Look out for foreigners with pistols nestled in the front in a dim alley lit by lights.
Am I as old as I am, roughly in my early 30s or something?
Her hair is thin blonde with thin pigments, and she circles her pistol and smokes while weaving her coat in a black suit.
It's too heterogeneous, or it's a clear violation of the gun knife laws.
But there's nothing wrong with just a pistol, so I decided to approach him unconsciously, looking back and alarmed.
There's no guarantee that's a real pistol yet, but you should just check to see where you're spitting smoke out of the muzzle.
If it was real, call the police and arrest the course.
Then somewhat closer, the man came at the gunpoint with the precise perception of whether it was also an eye against me behind him.
What the hell was this guy, an anomaly, even an anomaly, an awesome anomaly?
"... What is it, Japanese, what can I do for you? Whoa, don't get any closer. It stinks from you, I'll shoot you if you get any closer."
No, no, no!
You're the one who sucks!
and the desire to scratch was mountains, but telling this foreign-style handsome thing like that won't solve anything, so ignore the advice for now and get even closer.
There is some fear of being pointed at the muzzle, but honestly it is not any pressure compared to Wyburn's fangs or Demon King's braces.
My spirit got tough, too.
"... Won't you stop? I don't have a choice, don't feel bad about it. I have no grudges against you, but the situation I've been called in is the one. I'm trying to make him suspicious."
Apparently, the man who identified me as the enemy pulls the trigger as it is and starts firing on me.
My physical ability to hold two combined positions, the Holy Knight and the Devil, and my motor vision were able to grasp the impending trajectory of a pistol bullet.
Slightly slacking his body and dodging the first bullet, he said behind him, "Bash!" I hear something evaporating.
No, this sounds crazy.
Why do you hear evaporation noises coming from bullets that would be lead bullets?
I wondered, and I looked back, and there the attack hit something like a floating spirit that I had left as a demon (a yawn) that wasn't enough for me to take, and almost disappeared as a particle of blue light.
... What's going on?
You can't do damage to a floating spirit that would consist of magic if it were a regular bullet.
But now this man's attack has done damage and has led him to vanish with one blow.
This is just as demonic or spiritual or whatever, but it can't be established unless it's finally a method of attack that includes magic.
... to say.
At least the weapon this man was wielding was meant to be a person on the side of the Yin Yang Master and the infidels that accompanied it.
What, is that what you're saying?
Well, then, the psychic is the trump card to Earth's monsters that the government hides from ordinary people.
You shouldn't be caught breaking the gun knife law with a sledge.
But when I understand it, it's a different story about whether or not I can have a peaceful discussion with this man, who would have been recognized as an enemy.
"... you're lying, Japanese. … it's a bullet over the speed of sound."
"Unfortunately, I'm not normal. And, honestly, I don't know who you are, but you're basically seen as an alien tied to the government. I'm one person or the other. Why don't we have a discussion because there seems to be a mutual mistake?
I don't know if it's acceptable, but I'll bring the discussion with me for now.
If this doesn't work, then that's the time.
We'll have to stick it out around the Dojin house as a dangerous person.
I feel sorry to rely on the Dojin family for everything when I'm in trouble, but I can't help it because it's the strongest and largest organization on my back.
"... Hmm, wait a minute"
But my concern seemed to be a concern, and the man who was briefed delivered his weapon and thought of something while he lit the cigarette again and armed himself.
I have no idea what you're thinking, but the misunderstandings seem to be beginning to solve.
And then after a few breaths or so, the man came to a conclusion.
"... No, you're excused for this. Things were a little messy for me, too. Let's apologize for the attack earlier, I'm sorry."
"No, you just have to know. If it's against the average person, it's not as defensive as it is against me."
The average person, like that drunk company employee man in the first place, wouldn't want to disregard the warning against this guy who wields a pistol and make a special attack.
Still, the only one who gets close is a confident psychic in the arm or a suicidal aspiration.
It is unknown how much killing power an earlier attack has against the human body, but a magic attack may have suppressed the power to prevent a single blow.
"That would help if you said so.... If you're a psychic in this country, you know, but you're a little bit under the influence of the Demon Fox (Fox), right? I was called in on that, too, but the enemy is more powerful than I expected. There's been a request, and the suspicious one decides to suspect it."
What, is Fox related to Kyouo?
If that's the case, I'm a little concerned about the big deal.
To the extent that the incidence of monsters is increasing, it's good, but maybe that's not the only way to put it.
Name my name, including introducing myself for now.
"Well, I was just being pursued by the response as far as Nine Tails is concerned. I'm Kenji Saito, a wild mercenary hired by the Yin Yang Shi clan."
I'm not actually hired, but requests come in regularly, so it would be something similar.
"... when it comes to the Yin Yang Master clan, is it that sacrificial witch lineage? It's a pretty good place to be hired. It's a great family of magicians in this country."
... what?
What is sacrifice?
You call yourself hired, but I don't know anything about the Dojin family.
But there was something in me that caught my eye.
…………
"Oops, I'm sorry. You're late in introducing yourself. I'm Harry Taylor. You've heard of the same freelance mercenaries, they're British exorcists. Now Mikado Saionji's legend is helping to crusade the country's Nine Tails."
Taking me into account, black exorcist Harry Taylor laughed niggardly when he said so.