Entering a Company From Another World!?

I wanted to ride a helicopter flying in the night sky and enjoy the night view if it's true, but I don't need to talk about the romantic reason for this ride.

I was impressed by the fact that the group wearing the equipment that would make me feel like entering the special forces was all related to the shrine, so the inner Japanese circumstances were also amazing.

In such a face, I opened the door on the side and looked down carefully to avoid falling, and I could see the lighted shrine at my feet.

It was a shrine that was broadcast on TV.

The place is still lit up, but people are gathered in the middle.

No, it should be gathered.

You can see people gathered in the middle and arranged to surround them.

He's obviously confronting the police, but the police can't help him.

The cause must be the bomb that was mounted on the body of the surrounding group.

I'm flaunting it so clearly that I can see it from above.

The helicopter I'm riding now is hidden in the dark at night, and the rotor sounds are ringing, but it seems that the technique has been applied so that I can't see.

Mr. Kimoe said that technology is advancing daily with regard to concealment.

A helicopter with such a technique waits as it spins over the sky to monitor this scene until we act.

"I had no idea this day would come eventually, but it took a long time. But, Mother, I'm glad to be on such a big stage with my son."

"I thought you were coming. Not lately, but until last year, I was just a regular salesman. I don't know if I'll be happy to see you on such a day."

If it's true, I'm not as nervous as I am when it comes to passing through binoculars, but I don't have to be nervous because there's one person who is relaxed.

It's my mother.

My mother, who peeks down like I did, was wearing gloves, protectors, night camouflage clothes, a mask and goggles to protect her face.

I couldn't tell from my appearance who I was, and I knew from the contours of my body that I was a woman, and I knew from my voice and content that it was my mother.

There are a few other people in similar outfits on board besides me, but my mother probably behaves brightly like this.

I look similar, but when I think about what I'm going to do, I get more nervous and have fewer mouths.

I remember that my mother, who was looking forward to what she was going to do and was delighted, was flying over the sky.

"The information Misty River checked out, but they're all amateurs, members of some religious group? There is nothing suspicious about the resume. The only problem is the bomb. They all had blood on their heads, but killing was forbidden. Besides, this operation. Misty, are you telling us to die? The opponent can win by pressing one switch. We have to do a lot of trouble. Think about it a little more."

"It's an action plan that I think my sister can do. Are you going to tell me you can't?

"You're twisting and polishing."

"It wasn't like growing up straight like you since your sister left, so yeah, somebody did."

"I've come to say it quite clearly, so have you. I used to cry behind my back. Ha, I wonder if your daughter's going to be like this."

"Yes, unlike your sister, I encourage you to cultivate a witch. Yes, unlike your sister."

Ahahah, I was laughing with Ufufu, but I thought this was a woman's battlefield.

A conference room in the office by the heliport.

So my mother and I were listening to the details of this operation....

"Mr. Kimoe, I think it would be reckless to descend from the air without a parachute."

I have no choice but to keep my mouth shut about what kind of airborne unit I want to say.

I don't think I can help but complain about my mother this time.

But don't argue with me later.

It's about time I saw a tiger and a dragon behind me.

"Can't you?

"I can't."

"Can't you?

"Wait, why are you turning to your mother? Think normally, why do you think untrained people can move like special forces?"

No, I can. Probably.

I've been doing things like training.

And the point of the fight is very different from what I think.

The problem with this operation is the number of bombs.

A group of criminals arranged to surround ordinary people, each with a bomb.

Besides, the detonators are in their possession.

If you want to suppress it, I feel like we all have to sniper at the same time to make sure it's done.

Maybe that's why it's such a rude operation.....

"I understand you want to kill me, but do you think you can shut down the power supply for a while, descend from the air into the gap, and disable everyone in the meantime... Mom, you can do this in 13 seconds?

We can't let the dead die in that place because it affects the seal.

This is not a hypocritical act of not letting the dead out, because negative feelings such as fear and resentment of death negatively affect the sealing of the road to the land of the Fountain.

The shrine was built to seal to purify the space, but there are limits to its purification.

As far as Mr. Kiroe is concerned, this shrine has two effects.

One is the maintenance of seals.

And one more thing, this is the main effect.

It has a function like a water purifier that normalizes the land.

I learned that this is why the feeling of feeling sacred air leaks when walking through the shrine.

However, the purification is also suddenly injected with muddy mud water, and it can't be filtered.

It does not suppress the negative sentiments of the general public as a whole that have come to the end of the two years that could become mud.

And the shrine, which has consumed too much negative thoughts, inverts its function and becomes a place to collect negative thoughts.

If that happens, the land will open the way to the Land of the Yellow Spring.

Trouble, a case that can be said to be really troublesome.

We must definitely stop it.

Mr. Kimoe's authority has made a request for cooperation with the state, but many organizations are skeptical of Mr. Kimoe's organization and cannot move to the militia.

Police officers are mobilizing, but they're not allowed to shoot either way.

It may take some time to get out, but it will be too late.

If that's why you think such a rude operation will pass, I can only say that it will not pass.

Sometimes it has to be said that what is impossible for a human being is impossible.

"Well, if I had eight more seconds, I'd be able to do it alone."

"Can you do it? I mean, what can I do?"

"If I can't do this, I can't go out with Ichiro."

"Every time I think about it, where are my moms taking pictures?"

"You want to hear it? Then I'll take you to the area next time..."

"Don't bother."

I don't know if you've decided on a Hollywood face loss stunt for my mother.

"It's okay to have a good parent-child relationship, but can I go back?

"Yes, sorry."

If you're making such a futile conversation, Mr. Kimoe will be cautioned.

I apologize honestly and come back to the story.

Now, in the end, we have to talk, but back to the conclusion that it's not realistically possible.

How do we take it from here to the realm of possibility?

"If Jiro's question was just now, I wondered if I could solve it with the Waitan's footbag that I gave him. I took that artifact as a symbol of speed and thought it was suitable for this incident. Why don't you try using it for once?

"Are you sure?

"Yes, it's not possible for a long time, but it's fine if it's enough or about 20 minutes."

The operation is in my head.

After that, it's an impossible operation at the moment, but it seems to make this footbag possible.

Half-believed.

I think I can do it because I can, but I can't do it if I tell you that I can trust you right away.

That's why I try it.

I thought the foot bag I took out of the box was small on my foot, but it was a divine instrument.

The size adjustment is automatic.

Feeling the perfect fit, I walk out of the office wearing shoes thinking it's a great replacement at this stage.

The outside is connected to the heliport, which is quite large.

The nearest heliport has some kind of harsh helicopter, and the area around it is noisy.

"So, Mr. Kiroe, how do I use it?

But it doesn't matter now.

What's important now is that there's this huge space.

I intend to try it as Mr. Kiroe told me, but it takes a little courage to do it in a narrow place.

"Focus on your feet and release your strength so that you can untie the strings. This releases nature and power. But be careful not to oversolve it."

Untie the string.

Mr. Kiroe's way of saying it is difficult to imagine, but should I try to open the faucet?

That's how you replace the image and focus on your feet.

Originally, it was the ore tree that imagined the circulation of force.

There is no problem around here.

The place just changed from a hand to a foot, the point is to connect my footbag to my body.

"... I'm surprised. I didn't think I could pull it out so quickly and beautifully."

"This is my son. I can do this much."

The prediction seems to be a big win.

I feel a strange force, different from magic, from my feet.

Something covering your legs to your shins.

If magic is like vitality, what is it? I wonder if it is as warm as the sun.

I can only say that it is similar.

"Now, try running. That's all you'll get."

"Yes"

As you learn a little resistance to using that force, you start running slowly and gradually accelerate.

From walk to run, from run to run, and from run to run.

Speed up while adjusting the force that can be applied to the foot, such as the gear change of the manual car.

"Sure, maybe we can do this."

The velocity region is far beyond what humans can strike out.

"How do you feel about using the artifact?"

"... I can only say it's amazing."

I can give this much physical ability just by rinsing it gently.

Even if it is a substitute specializing in the act of running, it is disqualified.

I wonder how much performance I can achieve by using this artifact to attack a dungeon.

"That's right. However, from my point of view, Jiro is more amazing, but I don't think I can help it now. Now, Jiro, can you use that artifact to make the operation possible?

It's just an imaginary realm, it won't come true.

I am only here as my mother's son.

From Mr. Kimoe's point of view, I am a good miscalculation fighter.

From the perspective of my mother's son, Mr. Kimoe, it would seem that my nephew happened to be fit for divine instruments and combat actions, so I think he helped me with this operation.

It is because of my mother's recommendation that I stand here.

Do not sandwich your sense of justice or desire there.

"That's right. I think it is possible. It has become a reality."

There is a criterion for judging good and evil by thinking about efficiency to do the job and avoiding lethal evil.

That's enough for now.

The opponent is a scoundrel, and we don't need any mercy.

"Well, please do as you should. We have equipment in the separate rooms. Please get dressed there."

The time limit is imminent.

Complete your role while hoping that the power of stepping into the outside world will be useful.

I think so, to this day.

Get ready, go up to the sky, for a while.

Looking gently at the wristwatch on his right arm, he was less than five minutes away from the start of the operation.

Well, finally.

Operations in modern Japan begin.

It's no longer customary to smile at your mouth.

It's half instinct to roll excitement before fighting.

And cool your head as if it were against them.

This is how I finished my battle.

One word today.

It's up to you to decide your limits, and it's up to you to go beyond them.