Here is Blue Justice!

Let's be honest. I never guessed. In the first place, I was not blessed with the opportunity to get to know a woman after becoming a combatant in an evil organization. When I say we meet, I'm a woman with thicker arms and a lower voice than I am, or a tiny one. First of all, I'm wearing a mask. I'm wearing a suit. There's no such thing as a person who can expose his face.

So I was even coming back to my apartment for now.

"What to do"

As I roared with my arms in front of the room,

Don't interrupt me.

A crude woman showed herself.

It is a red circle. Today she was in a suit. He doesn't have a floating look, so apparently he's not getting the job right. I mean, it doesn't seem like it worked or anything.

"Hey, back to work? Hehe, come home soon."

If you tap lightly, it's the end of the line.

"... damn, this city is too much of a hero."

"It is in every city. There are many heroes and evil organizations. That's all we have."

One way or another, Red Maru has abilities for combatants. Rather, that's all I have. Beat it and hit it. Beat and break. It's perfect. Hero, hey. Isn't that the wrong gate to knock on?

"Do we have to be hero dispatchers?

"We can do it easier if we don't have a head."

"Oh, I'm sure you can do a self-analysis."

"Ugh.... I'll hang out at this hour, the same, the same."

I'm not. I have things to do. There are (or will be) children waiting for help. We need to find my wife soon.

"I'm at work. I'm here as part of it. You know, you see, there's a different aura of workers than you."

Red circles do not say back, they merely stare. Ha ha.

"Well, you don't have to find a job, you don't have to find one first, do you?

"Ah?"

"It's a man. Find someone odd enough to feed you. Oh, you don't have to look so hard."

"Shut up. You tell me twice, I'll kill you."

Wow, I'm scared.

"We want money, but we want to be heroes. Split, Bogus."

"As a hero, huh?"

Red Maru is not working as a hero for Hero Dispatcher Mistrutin right now. It's just a red circle dawn. There is no title.... fulfill, what is she now? Can you call me a hero? Yes, can I call you?

"Sometimes you want to work."

"Me, what?"

"If it's good in my company, well, maybe I can make him work part-time. I'm just looking for someone right now. He's got enough arms to help me."

"Ho, really!?... Ah. Mm-hmm. Well, if you want to talk about it, I won't listen to you."

Change the color of your eyes, you don't. But I'd be helpful if someone as strong as Red Maru could come. I absolutely don't like what you say as my wife, and I don't think you'll follow me in my talk, but I can't complain at this point. It's a little better than being called Loricon. Worst case scenario, this guy is going to be able to push it to some point.

"All right, then be my wife"

Red Maru was looking at me with his dying eyes.

"Uh, heh, normally I don't like it"

Normally refused. No, no, no, wait a minute. Because that's after the words!

"Who likes to propose to you?"

"Oh? I'll throw up."

"No. That's not what I said. I haven't seen you, as a woman. I'm rather going to see it as something closer to a gorilla than a human being. It's a gorilla. He's the most powerful primate. Where are the people marrying Gorillas? You're not here, are you? He's a pretty pervert, even if he was there, or he's like he dumped his life. That's the thing. But, well, if you keep your mouth shut, you're normal. At least you're not a dick. That's where your chest is. Right there."

Is that it? That's crazy, if I talk, the red circle's face will turn red.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

"... hey, I'll ask...!

"That's good. So - gibberish...!?

I knew it was crazy. I was looking at the red circle earlier, but now I see the bright blue sky. The sun is dazzling. And your jaw hurts. It's like being beaten up. My body's knocked on the door, and what? What happened?

"Gebo, spit it up, yeah?

"It's not good..."

Have I put it the wrong way?

Oh, yes. Awesome. Yeah. Red circle bastard, he said he punched you out of the blue. If he was in a suit, he'd be dead for sure, me. Shit.... well, that was a bad idea for me to miss the way I went about the story.

I don't know what to do. Neither the presidents, Idaten Maru nor Red Maru can still do it. I don't rely a little on them. I said, who else is there?... If you're Lady Esmerald, ask... no, you can't. What are you thinking? I am. I'm a hero now. Akan, Akan, the line drawings around there are becoming dangerous. You shouldn't mix it up. If he finds out, he'll end up as a hero and a fighter.

I can't help it. I've rested enough in my room, and I can't guess, do you want to go back to Colors? I wonder what I'm here to do. Has he come to get beaten up? Aren't you an asshole? Asshole. He was an asshole.

My feelings are sinking, so I bought some liquor at the convenience store, and when my dark emotions swell, I bring a sickle to my neck, thinking about coming to work with alcohol in it. You have to drink at a time like this. Come on, summer.

So I tried to get into a convenience store that I saw nearby, and I was about to run into a woman who came out of the store. Be careful. You're a mess. It's good to be a housewife, because you don't have to leave the house.

"Oh, Aoi?

"Ah?"

I get hung up, so I stare at you. The moment I turned around and realized who had called me, the golden ball shrunk up.

"... aren't you Mr. Hundred Ghosts"

Mr. Hundred Ghosts today is not wearing an apron and is a ruffled outfit called a t-shirt on his jeans. I could accidentally get my eyes on her chest, but I put up with it. Well done, me.

"That's terrible. I can't believe I saw you like that."

"What!?

A chilling glance pierces my guilt.

"Your job? It's important to be careful, but I don't think the righteous side will take pricks."

Oh, oh, you know what?

"Ya, um, excuse me. It's a habit."

"Yes.... by the way, I don't think there was anyone bad in the convenience store"

"Twenty-four hour heroes is also a difficult story. I'm looking for someone right now."

For some reason, Mr. Hundred Ghosts smiled small. You're staring at me. I don't know what to do, let me talk to you.

"In fact, in relation to work, how can I put it? Anyway, I'm looking for my wife."

"Give me your wife?

"Yes, my business-like wife."

"... you're kind of in on it. Yeah, yeah. Heroes are tough too."

Mr. Hundred Ghosts is not a hero. I have a magic wand and an unscrupulous apron, but I'm not a hero. She's not even just a housewife.

"But you're out of time. It's time to go back."

"Are you okay?

If you ask me that, I'll be cramped with answers.

"As it is, well, I think we can work it out. I'll be around."

"Hey, Aoi. If it's good, what is it?"

Mr. Hundred Ghosts leaned down, then raised his face as if he had made up his mind.

"Can you tell me more about it? I wish I was such an expired aunt."

Hundreds of ghosts dressed in a crisp suit and showed themselves in front of the Colors. She feels like a career woman. Looks great with glasses and stuff.

"... Aoi, what about this one?

"Ah, oh. This man is Mr. Hundred Ghosts Peony. Someone I knew the other day, the magic girl, and mine."

The president, unaware of the circumstances, tipped his neck. Hundreds of ghosts just have a thin grin. How do I explain it?

"Nice to meet you, Aoi always takes care of you"

"... is a pleasure to meet you. He's a swan who's president of Colors."

Hundreds of ghosts bowed their heads to the presidents as they said what I was going to do. Then the president bows his head, too.

"My name is Hundred Ghost Peony. It's Aoi's wife." Huh?

Hundreds of ghosts smiling with dust. Other facets that react with bickering.

"I mean, wife? What, that? What do you mean?

"Meaning as it is,"

"Shh, president. What should we do?"

"Take it easy, Nine. Hundreds of ghosts say they can help us. Because that's all we're talking about."

Wow. Wow, seriously. Hey, I'm glad. I'm glad to be lying. You can swing. Something tells me a little superiority, or I learn to feel evil.

"So, no! Your brother is mine! Your brother's daughter-in-law is me!

"What are you talking about, you?"

"What are you talking about, brother?

"Hehe, I'm kidding. You don't have to worry, I'm just making fun of you."

You didn't see Ren calling out after you, Hundreds of Ghosts smile ticklishly.

"So, am I to be recognized as your wife?"

"... I don't mind if we do, but it's dangerous. Is that okay with you?

Hundreds of ghosts lifted their hair and still didn't break their grin. It is a great liver. The president also had to snort. Either way, this is supposed to be the infiltration.

infiltration into the school, but in the form of a tour, me and Mr. Hundred Ghosts played a couple,

"It's only now that he's your brother's daughter-in-law"

"Well, I'm not Aoi now, am I?"

It took the form of saying that Ren and I would play our kids. This is a formation that, if anything happens, will be able to deal with it adequately. But I also look at Ren in the cab and call him Nearby, and I remember a little anxiety. This is the one that's going to get the most worn out.

"... we have arrived. It's Maitake school."

Taxis stop in a large parking lot. There was a sign on the two-story prefabricated facility called 'Dance Wushu'.

Dance martial arts. Really, I don't know if there's a Phantom here. However, I'm pretty sure the kid who goes to this school is not feeling well. It becomes clear whether or not we are being swayed by overprotective parents.

"Though you don't have to worry about Mr. Hundred Ghosts, the problem is you, Aoi. Play the fathers of those children."

"Whoa," I said, checking myself out over the mirror.

It was there that I was waxing my hair into seventy-three pieces, wearing unfamiliar glasses, and weird wearing unfamiliar suits. Or it was me.

"Well, if it's just the outfit, it sounds like it. Although undeniably it feels like a frigid outing."

"I'm sure you chose this."

It's too lame for me as usual, and I suspect it early. But this is too......

"Don't worry. Because I will follow you properly, you"

"... Ah, yes"

Well, apparently Hundred Ghosts is already in the role. You, like, awesome. Sorry, this dialogue.

"Make yourselves comfortable, too. Especially you, Len."

"Ugh! All right! You're making a big deal out of it!

I wonder if you're okay, really.

I see, schoolboy.

Buildings are crude, but it's the air that drifts from them. School and not so different.... Stepping into Maiwu Juku, we were welcomed by a man with mushroom hair. When I told him that I wanted to visit, the man nodded and lowered his hips, passing us through the "family" in the reception room.

"Come on in, please," the mushroom-haired man grins. I guess from him now, he looks like a student and a customer when it comes to Ren.

I sat in a pipe chair as I was recommended and slapped my finger on the desk without any concern. Indoors, reasonably beautiful. There's more to it than that. There's enough whiteboards in the front and back of the room.

"I'll bring you some tea now."

"No offense," Hundred Ghosts tries to keep pushing in a sharp tone. But the mushroom hair didn't come through, and he left the room.

Well.

"... I don't know. Something just seems like a regular school."

"Oh, Aoi, have you ever been to school, too?

"No, there isn't. But, well, I thought this would be it."

"What do you think of Len?

I look to the side, but I don't look at you with Ren Habusu's face. What are you obstinate about, this guy?

"Nothing. I can't say anything in particular. It's just that the guy earlier is disgusting"

After all, isn't this a normal school? With that in mind, the man ahead came back with a basin. Four glasses of ice float in the basin, and tea sourced confectionery on them.

"No, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. It's still hot out there, isn't it? If you like."

"Oh, thank you"

As recommended, I snapped through the contents of the glass at once.

"No, delicious. So, I'd like to talk to you about this school."

Mushroom hair, for some reason, stared at the four of us, then raised his voice as if he remembered.

"Ah, yes, it was. It was. It's our dance martial arts school..."

The man's explanation was just even long. I can't wipe the impression that I have a bad explanation for talking about the same thing as I said or came and went. My eyelids were starting to get a little heavier because of the pleasant room temperature and the man's tone. I had to use it for this school anyway, so I was just desperate to hammer it properly and sleep.

"I'd like to see the classroom."

And, was Mr. Hundred Ghosts in a hurry, too, breaks the back of a man's story. He was a little confused, but he was comfortable and okay with me.

"... no, but do you say your husband is not very interested, oh, no, not in a bad way"

A hundred ghosts screw me. Ugh, su, excuse me. But I don't like difficult stories.

"It's been nice working overtime lately. No, I'm sorry," I said appropriately.

"Oh, did I? Well, if you don't mind, rest here. How about a tour to the classroom, wife and kids?

"Right. What will you do?

For a moment, I can't figure out who you're referring to, and I'm in a hurry.... Well, fine. I'm not interested in a tour or anything, and it's rude to go in that condition. Let's leave this place to Mr. Hundred Ghosts.

"Well, me, or me, I guess I'll just load it in the brochure. Ren, no, listen to your mother, and stay out of everyone's way."

And I said something like that, but my wife, daughter and son ignored me for cancer. The mushroom hair laughs bitterly, while he leads the three of them to the classroom. I was left to round the brochure, slap my shoulder, leak my yawn, meditate my eyes.