Akira was led to a private room by Makoto. It's a simple Japanese-style room with just six tatami mats, a table and cushions.
"Well then"
Makoto tried to leave as soon as he finished guiding.
"Ah, wait. Aizawa-senpai. Since it's a big deal, let me tell you a story. It's not an exaggeration to say that I decided to fall into the backstreets because I admired you."
"What are you talking about?"
Akira stops him, and Makoto stops him and looks back.
"Why did you fall into the back alley, how did you become so famous in the back alley, I'm interested.
"Why do I have to tell you such a story?"
Makoto sighed annoyed at Akira who was happily talking to him.
"Huh? Isn't that a cute junior from the same Anraku 2nd Middle School?"
"That's the only connection, isn't it? And it's the first time we've met."
"Well, at least tell me the secret to becoming a major in the back alley."
"Yukioka will take care of that. Up until now, after remodeling many of the backstreet residents who have come here, he has also helped sell the backstreet debut. But before that, it's more important to survive.
After passing by Akira, Makoto entered the room and sat down. Seeing that, Akira smiles and moves quickly to face Makoto and sit on his knees.
"Did you know that just by meeting him? Is there a personality that is suitable for you or not?」
"I've seen many different types of people in this world, but most of the people who have survived are stubborn, bright people, or natural types. You tend to do that, and I get the feeling you're both."
"I don't understand the theory that nature survives."
Even though he was called a natural, Akira didn't laugh or get angry.
"I don't know either, but it's true. First of all, I didn't fall into the back street because I wanted to be famous. It's because it's become known."
"Heh, but that means that Aizawa-senpai is amazing.
"I wonder how you can be so familiar with people you meet for the first time…"
"I've always admired my seniors.
"I don't mind it, but it feels weird."
Akira's innocence-like talk calms the people around him. Makoto also interacted with Akira and felt his feelings soften.
"In my middle school, it was famous that he single-handedly destroyed several organizations in the backstreets, and that it was like the world of a movie.Isn't it natural to want to be like that? "
Makoto had seen countless people who came to visit Junko in exchange for his life as a tip, but he admired him, and this was the first time he had ever asked him to be his disciple.
Truthfully, I thought it would be unbearable to refuse him so bluntly.
"Do you really want to drop out of middle school and live in a backstreet?"
"Eh? But so are seniors."
"Don't do it together. After dropping out of middle school, I was a mercenary for a short period of time, but I learned a lot on the battlefield."
"Senpai, I don't think mercenaries have an academic background…"
As expected, Akira gave a wry smile.
"For me, it was a much more meaningful learning experience than what I was learning at school. I don't have a very good memory of killing a child soldier who wasn't even ten years old."
"Then I also want to learn something more meaningful than school, so I'll ask my seniors.
"Well, can I take care of you for a little while..."
I gave up, and Makoto gave up.
"Wow, I did it! This moment I dreamed of! No, I believed that it would definitely come true!"
Akira exaggeratedly pleased with his fist pump.
To tell the truth, from the beginning Makoto had a favorable impression of Akira, who is innocent and expresses his emotions in a straight and exaggerated manner. There is a strong part of him that is attracted to Akira, who is the exact opposite of himself, because he can't show his emotions on the surface for some reason.
"Then let's go to the shooting range. I'll teach you from the basics. And how to dodge bullets."
"How do you dodge bullets?"
Akira looked up at Makoto, who stood up and let out a maddened voice.
"What, you haven't studied enough. The angle of the muzzle, the movement of pulling the trigger, and the technique of dodging bullets are the basics of the basics in the back alley. It's a trick you can do. I basically don't drink."
Akira knew the name of the outlet. He had heard that it was an illegal concentration drug that was available in the back alleys, but he didn't know what it was used for.
"Try it. It dissolves with saliva, so you don't need water."
Makoto presents one tablet to Akira. He wonders if it will take effect immediately, but he does as he is told.
"The effect was immediate." Akira's head becomes very clear and his consciousness becomes clear.
Suddenly, Makoto swings his fist at Akira. The hook was aimed at the temple, but Akira twisted his upper body to avoid it.
"Do you think you could get away with it without medicine?"
"No, it's impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Akira answered with an unusually calm tone. Normally he would get a little excited, but his feelings are calm and his emotions are under control. But he's not entirely unenthusiastic.
"If you become a jerk, the enemy will also take the same outlet. Also, the fear will not disappear completely. It will only be suppressed a little.
"But why aren't you drinking, Senpai? Why did you have it even though you don't drink?"
"I can do the same tricks without relying on medicine. I only carry it with me for emergencies in case some kind of accident occurs and I can't move as I want. If someone loses it, I can hand it to them." right?"
After saying that much, Makoto used his finger to make a signal to follow him and left the room. Akira obeyed and happily chased after Makoto.
Rin Kishibe is summoned by her employer, Okumura, the day after the tasteless show of the pleasure-providing organization "Formalin Pickled President" ends.
The extravagant room was horribly decorated.
A naked man and woman with their halves pushed into the wall. They're not statues, they're all real people, alive and well. Only her eyes are moving in sync with Rin's visit, and there are signs that she's breathing.
Instead of plants, the upper body of a boy who was probably not even ten years old was growing from a huge flower pot. It's alive too. I don't know her race, but I do know that she's not Japanese. Rin was passing by, and he turned to look like he was clinging to him.
In addition to colorful tropical fish, a naked woman with her limbs amputated at the base of her body was lying in the tank, wearing a mask that seemed to give her oxygen. There was no reaction at all, but I'm sure it's also considered a living figurine.
It's the second time Rin has visited this room, so she doesn't feel anything when she sees them. The first time she did, she frowned slightly, but that's it.
"Yesterday's show, the reaction was great. People are talking about you, too."
Okumura, head of the formalin-soaked President's Seventh Branch, opens his mouth.
It seems that this bad tasteful room, decorated with living humans, was also laid out by this man.
"People who undertake murders in public are precious desune. Normally, Masuga doesn't like it."
Aside from Okumura, another person spoke up.
Judging by the way he speaks with his accent, he is not Japanese. I sat down on the sofa, staring at the holographic display projected in the air, and didn't even look at Rin. He wears a mask that imitates a clown. You can tell he's black just by looking at the skin and hair that's exposed under his mask.
"This person is my boss.
Okumura approaches Rin and tells her.
Needless to say, Rin guessed that they were not Okumura's subordinates, judging from the atmosphere and their position.
"Being put on a show in front of a lot of people and having a video streamed. Yoi will be the one to show off your abilities in such a place, but isn't it going to be difficult for you to do your job in the future, Deska?"
The masked man calmly asked Rin.
"Nothing. It's not an ability that bothers me even if it's seen. It's not even my power."
She decides to give an answer that surprises the other person, and Rin suggests so. she's not lying There is also a nuance that asks her opponent's reaction.
"Confirmed again, Junko Yukioka continues to shoot mice at the 7th branch. Or her joker, Makoto Aizawa, may come as an assassin. Let's have them deal with it, and the situation will be a show. You can also be our opponent.Is that okay, Descane?
However, the masked man only unilaterally reconfirmed. Since he didn't get an interesting answer, Rin let out a sarcastic smile on her face.
"If work comes in one after another, I don't have anything to say. It's a composition that doesn't hurt anyone. Junko Yukioka can test mice, and you can make money by making it a show. It's inspiring. It's not a nice composition that makes everyone happy."
Except for those she kills - she adds quietly.
In her heart, Rin, and the other person inside Rin, feel uncomfortable with this organization, but she is Rin and she can't say anything about others. When she fell into the back alley, she even visited the Yukioka Laboratory for the purpose of murder.
"I can't imagine the difference between those who do it themselves, those who enjoy watching others do it, and those who turn it into a business." I think it's a little self-deprecating that they are all equally heretical.
"It is true that they are in a symbiotic relationship even though they are hostile, Death. Those who are preyed upon and discarded are Miss Yukioka's mice and the lower members of the group."
(Are you trying to say that we are in a safe zone and are on the prey side?)
Her angry voice echoes inside Rin. Rin accepted the job, but the other person seemed to dislike this composition.
"If you don't have anything else to do, can I take some time off?"
Out of concern for the other person in her self, Rin asks her to leave.
Perhaps the reason why he was summoned here is that the clown's masked executives will directly appraise him. Maybe that's why she's getting so much attention, but from Rin's point of view, she honestly doesn't care.
Afterwards, she exchanged a petty farewell greeting and Rin left her room.
(I'm getting more and more vomiting. And it's dangerous. I'm going to fight the mouse Junko Yukioka made again.)
"I don't mind though? It's fun to fight with people in the same position as me."
Rin muttered that while walking around the formalin-soaked presidential 7th branch building, spilling her smile.
"It's exciting. It's dangerous, so it's more fun. Next time, I'd like to ask for a more chewy partner."
(That's why I don't want you to die. I haven't found a successor yet.)
Rin let out a heavy sigh.
"Mr. Machida, what do you want me to do? Do you want to find a good partner, get married, and train your child in sorcery?"
(That's the ideal. Well, it doesn't have to be your child, but if possible, it's better to be a child or a young person who can learn.It takes a lot of time to train in magic.)
"I've never thought about getting married or having children, and I don't think there's any chance of that.
(If I live a long life, I might be able to have such a relationship. Therefore, I would not like to die early. I can't imagine my efforts to stay in this world in this way.)
Another person who exists within Rin--that's neither multiple personalities, nor a ghost possessing Rin. Two years ago, when Rin visited Yukioka Research Institute, it was transplanted into the brain tissue of a sorcerer named Hiroji Machida.
Hirotsugu Machida was born into a family of witchcraft that was passed down from generation to generation, and mainly worked as a bodyguard for dignitaries.
His predecessor has already passed away, and it takes more than ten years to train a sorcerer from when he was a child, so it's not possible while he's still alive.
Still, he didn't want to let go of this school, so after searching for a way to do it, he knocked on the gate of Yukioka Research Institute.
As a result, he survived by transplanting his spirit and power to another person, and even though the person who was transplanted was a woman with murderous desires, Machida thinks that it was better than dying as it was. .
(For the time being, if it gets dangerous, I will use the technique regardless of your will, so just keep that in mind. I just want to avoid being killed by you at all costs.)
"I mean, what are you going to do when I get married and have a baby, Mr. Machida? Are you desperately trying to turn a blind eye?"
(No... I never thought of that, but... are you listening to me?)
Machida let out a heavy sigh again in Rin's head as Rin didn't want to listen to her story seriously.