Roro: And the Last Bookkeeper of Hell
Episodes 1.3
"This is one of the keys to becoming a qualified teacher...." All the time running, Roro just sat up straight and supported his chin, looking at the hologram that the speaker displayed. His eyes are so hard. Roro just wanted a practice session, just look at the brochure carefully.
Iris emerald Roro began to turn away. Behind her beautiful green color, there was no color that depicted her mood. Without luster. Without color gradation that will beautify the level.
What is Rara doing in class without her?
Will the girl be excommunicated again?
Is that woman going to get battered again?
What the lady he knew would....
Roro reflexes wide-eyed and closed with all his might. He can't think like that. Concentration is up already. He cannot absorb every sentence from the speaker. Slowly Roro shut down gently, like the rhythm of his breathing.
The first object that Roro saw was not a hologram and some acrylic table, but a small room of glass to goods there. Roro's round eyes instantly narrowed sharply.
"I thought it would be like this" he murmured. He stood in the doorway, looking at the woman with a bruise all over her body. He stood exerting the rest of his energy in front of the students who giggled doing a lot of useless activities according to Roro.
"T-please do the task---"
"Whispering." How surprised Roro was with their reply. The blink of an eye earlier brought him back to the training atmosphere. Without him having to survive even, Roro is able to imagine every scene.
Rara's gonna be dumped.
If they keep up the task from him, they immediately play crackle put a lot of wounds.
This cannot be allowed Roro. The luster darted rapidly across the emerald iris that reflected the hologram.
"I have to study hard for him" he said between the appearance of faint ripples on a bottle of mineral water.
The ripples clouded the color of her iris.
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"Thank you for your hard work on training today." After hearing the farewell greetings from the host, all the teachers walked quickly for the sake of a piece of ultimate enjoyment. Roro is one of them. Moving to the next room, the glasses woman had disappeared leaving a puddle of water.
A pair of shoes that just left the water back on foot in a different hallway. Roro with a sharp gaze walked quickly towards 2-1.
"I'm sure their deeds will be more than I thought," he murmured hardened the furious look on her beautiful face. And sure enough, a group of people in gray white uniforms was laying a barrage of fists for one person. Not only bruises that Rara can, but blood spurts in the corners of the lips and nostrils.
"Anu, excuse me." Roro with a timid look made-up started to approach them. Dozens of eyes centered on him. He said, "J-don't hurt Rara. Anyway, Rara's still human, right? Just like you guys."
The gaze full of darkness seemed to reply to Roro's words, especially a long-haired woman curls waist that was in the middle of Rara's hair.
"So why do you hurt your fellow humans?" Roro tried to be as friendly as possible, as cheerfully as he could. However, it seems that Roro's efforts have been in vain since the girl cut her distance.
"Lo wants to be the same fate as Rara?" He asked as he pointed at Roro's chest using his long fingernails. "Mending is silent."
Roro let out a small laugh, inviting a frown on their foreheads. He looked at the girl in front of him, full of mystery. "You remind me of my sister, yes," he said.