The 'base' was in a busy area of Tokyo.
It was still early in the morning and there were still pedestrians on the streets, Ichijō Mirai avoided them and circled around a bit, into a deserted alley, "You surprised me a bit."
It's not just the fact that he didn't hesitate to shoot, but also the fact that he shared his home.
Even if it wasn't a home with parents, siblings or a loved one, but just a rented house, when Morofushi Hiromitsu used the word 'home', it meant that he considered it his home as well.
It's amazing that he's willing to take other people there.
If it were Ichijō Mirai, he wouldn't take anyone else to his home.
Morofushi Hiromitsu replied, "Don't I always surprise you?"
Ichijō Mirai glanced over, "But I'm not always surprised."
There were some surprises, and there were some not so surprises.
For example, this guy looks like he's got a good temper, but he's actually very calm, not all white, but white dumplings stuffed with sesame seeds.
When he hears the private secrets of his classmates, he pretends not to know. When Ichijō Mirai reveals his unknown past, he will not be kidnapped and will naturally tell a lie without being kidnapped. He stays in the archive room and searches through Ichijō Mirai's files.
He also emphasized the pronunciation of 'borrow'.
"You're not surprised because some of the things I do are in line with normal human behavior and my character?"
Morofushi Hiromitsu smiled, "If that's the case, you've always surprised me, both before, and tonight, and I guess in the future as well."
He inquired, "Tonight, are you surprised, or not?"
and explained to himself, "I was surprised when you didn't hesitate to shoot."
Because Morofushi Hiromitsu's red paint residue, the large swaths of red around his sleeves, and the sniper rifle were so conspicuous that Ichijō Mirai tried to walk in as many deserted places as possible, as any pedestrian he encountered would be greeted with fear and trepidation.
But there were places that were always sporadically occupied, so they stopped and waited for a moment, as if they were waiting for a traffic light, for an unoccupied shot.
Ichijō Mirai casually asks, "Why are you surprised?"
"I'm the one who should be surprised."
"I didn't realize you were so young that you had such a strong belief in 'Satan' that you couldn't wait to meet him in hell."
That's a fairly accurate statement, especially in light of the fact that Morofushi Hiromitsu looked at Ichijō Mirai instead when he fired.
To shoot without hesitation is either to be resolute and have no fear of death, to have fired paint bullets many times before and be prepared, or to have a somewhat light heart.
Date Wataru is the former, but Morofushi Hiromitsu is the latter.
Considering the experience, Ichijō Mirai understood.
"I guess we were both surprised by the same thing," Morofushi Hiromitsu said with a smile, "'such a clean shot'."
"I was surprised that you walked all the way over there, picked up that gun with such precision of aim that you didn't hesitate to fire before you were even completely on your feet."
"But that's not the only thing that surprised me..."
He pondered for a moment, his smile a little hesitant, as if he was considering something, but eventually spoke up: "After my parents died, I had a very special state,"
"During that period of time I could not speak, and the whole world seems to have a thin, but incredibly hard glass cover, all the things I see, all the sounds I hear, are a little blurred, as if."
On the street, when the unoccupied air shot finally appeared, Morofushi Hiromitsu stepped out, pausing obediently, and only after leaving the area did he add, "It's as if, this world isn't real."
It was because of the suddenness of the accident.
Obviously, just now and parents are happy to eat together, but in the blink of an eye, parents have been killed, from the child with a family down to the so-called 'survivor'.
It's like heaven one minute and hell the next, and it's such a split that for a long time Morofushi Hiromitsu was in a state of detachment, sleepwalking, feeling that the whole world was unreal, and his feedback and emotional feedback from the outside world was slowed down a great deal.
It's hard for anyone who hasn't experienced this to understand.
"It was like a dream for a while, and it wasn't until long after I woke up that I looked back and realized with little clarity that I had been like that," Morofushi Hiromitsu said, 'I thought that you,' he paused for a moment.
He paused, "You're just like me."
As he spoke, he was looking at Ichijō Mirai.
There were a few more people in the street in front of him, and Ichijō Mirai was waiting for them to pass, sniffing and casually glancing at Morofushi Hiromitsu, noticing his eyes.
In the half-darkened street, Morofushi Hiromitsu's eyes looked like dull glass beads, shallow, as if some kind of liquor was brewing, and somewhat dangerous.
Ichijō Mirai: "We're different."
The words were serious, not about the game, not about his experiences, even without 'Ichijō Mirai', without the game, he would have said so, but felt that Morofushi Hiromitsu probably wouldn't understand.
However, Morofushi Hiromitsu strangely understood what Ichijō Mirai meant, "No one is exactly the same, of course we're different."
He couldn't help but smile, "It's just that, I thought you were someone who came out of that nightmare, that's why you were so,"
"...different from normal people."
Ichijō Mirai could only be described as 'different from normal'.
"So you don't care about anyone, anything, or the world, as if whatever happens has nothing to do with you," Morofushi Hiromitsu raised an eyebrow, "What would you do if a car suddenly came across the street while you were just crossing and accidentally killed me?"
It's simple: take revenge, read the file.
Ichijō Mirai would be so upset that the person he was talking to was killed before the conversation was over that he would impatiently kill the guy, read the file, change the road, and let the conversation continue.
Morofushi Hiromitsu said, "You will avenge me,"
"But," He said slowly, in a gentle tone, "you will not be saddened by my death,"
"To avenge my death would already be a sign of great concern to you, whether the vengeance be because 'someone you know has died,' or because 'the blood was spilled and you were unhappy,' or because 'the conversation was not suspended by you and me, but by an off-site factor, and you would not allow it.'"
"You will avenge me immediately,"
"Mirai-san," Morofushi Hiromitsu paused, calling out Ichijō Mirai once more, "Mirai."
His tone grew gentler, as if he were a friend, as if he were a brother, as if he were a senior to a junior.
The pace of his speech was not staccato, but it was slow.
Morofushi Hiromitsu said slowly, "But the first reaction of a normal person is disbelief,"
"The second reaction is sadness."
"The third reaction is anger, despair, or something else."
"Followed by actions dictated by a mixture of emotions: calling emergency services, the police,"
"...or revenge."