'Messiah' means savior.
Many games refer to the player as such, either explicitly or implicitly, and whether the player is a murderer or an actual saint, NPCs will refer to them as such in an aria.
It's a sacred title, with an aura of pure white and goodness, like a halo around an angel's head.
Ichijō Mirai thought he was a perfect match for the title.
But the others had a little bit of a problem with it, and Inuo Ichirō was in a trance when he left.
It was a trance of 'I know I have to agree with you, Mr. Player, but, Mr. Player, do you have any overlap with the savior?... I actually questioned you, it must be my problem'.
Then, there was Gin, who clearly didn't want to deal with the organization's best newcomer, "Me, ssi, ah?"
He called of his own accord, repeating the title word for word, and lapsed into silence.
After a long silence, he politely asked, "I heard you've traveled to many countries, which one has the customary 'Messiah' meaning devil?"
Polite, but more aggressive than polite.
Ichijō Mirai: "?"
"You're acting like me!"
"You don't smile when you're dealing with me, and you smile sixty times a minute when you're dealing with other people," He denounced, "I thought about your safety the moment I realized there was an ambush, and did my best to kill all of them to make sure you were safe, and instead of praising me you called me names."
"And now actually learn me to be eccentric."
And concluded, "You're not a good newbie instructor."
Gin: "..."
Too many loopholes.
If you're going to do it all at once, you'll have to do it word for word, and correct every single one of them.
"Newbie instructor?" He restrained, coldly, "I would have thought that you would have treated a teacher with more or less basic respect, rather than flippant 'politeness'."
It's not a "polite" attitude of 'Oh, right, I'm just talking nonsense seriously, if you don't refute me, you'll be sulking on your own, if you refute me and say I don't care, you'll be even angrier, that's right, I'm just messing with your mentality, what, do you have any opinions? Go ahead and get angry.'
Before Ichijō Mirai could speak, Gin spoke up again, interrupting what must have been an exasperating next sentence in advance, "Now that you've decided what you're going to call yourself during your non-codename membership, I'll let Rum know."
"That's what we'll call you when you don't get a codename."
Names are a lightning rod, after all.
"Messiah."
Gin called out the name again, paused for a few seconds, and then sneered: "Compared to you, most people in the organization are kind people."
Ichijō Mirai: "Thanks for the compliment."
After politely thanking him, he didn't say anything first, but glanced at his cell phone screen and realized that Gin had indeed hung up the phone directly, and couldn't help but sigh, "I knew it."
Gin's three characteristics: doesn't like to laugh, has a good temper, and likes to hang up the phone.
There are a lot of people who have a problem with this name, not just Inuo Ichirō and Gin, but there are also those who appreciate it, such as Rum.
On the first call, the first thing Rum says is to introduce himself, "I'm Rum."
The second word is confirmation. "Messiah?"
The third word is a compliment, "That's a nice, ironic name."
"If you inadvertently give away your existence during the time you're not given a code name, the police will instantly realize what a devil you are when they see a name like 'Messiah' and will probably jump out of their skin, ha ha ha."
There's something to be said for the code names of convicts.
If the code name is very scary and creepy, it's probably a very dangerous guy. If the code name is very bright and shiny, it's definitely ironic, and it's probably still a very dangerous guy.
"I'd love to see the police's face when they find out that Messiah is the leader of the terrorist attack. It's going to be great."
Rum laughed like a crocodile with a big mouth.
Ichijō Mirai: "."
He carefully looked at the phone screen and confirmed that this phone was indeed the organization's phone. Unrelated people could not call it. He could only say inexplicably, "You really love to laugh."
Can you please stop laughing? You have good taste, but not much, and you are not polite at all.
Rum stopped laughing and snorted in displeasure, "You..."
As if he had something to worry about, "Never mind, in three months at most, you'll become a codename member."
He then said, "The mission site has been set up, I'm sending someone to pick you up."
"Remember, black clothes."
Members of the organization wear black clothes when they go on a mission.
Not only the clothes, but also the car that picked them up was black, and the driver of the car, also dressed in black, bowed his head slightly in respect as Ichijō Mirai boarded the car.
"You've seen the information," Rum said, "the destination is the Tokyo Metropolitan Council, the target of the mission is Uemoto Tarō, you just joined the organization, you don't have any contact with that guy,"
He was obviously unhappy with Uemoto Tarō, "Tsk."
"There's a lot of eyes on him today, it's a pain in the ass."
And he asked Ichijō Mirai, "Are you sure you don't want to claim responsibility for the terrorist attack under the name Messiah?"
"The police's face will be more colorful than a palette when they hear your name, and the police's face will be even more colorful when they hear it internationally... Don't worry about being exposed... You're not using the organization's code name anyway... haha."
And, "If you do not declare claim, others see that you do not have the intention to come forward, will be claimed for you."
After all, it was such a big deal that it rocked Tokyo in just one day, and by now, all of Japan knows that there was a vicious terrorist attack in Tokyo that killed so many people.
It's not uncommon for a convict who wants to gain notoriety to claim a few more terrorist attacks that aren't his own.
"No, I'm not interested," Ichijō Mirai said as he surveyed the street outside the car window, gauging how far it was to his destination, "Let me know if anyone claims it."
Rum: "Let you know?"
The car was moving fast, getting closer to its destination, and it would only take about two or three minutes to reach the place where the councilors were meeting.
Ichijō Mirai scanned his surroundings more carefully, estimating his exit route after sneaking into the meeting place to kill Uemoto Tarō, "Well, I'm not interested in marking claims like a dog, but I'm interested in a dog that marks claims at will."
He's not going to publicly declare 'Messiah is responsible for the terrorist attack', but he's going to take care of the guys who do.
Rum responded with a hearty laugh, "That's quite a character."
"You're really a difficult person to get along with, and you seem to have a deep hatred for taking credit for things you're used to in the workplace."
The laughter sounded a little bit guilty.
Ichijō Mirai reminds me of Rum's setting:
It was Gin's comment.
If he's a loser and he's still a member with a codename, either the organization is equally bad, or he's got a backer, or he's stealing from his colleagues.
Probably all three, probably two out of three.
"Well," Ichijō Mirai said calmly, "I like to chop off the claws that stick out."
"I'm here."
Rum smiled again, "Young people these days, they're really something to be messed with."
He commanded, "When you get off the bus, there's a seven-story building at three o'clock, see it? Go up."
Ichijō Mirai looked up and said, "Go up?"
Why go up?
Shouldn't you just sneak in and kill everyone and leave with a clean slate? Even if you don't just knock on the door and break into the meeting place, you should still sneak in through the back door, right? What are you doing on the 7th floor rooftop?
It can't be...
"There are sniper rifles on the rooftop."
Rum rightfully replied, "The drop-off point is 700 meters away from the meeting place, so there are sniper rifles and plenty of bullets on the rooftop."
"Gin says you're a good shot."
He encourages, "Go for it."
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
The good news: you've worked hard to sneak up on your shooting skills.
Bad news: only police guns.