[Hunter] Pit apprentices are the foundation of teachers

With those dark eyes, Kuroro seemed to be able to see through Banner's heart.

"What's the matter?" At first, unable to stand such a situation, Baina asked Kurolo.The latter took a while to speak: "Why are you struggling in this world? You don't belong here."

――You don't belong here.

Baina opened her lips slightly, but felt speechless.

Kuroro is right, her experience and values ​​are completely different from theirs, she does not belong here.Just pushing it out "gently" in this way, a feeling of repression of being rejected spread in her heart.

"I have nowhere to go." Baina said in a desperate tone.

Who would want to come to a world like this, where death is revealed in front of it, as if it is deeper than death.

Baina stood up and walked towards Kuroro step by step. Her voice was deep: "We have never been able to choose which world we live in. At the same time, you should also understand that this world needs order."

"Why do we need order?"

Kurolo asked.

Baina stood in front of him, facing his dark eyes, bent down, and supported the wall behind Kuroro with his hands: "Only order can develop civilization, and only order can protect the weak. It's not written like this in your book Is it?"

Kuroro did not answer Baina's question directly, but said: "Order is established by the strong, so who is this order protecting? How many civilizations are imprisoned by order? For order The tragedy of Socrates who was dedicated, Turing who was driven to death by order and religion... I think you should know all about it."

Kuroro, who was born on Meteor Street, is an existence that violates the order. If he followed the so-called order, he should be dead.And Baina, who was born in an ordinary family in a big city, follows the rules and order...the two are completely opposite.

Baina understands what Kuroro said, but her family education and experience tell her that order has always been the iron rule.

Kurolo also knew what Baina meant, but he still couldn't agree.

"What we see is different."

Banner straightened up.

Hands hang down.

Kuroro nodded, rarely agreeing with Baina's words.

"What you see is the hard work of the boss and the waiter, and the attitude of living hard; but what I see is the dirty meat with the name of pigs, cattle and sheep, and it is served on the table with seasoning to cover up the rancid smell."

Order and violation of order exist in the world at the same time, and what different eyes see should be different.

And order exists for the sake of the majority.

Banner nodded.

"Well, that...it's getting late, I'm going to bed."

"Baina." Kuroro suddenly spoke again, looking particularly abrupt in the empty ruins.Baina turned around in surprise, and saw that Kuroro had stood up and stretched out a hand towards her.

"Join the Phantom Troupe, we need...different eyes."

The hand I stretched out this time was not asking myself for a book, but hoping that I could hold her hand back.

However, this time, Baina still did not respond positively.

"I thought, I should think again."

"it is good."

This is within Kuroro's expectation, or...it's more normal this way.

Baina returned to the original corner, sat down, and soon fell asleep.

In the morning, she was awakened by the sound of crows.

Opening his sleepy eyes, what he saw was the deserted ruins.The traces of the Phantom Brigade and the gang have long since disappeared.

Looking around, Baina saw a book lying beside him - "Encyclopedia of the Dark Continent".

When she picked up the book, she found a note under the book. The handwriting was beautiful and neat, like a printed matter. It said: Find me when you think about it, I'll wait for you.

The signature is... Kuroro.

On the back of the note is a string of phone numbers.

Baina scratched her long pink hair and sighed helplessly.

This man is really smart.