Ch. 3: 100 People
Clown: "Now then, seeing as being a mother is a job, I only need two more people."
OO: "Then it’s time to search for the next person."
We walked down the main street in search of the next target when…
Young Woman: "Help! Thief!"
OO: "…!? Oh no…!"
But before anyone could step in to help, the thief snatched up the woman’s purse and ran off.
It happened so suddenly that I got flustered, and Clown put his hand on my shoulder.
Clown: "Looks like we’ve found our next target."
Eh, next target…
[CHOICE]
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You don’t mean…the thief!? (SUN)
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The woman who was attacked? (MOON)
Thief: "Move it ya bastard!"
The robber brandished a knife and rushed at Clown.
But Clown paid it no mind as he deflected the attack and continued his performance.
Thief: "Don’t mock me!"
Moving like in a pantomime, Clown kept avoiding the thief’s attacks.
Clown: "Your eyes aren’t very sharp for a thief. I assume something must have happened to force you to start stealing."
Thief: "W-what’d you say!?"
Clown nimbly took the knife from the robber’s hand.
Then he pulled a flower out of thin air, and changed the knife into a gold coin before handing them over.
Thief: "Wha-? This is…for me?"
Clown: "It was simply an illusion, but if it can bring a smile back to your face…"
Thief: "…man, thanks. This should cover my mom’s medicine!"
The fierce look in the thief’s eyes turned to a smile of joy.
In that moment, Clown held his silk hat in his hand and a pure white dove flew out.
Thief: "Thank you Mr. Clown."
The woman who had been attacked was given her purse back, and the thief went off in another direction.
Clown: "And that makes 99."
I noticed a faint scratch on Clown’s makeup, and as I approached…
[CHOICE]
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Take out a handkerchief (SUN)
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Worry about his injury (MOON)
OO: "Oh, good…you weren’t hurt!"
I was relieved, and Clown smiled at me. And then...
Clown: "Yes, and now my long journey has come to an end."
OO: "Eh…?"
Clown: "OO, you are my 100th person!"
There was a pop and colorful confetti fluttered down around us.
OO: "You don’t mean…the thief!?"
Clown: "Precisely."
OO: "That’s’ dangerous!"
Clown winked at me, unconcerned, and nimbly moved to in front of the robber.
OO: "The woman who was attacked?"
Clown: "Nope, my 99th target is...the thief!"
OO: "But...that's dangerous!"
Clown: "It's alright, I have everything under control."
Clown smiled as if to reassure me and moved in front of the thief.
OO: "Are you hurt...?"
I got close and Clown looked at me in surprise.
Clown: "Were you worried about me? Thank you. But this is nothing."
Clown took a red cloth from his pocket and concealed his face.
In an instant, the red cloth disappeared, and the face it revealed was free of any injury.
I took a handkerchief from my pocket and reached out to wipe off his cheek.
Clown: "You’re very kind…but this nothing."
It was different from his normal clownish behavior, and a soft smile graced his face as he snapped his fingers.
The mark on his cheek vanished completely.