The sky was dark and the crowd was clamoring.
The neon light on the right dipped and burned a faint red color above the field of vision. Morofushi Hiromitsu's eyes fell on Ichijō Mirai in front of him on the left, and saw that he suddenly stopped in the middle of the crowd.
With the crowd still flowing, Ichijō Mirai looked like a stone in a babbling brook, thinking, "I knew it..."
In a matter of seconds, his demeanor had changed drastically, if before it was a brilliant golden white cloud on a sunny day, now it was a dark cloud full of water that could be easily wrung out into a large bucket of rainwater by simply grabbing it.
The change was obvious to Morofushi Hiromitsu, who had been watching Ichijō Mirai, and he sidestepped the crowd, reaching out to gather the dark clouds in his hands and asking, "What's wrong?"
He heard Ichijō Mirai's whispered thoughts, "The second batch can be put off for now, need to confirm the number of the first batch that need to be rescued urgently first, and take them away urgently before their bloodstains are empty..."
"But the number of people is too many..."
While muttering to himself, Ichijō Mirai had already turned his steps around and started walking in a precise direction.
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "?"
As he watched Ichijō Mirai's back, his steps paused, and for a moment, he felt a vague uneasiness in his heart.
It was as if something big was about to happen, something unknown, something like a heavy black cloud of uncertainty, as if if if he went any further, he would be stepping into a dangerous situation.
But Ichijō Mirai was already moving forward.
So after a few seconds of hesitation, Morofushi Hiromitsu waved away the sudden uneasiness and quickly followed.
...
It's dark, and the crowd is noisy.
A neon sign to his right swings into view, and Morofushi Hiromitsu looks to his left toward Ichijō Mirai.
In the crowd, Ichijō Mirai, who had stopped walking, was moving his shoulders, and he was wearing an expression of rustiness that was rarely seen, and was saying, "I see that if you save a person in a critical state first, those who are trapped in the vicinity will break down, and even if they are rescued afterward, they will be anxious, and may even commit suicide..."
"I don't really understand..."
"It should be a specific state in a specific situation, like after a car accident, some people are seriously injured and still alive without any abnormality."
"But," he was still continuing to eye shift, a rare heart, "the anger towards the rescuer, should, should not last forever right..."
"Ah, it's not anger that I'm hated, it's deserved, it's fine then."
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "?"
What is this, reflection? Introspection? I'm not sure.
Did the sun come out of the west?!
Oh no, Ichijō Mirai didn't speak with an expression of embarrassment and guilt, it was an 'I'm like this, so what' pose, so it's fine.
The episode where the victim is the hardest hitter.
As a victim of Ichijō Mirai's constant frustration, Morofushi Hiromitsu slowly clenches his fists, pretending to be angry, in order to alleviate the strong feeling of uneasiness that suddenly spreads when he sees Ichijō Mirai stop in his tracks.
He followed Ichijō Mirai.
...
It was dark and noisy.
The neon lights were blinking, but Morofushi Hiromitsu's eyes didn't even blink as he watched Ichijō Mirai.
At the moment when Ichijō Mirai's steps stopped, and he went from jumping around to pinching the back of his neck a little tiredly, a strong uneasiness suddenly coalesced in his heart, and he opened his mouth almost uncontrollably: "Wait, Mi-"
"I hate all corners equally," Ichijō Mirai rolled his neck, "especially corners that can't even support my weight!"
He wasn't jumpy, but he was murderous, "It takes a long time to get to the department store from here, but it only takes five minutes to get to the rat hole!"
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "?"
W-what?
...
It's dark and noisy.
In the neon light, Morofushi Hiromitsu is watching Ichijō Mirai.
He saw Ichijō Mirai, who had been strolling along happily, suddenly turn around.
"I'm in a hurry, I'm in a real hurry," Ichijō Mirai said as he recognized the direction and calmed Morofushi Hiromitsu down, "My rat just bit the gate and I had to go home and electrocute him,"
"See you later!"
Morofushi Hiromitsu:"?"
...
It's dark, the crowd is loud.
Ichijō Mirai is thinking.
...
It's dark, the crowd is noisy.
Ichijō Mirai is spinning.
...
It's dark, the crowd is noisy.
Ichijō Mirai is in a zombie-like frenzy.
...
It's dark and noisy.
Ichijō Mirai is looking for a cat climbing frame and falls asleep on the spot.
...
It's dark and noisy.
Ichijō Mirai continues to freak out.
...
The sky is noisy.
Morofushi Hiromitsu stopped.
The crowds were moving, neon lights dipped past the right side of his vision, and he closed his eyes as if he had been burned, then opened them slowly after a few seconds to look at Ichijō Mirai in front of him on the left.
To his left, Ichijō Mirai had also stopped in the middle of the crowd, but not completely, he looked lively and relaxed, and when Morofushi Hiromitsu looked over, he turned around and waved, "Here, Morofushi~"
"Come on, send a message to the others, just say..."
He put his hand on Morofushi Hiromitsu's shoulder, and while saying it skillfully and briefly as if he had said it a million times before, he casually took a notebook from a passerby, "Excuse me, let me borrow it for a moment, Morofushi, pay up."
"Wallet in the left pocket, bills on the third level, take two."
"Okay, take some pictures and send them along."
"Then contact the instructor..."
Then contact the instructor and tell Seicho Matsumoto: "Help, the sky is falling, the evil and unscrupulous organization has struck again, this time targeting a department store with a lot of people coming and going, if 50 police and 30 firefighters don't arrive in 15 minutes, and the hospital doesn't issue an emergency notification in advance to get the whole hospital up to speed, then...
Morofushi Hiromitsu is listening.
Ichijō Mirai was talking so fast that he had to listen and type at the same time in order to keep up, otherwise he wouldn't be able to remember so much and would have to ask again.
He shouldn't have been able to keep up, Ichijō Mirai was talking too fast, but the words seemed familiar as they drifted in and out.
But as the familiar words drifted through his mind, his hand moved as if it had a sense of self-awareness, and he typed out the notification almost in sync with the sound of Ichijō Mirai's voice.
He was even faster than Ichijō Mirai, and at the end, he said, "Then, Tokyo will be finished."
Ichijō Mirai pauses, looks at Morofushi Hiromitsu with some surprise, and then breaks into a grin, "Yes."
"As soon as there's a casualty, the black forces will get the message that 'the police are nothing more than that' and will open the door to release 'Satan'," he said carelessly, "It's either we win together or we're both losers... and we don't want to see that happen, do we?"
While talking to Morofushi Hiromitsu, he was also editing the message.
But the messages weren't sent to Justice's buddies, they were sent to Gin.
A message was sent to Shakeman, who changed the wording to something else: coordinates (xx, xx), open copy, 50 waiting for 10, urgent, urgent, urgent, and in less than fifteen minutes the great Savior closed the door to release 'Satan'.
The number of police and firefighters should not be more than 50 and 30 respectively. That's his rule of thumb.
If you exceed those numbers, they'll be late.
The number of organization support can not be greater than ten, not because the organization out of the more people will be no longer be the partner of evil and mentally broken directly out of the game, because the police will find out, and then start a gun battle, delaying the rescue.
After sending a message of distress, Ichijō Mirai edited a second wanted message without changing his expression: Coordinates (xx, xx), three people, urgent, urgent, shoot on the spot without waiting for me, I'm waiting to fly to England.
He let go of Morofushi Hiromitsu as if nothing had happened and inquired, "Are you ready?"
"I'm going to grab the car and get going."
Morofushi Hiromitsu replied, "Ready, wait, what?!"
Can't wait a bit.
Ichijō Mirai, who had grabbed a bike at random, threw Morofushi Hiromitsu's wallet at him, and after calming down the first victim, he waved at the second, "What's up, come on?"
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
I don't know why, but Ichijō Mirai seemed happy and lively, more so than usual.
Like someone who's been in a car accident and has suffered a severe blow, but instead, she's full of energy.
Morofushi Hiromitsu sat helplessly in the back seat before the car's owner reacted and rushed over, grabbing the hem of Ichijō Mirai's shirt, he asked, "Did you think of a solution to your problem?"
What's the most painful thing about playing a game? Nothing is more painful than getting stuck.
Games that get stuck are fine, you can stop playing them, but 'games' that affect reality can't just be thrown in the trash.
Ichijō Mirai was stuck.
Fire rescue, like math, is a no-go, and in some cases, there are extremely difficult rescue scenarios where all the police can't be sent in, and only qualified people can try, and if it's dangerous, even the police can't be sent in, and only qualified people can try.
And if it's so dangerous that even the rescuers are in danger of falling into bad shape, then Ichijō Mirai will have to do it himself.
Unfortunately, this was the case in a big fire like the one at the department store.
"Remember the map? When we get to the scene, you'll start on the first floor on the left side of A. When you get to the fourth person, I'll go to the eleventh floor and work with Date to get one of the trapped people downstairs, and then go to the ninth floor to move the wooden cabinets..."
Ichijō Mirai said.
He picked up the key points as he recalled the schoolboy's notes, "Morofushi when you get to the sixth, the small child trapped remember to hold her yourself, don't let her father hold her, tie a wet towel around your chest and hold her so she buries her head in your arms."
"Send a message to Matsuda and tell him not to go to the third floor, but to start rescuing from the fourth floor, and to leave the guy on the third floor who's going to say, "Hey, aren't you the son of that murderer?! The guy on the third floor who says "Hey, aren't you the son of that murderer?!" should be left to Furuya..."
"When you send him the message, remember to mark that you'll save the third floor from the right side, and then save the left side after the sudden collapse of the left side is over."
"And Kenji, make sure you emphasize that the trapped person on the sixth floor was smart to pick a good position, don't block for him when something heavy falls, if you don't, he'll avoid it if he sidesteps, but if you do, Kenji's right hand will be fractured."
"By the way, please be sure to ask Date-san: please always be in control of the sovereignty, don't let that curry-smelling firefighter decide the position of the bed just because he's not a professional, the trapped person with a broken head and blood only trusts you... thank you."
"...the quality of Tokyo's firefighters is too police-like!"
Accounting for that, the department store was close by, Ichijō Mirai tore through the cordon and stepped in, he hesitated for a moment and looked back at Morofushi Hiromitsu, "Morofushi,"
It's the only hesitation in Ichijō Mirai's methodical arrangement of things, the only slow beat in a fast pace, like a breath of air.
Morofushi Hiromitsu explains a few things to the police officer who stopped him, and looks to Ichijō Mirai, "What?"
"I'm not sure if I can make it this time, I'm experimenting with new ideas, if it doesn't work I'll probably start over before then, if it works I'm not sure if I can meet you guys on the seventh floor, at that time," Ichijō Mirai mused, "Never mind, just in case it rears its ugly head again, better to talk about it now."
He said, "Morofushi, you are important."
The police officer understood their identities and went to find the equipment urgently, Morofushi Hiromitsu was looking over with his afterglow, thinking about how to make Ichijō Mirai, who had guessed that there was a high probability that he wouldn't be wearing the equipment, wear it, and when he heard that, he was stunned, "What?"
"You're important, to the trapped person's parents and brothers, they're important, and someone will be sad if they lose him, but to your brother, you're important, and to your classmates, you're important, and we'll be sad if we lose you, too," Ichijō Mirai casually took a wet towel handed over by the police officer, "so don't feel guilty like you feel guilty about your parents being dead while you're still alive, and then do everything you can to fight hard, even if it's just for the sake of your own life. So don't feel guilty that your parents died and you're still alive, so you'll do everything you can and you'll be happy even if you have to die to save someone."
"I know you don't think that way, but if you go into shock again because of smoke inhalation, I'll tell my classmates about it and 'eagerly help you with your psychological problems'."
"By the way, remember to look for me on the tenth floor the first time you get an air respirator, I needed it a lot at that time, thanks."
Ichijō Mirai turned his head and was about to leave.
"Wait," Morofushi Hiromitsu called urgently, "Ichijō Mirai!"
It's his real name.
Ichijō Mirai turned around, and a question mark appeared, silently asking, "What's wrong?
Say something.
"Well," Morofushi Hiromitsu said, "you..."
What did you mean by that? And why do you know so well who's going to be in the rescue situation?
This question should have been the most urgent, but it disappeared into Morofushi Hiromitsu's even blanker mind like a blank that had lost its handwriting.
Those blanks were woven by something that seemed to be familiarly disturbing, a combination of all the 'Are you okay? , 'Are you going to be okay? and other undeserved concerns.
In the end, he could only pallidly say as if he was joking: "Finally realize the importance of equipment?"
"Really not easy, Savior-san."