Here is Blue Justice!

Coming out of the cab was a man in a horse mask. It's about me. I wove a jacket in my jeans and I stared at the chills, the combatants and the Phantoms. But they don't look at us. The young lady skips depression. I bet I would, too. Such a pervert, who would deal with it? Without a suit, the guy who comes dressed like a lick, only to ignore it.

"Hey."

So I approached him with ease. I mean, the average person would have seen me the same way.

"Ahhh? What the hell, you?"

Beat the shoulder of a combatant who was nearby. I kick up that guy's groin turning indefensibly.

"Damn..................!?

Even if you wear a suit and your physical abilities improve, you're not invincible. The damage goes through. In a suit to the extent that it is being paid to combatants, the damage that went through the steeple will not slip through inside.

I grabbed the stuffy combatant's head and slammed him to the ground. Asphalt and his head collided,

"Orolo? Who is it?

A Phantom in a wolf-shaped suit looks at me. The distance is far. Between him and me, the fighters are jerking off. If they've noticed, no more surprises will come through.

"He's a hero I've never seen!

"Mr. Wolf, let's do it!

The combatant summons whatever he wants.

"Orolo, you guys do it. I play on the bus with young kids. You can ignore it, but we're just gonna finish this and go home."

"Shut up! Damn, we'll do it, you guys!

A Phantom called Wolf (isn't it?) tries to get back on the bus. The moment he turned his back, I ran out ready. Rub through the fighters trying to grab him and set a target for Wolf and Ya.

In the first place, these few opponents don't share well. Then it's Theory who smashes his head. Yeah, that's how they do it all the time.

"Wow, that's surprisingly fast."

"Catch up. Catch up, you son of a bitch!

Exactly. I can't run like I did when I worked as a combatant. Even your breath will be up soon. I get caught. I don't want to eat the attack as much as it will. I still have work to do tonight. I stop, I jump over the fighters, I turn my back from the junction. He looked at me on his way, and the wild horses started paving the way.

"What the hell?" I asked.

Get lost in the crowd and hide yourself between the buildings. As I was breathing, I heard footsteps. Light noise. Damn, I knew it wouldn't spill without a suit.

"There he is!

Found it! A narrow alley, further afield. And, among the group, a guy with a quick leg approached right there. I can't. I flip and avoid a shaken fist. I took the combatant's back and wrapped my arms around his neck. No hesitation. Tighten and stifle at once. You're not gonna break my neck bone. Uh, it won't work.

"Don't move, don't move! I don't care what happens to this guy!

Tapped but ignored. Even in suits, they are vulnerable to moves that can sharpen joints or target gaps like this.

"You're a coward, you're not a hero!

"Let him go! He's been having a cold since yesterday!

"Know, scatter! You guys, don't think it'd be nice if we could all fly away! Seriously, I'm gonna kill one or two of you!

If I move forward, the vertically lined combatants step back.

"This horse!

"Uh-huh. I'm gonna kill you!

But it could still have been better than no mask. If the surface cracks, you can't leave the city around here. Is this how you're buying grudges again? Heroes are causal business.

"Don't interrupt me, let me tie you up with a Phantom like that Wolf. Then I'll save your life."

"Can you imitate me like that?"

"The bottom end."

Even though he's wearing a suit inferior to a Phantom, the numbers are. If there is one win for every ten, this is the only way. But obviously, the minutes are bad. Either you will be surrounded by twenty combatants or you will meet a Phantom with extraordinary performance in Sashi, which will be difficult to die for. No, don't be greedy. Anyway, as far as I'm concerned, money and victory are second to none. I have to think about surviving. As long as you buy time, the other heroes who heard the noise will come to the Hyena. From then on, you just have to poke a gap and run.

"Phantom, I can't die protecting you. I'm sorry! Oh, shit! Make way!

The moment I yelled, I stumbled into something. I might have gotten too well. Relax, unnecessarily. Because he was strangling the combatant, he couldn't even take his passivity and hit the ground.

"Now -! Do it!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait!

Wow, I can't see the front! Damn, what the fuck happened to the mask position? What happens to me?!?

"Wait, you scoundrels"

"Hey, who are you?

"Hmm."

Hey, what is it? What happened? If you think there's a woman's voice, the combatants have stopped.

"Ah, already! I've been dealing with a horse bastard like this! You've got a rookie!

"Enclosure."

Novice? Oh, well. Has the hero come for me? That's good. Do it!... I wonder what it is.

Let go of the combatants, that's where they leave off. When I fixed the position of the mask, there was a woman there who did put together a heroic suit.

That was awesome. When it comes to suits, they are suits, but the skin is fairly exposed. Look at the bright red bikini, how can you prevent an attack like this? Are you ashamed of yourself?

"Han, you deserve all the goose necks, all the loose ends, and all the mutton fish."

"Funny outfit. Whoa, whoa, whoa, one, two, three. Let's go."

"Huh? Seriously, Mr. Wolf, let's wait."

The female hero was in arms. He's shorter than Kue or me, but still close to 170 centimeters. Her face, half hidden in a visor, but from her mouth tied to a single letter, she can feel the strength of her will, something like that. The long dark hair was wrapped up in ponytails and shaken in the wind with the blue cape. Hmm, that sounds like it. Sure, a hero. He has a neat face, a fantastic suit, and glossy black hair would attract attention. But above all, it catches my eye.

"... we're going this way"

She has, perhaps a weapon, a giant servant. Will it be close to two meters? That's thick. It must hurt if you get slapped. Besides, the suit's boosting my strength. A suit to the extent of a combatant. Then you won't be able to withstand that attack.

But it is a servant. Um, you know, the arrow that turns the rice away. The bikini hero is wielding his servant with one hand. Horrible.

The combatants try to close the gap. but the hero dropped his hips deep and swayed his knife. Shake the score in a roll-up motion. Two combatants who were nearby ate the attack and floated in space. It's a hell of a power. That suit must be pretty good.

"Ghahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha what the heck is that!?

"You've got to be kidding me, you stupid bitch!

"If you eat something like that, you'll die. Normal!

The combatant summons up the aftermath. The hero said nothing and stood up for the servant. The servant wrote "Anniversary" in brush strokes. Terrible taste. I don't want to be beaten to death like that.

"Damn it, Mr. Wolf, call me."

"Whoa, I'm going!

"No, I'm going, I'm going, so somebody hold him down!

In the end, the remaining combatants carried their fallen companions and fled at first sight. So the hero who broke the arrangement looks at me. She looked at us for a while, but missed her face like she lost interest.

"... I don't want to. Get out of my way. Get out of my way."

Houtok......? No, this guy's been talking dialect since just now. Hiroshima or something? I don't know what you said, but I know you're being ridiculed. I'm in the way, and they told me to disappear. It's not funny. It's true you saved me, but come back later and scratch the delicious spot, you're a hero right. I won't thank you. Pity, though.

The Shinigami Hero waited for the Phantom, not looking at us.

"Orlolololololololololol! I don't like it, but young ladies are welcome! I'm gonna hurt you and make you feel good! Ororo, oro, oro!"

The Phantom who came took one of his shadow shots and stopped moving. I was struck in the head, slammed to the ground, and I wasn't even tickled. The combatants, who were turning into galleries, abandoned the Phantom and tried to get on the bus, but were surrounded by another hero, pulled down from the bus and carefully bogged down one by one.

The hero of the Hiroshima valve normally walked home after contacting him somewhere on his cell phone.

I was left behind, and after I had seen things go away, I took off my horse mask and went back to the cab with a bum.

"Not at all, you"

No longer, I'm not even willing to slap a hater. Get in the passenger seat, exhale deeply and long. Kyoue looked at me worried, but I had to stare out the window. Combatants are lynched. The young woman, who had been pushed into the bus, had not thanked her hero, but had left behind her the shittiness and the spot.

Well, here's the thing.

Even the heroes who rushed to the scene didn't come here to be admired. I want money, or I'm here to fight fighters to raise our profile and our profile, like we do. Especially since it only takes a few people to beat up one miscellaneous fish.

"Oh, what happened to the mask?

"... I don't know."

"Hmm? Well, I'll pull it off my paycheck."

"Whatever you want."

I couldn't see the president's face. Well, I'm pissed at the way she does that she doesn't even have a decent weapon in place of a suit. She's the one who's going to get it done with a word of 'oh yeah' that I'm dead. It's stranger not to be angry. Instead of defeating the combatants, it's not my fault I couldn't even fight the Phantoms. Foundations, it's just a story that humans can't do. But when I did, I was the one who got out breathing. I'm the one who betrayed her, just a little expectation. My first job, I failed.

"Kyoue, let me out."

"... is that good?

"There's no good or bad. I'm going home."

"... seat belt"

Taxis depart. Nine times told me, I fastened my belt. For quite some time, there was gloomy air standing in the car.

"Aoi"

The president opens his mouth. I stole her over the mirror.

"I'll give you one compliment. You didn't become a hyena like those guys. It didn't reach the Phantom, and I wouldn't have been able to fight the combatants properly. But you kept your justice. You kept my justice."

"... to put it well."

That said, the president never opened his mouth.

A few hours after my work as a hero, I was standing at work in a combatant suit. It is your job as an organization of evil. Yeah, this one's coming tight, I knew it.

"Senior, who were you dealing with today?

"Oh?"

A corner of the office district, in an unpopular alley. He talks to me when I'm on the field, and I look back, even though it's a pain in the ass.

"There's no one there. The chief said our role was positive."

The other day, because of the fighting in the warehouse, the number of fighters in our squad was down. So today it's incorporated into the work of another squad. The role of our squad is to attract the attention of the heroes who will hear the noise and come with the scarecrow, making it easier for the squad to do its job.

"Throw away the pawns."

"... uuuuuuu"

Sure, we must be abandoned pawns. But you don't have to. You just have to do it right this time.

"I haven't even left the bus today. I have to go home on my own. Try to get hurt. They're gonna get you."

"Yeah, but it's a fine pair. What are you gonna do about it? You're gonna go around burning buildings around here?

"You idiot, if you do that, you're terrible when you get caught. What do you have?

"Megaphone."

Junior combatants have their megaphones listed.

"Call it in. Maybe a hero will come this way."

"What if I come?!?

"You know what! Run!"

Well, our squad is dispersed around there, and not necessarily haphazardly a hero will come this way. In the first place, a hero might not come.

Me and my junior were desperately running away. Unfortunately, a hero was coming this way.

"Ha, ha, ha... hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey"

From alley to alley, sometimes across the intersection late at night, we were about to sprinkle our heroes. But the performance of that suit over there is high. I can't shake it off completely. On my back, I always feel like killing myself. I'm running out of breath because of the pressure. I watch my back, then I put my back on the wall of the building, and I breathe. The junior was on the spot.

What we're after is the hero that's making this neighborhood a territory. He's the guy called Trooper or something, in a suit like Warlord Warlord's armor. We'll have no hands, no legs, and we'll be slaughtered and killed at ease. Bad guys don't have human rights.

"Hih...! Somebody's coming!

"So far" attracts enemies, the job is done more than necessary. This is the tide. You should run back to the organization.

"We're going home. From the opposite direction of the main unit, like this, far away."

"What will you do if they catch up to you?!?

That's the time. But even heroes will probably be about to realize it. That we are.

"Found"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?

Juniors scream. There was someone standing in front of us, blocking the path. She is a woman with long hair and tall, wearing a bikini-like suit. She had a giant servant.

"... bastard"

You can't be wrong about that. This guy's a daytime hero!

"Seniors, seniors, what are you going to do? S!?

"I'll kill you!

Should I keep it in resentment clearness? I run out. It's not like a daytime horseman. I'm wearing a suit right now, and I've already seen the attacks and patterns of women. I don't know if I can win, but I reward you with one arrow. Hit me. Scratch it, jealous power! Roll this up, my energy!

It would be a miracle to be able to safely return to the organization. My body was blurry. My whole body hurts. but thanks to the suit or fortunately it only had to be a light bruise. It's good to be alive. It's great to be alive.

"You, wow, how dare you go to a hero in a suit like that"

The chief praised me, but I wasn't very happy. In the end, the Hiroshima woman didn't even get to touch one finger. I don't really remember how it helped. Anyway, let's forget everything today and get some rest.