Elsewhere.
Akasaka and Reborn arrived at another hospital.
There was a frail man here, none other than Daisy, one of the original True Six Funeral Wreaths.
Guardian of the Sun.
The one who got out of breath after taking just two steps.
He was holding onto his IV stand and preparing to go to the restroom when he ran into Reborn and Akasaka, who had come to kill him.
Without a word, Reborn pulled out his gun and shot him in the forehead, killing him on the spot.
Daisy died before he could even react.
Reborn blew on the smoking muzzle and asked Akasaka to find the next one.
Akasaka glanced at Reborn. "You really don't waste any time."
Still, Akasaka led Reborn to the next hospital.
In one of the rooms at this hospital was a blue-haired girl. She sat in a wheelchair, looking out the window at the weather.
Outside, birds sang and flowers bloomed.
A little bird had even landed on the girl's shoulder.
The girl showed no reaction.
More precisely, the light had already died in her eyes.
Her azure eyes stared blankly ahead.
Suzuran, at the age when she should have been at her most beautiful, had been paralyzed from the waist down in a car accident and turned into a cripple.
This was undoubtedly the greatest blow she could have suffered.
She gripped her numb feet tightly and pressed her lips together.
Not long after.
Reborn kicked the door open and walked in, immediately pointing his gun at the back of Suzuran's head.
When Akasaka entered the room, he saw Suzuran's sweet, adorable face and could not help whistling. "She's pretty."
Suzuran had yet to realize what was pressed against the back of her head and was just about to turn around to look.