There are always a few NPCs that surprise Ichijō Mirai, some positively, some negatively, and some more complexly.
Morofushi Hiromitsu was always one of the best.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
What Morofushi Hiromitsu had said, he knew some of it, the system was clear and unambiguous about the cadet's obedience to him, but...
He pondered, and pondered, and double pondered, and when he opened his mouth to speak, he barely spoke in his normal tone of voice, "The fact that you would say such a thing complicates my feelings somewhat."
It's like the complicated feeling of seeing a crab aggressively using its pincers to put a lid on the pot, eagerly turning red in the pot, and posing prettily before it's cooked.
And, "Your wording,"
Ichijō Mirai pondered again, expressing his subtle feelings with a twist, "Could you not be so 'money-counting'?"
The one who counts the money after he's been sold.
He sighed calmly.
"Ah, it doesn't go that far," Morofushi Hiromitsu understood the words and retorted flatly, "a human who is seriously injured faints on the road, is saved by a passerby, is taken care of, recovers from his injuries, becomes a brother to the rescuer, and often visits the rescuer's home to help with the cleanup and delivery of daily necessities or souvenirs, and often helps out in every way that he can. and often help in every way he can."
"If someone said that the rescuer had taken advantage of the situation and that the injured person had been sold for money, would you agree?"
No.
"To us, you are just the kind-hearted person passing by," He said, "although you probably don't think it's a big deal to save a wounded person. It's just a piece of cake for you."
"I've been meaning to say it for a long time now, you're a love it or hate it kind of guy."
Said Morofushi Hiromitsu as his eyes shifted a bit to the side, "You probably have a good idea of what kind of person you are, and know your strengths and weaknesses, only, probably, you over-amplify your weaknesses and under-estimate your strengths,"
"In our opinion, you absolutely advantages than disadvantages, the advantages are light, you are a sun that shines brightly and makes all the disadvantages insignificant."
"Except..."
"'Satan'."
That's why Morofushi Hiromitsu looked away.
He didn't want to see Ichijō Mirai frowning, his expression revealing 'How can my blood relative be my flaw?' He didn't want to see Ichijō Mirai frowning with an expression that revealed 'How can my blood relatives be my faults?
The kind of executioner who is so cruel and cold, so bloody that there is no bottom line, is not worthy to be compared to Ichijō Mirai.
Ichijō Mirai's only flaw is that he is a sunspot.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
That's the problem: If Morofushi Hiromitsu knew he was 'Satan', why did he treat him that way?
He rejected 'Satan', but he was reluctant to show that he wasn't rejecting 'Satan', and he was being very intimate with him.
It can't be because Morofushi Hiromitsu's attitude towards 'Satan' is similar to Ichijō Mirai's attitude towards Gin, an open-eyed slur of 'good-hearted soft-hearted mafia', right?
Ichijō Mirai thought.
He controlled his pupils and stared at Morofushi Hiromitsu, watching every expression on the gentle student's face, not hiding the fact that he could actually control his pupils.
No, it's not 'not hiding', it's deliberately showing it.
In those red eyes, the pupils were bowed in the shape of an arc of the moon, like a blood moon hanging high in the dark sky, which could be clearly seen once Morofushi Hiromitsu refocused his eyes.
But Morofushi Hiromitsu didn't turn around, he still shifted his eyes and accepted Ichijō Mirai's gaze flatly, not intending to change his tone, but instead repeating his point, "There is only one real flaw in you."
Ichijō Mirai gazed at Morofushi Hiromitsu, and spoke, "Now that you know I'm 'Satan'..."
He suddenly paused, his ears twitched, his body straightened up, and he turned directly from his sitting position on the windowsill, looking in the direction of the factory.
Almost at the moment he looked over, far away, there was a silencer suppressed the sound of gunfire came steeply.
"Boom!"
It was followed by a series of shots, "Boom!"
Morofushi Hiromitsu reacted quickly and immediately went to set up his sniper rifle, and through the sniper scope, he saw the situation on the other side of the factory: the robbers were no longer cowering inside the factory, but rather, some of them were in the open space outside the factory, and some of them were running wildly inside the factory, as if they were chasing after someone.
He caught a glimpse of several of the robbers pursuing a police-uniformed figure, sharpened his eyes, shot one of the robbers decisively in the leg, and briefly reported to Ichijō Mirai, "They've begun to move, and the robbers are making an urgent interception."
The window ledge was too narrow, only about four or five centimeters, for the sniper rifle to be able to stand, it was actually set up on the ledge and the air conditioner outside the window, but the air conditioner was not quite able to withstand the movement of the sniper rifle shot, and let out a dull thud.
Ichijō Mirai bent his leg over the edge of the window and stepped to the side to give Morofushi Hiromitsu room to snipe, while he himself lowered his head and turned on the intercom.
As soon as he turned it on, the intercom, which had been quiet for a long time, instantly became noisy: "Hey...!"
"You guys!"
"Say something!"
"'Kujō Mirai'!"
"Morofushi Hiromitsu!"
"I knew it! You two are talking about something unseemly again! Is there anything we can't hear! Speak up! I know you're listening!!!"
"Stop talking!"
It was Matsuda Jinpei.
His angry voice echoed throughout the room, causing Morofushi Hiromitsu's hand to pause as he fired his second shot, "Hey, Morofushi Hiromitsu, that guy didn't take the walkie-talkie and put it there, did he? Hurry up and get it back!"
"You'd better not be using me as a background soundtrack to your classmate's conversation!"
Every sentence, Matsuda Jinpei puts a heavy exclamation point.
Beyond the exclamation points, there was the sound of him frantically running and shooting back, and the sound of a student denouncing his classmates who had collided head-on with one of the robbers and quickly rolled over and knocked him down.
"..." Ichijō Mirai pressed the talk button, "Wow."
Unlike a phone, a walkie-talkie can't be heard while one party is holding down the talk button.
If Matsuda Jinpei had been angry, he wouldn't have heard Ichijō Mirai's rebuttal.
Soon, he reacted to the sniper fire by stopping speaking one sentence after another, widening the gap between condemnation and denunciation, and testing, somewhat suspiciously, "Hello?"
"Wow," Ichijō Mirai added in a provocative tone that Matsuda Jinpei hadn't heard, "I didn't realize that Matsuda-san had talent as a singer, have you ever thought about doing a dolphin sound?"
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."
When the intercom heard a voice again, it was just some trivial noises, including but not limited to the sound of running, breathing, not-so-close gunshots, and the not-so-important 'Ahhh!' sound.
Ichijō Mirai put down his walkie-talkie and exclaimed to the silent Morofushi Hiromitsu, "It's all ineffective noise... I see that the battle over there is fierce."
Then he urged as if nothing had happened, "Why have you stopped? Keep sniping and assisting everyone, my observer."
The voice of Furuya Rei came over the intercom again, this time not Matsuda Jinpei's voice.
He gave a quick report on the current situation.
One, they've found the hostages, they've rendezvoused, and they're being evacuated.
Two, they found the hijackers' cars.
The robbers had five cars, some parked together, some parked far away.
They didn't have the keys.
But they have Matsuda Jinpei.
For some reason, Matsuda Jinpei went above and beyond the call of duty, easily starting four of the cars with the mechanical key as if he were chopping up a melon, and accidentally destroying one of the cars by overdoing it, but they had already targeted the car, and were getting into their cars and starting to leave the factory in small groups, so the robbers couldn't catch up with them in their cars, and would have to track them down on foot, so there was no need to worry.
The only one to worry about is the energetic Matsuda.
Three, after three minutes, they'll race around in circles to the sniper site, and Ichijō Mirai and Morofushi Hiromitsu will need to get in the car in a very short period of time, and will not need to carry firearms.
Four. "Morofushi-san,"
Furuya Rei called out in a very rusty, polite tone, "Matsuda-san proposes: a nickname for dear Mirai-san, otherwise when shouting in anger, 'Mirai-san' is a bit emotionally lacking, and 'Kujō Mirai' seems a bit light,"
Because 'Kujō Mirai' doesn't seem to be Ichijō Mirai's real name.
When I wanted to scold someone, I didn't even call them by the right name, and I felt like I had punched a cotton ball in the face.
"After the first hearing of the 'Victims' League', among the options of 'take a nickname', 'must take a nickname', and 'not only take a nickname, but also take revenge on dear Messiah-sama', out of my personal anger and sense of humor, I have a total of four votes on my side that firmly favor 'must take a nickname', may I ask for your opinion, Morofushi-san?"
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
He lowered his sniper rifle and looked at the big scene over at the factory from afar, and after confirming that the agitation had shifted from inside the factory to the outside and was starting to flow outward, he silently reached out and pressed the intercom's talk button, "Um..."
"Hello, Furuya-san," he said in a serious manner, "Since I'm just an observer who is loyal to the sniper and is less than a meter away from the sniper in a straight line, I think I should vote no."
The intercom quickly responded, "Alright Morofushi-san, thank you for your precious vote at the cost of your life, so now it's four against one, and the court has ruled that we will have to come up with a nickname for our dear Savior-sama that is a good enough substitute for his real name."
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
What's with the court...
You just left your teammates for a while, didn't you? That's too much! Childish!
He let go of the walkie-talkie and commented, "Five childish bastards."
"Get ready, we should head downstairs, we've only got a few seconds to get on the bus."
The sound of Furuya Rei's voice in the background was the sound of cars traveling at breakneck speeds and taking sharp turns, interspersed with the occasional fragmentary gunshot, making it sound like a tight battle.
On the next intercom, he stopped joking and sounded serious, "They're coming up on us with some motorcycles from the warehouse."
"We'll be there soon, wait for us at the intersection, I'll open the door and pull over, you get in right away, over."
Morofushi Hiromitsu replied, "Roger."
They went downstairs.
Ichijō Mirai wasn't sure about the rest, but from today, he was sure of one thing: Furuya Rei was a fast driver.
So fast that he heard the sound of a car rising up into the sky before he could walk down the stairs, and stood at the intersection for a few moments, the sound of the car already tickling his ears, before it even came into view.
About a minute, the surrounding buildings only vaguely vibrate, a white shadow from the street thrown over, all the way across the intersection, in the close position before braking sharply, the rear end of the car drifted up a few points, open the door like a huge banana fan as a violent fan.
Ichijō Mirai avoided the door, let Morofushi Hiromitsu get in first, glanced at the motorcycle figure at the end of the street, and jumped in after him.
Leaving the door open, he poked his upper body out of the car door and fired a few shots with one hand on the roof of the car and one hand on his pistol without changing his expression as the car started to move at breakneck speed again.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The sound of gunshots was random.
The sound of the motorcycle, which was almost overpowering the sound of the car, was disrupted for a moment, followed by the sound of the car crashing heavily into a building.
Furuya Rei, who was driving the car, kept his eyes on the road in front of him, not slowing down for the first time, but just whistled, "A hit in such a situation? Impressive, Messiah-san."
Ichijō Mirai closed the door, accepting the compliment with open arms as the car swayed from side to side, "Of course."
"Well," Morofushi Hiromitsu was hesitant to say anything, "actually,"
Actually, Ichijō Mirai seems to have missed, and the motorcycle crashed into the building because he panicked at the sound of gunfire.
He swallowed before he could say it, and changed the subject, "Is this the hostage?"
There were five people in the car, and in addition to those who had just gotten in, there were Matsuda Jinpei and Suzuki Sonoko in the passenger seat.
Suzuki Sonoko had to hold on to his shirt to keep herself from being thrown out of the window, and he was the one who stabilized himself with his arms and legs against the surrounding area without wearing a seatbelt.
In the midst of falling around, she was looking at Ichijō Mirai, her hair a little disheveled, her green eyes shining brightly like a lively sunflower in full bloom.
Noticing her expression, Morofushi Hiromitsu was startled and subconsciously looked at Ichijō Mirai.
Ichijō Mirai was looking at the system prompt.
The students are working hard to free the hostage, and the hostage is working hard to be freed, they're running in both directions, so the hostage is extra generous, with a blue bar of 65 points.
Well, it's [65%].
Ichijō Mirai was awestruck, instantly forgiving himself for not being able to get a perfect score from his previous efforts, "Sokuichi."
He almost applauded and shook his head in admiration, "Skokichi!"
That's amazing!
It really wasn't him, it was the hostages! It's the world's problem!
The hostage's blue bar is going up and down in bits and pieces, and the most recent one was just triggered: [Motivated, blue bar going up, currently at [70%].]
Uh-huh?
The system screen was light blue, and when Ichijō Mirai's eyes fell on the alert in the lower right corner, the alert column automatically zoomed into the center of his field of view, and he just managed to move his eyes up to look at the hostage, and saw Suzuki Sonoko's glowing expression through the light blue screen.
"Fox!"
She clutched at Matsuda Jinpei's clothing by the shoulders, fell backward toward the front of the car from the recoil, almost toppling over backwards, and sat up quickly, her hair disheveled and her eyes bright, "Woah!"
"Woah, woah what woah," Matsuda Jinpei's face was a little pale with blood color staining out near his other arm as he glanced diagonally at the backseat, "ah yes, yes, yes, yes, this guy is that darned guy, the evil fox from the bedtime story,"
"I can't believe that even a child can accurately see through your true colors, the first time I saw you I thought you weren't human!"
Ichijō Mirai raised an eyebrow and mimicked Matsuda Jinpei's tone of voice, reaching out to Suzuki Sonoko, "Injured? I can't believe that Matsuda-san could be injured in such an easy mission, alas."
"Come here."
The latter was addressed to Suzuki Sonoko.
Matsuda Jinpei was about to say that Ichijō Mirai hadn't taken off his police uniform yet, and that Suzuki Sonoko might be scared and might not be willing to go over there since she hadn't seen him before, when she obediently reached out and jumped at Ichijō Mirai very happily.
Suzuki Sonoko even took the initiative to adjust her position to make it easier for Ichijō Mirai to hug her, her pupils a little lighter in color, almost brightening to a clear mint green.
She whispered shyly, "You're so handsome, Fox-sama."
"Can I marry you?"
...
Ichijō Mirai.
Ichijō Mirai: "?"
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
Ichijō Mirai lowers his head to meet Suzuki Sonoko, who's obviously at most ten years old, and then shifts his gaze downward to her pinkish-white cheeks, which are slightly pudgy from baby fat.
He: "..."
The world has turned upside down when even a child of a few years old can say things that would make a dog shake its head.