Here is Blue Justice!

I don't have enough money.

I want money.

"Dear Aoi, I knew you'd better be a Phantom soon."

"Ha."

Cheap tavern. I pour beer. Eat grilled chicken, listen to seniors, and hammer appropriately.

"I'm saying it for you. You know what I mean, can you run around on the lower end five or ten years away? Phantoms are good in that regard. Just treat it like a man."

What I drink with Sashi is the Phantom of the Organization, my senior. Gray hair crossing, wrinkles carved in the face. This way, I knew I was no different than a normal human being. If you take off your suit, even Phantoms are ordinary people. Especially since my organization doesn't have the high-tech to say it's a synthesis or modification. I don't like it. Only some of them have become monsters to bees. So, seniors seem to be Phantoms of Ancient Stocks in the organization. When it comes to whether you've been diving through a training ground, it's not. Seniors were so good at perceiving danger, and also good at using people.

"If you become a Phantom, your salary won't compare to when you're a combatant," but it's a split here anyway, right? I don't remember seniors being proud of anything.

"No, I want to be."

"You're right. You know, I can recommend it, but you, you know, the track record, that sort of thing."

I can't get around to a lot of work.

"Oh, wait. Did Coal Bamboo say that the other day? I hear you've been desperately stalling your hero."

"Uh, well, sounds like it. I don't remember."

Coal bamboo is the name of the chief. He and his senior are in sync, so he seemed close.

"I don't know if it's because of that, but I hear the job is done. No, the Troopers are in territory. It's a pretty good neighborhood."

"That anachronistic jerk-off"

Some of them wield swords, some of them wield servants.

"Maybe a good story will come to you from Coal Bamboo."

"No, no, there won't be that in the boulder"

I didn't do my job well, and I forgot I was on a positive mission. You said you wanted to stop the hero - or you were desperately eating it just out of resentment.

"Well, I'll do my best. Honestly, the bottom end is easy."

"Haha, maybe!

But it's always the lower end, hey.

I split up with my senior (it was a split after all) and go home. My job today was easy just to keep an eye on, but tomorrow I'm waiting for my job as a hero, not an organization. Let's go to bed early and get ready for tomorrow.

... but gold.

I wish I had the money. Either that or the colors are too poor. As long as I have the money, I can even buy a suit. Suits increase the success rate of work. Rather, he dies. No more imitations like the other day. At the very least, if I could just get a job that I could do without a suit, I'd still figure it out. Save the tips and the money, and someday I'll have a hero suit, too.

Hero, huh?

As always, I don't know. The president says justice is evil, but I don't get it. Well, she knows that money matters. Tomorrow, I'm going to listen to a lot of things.

There's my place of work on the fourth floor of a filthy clutter building. Hero Dispatcher, "Colors". After my first job, I haven't seen the president in a long time.

"I can't work without a suit."

I told him for now. That would be so. I'm telling you I'm sending a hero, and it's the average man in a horse mask who's coming. It would be a scam, this.

The president is staring at me from the designated seat. Looks boring. With cold eyes.

"Right."

Oh?

"Aoi, you're right. Clearly, we don't have any money."

"I really feel fooled not having a suit."

"Well, I cheated."

Don't listen to me.

"I changed my mind, too. Heroes are things that are more than just mindfulness. You need proper equipment to do justice."

"Exactly"

"So I've got an easy job for you today. Don't worry, I got a proper request this time."

No, I'm rather not at ease. It was the president's pocket money request last time.

"... defeat the Phantom or something, then I guess not"

"In a way, that might be easier."

Huh?

"Do you like kids?

The president smiling at me for saying so, but his eyes weren't laughing at anything.

Our president did not elaborate on the content of the request. Well, whatever the job is, I'm in a position to say no (unintentionally).

He took a nine-deck taxi as he was flushed, and came to the roof of the department store in the early morning as he was prompted. It's before the store opens, so there's nobody else but us.

"Tell me what to do."

The rooftop was a small amusement park. An elephant, some hero's ride (the guy who moves goingoin when he puts his money in), and an old video game lined up under the tent. But it was a special stage that caught my eye. It's small, but, well, it looks like you can stand around there, there's about that much room. I see, I can read it.

"... oh, no, I get it. It's me, it's Shaw, right?

Well, it's easy to understand. They send heroes to places like this. You don't have to fight a bee Phantom for this. I guess even the suit lends it to me. You thought about it, didn't you, Miko Swan?

"No, I'm not." He was lightly denied.

"Or there would be no reason to do a hero show in this day and age. If you walk around it, you'll see it in real life."

"Well, what am I..."

The president rings his finger. Then, Kue walked away somewhere. I have a bad feeling. What are you going to bring? What are you gonna do to me?

"Thank you for waiting"

The returning Kue was responsible for something on his back.... Awesome, like I'm having some kind of a mockery.

I notice there. The rooftops of the department stores, the kids were asked if they liked it, and they match. There's only one thing. Kyoue put down what he was responsible for and showed it to me. I wore it. White and black. Cat's.

"Have you ever done something like this?

"What the hell is this?"

"Mascot, mascot. This is Oselot, the mascot from the department store here."

Oh, Ocelot?

"… of the cattle family, meat classified in the genus Ocelot. It lives in the rainforests of South America. Unlike other cat animals, they swim well"

Nine replied that I was confused. That's not what I want to hear.

"You're hanging your name with black and white Othello. Heh, crap. Come on Aoi, you'll be Oselot and entertain the children."

"Gu, uhh, you're lying...? Are you serious..."

"We don't have time to open the store. Get dressed quickly."

The president was laughing with pleasure without me having to change.

Bad vision. Steamy. The exhaled breath hangs on my face. Disgusting.

"Whoa! Call me. Hey!

"Ha ha ha!"

A few hours after Justice Aoi became Oselot, no breaks, etc. I'm even being chased and kicked by the kids.

My job is easy. The point is, you just have to babysit. It would be nice to distribute balloons or make a loose motion and do it properly. It should have been. But the kids are always relentless, they're always serious. Funny, he kicks his ass from behind, he gets swarmed. I can't even fight back with my parents' eyes. I mean, if I fought back, I'd be pissed off at the officials at the department store who were staring at me earlier.

Damn it, I want to beat you up. I want to take the mount and make it bumpy.

"This guy is not taeky at all! Nagging!"

Stop. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

At 2: 00 p.m., I finally got a break.

Othelot, I'm taking off your skin, sitting on the roof of the department store, on stage, sipping paper cup juice. I say it's spring ahead, but it's sweaty and disgusting. If this were the case, I should have brought a change of clothes.

By now, the president and IX must be wandering around the department store. I guess I enjoy window shopping and doing it. I don't have a word for labor. I mean, those guys, why are they following me? It's annoying. There 'll be more to do. Like promoting the company.

But fuck yeah. I'm an evil fighter, and I didn't know I could be chased by kids. Humiliation. Why do you have to do this for money?

"Oh, can you skip it?

As he fell asleep rotten, he heard a mean voice. Waking up his upper body, he admits the president is looking at me and laughing. Nine standing beside him seemed softly restless.

"It's a break, a break. I wouldn't even be a kid right now." No, is there one? Right in front of you.

"Damn, how long do I have to do this?"

"Until it's closed."

Not bad, say. I held my head. A cool face.

"What were you guys doing? It's all right. Don't wear this."

I keep it beside me, Oselot, beat your head to pieces.

"Yeah, I'm grateful to you. I can't deal with kids."

"You're a child, too."

"From your point of view. But I think you're just a kid."

You're a loud guy.

"Um."

If you only point your gaze at me, the Nine would have called me out of sight.

"What is it?

"... can I touch that?

That's probably what you're talking about, Oselot.

"If you touch something like this, it's not funny or anything."

As I said, I threw my head at Nine. He takes it firmly with both arms. It's the expression that doesn't change, but it just seemed a little, happy, you know.... an unusual guy.

"I wish I could wear it anyway."

"... Huh? Well, that's a little..."

Hey, Kyoue looks at me. Like watching the mood over here.

"If it's enough to put your sleeves through a dressing like your sweat stained, it might as well be painted on the mud. Jiu-jie, you won't be touching me for very long. Because if you get sick, it's tough."

"Then paint the mud."

"I don't like it. More than that, because it's time for the break to be over"

"Why do you have to decide?"

"That's what employees just told me. Tell her I'll be busy. At all, don't you think it's a good courage to use me for parsley?

Whoa, are you serious? Are we done taking a break yet? It's rough. It's rough. People are too rough.

"Look, Nine, give it back to him. Kids are gonna lose their identity."

Shit, I don't have a choice. Work is work. Let's do our best for the money. Othelot, who received it from Kue, wears your head.

"Hehe, you look great."

"Shut up."

I hear the kids' voices and a bunch of footsteps. Concentration is important to deal with them. Patience, patience.

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

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Oh, my God!

Come on. Come on, man. but the kids aren't looking at me better. Soon, he's pointing to the new dressing bastard who was on the roof. It's yellow, chick clothes. For some reason, he had wings on his back, like a demon.

"... what the hell is that, a new mascot?

The president tilts his neck.

"Come on, though I haven't heard anything"

The chick's clothing guru walks with a chick and approaches the children.... I felt like I had been plundered from the side.

"Whoa, look at me! Your playmates are this way!

"What are you talking about, you"

"... Isn't things strange?

Kyoue says worryingly. I don't care about that. What the kids see with curiosity is if it wasn't for you, Oselot!

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Getting closer to the chick bastard. Then he looked at me around his neck.

"Peyo, Peyo, Peyo. Kids are great. Lovely, young chick. But over time, from its adorable flesh, wings grow, and they fly off the nest."

"Ah? What are you missing?

"It's not like a villain's dialogue"

Who's the villain? Who did?

The kids are looking away at me and the chicks.

"Piyo, Piyo, Piyo. But once you fly out of the nest, what danger, what ordeal awaits you. I want these kids to be happy. If you can, in my arms. Rest in peace."

... Something's wrong, this guy. It doesn't make sense. I mean, the sight of these kids must be dangerous.

"Kids, I'm not going! With me! With me, to the nest of love!

Raising her voice, the chick spread her wings. As soon as I wondered what was going on, he slammed his wings and floated away into the sky one by one. Flying, are you?

"Whoa, wow. Yeah, I flew! We flew, this guy!

"Cooler than the cat just now!

Don't listen to me! Damn, this chick. Oh! He eagled at the kid's heart for a hell of a performance. For the chick's sake!

"Not a cat! Oselot!"

"What are you talking about!

The president scolds me.

"It's not a mascot, I'm sure it's a Phantom."

"What?

No, but, yeah. If you think calmly, there is no such thing as a flying goose. The wings the bastard's wearing are flight units, or suits. It can't be anything but a Phantom sent out by some organization.

"What's wrong with the hero!?

"... they haven't noticed yet."

Seriously, says Nine. In fact, this is pretty bad. But the president was laughing. Just saying it's a great opportunity.

"You're a hero. Here."

That's how you point to me.

"Oh, you, no way..."

"Work, Aoi. Defeat that Phantom. by skin free in front of the children. Hehe, that's good. I thought it was a boring job, but I can't believe this surprise was waiting for me"

"I don't need such a surprise!

The chick is twisting the kids as she swirls through the sky. It was a creepy position, like the one where the product was prescribed.

"In fact, if you don't do it, it's gonna hurt the kids. Even the other heroes rush right at me. Show him what's good."

Damn, I thought it was someone else, so I said whatever I wanted.

You think he's a flying Phantom? What am I supposed to do with that? The attack over here will not arrive. Fortunately, he doesn't have a flying tool weapon, but there's nothing we can do about it if he's planted from the air. I can't even get up there to catch him. Slightly shredded by hit-and-away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The kids finally realize what's going on get away with it. Trying to escape inside the department store, the chick Phantom descended there, blocking the exit.

"Piyo, Piyo, Piyo, Piyo! Really good! When you have an unusual voice before you change your voice! When you speak! You're no better than a choir! You guys, come on, let me hear you scream more!

I'm an evil fighter. Maybe a hero, but that's still the same. But I haven't fallen far enough to get my hands on the kid. I know you're a fighter, but you're a Phantom, but the contents are no different than ours. You can't do that, though!

"I'll fucking do it. Either it's me, that guy, or the kids are popular with me! Let's make it black and white!

"... but good luck. Mr. Othelot."

I'll take care of it. Hero, Oselot, it's your first line.