Here is Blue Justice!

I was in danger of working at Colors. Yes, even more so now. But as it is, he dies before he saves money to buy a suit. I was heading to my grandfather's place, putting down my bare, empty savings.

"So what's this?

I was forced to wake up my grandfather and poke at the money in the envelope.

"Money. No, sincere."

"... you fast-minded bastard"

Grandpa looked around at a bunch of computers and yawned one. He looked at me like I was bored and started pounding on the keyboard.

"I really need it. It's time for the following suit. Do something with this good faith."

"I'm not riding."

"You don't have to ride"

There is force in the finger that taps the "straw" keyboard. High in the quiet room, a dry noise sounded.

I have trouble being told I'm not on board. My life is at stake. The merciless president is holding unreasonable papers. I tried to steal it out somehow, but apparently I wasn't likely to keep any paperwork or anything inside Colors' house. What I haven't looked into is beyond the president's private-room-like door, but it's locked and there's nothing I can do.

"I'm making suits for a hobby, no wonder. I don't care who tells me, I don't do it unless I feel like it."

"Isn't that a different promise?

"Unplug it. If you really want me to make it, why don't you put me on it"

Without a reason, and that's, like, a pretty funny reason, Grandpa wouldn't be moving.... Explain the situation? No, you can't. This grandfather is suspicious if loyalty to the organization is the only oath, but it makes no difference that he is an old man. He said something about treachery the other day, and even if I told him I was stupid and honest about working for a hero dispatcher, he'd be the one who'd be knocked out of the room.

"Okay. I'm leaving today.... In the meantime, can I take this sincerity home?

"Do as you please."

Get up off the floor. The cable was nasty and I wanted to kick your ass, but it wouldn't be a good idea to damage your grandfather's mood any more.

"Oh, well," Grandpa took something out of his desk drawer, as if he remembered.

... Gloves? Yeah, it's a black glove. He is a thick guy, like the football goalkeeper uses. Plus, just one.

"I don't ask why now. It seems boring to turn to your enemies. I really, I guess I need it. But I don't even have a suit. Now be patient for a while."

Offered. Grandpa's wrinkly hands seemed proud.

"Is this...?

"I made it in my spare time. Wonderful, that. You should be able to punch more powerful than your own Phantom or Hero suit. Honestly, it's a waste of time to do this to you."

"Yes, is that good? 'Cause there's nothing for me, Grandpa..."

Grandpa says nothing and takes three coins out of his white pocket. That was 300 yen you took from me before. Three hundred yen, pounding.

"Oh, oh," Jeez, Grandpa! Awesome! Seriously! Is that good!? Can you give me something that performs better than a coarse suit? No, it's just the gloves. Just one, though.

I'll put that glove on my right arm as soon as possible. I have a little extra fingertip, but if I grip it, it will be fine. There was nothing wrong with beating someone up.

"Now it's not just the gloves, but the suit will be finished soon."

"Hehe, hehe, awesome. Yeah, I'll definitely give Grandpa a ride. It's good. Make it."

Grandpa "Kishiko" turns away from me and looks out for the computer monitor.

"I only make good things."

"You're right. Well."

Swing your arms around.

"... what are you doing?

"No, just thought I'd hit you with something to try"

"Heh, heh, don't be ridiculous! You, are you going to avenge your gratitude!?

I was annoyed by the tears. They knocked me out of my room. I knew I couldn't get 300 yen back. Computer, it's full, so I hope you have one. Looks like he wanted to try it soon.

Not the suit, Globe, it received only one, too.

But it would be dangerous to get too well. Even if this guy has awesome performance with ink on his grandfather, it's a glove. I can only wrap my right arm, the fist part. I'm only a hero with my right fist. Nothing else changes. Ordinary. No matter how hard a blow you hit, if you eat the opponent's attack, I'm the one who falls first.

Besides, I haven't even tried one shot yet. There are suits for combatants, and while it sounds most certain and fun to try out a hero opponent when it doesn't come with numbers, it's also dangerous for other guys to ask you where you got the gloves from. After all, do I have to try it when I work at Colors?

I look around the room.... Something, let's hit him. No, but this is your first blow as a hero, okay? What are you gonna do with hitting something boring, me? But I tried early. No, I don't know what to do.

When I thought about it slightly, I fell asleep on the futon at some point. Keep the gloves on. Elementary school?

Such a fold, a job in Colors came into play. Genuine propaganda has finally borne fruit. Tissues on fliers, handed out what could be handed out. Yeah, I don't know if that's a good idea. Besides, I have the super gloves my grandfather gave me.

I just think it's got something on it.

"What are you talking about, suddenly"

I laugh in the cab that Kue drives. I can't help but have fun.

"Hey, a little nervous, right?"

"Um, I know. Kahaha."

The job came from a certain bar master. Bearded and strong, bartender clothes just torn apart with muscular bodies. He was like that. He received a tissue in front of the station and told me to 'knock down the Phantom' because he found out about Colors' existence, but honestly it was something I also wished I could do myself.

The client is playing master at a bar in the basement of downtown. That's the kind of place where a little rubbing was happening, but they've managed to avoid it by showing off their boasting flesh. But no matter how much you work out, you have to wear a suit, ordinary people. Something unrivalled by ordinary people, in this world, in this country, in this city. I mean, Phantom. My client was threatened by a Phantom. I don't know where the organization is, but I can't even put it in the wind of an evil organization like Hane. If you want, you can attack and take it.

"Looks like they're alone. And, yeah, maybe you don't belong in some organization?

Well, you don't get it. Sometimes you do it on your own because you want small money.

"But what a waste. That client, I wish I could be a hero if I had all that body. I don't know."

"I don't know what that old man can do, but it's like a customer being taken hostage. Sure, it's a mess shop, isn't it? I thought you said that only regular customers would come. I didn't know you were sending a hero."

"That's why you asked us."

The president over Miller has a serious look. You know, the mean grin was lurking.

"I didn't want to be crushed, I'm sure."

... Well, I guess the little ones were small but fun to do. I don't know if I've ever had any kind of store, but I'm surrounded by regular customers, soothing. But I cherished that time. Yes, it must be.

Don't get annoyed, that's right.

The Phantom, well, I can understand what he's doing. Even I dye my hands in the path of evil. But unless someone else is doing it. Ah, it's not a story. I'm not convinced anyone other than me is looking good. It's hard for me to grasp my happiness. But it's easy for me to crush someone's happiness. In this world, it's easier to break than to make it.

"Aoi, you look bad."

I don't want you to tell me.

Around 10pm we parked a taxi near the store and headed down the stairs leading down to the basement. I've never been in a store like this before, so I just get a little distracted. but the president gently pulled the door. There's jazzy music in the store. That's moody. It feels like an adult safe house.

"Oh, welcome aboard,"

Mukimuki's master bows his head.

"Sit wherever you want," you must be afraid of Phantoms, there were no guests but us. No, we're here for work. I mean, I don't have a single guest.... because of the Phantom.

I sit alone at the counter. The president and Kyoui were seated on the couch in the back. They asked for the order, but politely turned it down. If it was someone who could fight with alcohol in it, I'd have enjoyed the drink. Moisten your throat with oolong tea for now.

Here, wait for the Phantom.

The Phantom said he was coming today. Master, if you don't give me the money, I'll crush this store. They threaten to kill our guests. It's a mess.

Can I take it down? No, I'll take it down. I'll smash it. My grandfather gave me some gloves over here. Grandpa doesn't lie about these things. He said he was confident. So this glove is real. I have a problem. If I don't hit it, if I don't hit it, I'm gonna waste this glove. Conversely, if you hit it, you can handle it. Grandpa said the performance is higher than that of the coarse suit. About the Phantom there. Then you won't be able to stand it. Otherwise I get in trouble.

Then how do you hit it? Easy, hit close. Or punch him where he's approaching with a scarecrow. This one is almost biological. He's just a little bit like a hero. It would be noticeable if only the gloves were fitted, but the opponent would be alarmed. Insert it there. Set it up there.

"Aoi, Aoi"

"... what the hell," he said, thinking a lot.

"If you need me, that's you... no, good. What?"

Move from the counter seat to the back. The president and Kyoui were eating a stupid big parfait. Do you also give these things out here?

"You know it's a job, don't you?

"Yeah, 'cause they're pulling me out of the gala without worrying"

"You don't know what I mean, do you?

Sitting beside Kue, I tried to eat his parfait.

"No, no, no," but Kue is blocking it tight. Kechi.

"So, what can I do for you? I'm busy reunifying my spirit."

"Weren't you sleeping?

You're being disrespectful.

"No, you, you're a lot of people today. Even though they are usually more ugly and dispersed. Are you confident?

"Sort of" tease. I'm not going to talk about that glove yet.

"Yeah, that. Then there's nothing in particular from me."

Eat better, Parfait.

"... Oh no, nothing today?

"What is it, what is it?" Don't point the spoon at me.

"No, that's why I'm wearing a mask. That's what it is."

The president slowly swallows ice cream.

"I do, not for granted. There's no way you're sending out important employees naked."

Bastard, with a scurvy face.

"Kyoue, let it out."

Nodding, Kue lifts the paper bag that was placed under the table.

"What is it this time? Can you even give me a sword made of cardboard?

When I said that, Kue looked dissatisfied. This guy still gives a shit.

"No, I'm not.... don't you think heroes have something that suits them?

"Suit."

"Especially for lonely people like us. This is essential for a lonely hero."

I had trouble asking the answer, so I turned the paper bag upside down. What has fallen is a black, big cloth. What is it, Kolya? Are you wearing it? Well, it feels the most like it ever did. It's too thin for a suit, this.

It's a cloak.

"Uh, I see. But why is this part of the edge rubbing off?" I'm wearing it today for the first time. What do you mean you're already blurry?

"I feel like you're a testament to the war."

I would say this is the first day I've worn this cape. What's a war? That's how I tried to fool people in my outfit.

"It could be a mess. Try it on."

Get up, take off your jacket and try it on.

"Haha, it doesn't look good"

"Let it go. Is that it? Is there anything to hide?

"Oh, I forgot."

Hey, hey!

"I hope we don't let the Phantoms get away here. Master, I won't tell you who you are."

"I don't know, I can't stand a door in people's mouths. Anyway, is there anything?"

"... Rusai. Master, may I have a moment?

The president called the master and whispered something in his ear. The master nods and pulls into the back. I wonder what you're going to let me bring.

It was glasses.

"Ugh" lenses are also well in there.

"It's the master's personal belongings. Don't take off the lens because you can't pay for it."

Shit, is it better than not?

In the meantime, glasses will be good after the Phantom arrives. Let's just wear a cape.

But that's it. Sometimes the president brings a good one. This is good. A cape is really good. Now I can hide my body. They can't see my arm. Yeah, I feel like I should.

I sip tea in the counter again. No one opened their mouths anymore. Those guys who ate out the parfait are keeping their mouths shut, too.... He said he slept. Well, it's better than getting noisy afterwards.

The master has been wiping the glass since just now. For who? For what? The face of a man much older than me seemed lonely somewhere. I'm not anxious, I'm lonely. I'm waiting for the regulars to return to this store.

Who's bad. What's wrong? I'm sure no one will know that. A Phantom has chosen this store and threatens to give me my money. If there was any money. Then the Phantom didn't do this, and even the Master lived in peace. But I'll hit him. Bust the Phantom. Because I'm sexually angry. I don't know where it is, but I'm gonna slap you into that body. Bad guys have their own way. I'm wearing a corner suit, so if you don't make a hassle of it, you can attack me. A coward who beats someone else up and can't do that doesn't deserve to wear a suit or name a Phantom. We scumbags would be numb with our bodies.

About two hours after I arrived at the store. Finally, the door opened. I'm not a customer. He's the bastard I've been waiting for. I put on my glasses and stare at the entrance. The unfamiliar world was spreading in front of me and I felt just a little nauseated.