Ichijō Mirai: "..."
He wore a somewhat marvelous expression that was somewhere in the middle of 'amazed' and 'disgusted'.
"You really are."
Thinking, and thinking again, Ichijō Mirai was convinced, "Mature and stable."
How could he say that without changing his color!
Ichijō Mirai himself isn't that brazen!
He can't even say 'I'm more police than the police' with the shamelessness of a moral Messiah.
What, cleaning up a bunch of black ops, cleaning up an organization that wants to assassinate a congressman, and cleaning up three batches of FBI is 'more police than a lot of police'?
...It seems so.
That's not true.
Ichijō Mirai, somewhat shocked by his own great kindness, goodness, and nobility of character, was convinced by Morofushi Hiromitsu, "I'd love to disagree,"
"But you're right."
He surveyed Morofushi Hiromitsu's demeanor, "So you're telling me this because you want to..."
To join the 'Savior Squad'?
It's not impossible.
The great Messiah would like to work with his companions to clean up those police bastards with noble character and tearful morals.
Those who are already police assholes, of course, should be cleaned up.
And those who aren't, but will be, must be cleaned up as well.
So how do we test whether Morofushi Hiromitsu is a great, qualified, and good person to join the Savior Squad?
Is it 'kill the police in a bank robbery', 'gather the police on the spot and kill them all', or 'kill the Tokyo Police Department'?
It's a bit of a sweet dilemma.
Sweet in the sense that if Morofushi Hiromitsu hesitates and refuses to do it, then he is not that moral, not that kind, and is attempting to deceive, and Ichijō Mirai will not hesitate to kill him.
If Morofushi Hiromitsu did not hesitate to do it, then he was very noble, very kind and compassionate, and Ichijō Mirai will not hesitate to kill him.
...How can someone be kinder, softer, and more moral than the player? This is not a kick in the pants!
The dull streetlights lit up in Morofushi Hiromitsu's eyes, not extinguished, just a few light glimmers, "I want,"
He said slowly, "To let you think of us as companions."
What?
Ichijō Mirai narrowed his eyes in confusion, "Whether or not I treat you as companions was never the point, was it?"
"What matters is whether or not you think of me as a companion."
Whether or not he considered these students as his companions was of course not the point, anyway, to him, enemies, strangers, and companions were not clear-cut existences, they were all in the same fishbowl, and it was purely a matter of who was unlucky enough to be caught out and tortured by him.
The key is whether or not the students will still consider Ichijō Mirai as a companion when they find out his identity as 'Satan'.
Not everyone is Morofushi Hiromitsu, and Ichijō Mirai thought the answer was obvious: No. But then he realized that Morofushi Hiromitsu was not the same person.
But then he realized that Morofushi Hiromitsu couldn't help but smile, and answered without hesitation, "Of course."
"They don't know, but even if they did, they would treat you as a companion,"
As long as Ichijō Mirai was still 'Messiah', still growing up in the muck of darkness, but shining brightly, not going into the darkness, but rising in the daytime, becoming the sun that countless people worshipped.
As long as he doesn't favor 'Satan'.
"I was able to decipher your secret, so my ability is not bad, so I can meet the standard of your companion, right?"
Morofushi Hiromitsu said, "Not a companion in a bar who just does what you tell him to do and performs actions with a 100% chance of winning."
At the bar, Ichijō Mirai didn't directly participate in the action, but commanded it remotely.
From a normal perspective, it would seem that all police cadets are considered companions.
But that's not true.
A college student taking a second-grade math test would fill in the answers with ease, not minding to smile at the second-graders, or even whispering instructions, explaining the last big question as if it were a lecture.
But would it be so easy to be so relaxed during a final exam at a university?
The bar, for Ichijō Mirai, was a second-grade math test, and considering that the bar was a black territory, and considering that he knew the bar like the back of his hand, Morofushi Hiromitsu surmised that he had received detailed information from 'Satan'.
The bank was a place where the black forces had no control, and 'Satan' couldn't tell Ichijō Mirai about every corridor, every route, every secret room, etc. It was a 'final exam' for the university.
This time, Ichijō Mirai was answering a high math paper.
Instead of leisurely whispering the questions to his classmates, he would solve the problem on his own, without any drag, and would answer the entire paper, stuck at the end of the exam.
But a bank robbery is not an exam, it's a confrontation between red and blue.
On the red side, you can't just watch Ichijō Mirai frown as he answers the questions while you wait for the test to end, and then share the scores when they come out.
Morofushi Hiromitsu will take the test.
To participate in the exam as a 'companion', to make sure that Ichijō Mirai is not just a person, but a companion to whom he can safely give his back.
"I want us to be companions who, even if the success rate is only 50%, 40%, 30%, or even 1%, you still trust us and will give us the chance to overcome levels that you're not even 100% sure of."
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
...Huh?
Ichijō Mirai thought, and thought, and thought, and thought, "But if we're not 100% sure, aren't we just sending you to your deaths?"
You'll still have to read the save file.
What kind of a strange and troublesome request is that?
"But life isn't always 100%," Said Morofushi Hiromitsu, "and we're police officers."
"We have to show up where it's not 100%, and try to get as much as possible, even if it's just a little bit more survival rate for the people who need protection."
His tone was flat, "Just as you've gotten us 100 percent time and time again."
It was as plain as a statement of fact.
And it was.
Anyone can avoid a less-than-percent-survivable event, a less-than-percent-survivable course of action, but not the military police.
All human instincts are to avoid natural and man-made disasters, only the military and the police can't.
All people can let their instincts of self-preservation take precedence over their instincts of protecting others, only the military and police can't do that.
"...Very good words," Ichijō Mirai commented, "but, not of this world."
These words are not in line with most of the police in this world.
For the police of this world, the police that Morofushi Hiromitsu aspired to was an unattainable ideal, an impossible dream.
"Yes," Morofushi Hiromitsu smiled, "but you belong to this world."
"You're the closest thing to my ideal existence of anyone I've ever met."
He held out his hand, "I've already shown what I'm capable of by deciphering your secret, haven't I?"
"How about my ideal police officer, would you like to consider us as companions?"
"Bank. Together?"
The hand that had just held the gun was spread out with stiff knuckles because of the cold night air and the sniper's rifle.
Ichijō Mirai glanced at it without reaching out, "Wow."
That's quite a compliment...
Morofushi Hiromitsu looked at Ichijō Mirai, who had no intention of reaching out, "Just a reminder, you can't get rid of me anymore."
The moment Morofushi Hiromitsu realized that 'Messiah' and 'Satan' were brothers, Ichijō Mirai couldn't get rid of him, he was like a vine that wrapped itself around a tree silently and tightly, and the tree would be broken even if he had to pull it out completely.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
"I really want to say, I know you're in a hurry, but please don't rush, I'm not abandoning you, but I'm going to spend some time, raiding the inside of the bank, and when it's time to act, I'm not going to let you guys off the hook, and you're not going to be able to get away with it."
At the moment when you have to use your life to try to get through, not only the red camp, not only the blue camp, not only the general public, passing by a dog, all have to be carried by Ichijō Mirai to try to get through.
There's no way the five from the red camp can escape.
"That said, there's a subtle sense of asking you to die."
While backtracking to find a way to get through the game, someone will definitely die.
Ichijō Mirai can even take his own life, so he doesn't care about other people's deaths, he doesn't have any sense of guilt, but: "Your request, it's like 'please order me to die'."
Then, if you really let this guy die, won't you satisfy this guy?
"It's fine to agree to act together," he demanded, "but I promised you one thing, so you have to promise me one thing, right?"
Morofushi Hiromitsu immediately said, "It doesn't have to be 'secrecy', I won't tell your secret to anyone else."
Ichijō Mirai smiled politely, "I didn't mean to mention 'secrecy'."
Only at the very beginning, I had casually thought about silencing you.
But Morofushi Hiromitsu knew too much, and reading the last few days was clearly not enough; the first clue dated back to the instructor's conversation, which was so long ago that it would be too much trouble to go back in time now, and Ichijō Mirai refused.
He was seriously considering: what to ask for?
He didn't really have anything to do with Morofushi Hiromitsu, he just agreed to a request, and not making a request was always a kind of gamer-esque displeasure of being taken advantage of, like doing a quest and not getting any reward.
After thinking for a moment, Ichijō Mirai didn't come up with anything that he had to need Morofushi Hiromitsu to do, and he snapped his fingers, "Never mind, I'll owe you for now,"
"In the future, when I need a runner to buy me breakfast at 3 a.m., a sucker who can lend me millions, a poor guy who can take the blame, etc., I'll look for you again."
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
This, this is all...
This is very Ichijō Mirai.
"Well," Morofushi Hiromitsu sighed, "is that a promise?"
"If I'm going to honor my agreement, you'd better make your demands quickly," he cautioned.
He cautioned, "preferably within three years."
"I hate to be the bearer of bad intentions, but in a few months, we'll be full-fledged police officers, and we'll be on some very dangerous missions, and if we don't honor the agreement for too long,"
"Then I might."
Morofushi Hiromitsu didn't finish the sentence, but only smiled, and waved an open hand, signaling Ichijō Mirai to clap his hands in cooperation.
The player is a bit of a rebel.
Ichijō Mirai glanced at the hand for a few moments, pulled his pistol out, and unloaded one of the bullets, "OK, token, look closely."
He slapped the bullet in Morofushi Hiromitsu's hand, "From now on, while you're still alive, if I show you this token, then I'll let you go east,"
"..." Morofushi Hiromitsu sighed, "I will never go west?"
"I'll let you die."
"I'll never live?"
"I'll let you steal chickens,"
"...And I'll never pet the dog?"
"I'll make you bark."
"..."
"Huh?"
"...And I'll never catcall."
"Very well," Ichijō Mirai was satisfied, retrieving the red-painted bullet from Morofushi Hiromitsu's hand and carelessly slipping it into his uniform jacket pocket, "Say, how do we contact those guys?"
He strides forward, "Since you caught up with us and made the troublesome and strange request to 'take you as companions', you must be able to contact them, right?"
Morofushi Hiromitsu stood in place for a few seconds, stifling a chuckle and shaking his head before catching up, "Well, I gave them the address of our destination and told them to meet us in thirty minutes."
Ichijō Mirai: "You're very confident."
"But without the confidence of a 'Messiah' in command," Morofushi Hiromitsu asked in a joking tone, "How did you originally plan to rob the bank, Commander?"
The original plan for robbing the bank was to kick in late at night, go straight to the door, walk through the bank by yourself, and get a feel for the inside.
But that didn't work for the team.
Ichijō Mirai didn't have to think, he just raised his eyebrows and thought about how he'd announce his plan and how his companions would be quick to grab his hands, legs, and waist, trying to convince him to calm down, that it was a fake bank robbery, not a real one.
"There's been a change of plan, soldier," He replied, also in a joking tone, "and now the plan of action is..."
"We're going to have to get tough and outwit them."
*
It was a beautiful afternoon, and the Beika Bank was peaceful and quiet.
The bank staff was in a delicate state: tense, but not completely tense.
Tense, because no matter what staff, are two and more than two people together, and in the lobby of the staff, almost all of the time to look at the door, in the face of young male customers, will be a few extra points of spirit, every ten minutes a team of security guards set out on patrol, and in the middle of the patrol will appear a few times with the colleague patrol intersection, after fifteen minutes to return to the rest area, waiting for the next patrol.
Not completely tense, because the system is harsh, but the implementation of the staff have a few minutes because of a long time tense and produce a sense of relaxation.
Such was the case with the line of security guards patrolling the back door.
They did not notice that when they turned to the back door, a figure flashed into the back door, not to mention that when they left, another figure flashed into the back door.
The two figures stepped into the stairwell one after the other.