Here is Blue Justice!

"... excuse me. I'm going, I can't think of anything."

"No, that's fine. Nothing to worry about."

I was rolling into Mr. Lew's detective office after that. I'm glad I ran away from the embassy, but Mr. Lew helped me where my heroes were about to corner me. Really, this guy's letting you go.

Just calming down, I explained the situation to Mr. Lew. After he finished listening, he didn't say anything for a while. I drank the coffee I was served and looked around the office.

Though the office, Mr. Lew's castle, which would have rented a room in a miscellaneous building, is more than half his living space. I felt like I lived alone with a guy, and he was scattered with newspapers about a month ago and some kind of convenience store lunch box trash.

I sat back on the couch and waited for Mr. Lew to react. But he never opens his mouth.

"... awesome timing - or something like that would have been nice"

"Huh?"

"No, if Mr. Lew hadn't come over there, I'd have been caught by the administration."

"You know, I think there's something called a star tour."

The stars. Did you patrol them?

"Look at you, right?

Mr. Lew does not answer. I just felt his eyes sharpened.

"At first, I was wondering if Mr. Lew was following me. But maybe not. You mean you were wearing it, and Mr. Lew wasn't worried about the administration? I told you to be careful with the administration before."

"Aoi, I..."

Nothing.

Nothing, I don't want to sell Mr. Lew a fight. It's just under these circumstances. Will this man be an enemy or an ally? That's all I wanted to know.

"Who are you looking at?

Mr. Lew nearly opened his mouth. It is unusual for him to be upset. Yeah, I thought you pulled the hit.

"No, it's a completely irrelevant story. Iris is a janitor. Are you still a teenager? He took a bag of hot dogs last time. See, Mr. Lew ate before."

"Oh, that one over there. It's delicious over there."

"I'm told my tongue is stupid, too, but you can tell it's not right first."

When I said that, Mr. Lew opened his eyes.

"These shops over there are famous for being there first. Spicy or something like that, skip it. So I was curious that Iris was buying hot dogs for the store there. I was wondering if you were as hungry as this asshole. Or you didn't know anything."

"... I thought you didn't know. She won't be here long."

"It looks like it's going to be in the corner of a heavy box, but he said, 'It's delicious.' So maybe this isn't the first time I've eaten. Mr. Lew, you asked if Iris had said anything."

"Oh, I guess so"

Yes, it was.

"I'm only asking, could you be acquainted with Iris?

Yes. As much as food preferences, for example. That's how close it feels.

Mr. Lew scratched his head and began to make coffee.

"Maybe you survive as a fighter or a hero because you're half-baked."

"Well, after all..."

"Oh," Mr. Lew groaned as he had noticed.

"Iris Airway Blue is my real daughter."

............... the fruit, eh? Oh, yeah?

"I don't know, that's not it..."

"Yeah? I knew it. Didn't you?

I laughed and tried to delude myself.

"What. I confessed and lost it. Well, yeah. That's right. My wife, over there. International marriage."

"Really?"

No. In my head, Mr. Lew and Iris don't overlap. I don't know what to say, ma'am, but I guess she was such a beauty.

"Airway blue is my wife's name.... Oh well. Naturally, that's what she calls herself."

"Ah. Could it be that Mr. Lew is a detective to find out about your daughter?

"No, whatever. I wanted to help people. Even if it's cat hunting or whatever, if anyone's in trouble."

He's a fine man.

"Like you, there was a time when I was a hero."

"Mr. Lew, too, was he a hero?

"It was over a decade ago. That's where I quit. I didn't do it in this city, and I don't think anyone knows it because it wasn't famous. So maybe it's the remnants of it doing detectives. Or... no, okay."

Mr. Lew is the hero. I can't imagine. No, I know you're a sharp guy, but looking at your saggy body, I'm so sorry...

"From people I know, they call me by a noisy name or something. Look, because my name is Lew."

"Are you strong?

"... I wonder. My arm wasn't bad, but I was weak."

I know how that feels somehow.

"I was chasing an organization that was a hero. They're like thieves. I couldn't miss it because my family was in the neighborhood."

Freshly brewed coffee. Mr. Lew kept his mug and stared at it.

"I just have one thing, you know, doctrine."

"Is it doctrine"

"Heroes are important. It's not something that wields power without darkness. That's what I think.... my doctrine was not to beat women and children"

I don't know.

I wonder what they would do if they were kids or women. Or so I thought, don't go, I thought. If you did something wrong, kid or woman, you have to be prepared enough to get beat up.

"What happened to the burglars?"

"I found it. I also hunted him down. It almost knocked down the lower end, and then it was just the enemy leader. Almost finished everything well, and I realized they were women."

"Am I missing something?

Mr. Lew nodded.

Well, I guess that happens.... doctrine is the rule. It's something that protects you, but it can also tie you up.

"Of course I included, 'Don't ever do that again'. I was going to. But the missed connection, though I didn't know it, raided my family. Maybe he was making his organization unscrupulous."

"What family... what about your wife?

"I was safe. I suffered a minor injury, but the woman was also caught by another hero. That led me to break up with my wife and daughter, though. After all, they said a lot. It didn't work best when it came to divorce. I still remember being told," You're not a hero. "

I'll never forget it. To add that, Mr. Lew put his mouth on the coffee, which would have gone cold.

"I haven't been in touch with my wife since. It's just that my daughter... Iris sent me a letter for a little while. I knew it to some extent. It also stopped him from coming any time soon because he grew up and found out about my failure, or because he was stopped from sending a letter to someone."

Is that why it happened?

But Mr. Lew and Iris are about to meet again in this city.

"... have you seen Iris' face?

"I thought it was unconcerned, but really, I couldn't cut it off. I got Iris' name from you, and I checked back with the administration right away."

"But Mr. Lew knew about the administration before I told him about Iris, right?"

Oh, and Mr. Lew sounded groaning.

"Getting into the Hero Administration was that kid's dream, it seems. So... so"

Maybe I'll see my own daughter. With that in mind, Mr. Lew might have been looking into the administration.

"That kid has always liked heroes. Maybe it was because I was, but I also remember watching other heroes play a role, sparkling their eyes."

I was thinking of Iris. I don't know what kind of rush it was, but when he was a little boy, he liked heroes and I guess he said it with a glimpse of how he wanted to be in the administration.

Would it be good for a spider's nest to stick with evil tissue? Maybe Iris really didn't know anything about it, then? Then I told him something extra. I feel that way.

The one with a strong sense of justice probably doesn't do a lot of things. Even if there's going to be a crisis in me, I can't miss it...

"Mr. Lew. Can you lend me the phone? I want to get in touch with our guys."

"Oh, I hope so. … am, three o'clock? It's late, but the president must be worried about you."

When Mr. Lew manipulated his phone and called Colors, he handed it to me as it was.

"Shall we take our seats off?

I showed by hand that I didn't mind, and I waited for the phone to connect.

"Fucking Fool"

This is it if you think it's connected.

".................. Yes"

"Are you stupid?

"Yes."

"Are you safe?

"Yes."

"Now, where?

I got a little lost, but decided to tell the truth.

"The detective I know."

'Oh, um... yeah. Where's Idaten Maru?

"I'm sorry, but I got lost on the way"

Besides, the president will shut up. Well, if you're prepared to let me curse next,

'So? What are you going to do?

Out of the blue, they said that in a gentle voice. What are you going to do?

"It doesn't seem that widespread that you escaped from the administration. However, the media must be sniffing out the Phantoms' rampage at the Bureau of Management. '

"Right."

"Oh, and I got an anonymous call. He said he was going around saying the same thing to other hero dispatchers.

Anonymous? Right now, at this time?

"What about him?

"The Spider's Nest is connected back there."

"... right"

Damn you, that guy. Definitely, Mr. Edo. They're talking to the dispatch agency.

'Then there's one more thing. I've been told to tell Colors only this.'

"Ooh."

"Administrator, Iris Airway Blue is being captured by someone. What do you think? '

"What do you think of the president?

"Phew. Haha, because I imitate it like it's a hive. It feels like a lot of trouble."

Sexual roots are rotten.

It's just, yeah. Has Iris been captured? So, probably, when he heard the extra thing, they thought it was a pain in the ass. I don't know how much the spider's nest is, but you got caught up in the one whose breath it took.

Are you going to seal your mouth, or.

'So? What are you going to do?

I was told the same thing earlier, but my voice is not being nice.

"You've made up your mind."

'Yeah. You're gonna help that kid. Oh, yeah. Yeah. It is.'

"Oh, my God, are you stubborn? Oh, my God. I'm not trying to help him. By helping him, you can show him my justice."

'... don't be cool, you idiot!

"Ah!"

Cut!

I stood still holding the phone, then returned it to me and returned the call to Mr. Lew.

"Aoi. I heard a leak..."

I knew they would ask. Well, I was gonna talk to you properly.

"Well, I don't know if it's true. But yes. Iris has been caught. I think a spider's nest is in tissue."

"Oh well..."

Mr. Lew sits on the couch and holds his head.

"I'm not asking you to leave it all to me. But I'm coming."

Mr. Lew didn't seem to be listening to me. Something keeps squeaking and whining about something in such a voice that I can't hear it. For a moment, I thought you might have gone crazy, but you didn't. Apparently he had words of apology in his mouth.

Would it have been a minute since then, Mr. Lew stops squeaking perfectly and gets up. When I asked him what he was going to do, he ran out of words that I would go, too.

I have no reason or skill to stop Mr. Lew. He nodded small and left the detective's office for two.