Here is Blue Justice!

"Ugh, shit, yeah..."

I was crying.

I was crying in the futon.

Not because I had anxiety about the future. Nor is it out of fear that I've lost a friend. I was made to cry by a younger kid than myself. That wheelchair fucking kid, he had awesome eyes. That was a great face. I taught him a little kindness and a flyer deficiency out of interest.

'... Huh?

That's right.

Huh? No, why not!? I don't like it anymore. Something annoys me. I decided not to step out of the house tomorrow. In the meantime, it's still early on about resigning. Now I'm going to feed you English, and then I'm going to bump out the heroes and push you. I'll take your revenge, Mulberry Dye!

The next morning, the landlord came to pick up the rent, so he ran out the window.

But I don't have time because I came out without thinking about it. And I noticed. He said he didn't have a hobby I could call a hobby. What's leisure time? I watch TV, listen to music, and so on. But nothing more. On the day off, what have you been doing and spending?

When I realized I was stretching my legs out to the front of the station. The crowd was small, but unlike yesterday, the family stands out. Housewives pushing strollers and kids wandering around. Peace indeed. No one would think that there's a mix of combatants from evil organizations like me in here.... No, even if you were thinking about it, you'd ignore it. Where I showed up who I am, where the Phantom showed up, those people would go through the ticket slot with faces like I'm not involved, take the train, and go shopping center.

He sounds like an asshole. I thought I'd go home, but I'm gonna stick with my eyes and chase him. Even today, that wheelchair girl was handing out flyers. I was busy yesterday morning and I didn't see it, and it was dark and it didn't look good at night, but inside, it's not a bad face. That's good. He's got a solid nose, and he's cute. Brown, rather than chestnut wavy hair, was more like a fluffy lady. It looks slightly smaller because of being in a wheelchair. Yeah, maybe fifteen or six? A pink piece with frills, a white bag on the knee. White high socks, white low heel pumps.... something, sweet. I feel it's made of sugar. It's weak, like I want to protect you.

Well, you must have a bad personality. Bad eyesight, no love. If you accept the flyer, I won't thank you. All I'm saying is that it must be natural. I'm getting kind of angry. How great are you? If you are cute, will you be forgiven for doing anything? Don't be ridiculous, I'm not Loricon. If anyone else forgives me, I won't forgive you.

The word "eight hits" came to mind, but my legs didn't stop. Why do you have to see me like this all the time? What did I do?

"Hey."

When she stopped in front of the girl in the wheelchair, she raised her hand small. I guess he's trying to give me the flyer. I picked it up by pulling the trigger.

"How dare you do it yesterday" This hand dialogue is on the board.

The girl looked up small. He stares at my face, curiously, or suspiciously frowns.

"I'm in the way."

It makes me feel dizzy. but not like me yesterday. Yesterday, it was me. I was in all kinds of spirits, and I was in a sentimentalist, melancholic state.

"You, you don't remember?

You said you were interrupting.

I get my face deflected. I didn't want you to apologize, but this bastard is gonna lick me. I've been a fighter for six years.

"How can you say that when you've been kind enough to speak to me?"

"Kind?"

"It's a phone number, you didn't write it," he says, and I show the flyer.

"I'm writing. More than that, what was it just now? Do you want me to call the police? Do you want me to call you there until the hero gets here?

"What?"

If I flipped the flyer, it would be a proper phone number there, with some address and treatment written on it. Hey, there it is. I didn't even write it down.

"No, that's not what I meant. I just..."

"Will you go somewhere because I'm in the way of my job? I mean, I gotta go, 'cause I'm really gonna get mad."

The gaze from the perimeter pierces. If you think calmly, it's a structure in which a luxurious girl has a big man with a figure like me involved. It was stranger not to be called in. Whatever the police do, it's the end of my life if they even put out a hero.

The girl in the wheelchair chuckled, with her nose. Doing things that make people look like fools looks really good.

"Or do you want to be a hero?

I didn't have a voice because of the rash.

"You have a good physique. I wonder if you're working out. Students? You even do some sort of club thing?

I'm not a student.

"Oh, too bad. So you're already working somewhere?

"Yes, no..."

For some reason, I didn't feel like telling the truth.

When I hesitate, the girl turns her face over here. He was twisting his body with a gaze that was worthwhile.

"You're unclear."

Hero, huh? More importantly, what are you saying to guys like me?

"If you don't need me, will you disappear? Eye disorders."

Eyes through the flyer. Hero Dispatcher, huh? Yeah. Treatment, clearly, is bad. I don't have a track record. I don't know how to look at you. There are dozens or hundreds of companies and colleagues in this city. If you don't pay well, no one will be interested.

"Do you have a hanging or something?

"What?"

"No, I work elsewhere. I thought I'd tell you about this first."

The girl opened her eyes slightly and compared me to the flyer.

"Seriously? You wouldn't chill, would you?

"In the meantime, let me just talk. Oh, well. Is this an interview? Is there a resume or something like that?

I went in with a scout at the moment, so I guess there wasn't any interview or anything like that. On second thought, I'm getting anxious to see if I'm really an employee over there.

"Hey, wait a minute. Really, are you serious? I'm not proud of you, but we're not good at it."

"I just did."

"Because you can pay that much, no"

Come on. I don't know what to say. Normal. Deceive me, but solicit me.

"He's hung up, and, well, he doesn't care."

The word "hero" doesn't make sense. I just want the money. As long as there's something ahead, we'll figure it out. Happiness can be bought with it. I just don't have a decent place to work for a guy who does no evil organization. I bought a pattern of work and resentment. I'm doing this while hiding who I am with my suit and mask, but I don't like a barefaced workplace. So you're not gonna hit a hero and put it on? You can hide who you are, and you can wear a suit, so if you have the arm there and the strength there, it doesn't matter what your qualifications or work history are, right? Temporary employees are also good. In essence, it's no different from the workplace it is today. It doesn't change what you do. Basically, just run around and fight. When it comes to changing, it's where I stand. Justice or Evil. That's all the difference, it must be.

"... Ri, I don't need a resume. In the meantime, could you come to us?

You don't get lost. I don't believe in fate or destiny. Maybe this is the way scumbags like me can choose.

The girl brought me to a little dirty clutter building, about a foot away from the station (I might have gotten there sooner if I was the only one walking). Four stories, but no tenants in. I don't see any sign of people. I'm not fooled, am I?

"At the top, go by the stairs"

"What? So, hey!

That's all I'm saying, the girl gets in the elevator. I heard you headed ahead, but you could give me a ride with you. Oh, no, maybe you're on alert? Right, normal. Something's making you want to go home. This is the kind of experience I have.

In the end, I wear it. I'll get there. In front of the elevator, the girl waited in a harsh manner.

"If you want to be a hero, cut it in five seconds."

Are you serious? If you want to be a hero, you can just go through the formalities at the bureau and wear a suit.

"Oh, what's the test now? Could it be that you failed?

"... aren't you stupid?

Say, the girl takes the keys out of her bag. Suddenly I proceeded down the hallway and stopped in front of the deepest door. Well, you call this a hero's nest?... Shit, I'm getting really nervous. What if I find out? Ba, you have to find out. I've been wearing a mask and doing a lot of things.

"Go ahead."

"Oh, yeah," he urged, and I dived the door.

Unexpectedly, it is a snug indoor. Because the building is dirty, I imagined it would be more dusty, but one dust hasn't fallen on the vinyl floor. Leather black sofa, glass table. Bookshelves that are neatly packed with books. Oh, there's a desk over here. The laptop. I want it. Wow. Turn it on this TV! Oh, why do you keep all these newspapers? Wow, wow! Inside, I was making a fool of myself, but Boulder is the company that dispatches heroes. I can't feel any smell of life. I also want our organization to be apprenticed. Better treat him.

"Sit down. Take it easy."

The girl did not get out of the wheelchair and headed to the window. There's a wooden executive desk. It's a nasty way of putting it, but it looks expensive, like a president. It's her designated seat, I'm sure....... hmm?

"What's going on?

I tried to face the girl, and I sat on the couch. That's, uh, wow. Hips sink.

"Yes, no.... you know."

I was wondering if you had a bad feeling about it.

"What about the others? You're gonna interview me?

"Is it inconvenient?

"'Cause you're a part-timer, aren't you? Billa handed out."

When I said that, the girl frowned. Have I said something strange?

"You, dull. I don't know who you're looking for, but I'm the president here."

............... you're lying. Yes, no, but I kind of felt like that, like, I didn't.

"You didn't notice? Fine, I'll forget all the disrespect and disrespect I've ever had."

The girl had a mean grin.

"Welcome to Colors, a hero dispatcher. I'm Miko Swan. I'm the greatest human being here."

There's no easier way to introduce yourself.

"Your name, could you let me hear it?

"Justice Aoi. Blue in color, well well. Sort of..."

"Maybe righteousness, huh? Heh, wow. True hero, not a good name. I like it, you."

At work. Then they make fun of me. Sure, it must be a joke name. But I didn't feel bad. Being praised by a person younger than yourself.

"I'll hire you. You should be honored. Aoi, you're our first hero."

Huh?

"I don't think I can help but say the details. If you chew it up, we do it on request, sending out heroes that we think are right for the job, and breaking the hourly rate with the dispatched ones. Nothing, you don't have to be here when you don't have a job. I'll let you know if I have a job. Sometimes you have to go directly to work, sometimes you have to get together here once."

At all, the story didn't come to mind at all. I raise my hand and yell briefly that I have waited.

"... don't tame mouth. So, what is it?

There are many things I want to ask you. But wait a minute. Wait a minute.

"Me, alone? You're lying. I'm the only hero you've got, right?

Girl, the swan nodded small.

"So far. But I'm still recruiting."

You should notice. Doesn't going any deeper really suck? Are you seriously going to put money in this place? No, what's coming to work in the first place? 'Cause it's like the president handing out flyers himself.

"Guess what? Really, you're coming besides me, aren't you?

"I don't know." Hey.

The more you count, the better. Follow-up works, and so do the choices. Alone. Then it's hard on the boulders. For example, if I retire because of an injury or illness, who, what do I do?

"What about employees? Who else besides the president... I can't believe I'm doing this alone..."

"You're an idiot. It's decided to be there."

I spoke terribly, but apparently the worst result was spared.

"There's one driver."

"Are you kidding me!?

The driver, huh? Better than not, but better than not!

"Well, how about your name is Blue Justice?

"Whoa? You weren't listening to me? I don't believe it, you can't. It'll crumble soon anyway."

"Become...? Are you insane? Are you going to be a company animal?

"Hey! Don't let the president say that!

He was left critical. His motivation took root. True, I can't. They'll crush me here, then. I feel that way.

I'm sorry, I didn't tell you this story.

Stand up and head to the door at first sight.

"Whoa, whoa, wait!

"We wish you more and more health and success in the future"

"Don't you pray! All right, all right. Concessions, concessions."

My leg stopped. But I don't turn around.

"In the meantime, please come in to us. Nothing, I won't force you. I'll call you when I get to work. If you don't like the content, you can say no."

Hmm. Isn't that obvious?

"I'm too fluffy, you are. Seriously, what are you doing here?

I don't know what to say, but this city would be a war zone. There are evil organizations twitching all over them, and the heroes moaning. It's the kind of world that pulls out the eyes of a living horse. I'm sure.

"How old are you?

"Sixteen. Any complaints?"

Young. Seriously, can't you be president in sixteen? Ya, but such an arrogant company then......

"I don't think it's the kind of place a kid like you could do it. Honestly, I don't recommend it. I recommend folding."

I don't know too much about the world. As dangerous as it sounds to me, this kid is.

"It doesn't matter."

But.

"It doesn't matter how old you are to get rid of evil and protect justice."

This guy ran out of words. The first thing I said was not gold. This guy ran out of words that when he destroys evil, he will uphold justice.

What's a hero?

Doubts come to mind. Running around the brain at an awesome rate. I was desperate to contain the emotions that were about to explode.

"... how far, I'm a kid"

He's a hero, he's gone.

Justice, evil, I don't know anything.

But I must be a bad guy. As a fighter in the organization, I've done really, really nasty things. What's left of this hand is no more, no more. Thin dirt, even ahead doesn't look good.

How can you be so straight?

Why, you look so beautiful.

How could I?

Why, I...

"Kid and you can call it what you want. But don't deny me."

I couldn't give up.

"... Blue Justice, please don't"

Did this guy put you up to this? Or were you cut off weak? Are you out of your mind?

"More, ask for a good name. President."

No, I'm sure, I wanted to be a hero. Yes, it must be.