The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

However, Tachibana Sherry was always very clear that her perception was different from that of other normal people.

It's right to care, it's right to not want him to die carelessly, and it's right to make him cherish his life more.

why?

This question has remained unanswered to this day.

At the time, Tachibana Sherry didn't delve too deeply into this issue, nor did she try to understand it in a pedantic way.

But now.

I don't know why, maybe it's because I've confided in him, maybe it's because I've heard so much, or maybe it's just because the days of casually chatting with him are over.

Something has been filled in.

Something is starting to notice.

Something was telling her something.

It seems like things really shouldn't be like this.

This person should cherish themselves more.

It's as if I'm starting to understand this idea.

Shirley didn't know about the others, but she wanted him to realize how precious his life was.

"..." Hoshino Utsunomiya was speechless.

He cannot agree with what Tachibana Sherry said.

But if one doesn't agree, it seems his words will also be overturned.

...Let them overthrow it then.

“No, that’s not how it is.” Taking a deep breath, Hoshino Utsunomiya shook his head: “Human life is fragile, and people can die easily, but human death cannot be considered a trivial matter.”

"On the contrary, perhaps it is precisely because life is fragile that it needs to be taken seriously."

He glanced at Shirley Tachibana, then looked down at her small hands.

“It will hurt a lot,” he said.

"The feeling of being strangled, suffocation, blood not flowing upwards, a buzzing in the head, a gradual blurring of consciousness, that feeling of not being able to breathe, that smell of the trachea burning."

"The feeling of being stabbed to death, the blade piercing my chest, my trembling hand constantly moving the knife, the tearing sensation, the stinging pain, the bleeding, and the feeling of blood spreading from my chest to other organs."

"The feeling of dying from blood loss—"

The words describing the feeling of dying were blocked.

Shirley Tachibana raised her hand and covered his lips with her small hand.

"—Don't say it anymore," she said.

With her lower lip slightly bitten and her eyes subtly gleaming, Tachibana Sherry's expression was surprisingly serious.

"I won't allow you to say that."

The reality of death becomes real through his personal description.

Hate.

dislike.

I don't want to hear this kind of thing.

"If you're in pain, don't die; if you need to take things seriously, then take care of yourself first."

She loosened her grip on her lips and teeth, and seeing that Hoshino Utsunomiya didn't continue speaking, Sherry Tachibana finally smiled.

"Alright, alright, let's talk about something lighthearted!" Tachibana Sherry chuckled, gently patting Hoshino Utsunomiya's body with her hands. "How many people has Hoshino liked so far?"

She should have continued to investigate further.

She should have talked to him more.

But... in the end, she was still somewhat afraid.

I don't want to see him describe his death.

I don't want to see him so indifferent to his own death.

She didn't want to see him acting like this, yet still being incredibly considerate of her feelings.

I hate it.

I also hate myself for trying to be gentle and fake smiling at this moment.

"..."

The interrupting voice, followed by a new question.

Hoshino Utsunomiya would probably answer the question subconsciously, and then the topic would be dropped.

"Ten, I guess." He answered the question, but didn't let Shirley off the hook: "But now it should be eleven."

The moment Tachibana Sherry loosened her feigned embrace, he proactively pulled her body towards him and gently, formally, hugged her.

This sentence is actually like a confession.

Rather than saying it was a confession, it should be described as a declaration of love.

"So isn't this actually quite human-like?" he said.

Soft words echoed in her ears, and with a sigh, Hoshino Utsunomiya continued to speak.

"I know, I understand."

“Ignoring death is problematic. It’s about excessively dividing your emotions into categories, forcing yourself to like more people, and even seemingly liking everyone.”

"Doesn't look very human."

He paused slightly, then tightened his grip on the girl's arms, placing his hands on her shoulders.

Actually, Tachibana Sherry's figure was surprisingly petite; more accurately, she was the type that perfectly fit the definition of a young girl.

It's just that her excessive energy and great strength make it easy for people to overlook her girlish nature.

"Well......"

Shirley Tachibana did not resist.

“But it’s okay.” Hoshino Utsunomiya loosened his embrace, but was immediately hugged back by Sherry Tachibana.

“It’s related,” she said.

“…” Hoshino Utsunomiya was stunned.

Sherry Tachibana is the type who will hug him unexpectedly.

He has hugged young girls before, too.

When they were trying to like each other, when they were trying to create a romantic feeling, they had already tried a simple hug.

In the end, however, they maintained the proper distance between them as friends.

But today's hug was clearly not that kind of thing.

It wasn't a sudden whim.

She did genuinely begin to care.

The little head buried in my chest could hardly resist the embrace.

Hoshino Utsunomiya let the girl hug him and intended to continue speaking about what he hadn't fully sorted out in his mind.

“But I have already desecrated emotions to this extent, so there is no need to look back and feel overly guilty about it now.”

"If you want to be a scumbag, then be honest and upright."

Hoshino Utsunomiya slightly spread her arms.

“Not this.” Tachibana Sherry raised her head. “Don’t try to fool me and change the subject.”

"The great detective is able to detect it."

The topic she wanted to change was overshadowed by the confession, and the girl's heart stirred slightly.

A disguised confession; the number of people who fall in love increases or decreases.

She should be happy.

Especially the word of approval he whispered in my ear.

His light laughter revealed his enjoyment.

brisk.

He simply chose to steer the conversation back on track, rather than going along with his own wishes and tacitly avoiding the topic.

She should still be happy.

I should be sad again.

It feels so awkward.

How annoying.

The clear awareness of one's own inhumanity is also so distressing.

For a fleeting moment, I seemed to understand how he would feel when I jokingly told him that I might not be normal.

The worst thing to do is to be self-centered and consider yourself as inhuman.

Whether he's a scumbag or not is completely irrelevant.

Whether or not it is blasphemous or not is completely unimportant.

None of the girls present cared about such things.

Including Saeki Miria.

That also includes her, Tachibana Sherry.

"If Hoshino continues to brush me off," she looked up at Hoshino Utsunomiya's face, then loosened her embrace slightly.

Then, she suddenly bent down, turned her hand to the side, and picked up Utsunomiya Hoshino by the waist.