It doesn't get any better than this!
And just like that...
I can take someone out at any time.
Mister Uptight...
I'll call you Icchi. Let's give it our best, okay?
Your hair is so pretty.
It's just like Master's.
You'll be Sarapi.
Right? Right? Right?
Hey, Icchi!
If you ever make a move on Sarapi, I'll kill you.
What? What? What?!
You can try to kill me whenever you want.
That's the only thing I'm able to teach you, after all.
The truth is, I like your miso soup.
Can you make my master's miso soup for me?
The hint... is your name.
Goodnight, my little Ringo.
Ringo Ardell.
Master's dead now, but she gave me that name.
I hope I get to have that miso soup again!
'Cuz, you know, I'm gonna die soon.
You'll take care of my last supper, right?
Right? Right? Right?
Code D. We have an attack.
It's directed at the guest in room 301, Ringo Ardell.
There are three of them.
The weapons are...
Handguns.
Looks like she stole money from the last organization she worked for.
I'll get Doctor!
I'm fine!
So... let me try the next one.
Why are you so focused on your last meal?
You are forbidden to pinch my cheeks out of nowhere!
Make miso soup for me.
One guest, arriving at room 301 in sixty seconds.
Weapons are... probably two short swords.
Ikuro-san, what are your chances of success?
To be honest, pretty slim.
I don't know how much longer she'll last.
Who's that?
There's no question... Not with those two fangs.
His swiftness wielding double short swords makes it look as though they trail sparks.
It's earned him the nickname "Double Fang."
He's a renowned contract killer even within the industry.
For real? Even I've heard of him!
Her opponents are aware that Ardell-sama's remaining time is limited.
They're likely unconcerned with appearances at this point.
Double...
I think I see it.
A way to win.
Indeed?
Well, then, let's both fulfill our respective duties.
Are you confident you'll win?
I'd say, "a little."
He seems formidable.
Not human; like a monster
Lacking human kindness or weakness
Ruthless; cruel
Inhuman
Hotel Inhumans.
A Last Supper 2
As a humble contract killer myself, I've hoped to stay here one day.
We'd be honored.
Shall we begin the check-in procedure?
Unfortunately, I didn't come to stay today.
I've accepted a request to eliminate
the guest in room 301.
These are the VIP seats, right?
Right? Right? Right?
Sarapi, you can do it!
Yes, I'll do my best.
Now, allow me to show you our hospitality.
You're just as nimble as I've heard.
Your hospitality is just as good as I've heard.
I see. She's got the home-field advantage.
Her movement leaves no openings, but at the same time...
Sarapi!
It's difficult to fight while protecting someone, isn't it, concierge?
Sarapi, I'm sorry...
Fret not.
It isn't a problem in the least.
My body has been trained to respond this way.
Ringo-sama, are you all right?
Ringo, are you okay?
You really are... so much alike.
This is enough, isn't it?
What meaning is there in protecting her life?
Whether you do or not, she will soon die.
In terms of the time she has left, there may not be any meaning to this.
And yet...
it is beautiful, isn't it?
As you know, most professional killers live in a way that prevents their hearts from engaging.
That's likely because the more their hearts engage, the harder their work becomes.
But when a heart engages...
when it's made to engage, that voice in their hearts...
I want to—
Sorry, but I don't hear any voice in any heart!
I will do my job!
A professional killer is a killer! In the end, we're inhuman!
Pardon me for talking back,
but the only ones whose hearts can be moved are humans.
The lamentation of our guests' hearts...
the writhing...
the struggles...
Acting in response to the beauty of that...
That is what I have committed to as my duty.
The contract killer known as Double Fang
launched both fangs in a desperate effort and still ended up like this.
Finish it.
Next time, I'll come as a guest.
I'll bring my cat with me.
Sara-san! What's the situation over there?
We're all safe here.
Ringo-sama!
Hotel Inhumans.
It's cold today, isn't it?
Hey, Master, who taught you how to kill?
I had a master, too.
What? You never told me that before!
What kind of person were they?
Your work for today isn't done yet, is it?
Master, isn't your knife kinda big?
I'd like to try wielding a samurai sword one day.
You're talking about Japan again?
Well, my dream is to sleep in Japan, after all.
Yes, yes. I hope that dream comes true.
I'm serious.
I know. I know.
Hey, Master, did you know? You see, I...
I'll sleep anywhere as long as I'm beside you, Master.
Oh. I must've passed out.
I guess it's almost time.
Sarapi.
You really are wonderful.
You're like my master.
Can I touch... your hair?
Sarapi... and you, too, Icchi.
I've made the two of you put up with my selfishness right up to the end.
I'm sorry.
You have it all wrong, Ringo-sama.
What we want to hear isn't "I'm sorry."
Ringo-sama!
The hint from your master was "apple," like your name "Ringo."
But it wasn't enough to look at it just as it is.
When Double Fang showed up, it came to me in a flash.
That's right. Professional killers have second names.
Thinking about it, the quiz had a contract killer's style to it.
I researched as fast as I could.
Since you're both from France,
I searched for an ingredient with an "apple" nickname there.
And it was...
a tomato.
In France, apparently it's also called...
a love apple.
That's right.
The secret ingredient in your master's miso soup was tomato ketchup.
I see.
Jeez! Was that all it was?
She could've just told me!
Right? Right?
Right?
What? If you've got something to say, just say it.
Well, I mean, it's a love apple. A love apple!
She was probably too embarrassed to tell you!
Right? Right? Right?
Thank you.
Thank you, Sarapi, Icchi.
Thank you.
To think her request even included us laying flowers on her grave.
I've never had a guest like her before.
It's a first for me, too.
Where is this grave, anyway?
Tired, are you?
I think I picked the wrong shoes.
Well, here she is in another place with quite the scenic view.
You can use this to see how I used the money I took.
But it's still a secret for now!
Open it after I'm dead.
To think she'd use the money she stole on something like this.
For this grave...
For these two graves, she bought this whole mountain.
The way the sunlight reaches this place makes it so bright.
Not like that other place.
Hey, Sara-san?
Back then...
Do you think she could actually tell how it tasted?
Or do you think she forced herself to play along?
Let's see. Back then...
Thank you.
Thank you, Sarapi, Icchi.
Hey, Master?
Yeah?
Will you teach me how to make miso soup?
I suppose so.
The hint... is your name.
My name?
Now, go to sleep.
Go to sleep, little blade, wolf cub of the white mountain.
Goodnight, my little Ringo.
And one day...
be sure to kill me, okay?
Master!
Now, don't ever forget... this sensation.
I've been waiting... for this day... you know.
Goodnight, my little...
Love apple.
In that moment, was Ringo-sama able to discern the flavor of the miso soup?
I don't know.
However...
I will never forget.
Thank you, Sarapi, Icchi.
Love apple.
Yes, I will never forget
how full of light she was in her last moments.
Turn the heat off! (Once it's come to a boil)
Dissolve the miso
Add a little of the secret ingredient (one teaspoon,
Put the cut-up potatoes into the pot.
Add a little of the secret ingredient (one teaspoon, 5 grams!), tomato ketchup.
Finished!
Ikuro
The Very Kind
And to finish it off,
the secret ingredient, tomato ketchup.
Just a little.
Spider
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