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Crosswind: two meters. Distance: 845 meters.

Mission complete.

As expected from the super sniper
Danica-sama, right, Chetana?

You have it all wrong, Danica.

You mean it's all thanks to super
spotter Chetana-sama, don't you?

Hey, do you think we'll be
able to see the meteor shower?

That's pretty much impossible.

Hate to bother. We had an offer come in.

Say what?!

I'm alive thanks to you.

Then again, you're alive thanks to me, too!

I'm going. I'll be back.

Sorry. I messed up.

You will adhere to a rejected request.
That is the condition.

If you want her to come back alive, that is.

I'll make up for this later.

When all this is over...

let's watch the meteor shower.

We got to see the meteor
shower again this year.

Yes. I wonder how many times
we'll get to see it.

Well...

time to do our usual double-check for survival.

But, Cheta, do we really have
to do this check every year?

Under a sky filled with shooting stars,
it lacks a certain romanticism.

You think so?

It doesn't seem anything
but romantic to me.

We're probably the only ones in the world
doing a check like this in this moment.

Come on. Let's do it.

The emergency signal is...

A lie.

And it means?

"Leave me and run."

That's what we agreed on.

Neither one of us can save the other!

Hey. Hey, wake up.

Did you have a nice dream?

You should've just taken the job.

Medokia.

Gratitude for Support

A small island country that's
recently achieved independence.

The leading candidate to
be their next monarch is

Prince Marei, who is championing his late
father's dearest wish, liberating all slaves.

The public reason for this Asia tour

is to greet everyone prior
to the succession ceremony,

but his true objective is to prepare
what he needs to liberate the slaves:

securing the promises of
other capitalistic countries.

He will declare his intent to never again
allow the exploitation of his people,

and in exchange, he will bring oil-drilling
rights to the negotiation table.

Quite a competent young hero. Though...

that sweet mask of his was never
meant to become a talking point.

He certainly is a prime target.

And the one who issued the
kill request is Minister Aslan.

The very man who hid in the late king's shadow
and managed the export of slaves.

He must have been at a complete loss.

Enough to make a request
of a shady organization.

That's impressive research made
from very little to go on.

So it's not like you don't understand
what your roles are here, right?

Considering the composition
of his security over several days,

it's clear that my partner's long-distance
attack is a good fit for this matter.

And we've prepared fitting
compensation, haven't we?

Right?

For a kill like this,

the matter isn't truly taken care of unless
the perpetrator's death is part of the set.

Even if you managed to see that much,
the reality is that you've been caught.

Gratitude for Support

I see.

All right. I'll head your way.

Seems your partner is here.

You see?

No matter what world you live in,
a slave uprising will never be allowed.

Not human; like a monster

Lacking human kindness or weakness

Ruthless; cruel

Inhuman

Another Sky 2

The attack will be from
this abandoned building.

It'll happen two hours from now.

Don't leave any marks with your hands.

The ship will pass the attack
point at exactly 20:00.

There will only be one chance:

the shipboard signing ceremony.

The moment Prince Marre steps onto the stage

and security becomes relaxed.

No communication devices or other
irregularities among her personal effects.

I kept my promise.

So you'd better keep up your end
and give Chetana back to me.

That's only if the kill is successful.

If you don't give her back, I'll kill you.

How old are you, anyway?

That's got nothing to do with this.

Yeah, true enough.

And the sky's cloudy.

I bet Cheta's angry.

That absolute moron!

What's the point of a promise if you're
gonna break it when it counts?!

Every damn time, that girl... I swear!

Hey, what's wrong?

What're you moaning about?

Don't make that scary face.

You're beautiful.
You don't want to ruin that, do you?

Hey, did you know?

There's an hour left until
the next shift change.

This is a perk of the job, right?

You get it, don't you?
Why don't you and I have a little fun?

If you do, maybe I'll talk to my superiors
to see if there's a way you don't die.

I wasn't born beautiful in order
to make human garbage happy.

Go screw yourself.

You think you can talk down to me, bitch?!

Hey, now. You didn't tell me
you're damaged goods.

Nice! That look in your eyes
gets me really fired up.

Come on. We must've met for a reason, right?

I promise I'll be gentle.

You're...

The concierge?!

This thing's amazing!

Are you all right?

Chetana-sama, are you injured or...

Pardon me.

One more time, just in case.

How did you get here?

Huh? Oh, it was through
a pretty narrow passage.

Really?

Can we really save Chetana?

I'm speaking of a possibility at most.

The New Asian Trading Company

moved its HQ to the
Kojima Building on the harbor

following a large-scale
conflict three years ago.

If there is an opportunity for us
to take advantage of that fact...

The hotel library is a place where knowledge
of all times and places is gathered.

Yes, both the public and the underground.

The Kojima Building?
Yes, that is quite a nice structure.

The deepest reaches of the
underground storerooms...

This is my first time here.

It's built in a manner that makes
it easier to deal with attacks,

and the harbor warehouses are close by,
making it a convenient location.

Weapon supply, concealed
disposal of corpses, et cetera...

However...

it is only fortified against direct attack.

Just as all people have things they are and
aren't suited for, so, too, do buildings.

That makes it perfect for
imprisonment, don't you think?

Now, let's see. If Chetana-sama
has been taken captive,

then she is undoubtedly being held here.

Really?

Yes.

Buildings do not lie.

Really?

She is very important to you, isn't she?

But... how do we get all the way in there?

Now, it's time to study, Ikuro-san.

Huh?

It seems that Sara-san will play
her part in a different capacity.

What?

Remember: if you make a single mistake
along the route, you will die.

What?!

Don't worry! The ducts are
wide enough for you to fit inside.

What?!

But they were super narrow!

Sorry. I couldn't help recalling...

No, I'm sorry for making
you go through all that.

Chetana-sama.

I'm sorry. The route I'm about to recommend
is likely to be very trying for you.

Please hold on just a little longer.

The fifty minutes before the
next shift change is everything.

Let's go.

Wait! I'm absolutely filthy!

Let's go.

Of course.

Hotel Inhumans.

It's past point B.

Conditions are nominal.

The time is one-nine-zero-zero.

All clean.

The target is on schedule.

One hour left.

Stay alert.

You think you can be my spotter like that?

If you're that nervous, you're not gonna be
able to measure and observe accurately.

Yes, I will!

Why don't you at least
secure it to the window?

Hmph.

Wind speed: two miles.

Is there any point to that?
You have to do it right before.

On summer days, the wind
blows from sea to land,

but in the evenings,
calm seas cause a reversal.

The wind from land to sea
is about to get stronger.

No one asked you! Just keep quiet!

What's your name?

I said shut up!

You've...

never done it, have you?

You've never killed someone.

Shut up. I will soon enough.

Even if it means being the company's
dog and sucking up sludge,

I'll get better at killing and...

Shiihashi-san, everything is going as planned.

Good.

I'll kill 'em.

I'll kill 'em, no matter what!

With your hands shaking like that?

That'll stop once I get used to it!

Oh, that's true. That's right.

You know, I hope you never
forget that rage you feel.

If you keep killing, at some point you
won't feel those kinds of feelings anymore,

because you can never go back to being
the you who had trembling hands.

I-I...

Hey!

Why're you chatting like old friends over here?!

You're just a dog. Got that?

You're just a slave, so don't go
doing things without permission!

Ugh. So they really do exist.

People who are like the
model definition of scum.

Hey, don't get the wrong idea, little girl.

Your job here isn't to make me angry, is it?

Remember, I'm the one who holds that
worthless hostage's life in my hands.

You really are scum through
and through, aren't you?

In order to rescue Chetana-sama,
one important condition must be met.

That is for Danica-sama
to accept their job offer.

But if she does that...

Let's look at the current situation.

For the New Asian Trading Company,
Chetana-sama's worth

lies in Danica-sama's
acceptance of their demands.

Viewed another way, her life is
guaranteed until the job is completed.

In fact, in the worst case,
if no action is taken...

I'll go! I'll go.

There's nothing to hesitate over, is there?

So take care of Chetana for me, okay?

Sorry. It's because
I borrowed this cloth from you.

It's all right! Please don't let it bother y—

For now, I think we should hurry.

Sorry. I messed up.

You will adhere to a rejected request.
That is the condition.

If you want her to come back alive, that is.

I'll make up for this later.

When all this is over...

let's watch the meteor shower.

Chetana-sama, are you all right?

In the end, I'm just a burden.

I'm causing trouble for you and for Danica.

No, this is part of my job, so...

My job...

Danica-sama told me to show you
the meteor shower next week.

Danica said that?

Do you think we'll be able
to see the meteor shower?

That's pretty much impossible.

Man, you've gotta be kidding me!

The emergency signal is...

A lie.

"Leave me and run."

But what do I do if it rains?

Why would she ask for the impossible?

But I don't want to give up...

Not after I heard everything.

She said that the day the two of you met was
the day of the Perseid meteor shower, too.

Hey, whoa!

Hey...

Huh?

What are all those lights
that've been flashing by?

Shooting stars. The stars are falling.

Stars can fall?

So if all the stars fall,
will the sky be all black?

Shooting stars are just the light from
when rubble from space burns up.

They won't all fall,
so the sky won't turn all black.

Huh. You really know a lot.

They say that if you wish on
a shooting star, it'll come true.

Do you have any wishes?

Huh? You can't just ask that
out of nowhere. I'm not ready.

What about you? Any wishes?

I want some toast.

Freshly toasted... with lots of
butter and marmalade on it.

Now I can't die until I've eaten some!

She'd lived having only
ever been taught to kill,

so there was so much she didn't know.

Danica?

That's right. It's a word from where I was born.

Huh.

It means "the morning star."

That night, what I found wasn't one
of the countless, unnamed stars.

It was the one and only "danica."

On my way back from the first time
I'd assisted in a kill as her spotter,

she pressed a fallen flower she'd
found into my trembling hands.

As thanks for her name, she gave me an earring.

And so I ended up with something to treasure.

When our nightmares were so terrifying
that we couldn't sleep,

we'd swear to survive at least
until her tattoo was complete.

And with that criminal vow as our support,
we would fall asleep.

Even if we fought,

the next morning, as we ate toast together,

the fight would stop mattering.

When did I first begin to feel this way?

Because I held out my hand to her that day...

Because of the words I said that day...

Danica is still, to this day,
drenched in blood.

Even so, this feeling hasn't disappeared.

I love her.

I love Danica.

When you don't speak them aloud,
the stronger the feeling is...

the more likely it is to come to mind.

Chetana-sama.

Here.

Danica-sama asked me to bring it.

Danica, you idiot!
Why did you come to save me?

Just leave me behind and escape!

Even if I'd died, you'd have been safe!

Chetana-sama?

I heard that a few hours ago.

What?

So take care of Chetana for me, okay?

Save her, no matter what.

Even if I die, you make sure
you save her, okay?

And she gave me a message for you, too.

Actually... I lied!

Just forget all of that!

Hey, tell Chetana for me...

When all this is over,
let's eat until we're stuffed!

We'll put on a ton of butter... and so
much marmalade it spills over the edge...

of a ton of freshly made toast!

Now I can't die until I've eaten some!

...some!

...some!

...some!

Honestly... Danica!

Sara-san?

Yes.

We just got out of the ducts.

Exactly at the estimated time.

Exactly. I did good, right?

And Chetana-sama?

And she ignores me.

She's right here next to me!

Chetana-sama, thank you for
enduring such a dark, narrow passage.

Hey, what about me?

It's good to move that lazy body of
yours around on occasion, isn't it?

Lazy?!

Unlike you, Sara-san,
I'm more brains than brawn.

Unlike me?

I-I didn't mean you aren't intelligent!

No need for excuses.

Let's continue this idle
chitchat when I return.

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