TETSUKI'S POV
"The system is unfair, cruel, and a vile thing that should have never been created."
{Keep that up, and people will think you're talking about me.}
"I'm talking about both of you," I say while crossing my arms and walking down the street covered in dirt, mud, and other..... things.
I try my best to dodge all of it. I'm on my way to the place that manages all the income, or what we like to call it, the devil's hanger. They mercilessly collect from the poor with no regard for our well-being so that they can keep fueling this stupid war they are fighting against humans.
{Isn't th-....}
"I ate shit", I stop and say to the panel.
{Fair enough, but that's not what I meant.}
"What is it, then?"
{I wanted to say, Isn't that shit you just stepped on?}
Not even bothering to look, knowing it's probably there, I keep walking. I turn into a street that looks slightly more renovated than the others, but apart from that, it looks terrible in its own way.
The road leading to the devil's hanger at the end of it looked like someone had torn it like paper at multiple points. The surrounding buildings had holes of different sizes all over them, with burn marks everywhere else where there weren't holes.
The devil's hanger seemed lightly guarded with only two fully armored soldiers; the armor itself looked worn out from overuse, and the guard's eyes seemed heavy with stress like they hadn't slept for days.
As I approached, they both visibly tensed up, and it dawned on me that I probably wasn't the only one that hated this place, and some extremists must have decided to do things their way.
{You do have a plan for this, right?}
"Of course I... " I'm stopped when a chain suddenly wraps around me and an axe is held to my throat, all in the blink of an eye.
"State your business, Now!", ordered the first guard.
"I want permission to clean the road", I said fearfully.
Whenever I speak to people in this world, my vocabulary deteriorates like I wasn't educated.....technically I wasn't, but still.
The first guard walks up to me cautiously while gripping the chain tightly. He slowly brings out a note from a small pouch with a pen, then writes something and places it on my shirt. It disappears and sinks into my shirt.
"uhm what-"
"Silence!!" I fall into silence again, and they begin searching me up and down.
Damn, what have they been through to be this thorough?
{What did you expect when an office that controls the money is in the slums where the people hate anyone who has more money than them?}
Well, either way, this seems a bit excessive.
{Would you not do the same thing?}
I'd probably just kill everyone.
{Exactly.}
Anyway, we got what we came here for, and after an eternity of them searching me, they let me go. I walk back home with my legs a bit shaky from fear.
{What now?}
Get suited up and clean; they will pay me a small amount, but the rest of the money can come from helping the people clean, although it's going to be for free so that I can gain their trust.
Then I'll use the manure and dead bodies as fertilizers, considering people here are uneducated and wouldn't know that.
{So more slice-of-life bullshit.}
You call it that, and I call it making money.
We reach my house, where I prepare the place where I'll store the shit and bodies and the place where I'll get rid of trash that isn't useful.
It's a good thing I have a shovel, [earth magic], and I'm a wolf with demon blood, so digging shouldn't be a problem. Now let's start.