Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

"The residual consciousness of Yoshikage Kira has been wiped out."

"Reward: The World of Ways to Raise Passerby Heroines."

"In the new world, even those who suffer from the Second Second Disease have to fall in love."

……

"Eriri, why don't you say goodbye to the person you like?" Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu asked.

"Because I don't want her to feel perfect. In this case, she may feel regretful. In this case, it may be less easy to forget."

"Now, without you, how do we spend this infinite time?"

Ying Lili looked up to the sky.

"It's not easy. There are so many animations and games. There are ways to pass the time." An Yilun also persuaded.

"It's true, then train everyone to be a Two-dimensional creator, and train a new person every time you come back. In this way, you can enjoy different works every time you come back. First of all , let’s start with you.”

"what do you want to do?"

"Let's play a game together, a game about love, hey, have you ever encountered a fateful encounter?"

Chapter 271 I, the Assassin, Yuta Fukuoka...was maimed

Do you know the sport of parkour?

Taking the environment of daily life as the sports venue, relying on one's own physical ability to quickly, effectively and reliably control any known and unknown sports art.

Yuta Fukashi was a parkour enthusiast when he was in junior high school.

Wearing a black windbreaker with organs tied on his arms and a hood on his head.

The lines I like to say are——

All things are false, all things are permitted.

The ID on the Internet is the Dark Flame Envoy.

The reason why it is called this name is because when I was in middle school, I used to have a secondary illness and liked to play certain delusional roles.

One day by chance, he came into contact with a mysterious organization.

Assassins.

In Roman times it was called Liberty, in the Middle Ages it was called Assassin.It's a mystical sect.

And Fu 樫 Yuta is the modern successor of this sect.

His mentor, who is said to have acquired eagle vision, was most likely a Master Assassin, a Japanese Master Assassin.

Her title is, True Eye of the Evil King.

Today is an important moment when Tomikai Yuta is about to enter high school. He saw the props he had devoted himself to making, as well as the very special windbreaker. These props were provided by his mentor with drawings. He worked so hard It has just been made, and the windbreaker is also very handsome.

He took a breath.

"However, it's no longer necessary. I'm already a high school student. Besides, assassins are of no value."

Once, he was obsessed with the stories of assassins. The ancient assassins opposed the Templars and assassinated various Templar villains.However, in modern society, it is impossible for the Assassin Organization to really kill people, and there will be no members of the Templars in modern society. If there were, it would be the whole world.

After all, what the Temple advocates is order, and what the Assassins pursue is freedom.

In modern society, it is a very orderly society.

Let alone Japan, it is the most 'ordered' country.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone lives in this order.

Even the assassins who wanted to pursue 'freedom' finally decided to return to order.

"In modern society, there are no villains to assassinate, and it is impossible to really engage in assassination activities. There is no need for the existence of assassin organizations. I don't need to be an assassin anymore. The so-called assassin skills are also a little It’s useless to learn things for so long, forget it, from now on, forget everything in the past, start again, and become a normal, ordinary high school student.”

Tomorrow, Tomikai Yuta will be a high school student.

Tonight, he hugged his assassin equipment, ready to throw them away.

While he was thinking this way, he suddenly saw a rope dropped from his balcony.

On the rope, there was a soft sound.

"Claw?"

"How is it possible, think too much, how could an assassin appear at this time, it's just a rope, Yuta Fukuoka, don't think too much."

He poked his head out and saw that the rope led to the upstairs upstairs, and the top seemed to be fixed on the roof.

He looked at the top of the rope. Under the darkness, he couldn't tell if it was the claw or not.

He tugged on the rope, and it was well secured, and, the feeling, gave him the feel of a claw.

He has seen this piece of equipment, although it is only on the blueprint, he has also wanted to make it, but even if it is made, there is no chance of it being useful.

Suddenly, he found that there seemed to be a figure in a white trench coat on the roof.

"No, am I dazzled?"

This time, his curiosity could no longer be suppressed.