"Boothill, run!"
March 7th put away her longbow and sprinted left. "Montana's beyond saving. We need to find backup!"
"By all means." Watching March 7th's retreating back, Banana Aide smiled calmly.
Then he turned to Boothill, who stood rooted to the spot.
"I look forward to you providing the final piece of evidence for my theory."
Boothill stood dazed for a moment, then found himself following March 7th. His instincts told him it was the right thing to do.
They ran for a while before students appeared ahead, blocking their path.
"Banana, banana, banana..."
They wore frightening smiles and stared blankly, like patients who had lost their minds.
"What the heck? Now they're blocking us on purpose?"
"Of course, you're free to leave." Banana Aide followed them at an unhurried pace, smiling faintly.
"But how can you take my observation sample without permission?"
"Observation sample? Didn't you tell us to leave?"
"No, no, no... Nameless, I only agreed to let you leave. He stays."
Banana Aide looked at Boothill.
"His body has been modified. Unlike ordinary humans, he cannot undergo physical regression."
"His will is as strong as steel, utterly unshakable. He can laugh off any corruption."
"What might I turn a Galaxy Ranger like him into? That is well worth observing."
"Oh. Then he's all yours."
March 7th understood what Banana Aide meant. She promptly abandoned Boothill and charged toward the Sleepy Banana Society's exit.
But the society members remained packed together there, showing no sign of moving aside.
"Miss Nameless, aren't you being a little too decisive?"
Banana Aide watched March 7th's back and asked:
"He's your comrade. You infiltrated this place together. Don't you have any sense of standing by him?"
"Standing by him?" March 7th looked back.
"Look at him! He can't even talk. Taking him