covered with mold, as if he wants to see through the obstruction in front of him to see if there is really a heaven above the blue sky.]

[A hand stained with his blood touched the policeman's open eyes. After the palm touched the policeman's eyes, which were still open after death, they closed gently, allowing the policeman who died in the line of duty to rest in peace.]

【“…”】

[Kousaka Kyosuke helped the policeman close his eyes and stood up silently. He turned his head and looked around at the tragic scene. His five fingers on both hands gradually tightened into fists and made a "crunching" sound of bones cracking.]

[Around Kousaka Kyosuke, several overturned and burning police cars were scattered in various corners under the bridge. A dozen blood-stained policemen were lying or leaning on various places. They also had a piercing wound on their chests that was bleeding continuously. The blood had accumulated under their bodies into a small pool of blood.]

[“——Damn it!!!”]

【boom! 】

[Kousaka Kyosuke punched the overturned door of the police car behind him. His physique and strength, which were already strong compared to humans, were driven by anger and he actually punched a deep dent in the door.]

[When his fist left, a fist mark with blood and five fingers was clearly visible in the center of the depression.]

【Tokyo, Jonan University, Research Laboratory. 】

【"阳の満ちるこの部屋～そっとトキをwaitingつよ～気づけば overlooking the でViewing めてるBox～同じ目线は无く～いつしか心はwhite opaque——"]

【"Um?"】

[Yukino Yukinoshita, who was sitting in front of her computer translating the inscriptions newly excavated from the Kuroyama ruins in Nagano Prefecture, was attracted by the ringing of her cell phone in her skirt pocket and reached out to take out her cell phone. ]

【“Zaimokuza-san?”】

[Yukino Yukinoshita looked a little surprised when she saw the name "Zaimokuza Yoshiki" displayed on the phone screen. This guy who always liked to come here directly would actually call her on his own initiative? ]

[Without thinking too much, she answered the call directly, put the phone to her ear and started talking.]

【"Hello--"】

[“Buler! Are you free now!?”]

[As a result, Yukinoshita Yukino had just opened her lips to utter the first word when Zaimokuza's hurried voice came from the other end, interrupting what she was about to say. The anxiety in his tone gave her a bad feeling, so she immediately changed her tone and spoke calmly.]

[“I’m free, Zaimokuza-san, what happened?”]

[“Minister, the unconfirmed life form No. 22 has appeared. I am now preparing to stop it from committing a crime!”]

[Zaimokuza's words made Yukinoshita Yukino's soft hands clench subconsciously. She frowned and asked with a somewhat uneasy look in her eyes.]

[“Then why did you call me? I can’t give you any help in the battle except translating the inscriptions excavated from the Jiulangyue ruins.”]

[“Minister, I don’t have time to explain to you now. I need you to do me a favor!”]

[Zaimokuza parked the Triangle Tracker 2000 on the side of a small road and walked back and forth anxiously while making a phone call, looking up from time to time in the direction of Togane City in the distance.]

[“Captain! I want you to go to Sobu High School, to the old Service Club classroom, and meet Mr. Hiratsuka there on my behalf!”]

[“Sobu High School… Service Club… Hiratsuka-sensei?”]

[The words spoken by Zaimokuza on the other side of the phone were transmitted to the ears of Yukinoshita Yukino, who was thousands of miles away, through the telecommunications signal. Hearing these familiar yet strange words, Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes became somewhat dazed and at a loss at this moment.]

[“Zaimokuza-san, why are you——”]

[“Busan, I don’t have time to explain to you right now! Now I can only ask you to go there on my behalf and fulfill my promise to Mr. Hirazuka. Please!”]

[“Wait! Zaimokuza-san!?”]

【dudududu...】

[Listening to the call disconnection sound coming from the phone, Yukinoshita Yukino slowly raised the phone from her ear to her eyes, staring at the dark screen with a blank look in her eyes. ]

[She felt the sea of ​​memory deep in her heart surging at this moment, and countless past memories floated up from the deep sea like bubbles, and shattered when they reached the surface of the sea.]

[Each of those burst bubbles contained a fragment of memory. When those fragmented fragments came together, they became three words that summarized all the emerging memories.]

【Sobu High School. 】

【“…”】

[Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes turned to her desk again, but she didn't look at the computer screen showing the inscription, but at a photo frame next to it. ]

[The photo frame contains the only group photo of all the members of the Service Club.]

[Looking at the photo, Yukinoshita Yukino opened and closed her mouth a few times, but found that she couldn't say anything. All the words that came to her mouth seemed to be stuck in her throat by something invisible, and could not move forward any further.]

[Finally, she bit her moist lips with her shell-white teeth silently, lowered her head deeply, raised her hands and pounded them hard on the desk.]

[Boom~]

[A dull sound like an old tree falling echoed in the laboratory.]