I was to meet with Mr. Yayoi, another male of weapons development in the Demon King's Army.
The topic is about example panjandrums and Tatibana, but other than that, I ask "how is it going", to eat natto and spinach hiccups, and so on.
I'll tell you first, it's not cheating. Say no.
It's the one with the stuff, and there are other guys in the design office.
Some gentlemen will be anxious to see if there is anything regarding one Lori and a few assistant women and the Misaka Design Bureau that all that is left is a murky Osama, but I want you to rest assured.
Osama is all gentlemen. Finally, it is also SS.
To say the other thing, the woman belonging to the Design Bureau is also in that SS.
Well, unlike Leona, she doesn't do anything rushing and blow up a room.
When the gendarmerie comes to audit the design bureau, they look at Nato and say, "What weapon is this!?" enough to make a fuss.
So it's okay, don't worry.
That's what I thought. When I opened the design office door, there was Lori,
"And... I'm done...!
I was stretching my back hard.
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.................................... Ha.
Why don't you? It was so sweet and my breathing stopped for about seventeen or five seconds. I almost died.
If there's a guy holding his breath at the entrance for more than ten seconds, that would be suspicious.
Mr. Yayoi immediately noticed this presence and looked surprised.
"... oh, um... what?
"No, uh, I was wondering what Mr. Yayoi was doing."
I'm not wrong.
I don't know what you're doing, you pretty animal. I'd like to see some more after the requirements......
I just thought so. I don't feel sick.
Without realizing my thoughts like that, Mr. Yayoi turned out to have interpreted the words in a different way.
"Oh, with that said...... this is already the time. I'm sorry, I'm still ready for dinner."
"Oh, no, I'm fine. Because rice is not the subject."
Sometimes I forget, but I'm here to work at the design office. Get to work, me. But before that.
"So, what are you doing?
I asked because I was curious.
If this were normal, I think Lori would have stretched her back trying so hard to get something out of her reach.
In this case, however, it is slightly different.
Her right hand has brushed hair and her left hand has a bucket. So, mysterious green liquid in the bucket. There is a strange smell from the liquid.
... Is it alien fluid?
I'm pretty poisoned around thinking it wouldn't be weird for a panjandrum developer to have that much. No, if you look, some of the Demons might be like aliens.
but unlike Leona, there is Mr. Yayoi, who is safe and secure.
"Oh, yeah. I'm painting this."
"Well, I know you're applying it, but what's that liquid?
"It's just a little body fluid-collected and boiled satipologia beetle."
Isn't that the problem...?
"Uh, for what?
"Hmm... well, I guess I can say it if you're Akira. Uh, the Navy asked me..."
Whoa. Has the name of the Navy even come up here?
Says the Navy told the design bureau, "At the stage of building the experimental ship, there's something weird going on below the drainage line. You can clean it at the dry dock, but it's a hassle. Could you develop something from the start that won't catch that worm" request seems to have come.
Speaking of why not the Bureau, well, maybe the Bureau was busy designing the ship itself, because the Navy decided.
I think Leona would be such a one-handed task, but it's also important to assign jobs to a few departments to eliminate the sense of injustice.
Even so, a weird bug that falls below the water line? Probably talking about fuzzy bumps.
Fujitsubo is quite a foe.
Anyway, modern destroyers and aircraft carriers are also plagued by this fuzzy bump. I go into the dry dock and clean the fudge while servicing it.
But that's plain laborious work, so I want to make sure it doesn't stick from the start.
It would be natural for a person to think so. I thought the same thing in the Demon King's Navy.
"I was wondering if I should paint the poison that weird bugs hate, but I can't find a paint that won't dissolve in water and will last long..."
"So, Satie... do you manage to get the body fluids from the beetle?
"Yeah. Because it's toxic and non-water soluble"
"I see..."
With that said, the bottom of the Yamato ship was green with fuzzy measures, what a long story. Though in the end it seems to have been a mistake.
But maybe it will be green in this world? Depends on Mr. Yayoi.
No, before that, something like that is going to kill the beetle. Probably killing about 30,000 of them.
Let's get back to it.
"So I'm painting this iron plate for a try, but I can't reach it..."
"If you ask another bureau member for a stepladder or something..."
"That's what I can't find... the stepladder's gone somewhere, and I don't see anyone else..."
That's what Mr. Yayoi said, shun, tail and ears drooling.
No, yeah, it's hard to say, but the stepladders, anyway, I've been observing this one while hiding from our right diagonal back to the wall since earlier.
The SS guys have a good hobby.
"Well, I'll paint it. 'Cause I'd probably be able to reach it."
The moment I said that, the intention to kill leaked from the right diagonal back for a moment. You want to trouble Mr. Yayoi so bad. You guys.
"So, but..."
"You can say it."
"But if you apply it too cluttered, it's hard because it increases resistance and you can't get accurate data...?
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Yeah, I hope you don't expect me to do a delicate job.
"I knew Mr. Yayoi would. I have a bucket."
"Yeah, but then I guess..."
"That's okay. I have an abdominal proposal."
I said, I turned around behind Mr. Yayoi and gave in.
"Abdominal proposal? What - what, hey, Mr. Akira!?"
And he dives beneath Mr. Yayoi's crotch in panic, and stands up.
The point is, shoulder cars.
This way, Mr. Yayoi can paint carefully on top of being able to ensure sufficient height.
It is just the perfect plan.
If there is just one thing to worry about, would that be feeling extraordinary killing from the rear right?
"Shall we begin?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, no!
"If we don't hurry up, we'll be out of town."
"No more!
So let's say you shoulder Mr. Yayoi, who dyed his face a little red, while applying a little boiled liquid of satipologia beetle to the iron plate.
Before I get killed.
So, let's just say I'm free to just apply it, so let's just exchange words and get rid of the work that ends.
"Speaking of the Navy, do you know we're building a new battleship right now?
"I know. Sure, Mr. Leona makes it..."
"Yes, yes, the ice ship"
"It's a lame design, isn't it? I've never designed a big ship..."
Good. I was a little relieved that some decent people would rate that as impotent.
"That doesn't convey magic when the Orihalcon frame below the water line is damaged. I think it needs improvement."
"Oh, that way..."
Apparently you don't think anything about the ice hull.
But I don't think Leona has any idea what Mr. Yayoi is aware of. I think maybe there are measures in place.
Well, I'm pretty anxious when it's an ambitious design.
"So, they have an extra order from that navy regarding equipment for a new battleship, is that okay? I mean, if it's an ice hull, I don't think we have to take care of the fuzz..."
"He said he would also build steel ships. as a spare when it fails."
"I see."
Is it like B-29 and B-32?
They say they make weapons of ambitious and conservative design at the same time to produce more complete ones. Do you have enough time in the Navy to do that?
"So, what's the order?
"Oh, I was. Sure..."
Other things.
End what seems to be verbal with regard to the Army-operated plans to increase production in Tatibana, including requests for design changes to improve productivity, improvements to tabletop magic guidance computers used by the Bureau of Military Stations, and the development of tools to combat chemical weapons (sarin).
All you have to do is paint and unload Mr. Yayoi and get the autograph done with the paperwork.
It's just, well, he still had the impotence to shoulder car a girl of his age.
"Oh, you know, I knew it was time to put you down..."
"Mmm, still a third..."
"It's okay, I'll do it tomorrow, tomorrow......!
"I'd better finish it because I'm halfway there."
"Fine!
My head started pounding as I turned bright red in my face, so I decided to let her down for you.
Well, no more of this. The guys in the back right will bring you a stepladder, and your life is in danger.
From now on, try to make observations that will not annoy Mr. Yayoi.
"That being said, we just talked... Is Mr. Leona's ship going well?
"Well, so far so good, huh?
I mean Leona, so instead of being stuffy, it seems like it would be about 30.
"Uh, be careful"
"... what is it?
"Um, uh, I don't know what to say..."
That said, Mr. Yayoi is worried about something with his fingers on his temples. Well, is that to say that there is some kind of headache seed?
After a few dozen seconds or so and waiting for her words, what returned was a word of despair.
"Mr. Navy, I don't have a very good reputation..."
"... Yes? Oh, what do you mean?