Chapter 5
-I week after the battle against the armor
-Marked path-Some part of the kingdom of Azalot.
POV Rin
It's been several days since I've been traveling with Sherlock, and I can say that
he's an interesting person. Sometimes he seems more talkative than usual, but
there was a day when he didn't say a single word and it seemed like he was just
lost in his thoughts, although in general our relationship has improved
considerably since he's more open about conversation and he doesn't respond
with simple, no, okay, I'm going, what? Something that surprises me because in
the conversations we've had you can see a person with a more advanced
language, but I feel that there's still a lot to learn about us. Well, it's not like we
don't have time, since as we move forward it's not like I have much to do apart
from talk.
POV narrator
-Oh, I would like to take a decent bath, I'm tired of bathing in lakes of pure
water, which I can't even take in a relaxed way because of the aguatic creatures!
And I'm not going to bathe in the lake next to us! I recently sawa creature dive in
-the moan is heard by her companion, and she notices that she has a gem in her
hand.
-Me too, Rin, but in all this time we haven't come across a single town or house
that could serve as shelter-the girl smells her jacket and makes a face of disgust
at the smell-. I think... my clothes need cleaning and your armor, once washed
it's full of mud, dirt, and dried monster blood
-she runs a finger over the armor,
seeinga stain of grime on her finger that makes her grimace again.
-And that's not even counting the massive amount of creatures that have been
appearing lately--she hunches in a sign of tiredness, but doesn't let go of the
faintly shining jewel for a momentI don't remember when was the last time I
took off my armor-a deep sigh comes out of her.
-We're going deeper into the mist, it's logical that more beasts would appear-a
statement that she herself dislikes, comes out of her mouth-. I'd like to get some
sleep-Rin is surprised by Sherlock's words, since she has never been a woman to
complain or protest on her trip, although there isn't much to complain about in
this place either.
.Well, do you at least know how many days are left of the trip?-he moves his
metal finger towards her.
-About sixty hours or so, or another way of saying it, two and a half days-this
triggers a curious look in Rin.
For Rin, it was still a mystery how Sherlock knew the direction of the village,
given how difficult it was to follow directions and how annoying it was to
orientate oneself in the fog. Rin herself knows that if she wanted to return to her
kingdom, she would walk in a straight line in the opposite direction, but she
wouldn't be sure where she would stop.
-Hey, how exactly do you know where your summoner is? Is it like you always
feel his presence or like a thread that unites you?He moves his finger forming an imaginary thread.
-Yes, a color that is constantly in my field of vision and that becomes stronger or
weaker as I get closer or further away, but that does not become present whileI
am very close to it. That is why I can measure the distance between us, because I
was constantly calculating it as I moved away from the village.
-I see, I didn't know that the summoning style was so useful.-She herself didn't
have much affinity with that type of magic either, but she didn't have much
interest in knowing it either.
-It is very useful yes, but it is also a problem because those who specialize only
in that style exclusively are too dependent on their summons in fights, but the
good side and what makes the risk worth it is the diversity of skills you can have,
a complete arsenal for different situations is an infallible weapon-both were so
deeply immersed in their conversation, that they completely forgot their
discomfort Hey, every day I see you imbue magic into those jewels? Do they
have an unlimited amount of magic that can be stored?
+
-Mmm--he looks at her carefully while thinking- Well, you see, these magic
jewels allow me to store the mana inside them to use it later, but you already
know that, right?-Integrated question.
-Not really, in my time alive I only knew one magic jeweler, but I was never able
to see them in actionthe memory of that case passes through her mind, the sign
of the four, undoubtedly an interesting experience--.Can you explain to me in a
little more detail how they work?-a serious tone comes out of her.
-Of course-she pauses for a moment trying to think-. Well, you seeSherlock
attends- Magic jewels can be used in two ways, well actually there are more but
the most common are those two, active and passive. The active refers to a direct
attack with the mana that is stored inside, it is usually more feasible when it is
infused with a spell element, for example the battle against the armor used
actively, creating those swirls of air, therefore the gem was infused with wind
magic and was being used actively. And then there is the passive, which is about
absorbing the spell or magic inside the jewel so that the user can use it inside
their body. Healing, anti-poison or empowerment spells, but the most common
method is to use it to absorb and restore one's own magic, always taking care of
overheating in your magic circuits obviously. Look she shows five pockets on her
belt-. In each one I have the jewels divided by class, the ones that are embedded
in magic elemental, those with magic without element, those with more years and
those...it seemed like she wanted to hide that one for some reason-. They are
the... Healing ones! Yes, hahaha!-a nervous laugh came out of her.
-Okay..his voice didn't seem very convinced.
They continue talking when Sherlock, at one point interrupted by Rin's arm, and
is confused she said.
-Is something wrong? -Rin just pointed her finger forward, which was where
Sherlock's gaze then went, who couldn't be happier when he realized what he was
seeing.
-A house! -Sherlock gave off a positive aura.
-It's not just that, look! -he squeezed Sherlock's face and directed it to one side
where there seemed to be a chimney on top of the house.
-You didn't understand?
-The fireplace of that style is used for hot water baths...both look at each other,
a silence falls over the environment.
Both girls enter and come across a nice surprise. The house was perfectly
furnished and had a room, with a broken glass that gave a view of the lake, but
that had a bed in good condition and spacious, a living room with a fireplace and
perfectly furnished, although somewhat dusty, as if the person who lived here just
left suddenly without a trace, a kitchen and finally a bathroom, also spacious, but
not very common in Sherlock's view, since it did not have a bathtub, but rather it
was like a square stone space, with a slight depth and width for three people,
which acted as a bathtub, although for Sherlock it was strange, Rin was not
surprised in the least, since these are the typical bathrooms of the three countries
that include hers. Sherlock grabbed two iron buckets, one for her and one for her
partner. Without having to speak, she gave it to them as a sign to bring water to
fill the mini pool. Several minutes passed until they finished filling it and when
they finished cleaning it, Rin was able to see the water in the bathroom. fill,
Sherlock curiously checked the drawers in front of the bathroom mirror, being
surprised to find things like soap, makeup and other feminine things, incuding
clothes. Which gave him to understand that the former owner of this house was a
woman. There was still a problem, the water was cold, almost like pulling out an
ice floe, so something had to be done.
I know!–The armored girl picked up her sword and placed it on the ground,
which began to infuse a little mana into it and a warm air flooded the entire
bathroom-The fire magic will slowly heat the water. So let's wait outside -her
companion, without answering, listened to her and both of them left for the living
room.
The room was almost deathly silent, but not one of discomfort or anything like
that, it was one of despair. Both girls longed to take a relaxing, refreshing and
restorative shower, but above all, free of aquatic monsters. Since it had been more
than a week since they had done so and their bodies and clothes were totally
dirty. Sherlock watched as Rin entered and left the bathroom several times,
waiting for the answer that it was time. Time passed and the last time Rin came
out, her face showed excitement and delight, which Sherlock knew what it meant,
as he approached her until he was face to face a few centimeters away, he put his
hand on her shoulder.
-Sherlock! -the sound of his voice was even more ecstatic, as if feeling the hot
water had given him a spiritual transcendence-. -Get naked!-Sherlock's face
went from allergic to scared in a few moments.
-Wh-what did you say?-Rin touched her shoulder and noticed how she was
taking off her jacket, which made her nerves increase-! Wait Rin, until now we
have only been partners and I understand that you feel something for me, but I
am married to my job.! No Rin, no! the nerves did not stop fluttering inside her,
while her partner took off her clothes. Perhaps Rin did not listen to her, but he
was also interested in that kind of things, it is not as if she were an unattractive
woman, on the contrary, her beauty was not only physical but also intellectual,
but that was not the moment for that kind of acts. The pulses of her heart
increased little by little, in her mind she saw the most adult panorama that she
could think of.
–Ill wash the clothes, you go clean your body before getting into the bathtub..
okay the panic turned into just confusion.
Sherlock took off the clothes that remained on him, leaving his body exposed, out
of shame she covered the most intimate parts with her hands, she had never been
in a situation like this in life, except with Waston. So it is logical that she does not
know how to react. He entered the bathroom leaving Rin behind, while she was
washing her clothes with the hot water that she had poured. The first thing he did
was grab a bucket of water that was there and pour it on him, so as not to enter
the bathtub dirty. While doing so she looked at her arm carefully with a slight
smile, it showed a considerable amount of puncture marks and cuts, which
produced in her a strange feeling of pride as well as desire for something. But for
what?
-A week already... I'm doing well-he gets up and goes straight to the hot water
place, he felt how his muscles relaxed instantly, his worries, insecurities and fears
disregarded the moment the water was in contact with his skin, that bath for
Sherlock served as a place isolated from the outside, where nothing and nobody
would come to bother her--. Now.. I won't take drugs anymore strong words full
of determination came out of that girl, who with her weak voice had to say so as
not to be heard.
A few minutes passed, Sherlock was completely relaxed and relaxed, the pleasure
of the bathtub did not diminish, but rather the opposite, with each minute the
ecstasy increased to innumerable levels. But she was awakened from her dream
by the sound of the door opening because of her partner, completely naked. She
cleaned her body and threw herself right in front of where Sherlock was, coming
face to face. At first they were both just abstracted in their journey, in complete
silence. But Rin, who noticed this, decided to live with her partner.
-The water is a delight, don't you think? -he doesn't have time to answer. I
wonder if Valentino is as well as I am right now?
-Valentino is your...
-Brother she answered without letting the other finish speaking. Are you
interested in knowing more about me? Or rather, tell me what you have deduced.
"I couldn't tell you," an answer that Rin never expected to hear from his mouth
surprised her greatly.
-What the hell, are you losing your deduction skills? He approaches her,
causing some water to spill out of the bathtub.
-Nothing like that... I just didn't want to-he moves away from the girla little, to
get his space.
-Is there a reason? Silence reigned between them again, Rin was anxious for an
answer, but she wasn't going to force her to answer.
-In life... always deduced to people. For me nothing was hidden, it was something
normal in my work and my daily life- she curls up in the water and puts her
head on the wall while she speaks-. It was a sign of distrust, I never had to wait
for someone to tell me something because I always knew.., in a certain way that
was useful and boring. Knowing from the first hour of knowing every single thing
about their life, but even so I continued doing it. I distrusted everyone-a slight
smile came out of her, in her last sentences. There was one person, the only one
I could consider my best friend, she told me. (Because instead of analyzing
everyone you wait for them to tell you voluntarily, it is very possible that your
satisfaction would be even better/. It was sincere advice, although I can't apply it
much, since I died some time later. Sad, right? - The girl's melancholic look
seemed sincere, it was the first time she talked so much about her. It was nice for
Rin to see that act of trust. - Currently I only do it when it is strictly necessary, for
example when I feel, doubt or something else that warrants it.
Rin could only feel happy about Sherlock's words, he had expressed more in a few
minutes than in a whole week. She wanted to reciprocate the trust that Sherlock
had placed in her.
H am the daughter of nobles... those words made Sherlock's look of surprise
appear on his face towards Rin. Rin was the least sociable when the topic of
conversation was her deceased family-. My mother died at my birth, so I have n
memories of her, but I do remember my father, vaguely. He was a strict man, but
loving with his family. He helped me educate myself in different things such as
art, music, history etc, but honestly I was only passionate about magic so I
practiced and participated, always excelling in everythingI have to say. My life
was very normal-a slight smile comes out of her, as if those memories were
welcoming to her mind-... But at the age of & something terrible happened her
apparent smile was changed to one of seriousness-. I was cursed-Sherlock was
surprised to hear that. A curse was not a very common event in his time, I think
the only one he encountered was in his case the sign of the four, but It seems that
in this time it is not very common either. "Don't be confused, it was not just me, it
was a demon king who cursed many noble families, but the curse of putrefaction
was the most lethal recorded and by far of all the others, and guess who was the
lucky one." She extended her arm and let her gaze contemplate her rose tattoo.
Due to certain things that I don't know, my father was murdered in front of my
eyes and my emotions caused my curse to get out of control, which ended up with
everything in my house and the town where we live." Her gaze now seemed lost.
I was 15 years old at that time andI was a girl who was changing aimlessly
through a destroyed town full of death, but among all thatI heard the cry of a
baby, which I rescued from the rubble of a house. And I left the town that day.
Abandoning my identity and changing my name. But I was not alone, I had
someone who pushed me to move forward." Sherlock listened attentively to her
story with curiosity and a certain feeling. empathy-. Then everything could hav
been happiness, I worked as an adventurer and we had a full and stable life, we
were not rich, but not poor either and for me it was fine. But at 3 years old my
brother began to get sick, the doctors and healers did not know what was
happening until one day a person, who was possibly a witch, told me that my
brother was infected with the putrefaction that I displayed that day and that my
curse would only allow me to live until I was 35 years old, and that little by little i
would consume nmy body and mind until I died-an anguish was reflected in her
eyes-.I tried everything, healers, doctors, scholars, I even used my family's
hidden savings, but nothing worked. My brother's death was getting closer every
day and it was something I had to accept and mine... actually it was indifferent to
me, since I have never had anything important to live for, that was my destiny. 0
that was what would happen until the mist appeared and the rest of the story you
already know. you know-Sherlock looked at her,I had never seen Rin with such.
serious expression.
Yes, and I don't really mind the idea as long as it gives meaning to my short
existence, 8 years fly by at the end of the day--Sherlock's gaze showed
disapproval, he doesn't understand how a person who has a goal in his life can
throw it away so easily, he understands his situation, obviously, but it makes him
feel sorry to see how he uses his entire life for others, is it wrong to be a little
selfish?
Sherlock wanted to talk, but she seemed a little hesitant. She had never had such a
personal conversation with a person she had just met a few days ago, but she saw
it as a way to repay his trust.
-If you want I can tell you something about myself?...-Rin looked at her in
surprise, her partner was not one of those who liked to talk about her entire life,
but she nodded at her question-.. Well, my life the first years and my family are
not very important, so I will go straight to my adult life. Do you agree?-Rin
nodded again, the simple fact that she talked about herself was an achievement.
She did not want to ask for more than she could eat-. Okay... I was a detective,
although my job was more like a hobby to avoid the heartbreaking boredom,
since I lived alone in an apartment and had no friends or close family, or rather I
didn't even have distant friends, I was a person who finds it difficult to talk or
establish relationships with others... And I was afraid of crowds she picks up her
hair-. And my daily life was fromn work to home and from home to work, and
from time to time the occasional distraction..., my life was very boring as you can
seeRin already understood a little better the distant behavior and
communication problems of her partner, she was a person who had few friends
-. Well, what else can I say... Yes! I was a music lover, in fact if as a child I spent
like 18 hours a day practicing it was not enough for me, although unfortunately
when I immersed myself in the world of drugs I left it aside for a while -the
surprise on her friend's face did not hide when telling her this-. Yes, what
memories, the first time I tried drugs was sublime, I felt more alive than ever
those first months, it was magnificent, my body entered a trance of liveliness and
endless pleasure...-the silence suddenly flooded the entire room when the girl
stopped talking-. Or so I thought... since, without realizing it, every day I was
excluding myself more, losing all knowledge of the outside world. I, who by itself
always lived in my own world, now seemed to be in another distant galaxy and
far from any person--she begins to caress the wounds of cuts and punctures
while the she observes. But that also started to affect me... after a few weeks I
was already feeling empty again. And because I tried to increase the dose on one
occasion I suffered an overdose that almost killed me. Ironic, that the one who
gave me so much pleasure and happiness almost took her own life. So when I was
in the hospital, which I myself had to go to the intern, I noticed how all the
patients came to see them, friends, family, partners, but I was alone. Nobody came
to see me, I looked at the door of my room waiting for someone to come. But who
was going to come? My family, friends or partner if I didn't have any of that-the
painful memory of the room full of beds, but each one lonely attacks her head, it
wasn't that there really was no one in the place, in reality it was full of people that
Sherlock didn't notice, nor did they notice her-. I repeated to myself, am I
brilliant, special, a genius for many? Right?So why does no one recognize my
existence?-she stays silent-. But that changed the day someone entered my
life... she realizes how much she has been talking and how Rin is looking at her
with a hidden impression of all the things she said to him, but for him that
reaction is logicalSorry, I think I must have bored you with so much chatter-
she looks at him, embarrassed, but her blushing face gave her away and she said
in her mind- <
that spoke to her mind, or he is just more comfortable with her.
-Same here Rin, it hasn't changed that much, but I see you in a different way--a
smile came from his partner at that moment, and when Sherlock saw her, he
could only hide under the water so as not to show his nerves.
-Hall.
Both were already dressed in their night clothes. Sherlock on the other hand with
the same outfit from the night in the desert, and Rin with a new set of a long black
skirt, with a t-shirt of the same color as the skirt, which left part of her butt
exposed. They got it in the bathroom closet that was full of women's clothes. Upon
leaving, in the living room there is something that has changed with respect to
how they left it, it is not the furniture, nor the kitchen, only the room remains,
and when they slowly open the door they notice an unusual sight.
-Creatures!Two humanoid beings, but with fish characteristics, scales, blue
skin, which seemed to be a slimy and unpleasant skin and deep yellow eyes with
black pupils.
Sherlock quickly creates a sword, which he immediately gives to Rin, and then
materializes his revolver. The creatures immediately rose over them seeing their
aggressive intentions, but they were nothing in understanding the girls. The
revolver was fired and the bullet went through the head of the nearest creature,
giving it a quick and painless death, Rin for her part threw the sword in a straight
line that stabbed the creature near the heart, but the shot was so powerful that it
caused the creature to crash into the wooden wall. The creature writhed in pain
trying to remove the weapon from its chest, but a clean shot hit its head and it
died instantly. Sherlock with an annoyed face approached Rin, that was the straw
that broke the camel's back.
-! Because you didn't give him a quick death and let him suffer! -He grabbed
her shirt with both hands and brought it close to his face, which showed obvious
anger.
It doesn't matter how he dies, in the end he's just a monster, isn't that right? -
his carefree tone made it seem like he hadn't really noticed what Sherlock was
trying to say.
-!If it is true, but you forget that those monsters are also people in a certain way!
Those words resonated in Rin's mind. It was true, in some way, she was killing and
devouring people, it is understood that it is out of self-defense and that hunger
does not understand, but they are not just monsters and giving them a quick
death is the best they can do, although Rin does not understand that at the
moment and only those words resonate in her mind leaving her with doubts-.
We have food here, please cook it with your fire- she had relaxed already, but an
annoyed tone still came out of her.
-.0kay--a few simple words, that didn't bother his inner thoughts and a
question that fluttered like a mosquito's sound in his head. Is it true that they are
people?
Several hours later.
The night was at its highest peak of darkness and the only thing that served as a
source of light were some candles that transmitted a weak light. Both were eating
in the living room, the cooked meat, in complete silence. Sherlock with total
normality while scratching the wounds on his arm. And Rin noticed a weak
disgust as she tasted the meat and another question came to her mind < or monster?>>. She had never thought about it, she just ate and left morals and
ethics aside. It was the right thing to do for her brother, for his illness. Besides, in
a certain way she was not human, she was from creatures of the mist, but they
looked human they were human, but now they are not. Her internal conflict in
her, made her lose all connection with reality, which she found unpleasant.
Time passed and they both lay down in the same bed, but with their backs to each
other. Sherlock still thought he said the right thing, but in the wrong way, maybe
she thought there was no salvation for them and she killed them in cold blood.
She did it too, but it was different, she tried to give them a quick and painless
death, it didn't change the fact that in a certain way she was killing people, but
that's how it is, either them or us and she knew perfectly well that they couldn't
be. Her death would take away all hope of life from the innocent survivors and
there was still a promise that she had to fulfill when it would come.
The dark room is still silent and slowly both girls began to fall asleep waiting to
see a new day. Or so Sherlock thought, as Rin got out of bed, grabbed her diary
and semi-lay back down. She lit a weak flame in her hand that she let float in the
air away from her finger, that is called the emission magic spell. Which is when a
spell leaves the user's body and its constant flow of mana that it gives it, for
example. Ifa person has their fist engulfed in fire, they will receive a constant
flow of magic when joined with the user, but when they separate their flow of
magic stops and as such takes time to disappear, or so it should seem, but the
emission allows a connection between the spell and the magician after separating.
Which allows him to maintain his spell for a while without giving him a flow of
magic, although in the end he has to break off.
Rin opens his book and creates a small pencil in his hand, then starts writing.
Page???
Different doubts are now fluttering through my mind, although, honestly, I prefer
the doubts related to the creation of the mist and its adjacent area. Than this
horrible doubt about my own integrity as a person. The idea that devouring the
creatures of the mist was devouring people I already knew... But. Can those things
really be considered people? IfI think about it carefully, it doesn't make sense to
think like that. Her face, her body, her mind! Everything is contaminated by the
mist! And I don't even know why I'm writing this, why do I feel so strange now? I
hate this feeling... And why am I writing this, if in the end I'm going to forget
everything and my future self will only feel guilty seeing this and not being able
to remember anything.
Rin continued writing, until at a certain point in the night he stopped, and went to
sleep.
-In the early morning.
Loud sounds coming from the living room wake Rin up, they were like fallen
objects or other things that could make that sound. She knocks on the side of the
bed where Sherlock was sleeping, to wake her up, but only feels the empty bed.
Sherlock!-He quickly gets up and walks towards the living room with slow
steps.
He makes a small flame of fire in his hand, and hopes that it will serve as an
improvised candle. He walks and looks at almost all sides of the room, but when
he directs the fire in the direction of the furniture he sees something very strange.
-<>-his partner was curled up like a snail on the floor, while she
murmured some strange words, too low for Rin's ears.
-Drugs, drugs, drugs, where are they? I need them!-her partner, not
understanding her, approaches her and says.
Sherlock are you okay?such kind words were answered with a quick
movement from Sherlock to get away from Rin.
He pressed himself completely against the wall and said.
Get away, get away, get away! -Rin was more confused and worried than at the
beginning, so she kept getting closer-. Go away. go away Waston, you already left
me once, do it again! I don't like being seen like this, don't judge me! -He lunges
at her and gives her weak blows to her belly, which wouldn't hurt anyone.
but a girl with short pink hair in a black suit who looked at him sadly. He
continued to give her weak blows while screaming < will realize we're here>> Rin thought. And in every way he tried to calm her down
without success, so there was only one option left.
-!Pack!
The sound of a slap was heard at the scene and Sherlock regained his sanity.
-Rin!-her face showed fear and confusion.
-Yes, it's me, Sherlock-a kind voice came from her, like a mother trying to
comfort her children.
-I'm sorry.. –Rin silenced her, touching her cheeks with her hands.
-Don't worry, we'll talk tomorrow. Today is not the time, you're not well.
Rin took her hand and led her to the bed. He laid her down like a child and
Sherlock said to her.
-Can you play the violin for me? ..Please? -She didn't seem like the same
serious girl as before, she was more sensitive from one moment to the next.
-of course.-Sherlock created one with his magic in a short time and handed it
into his hands.
Rin started playing and the good music started to overflow the place. It was nice,
calming and relaxing for Sherlock, as each sound gave off different memories of
nostalgia. Waston also fell asleep listening to her play sometimes. An innumerable
amount of memories just from the music attacked her and sleep started to take
over, until she fell completely asleep.
The next day.
Sherlock wakes up and notices Rin's absence at his side of the bed. Then he
remembers what happened yesterday, a feeling invades him, it was not only
shame, it was insecurity. How will their relationship develop from now on < she be upset, or maybe worried or maybe she just wants to forget the subject?>>,
By the time she gets dressed and goes out, she notices the presence of the white
armor in front of her.
"Hello," Rin said.
-Hello-no one else said anything.
They had breakfast, took another bath and then left, but without a single
comment in all that time. The path they first passed was gloomy and desolate, it
was a path of tall pine trees one in front of the other, on the sides of the road. The
second was a forest with nothing worth mentioning, except for the internal
thoughts of both protagonists.
–< How complicated!>Rin, behind the armor, showed evident concern< want to know how he feels today, but how should I start, is it better directly or
more discreetly>>he still walked in complete silence observing the white
wasteland.
< tell him. Maybe he will support me and not judge me, or maybe not>>-an
internal conflict developed inside Sherlock, remembering the events of yesterday
-< progressed yesterday.>>
The whirlwind of thoughts between the two was incredible, one was thinking
something and the other one too. But luckily there was a key factor in their vision
that changed everything.
-A village, Sherlock! -Huge doors stood in front of them and several houses
gave the indication that in front of them there was an ancient towm.
They both ran quickly and indeed, it was a village. The wooden houses, the
marked streets, the abandoned carriages, it was a village without a doubt. They
walked slowly to see if there was any place where they could find provisions or
something else. The dark wooden houses looked spooky, but the roads seemed like
at any moment something would appear running after both women or the
cemetery-like silence that the place gave off was spooky enough to make a normal
person feel uncomfortable, but both girls were in their own world and besides
this environment was everyday for them. From one moment to the next they both
gathered enough courage to speak and at the same time they said.
-Hey! the voices of both of them sounded.
-...you speak first, please-said Sherlock.
-You see, I...
A sneeze is heard from beside them. And something at an incredible speed jumps
above Rin, sending her flying into one of the buildings in front of her and opening
a hole of considerable size.
And while in front of Sherlock, there was a figure, Sherlock was still processing
the information his eyes had obtained, it did not seem to be monstrous, nor
deformed or semi-human, on the contrary its complete outline was one hundred
percent feminine, anyone who saw it would say that it was <,