Entering a Company From Another World!?

"Do you need a band in a place like this? This isn't a festival."

An openly suspicious group.

I thought this might be the real show, so I called out to see how things were going.

I can tell from the atmosphere that the other person seems to be ready.

In addition, I have to deal with this cardiac restoration, but unfortunately, I don't have the means.

But it's against us to make you realize that you can't do anything.

Then there is no harm in keeping the bluff that you can do something about it.

I was looking at the group, but I slipped away and looked at the heart.

However, I continue to feel signs of not being alarmed.

As soon as something happens, we'll be able to move.

It seems similar and different, but the demonic atmosphere is unique and easy to understand.

The easiest thing to understand is still instructor Kio.

Despite its very rough atmosphere, the demon is as quiet as a volcano before the eruption, but has an atmosphere that lets the opponent know that it has huge heat inside.

The demon race with horns has a large and small atmosphere.

Whether it's because the mind is straight, or because it simply wants to move, every demon has heat in its depths.

That is also felt in the previous group.

That's why I tried calling you this.

No one listens and responds to such words unless they are as foolish as normal.

All right, then.

"Our grief cannot be disturbed."

If they ask me if I'm stupid enough to answer like this.

Woe, woe, woe.

I don't think I'm stupid.

The demon who answered my words played the whistle at the head of the group.

Stiff, low, weighty voice tone.

It makes you feel something in the words, whether you are older than the voice you heard, or whether the grief you just said is relevant.

If it is not as easy as before, the expression does not change nor does it change behavior, but the inside is raised to the top gear at once.

Grasp the remaining time from the magic you feel about fifteen minutes after fighting with all your might, and point your body at the group unless you are making extra observations.

He slowly lowers his whistle and stops sounding and dancing accordingly.

I wonder if it is the existence of a group of demons.

Make them say that they behave as if they were standing up.

Gently, stand behind you on the right to avoid one person from the group dancing behind you.

A lover, a lieutenant, or something like that.

I can't see my face because of the cloth, but I know from the costume that it is a girl.

"I can't let you touch the spirit of the demon. Soon our family's grief will be fulfilled. Who stands in the way?"

"Who will?

Die here.

Oh, they're still demons.

There is no confusion in the intent to kill.

He's here purely to kill me.

The pressure that echoes through your stomach makes your body drool.

But...

What is this discomfort?

The opponent is definitely a demon, and the man in front of me is actually a demon I know.

That should be it.

But I don't know what to say, I feel the atmosphere as a demon is thin.

"... I can't help thinking about it right now"

I don't want to leave the discomfort behind now.

The opponent is fully satisfied, and this one is more relaxed and ready for the fight just now.

Then there is nothing wrong.

"Well, let's boobs!

All we have to do from here is talk with our fists.

Dan, take a strong step forward and smile at your mouth.

Throw away the intrusive jacket and turn your shoulders.

Emphasize ease of movement, equip only batons that are likely to become weapons, and discard helmets.

Equipment that blocks the vision that the demon opponent is unfamiliar with is disadvantageous.

The iron is with a piece of paper.

Then you should remove the weight.

"Coming, human"

The tone of the opponent who showed his willingness to fight openly is firm.

That's weird.

A demon would rather be pleased if it looked like this.

Instead of relaxing the area around the mouth, the other person showed disgust by spreading wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"Please, demon."

"You will regret your bravery in confronting us with demons."

"You're very brave and reckless, so I'm going to make you regret it."

I feel more and more uncomfortable with that, but I can't point out the discomfort now.

I'm an employee raised by a demon.

It makes sense to buy a sold fight.

"I don't think you can make me regret that boring look!!

The opponent was also in a good mood, each instrument swaying his costume and attacking him.

The appearance is a verbal attitude with imminent intrigue.

Be careful not to let your mouth relax with a smile so that you can enjoy the atmosphere, and we will respond to the war with all our strength.

I stepped in with all my might, worrying about the remaining amount of magic.

Whether it's the timing when you step into the enemy first, the force you turn your hips around, or the strength of your fists transmitted from your feet, it's the best shot.

A roar.

If the opponent is a demon, we can do it.

That's what I thought. I tried everything I could to see.

"Hah!?

Ah?

I tried.....

"I can't handle it...."

Is this what excitement is all about?

It is refreshing.

No, it's too light.

Her face says she doesn't know why either.

"What did you do?"

"No, I just punched him normally...."

Yet the demon that ran lightly at the head was blown away, and the blown demon was stretching there.

Honestly, is this really a demon?

I doubt it is weak enough.

It seems robust compared to the human forces that have been fighting until now, but only to that extent.

"Oh, I see."

I learned from the way it was handled.

These guys....

Ah, I see, that's what it's like to feel sorry for me.

Weak.

And I felt it for the first time.

A sense of disappointment deprived of the pleasure of battle.

"Well, work is work."

I lost my motivation with that emotion, but I can't just leave on my own.

We can't just leave that behind.

I wanted to leave something like a heart in front of my eyes and go home, but I thought I couldn't do it.

So I snapped my neck with one hand.

"Let's get this over with."

I think it would be better if my job were short.

Either way, I'm strengthening my body with magic.

If the magic disappears, you will be forced to struggle.

Then let's finish this early.

Well, I thought it would be more fun to fight with a slight magic cut.

When you do something stupid, you drive the thought out of your head and place more emphasis on efficiency than the feeling of enjoying it.

……

There is an emotion that it is not enough.

I don't think this is a demon every time I deal with it indifferently.

……

I don't think demons can run away.

Don't be so scared of demons.

……

I don't run away, but I feel upset at the bottom of my stomach when I see him sitting up.

Oh, there's an urge to scream what you're doing.

…………

Pathetic, pathetic.

Are you really demons?

Is it that noisy, greedy, arrogant race that wants to die when you think it's a festival or something and come forward happy?

…………

No, absolutely no, my heart is screaming.

Are these the demons?

Can such a thing be a demon?

"..............................................................................................................................................................................................................."

Every time I look pathetic, my tone gets rough because of the frustration I get.

The first encounter was the worst, but somehow the instructor took care of me.

I thought it was violent at first, but it was good to take care of just being violent.

There were parts that were rough but gentle.

I had a bad alcoholic habit, but the appearance was entertaining.

Above all, I respected that powerful back.

Yeah, I couldn't say it, but in my heart, I respected that demon.

Are you the same demons who defile such a strong demon?

"Why do you give up that body, only to one human being, only to be scared by one human being, and in the end, only to beat one human being?

I don't recognize you guys as ghosts.

The eyes that should have strong fighting intentions with the smile of the mouth are a color of fear, the arms that should easily break human bones such as the rocks are trembling with fear, and the fangs that should be eaten and chewed from the head are now turned into percussion instruments that play the sound of fear.

I didn't like it from the beginning.

That's what I was avoiding, but above all, fighting.

"Why are you so motivated?

I am angry with the pathetic figure that does not penetrate my will while speaking with sorrow.

The demon I know persists in his will even when he dies.

Even if their actions lead to death, those demons fall straight ahead without regret.

How are you compared to that?

"What do you know about us?"

"You know what?"

I can't do anything.

Nothing can be done if you are disturbed.

Nothing can be done by standing alone.

Just being interrupted by a child who stumbles on a rolling stone on the side of the street and screams makes it impossible to do anything.

I don't want to know.

I tried to light a cigarette and reduce frustration a little, but it didn't work.

As a result, while complaining to the opponent, he kept suppressing and defeating the demon while trying to clear his anger.

Most of the demons threw their bodies on the ground.

Anyone who tries to get up is trying to distance himself from me.

It's pathetic.

I wonder what it looks like.

However, the demon of a man who looks up at me while the cloth peels off and kneels down, and sees me with eyes that do not make me feel my will when I am trapped by something, and the demon of a scared woman who is leaning against the back of that demon, hiding the fruit.

I don't want to know about them.

Produce words to throw up.

I thought I wouldn't be able to do anything anymore, and I started walking slowly through that side towards my heart.

"Wait, what are you going to do!!

"It's settled. I'll smash this thing."

I've been thinking calmly until now, and now I care what happens.

If you don't know, ask him the iron rules of work, and do it on your own and fail as the social person most involved in the job.

I understand that, but my guess is that he should destroy it, so I'm going to try to hit the giant object in front of me with this indignation.

Move! Move!

I only fly a warning once to the demon man who stops it.

I hit him and blew him off, but the damage itself wasn't fatal.

The essence will bruise and your body will get stiff, but if you leave it alone, it will heal.

So, if you're going to ignore this warning, I'm just going to give you one word out of condolence.

"This is the crystal of our sorrow!! I can't let that get in the way!!

"Don't grieve in that way."

I didn't want to see a demon with a sense of duty.

I didn't want to see demons who were obsessed with compulsion because I had to convince them that I didn't want to do anything.

The race should have been more free, hiding the sadness of seeing it in anger, and trying to throw a fist at the demon who ignored the warning.

"Ah! I can't help it. Hazelnut!! Do it!!

"Niisama!!

But it was blocked by the wall of demons.

You're the last demon to hold back.

Despite his pathetic appearance, the demons stood still without protecting the man's demons.

And a little time, a little interaction.

I used the fist to break down the wall.

That moment is fatal.

Ritual Mandatory Activation.

I let it go.

A female demon put her hand on the ground and did something naughty.

That alone caused a dramatic change in the atmosphere.

No, no, no.

Son, did I screw up?

It was that heart that changed.

The sound of my heartbeat got stronger and I started painting the atmosphere.

It's supposed to have a dark vision, but it looks like it's mixed with a suspicious atmosphere stained with purple.

It is commendable that we did the ritual without hesitation.

"This is not good."

You can't start it without thinking about it.

"Now that we're demons,"

I don't mind thinking that the ritual is going well.

But...

"Gaha"

"Asshole."

Don't check it after you do it.

Even if we do it as usual, we'll have problems.

Someone gives me the assurance that it will work by force.

No one but me is aware of the atmosphere.

"Niisama?

"You're in trouble."

The demons do not understand what happened in front of them.

This is bad, this is bad.

The alarm has been ringing in my head since now.

Now, if we don't do something about this, we'll try to attack again.

Ichi

I thought the scene in front of me and the ritual activated, and the tentacles grew from my heart and attacked us.

The attack correctly and indiscriminately had nothing to do with being a demon because it was a human being.

I flew backwards with all my might.

Something that sticks into the spot.

Because I saw where the piercing came from.

"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaa!?

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!?

Ahahhhh

I'm not alone in the damage.

The tentacle that jumped out of the heart, it stabbed the nearby demons and stunned the humans.

"Stop it, stop it!?

Don't be stupid, asshole.

The heart began to take in the demons.

Dozens of tentacles start capturing one demon after another with slow motion.

I grabbed the demon of a woman who was aggressively nearby and retreated.

Even if you jump into the current state of affairs and help, you'll have a secondary disaster, and I'll get involved.

Therefore, I forgave the birth of the existence.

The heart absorbed energy from the ground in an instant, and captured the demonic body and created it.

A chain of black iron that leads to the limbs, a collar that seals its movement.

A giant body that survives on them, a red horn that reigns on the top of its enormous body.

Exactly a demon, its body is exactly a demon.

Even if restricted, a giant demon wakes his body without telling him that his power is alive.

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

The body trembles, the air trembles, and the forest is noisy.

Such a demon's roar sweats cold from my forehead.

"My first New Year's dream is not a nightmare."

New Year's is a hassle.

One word today.

This is serious.