Akebono. I’m
absolutely certain I’ve heard that name, too
. But the memory was vague and
incoherent. All he could grab hold of were a few fragmentary, fact-like details. “This
Akebono … didn’t they cause some kind of big incident a while ago?”
“Exactly,” Professor Ebisuno said, looking at Tengo more intently than he had
until now. “We’re talking about the famous Akebono, of course, the ones who staged
the gun battle with the police in the mountains near Lake Motosu.”
Gun battle
, Tengo thought.
I remember hearing about that. It was big news. I can’t
remember the details, though, for some reason, and I’m confused about the sequence
of events
. When he strained to recall more, he experienced a wrenching sensation
through his whole body, as though his top and bottom halves were being twisted in
opposite directions. He felt a dull throbbing deep in his head, and the air around him
suddenly went thin. Sounds became muffled as though he were underwater. He was
probably about to have an “attack.”
“Is something wrong?” the Professor asked with obvious concern. His voice
seemed to be coming from a very great distance.
Tengo shook his head and in a strained voice said, “I’m fine. It’ll go away soon.”
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