Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

"Sorry about yesterday, but don't ask me to leave you again"

"Yes."

Wearing the hood deep in his eyes, the drift guard looks back at Belgrette standing at the entrance. The girl knight was now in jersey again. Apparently, he liked it because he wanted to be comfortable. It's true, though, that it's unlikely to be soft clothes in Grimcrows.

"I'm gonna be right back... are you okay?

"Mm-hmm. I'll try your laundry and wait."

Unlike the other day when she was anxious, the girl has a rough nose and plenty of energy.

I can't help it. It doesn't even start if I'm pessimistic about the status quo. It seemed like I was getting the temper to do something new.

Yesterday's temp with grapefruit may have made me feel good. The feeling of obstruction and depression that I had somehow felt since I came back was faint. I am glad to see Grapefruit as a result, although it was a cut that would be noticed by the detours as well. It was easier just to talk, I was sure.

"Well, I'm gonna go for a little while"

"Come on......!

Lifeguard snuck home behind him from the back door as he was dropped off by a lady from another world wearing a jersey.

(... Well. Today's mission is, and)

Go downtown, paying attention to your surroundings.

The immediate buyout was done yesterday, so I have no problem with it, but that bottomed out the cost of living. I can't forgive you for not having a penny on hand.

The sadness of the countryside or the fact that Super Urakusan visited yesterday did not have an ATM installed made it impossible to withdraw cash. That's why I decided to go downtown and drop my savings today.

(When it comes to banks, I'm a little nervous...)

I just have to break it off there. Having tried walking in the daytime and evening yesterday, I decided that it was unlikely that anyone would notice.

(Senior Miyahara found me because I was wearing a jersey that said 'Arihai' to Belko as much as I wanted...)

Banks don't use contact points either, they just use unmanned cash. It's inevitable to see it on surveillance cameras, but I'm not trying to take any noticeable action. There should be no immediate discovery of the existence of drift protection.

(And anyway...)

My father will be back soon.

As a result, the news that the missing boys' high school students have returned will be running around this rural town even if no responds.

Talk about whether you can do it now or later.

Feeling like a half-blown out, Lifeguard proceeded through a residential area with a pleasant autumn sunshine cheer.

"Ugh..."

The boy who left the bank breathed relief as he thought he might exaggerate himself.

Safe, deposits withdrawn. Now I have nothing to worry about for the moment.

The relief of tension also creates room for thought.

Well, do you want to go straight home? Or why don't you stop by the convenience store and buy some sweets for Belgrette and go home?

It was just after entering a trail off the boulevard, thinking so on.

"You there, do you have a minute?

For a moment, I got lost.

A voice heard from behind.

You mean yourself. Is it not? Should I ignore it?

While stiff, continue.

"It's you, you hooded boy."

… confirmed.

Not someone else. Undoubtedly, there is a current-protection call.

Even though he's hiding his face in the hood, I can deduce his approximate age in his outfit and walking style. There's nobody else in this alley in the first place.

Well, a coach or a police officer...

Stream protection looked back nervously at the

"Mm-hmm? This brother, when he spoke, he was freaking out. It was such a horrible twist to see us, wasn't it?

"Did we look nice? Gahahahaha."

What individuality. There are two badly dressed, albeit galloping boys. Age would be very different from drift protection. One or two is up there, something like that?

"... what can I do for you?

"Relieved from the bottom of my heart," Lifeguard responds in the same tone as he made a fool of himself.

The other, who controlled one of them from trying to walk over when he was a cock, grinned in full disgust.

"No, actually, my parents got into a weird religion - they have money. Just a little bit, I wonder if you'd be gracious."

"Heh. Dear Sora Sadness, I don't know. Stupid parents and kids, stay together."

Immediate answers to exhilarating drift protection.

Frozen silence ruled the place.

"What? Oh, my God? Hood, now."

"I'll bless the shit out of you. I said no money, Bitiguso stuck in your ear? Hearing Ring in one go."

Arishi shielding omits "the process".

Where these acts of extortion come to an end is robbery. Resist or ask questions, but that's where it ends. Because the end is known, drift protection saves all the wasted process.

Go ahead and take the money, and encourage them to do what they're trying to do. Whereas such a provocation of drift protection,

"... chip"

And one of them, who dwelt on religion, whispered his tongue as he looked around him,

……

The other muttered his fingers in silence.

(… oh, habit)

In that attitude, the drift guard discerns that these two are used to the place. Doesn't exaggerate for no reason. If you came to your head and shouted and scattered, people would be noticeably gathered in places like this.

In retrospect, the timing of the call was also exquisite. These two were checking out people coming out of the bank. Then stare at the person who seems to be able to take it and move it to execution where the goal Target has moved to an unpopular location.

Mr. Hood, come on.

"Religious bastard" lurked his voice.

"I'll kill you."

Simple and done intimidation. If you are a human being not immune to violence, you will unwittingly shudder. But.

"Kill me, warm water bastard"

For Arishi Current Protection, no word is more common than this.

For a boy who has crossed over many times with his enemies trying to do 'it' as an actual means, not as a threat complaint or anything else, there was nothing more hilarious than this line emitted by the inhabitants of a rule of law state.

"Ahhh. Then die."

A faceless' religious bastard 'waves his fist wide.

staring at that like any other HR,

(... Ha. No, I did)

Arishi Shield just realized whether or not to respond. The fact that I was trying not to think about it, one of them.

No, it's not.

I am.

He is not the brave man of "Dragon Doom", the winner of the Heavenly Bombay Banquet, or the guerrilla of "Fist Strike" Luckels ".

I'm just...

A corner of downtown, rocking in small pieces as you bounced breath. I felt an anomaly in that landscape, which I was watching flush without any care, and slowed down my running speed.

If you gaze as you wipe your sweat, there is a slight crowd in the entrance area leading to the narrow alley.

On the contrary...

(... police)

Things like wild horse guts were of a very unheld nature, but I found the face I saw in them, so I interrupted my jogging and walked over. A magnificent man with a cat-back in a suit noticed this approach calls out casually as he raises one hand.

"Whoa, isn't that Lyo? I'm surprised you're here to run this far?... it's a weekday, isn't it? What happened to the school, the school..."

Because of my position as a detective at first, I've added such a line, as I recall.

"Good day, Aoyagi. It's our inaugural day."

"Oh... Hey, Nanko was today. Around running indispensable to that day, it's still a practice bug. Why don't you just take a breath once in a while? Other hobbies. Come on."

"Because this is all I have to do with my hobbies and what I can cloud"

"Damn, I'm serious."

Meaninglessly niggling, Detective Aoyagi glanced back into the alley scratching his head. Ahead of that stare, police officers in uniform and a few passers-by are talking about something.

"Is it a case"

"No, it wasn't that big of a deal. Thank you. It's like a fight."

"… Completion"

Crap, the sighing inner surface has appeared on his face, or Detective Aoyagi supplements it to try the reaction.

"This is it, the bad guy's probably 'doing' it, right? That's pretty good, too."

Saying, I raised my fist and made a fighting pose. I play martial arts, that is.

"It was the two of us who got rolled. That's a bad feeling, isn't it? So, people say they heard witnesses and things. I mean, I'm cleaning up in a very short time. All the hits are made, all steep points on the midline. You don't have any eggs. And it's extremely..."

He's a magnificent detective who talks about his feelings with perplexers, but he keeps listening without saying anything because it's the usual thing.

"Fingers, Throat, and Eyes"

With an exaggerated gesture, point to each part of yourself.

"Mouth seal..."

If you break your finger, you will not be able to write; if you poke your throat, you will not be able to speak; if you punch your eyes, it goes without saying. With that sanction, it becomes a chunk of meat that cannot even express its own will for at least a while.

"I wonder if I can even take testimony for the time being. Well, that's fine... it's happening."

It was a mixed tone of praise, somewhat careless as the keeper of the law.

"Assuming you're the only one who did it, this is a pretty good arm. Doesn't that bother you? I wonder if the killer wants to go that far and keep his presence secret, all the time. As a matter of fact, are you quite famous martial arts experienced?... Is that possible that Leo is the killer? Look, Hoshi says he's going back to the scene."

"No."

"I want it to be funny and bogged down there, 'Did you find out' or something. I thought... but it's going to snow when you say that..."

Detective Aoyagi, self-contained by himself,

"Speaking of which, a while ago... I wonder if this was about six months ago"

Place your index finger on the temple so as to twist back your memory, and zero in a solitary tone.

"There were a few kids who were hit with the same good M.O., right? That was just then, and since then, it's gone patchy. Plus, the one upstairs said," Enough about that, "and so on. That, I wonder if something happened back there. Oh, it's scary. It's the darkness of society."

…………

Six months ago.

"Aoyagi."

I was just trying to think back on an event, and a uniformed cop comes over here.

"Whoa, I have to work for you. See you later, Lyo."

"... Yes. Excuse me."

I wiped the sweat that started to dry and resumed the run in, which had been interrupted.

Looking at the back of a boy in a trainer walking away on a run, a policeman squealed unexpectedly and so on.

"... you're in good shape, he"

The finishing body "From", which is very unlikely to be a boy, is still reminiscent of heavy armor. Even over the clothes, I could see a disappointing physique. Short hair pruned to perfection and a boneless face reminiscent of a sharpened rock.

Perhaps whoever sees it can feel like he's not the only one. To that evidence, passers-by on the path are clearing their way from themselves when they notice his presence.

"Do you know Aoyagi?

"Oh, look, it's Nagasaki-san and this secret."

"! Then, when he..."

"Damn."

In that neighborhood, Kirinko is becoming a little rumor.

"I'm listening. During his first appearance, he went nationwide with overwhelming strength, didn't he? But he said he suddenly struck out against the rules in World War II and lost. But again, I can't believe it's against the rules."

"I don't know, I guess I was bawling, huh? It's unusual for me to think about it... but if I was thinking about it, I would have gotten aggressive.

"Ha. During the game, is that it?

"Yeah. Maybe there was something else that bothered me ~. Unconsciously beating against the rules, isn't it? Anyway, Kale..."

Though it's the public track record that hasn't been achieved, he's second only to curator Nagasaki as a freshman in high school. This summer, I am paying back the professional wrestlers who have come to break the dojo.

An up-and-coming young man with such anecdotes.

"Hmm, young... what is it? Sportsman or karate...... no, I'm not even a fighter. Right - if you dare... 'Warrior'"

Aoyagi says what she just honestly thought.

"The Nagasaki Hall is two steps, Ryozo Kirihata" Kiribaka Gozo ". Crazy, but that's my freshman year in high school. If it's" anything, "it's probably the strongest Japanese high school student."