Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

Wong, wong.

CB1300SF I park in front of the garage behind the store and turn off the engine. As for the season, it's winter now.

Whether it's getting sweaty or not, it's winter now, whether it's time to change clothes or not. Ok?

Open the garage shutter with a white breath and put the bike inside.

Collection This garage was built by my father to store and three cars are about the size of an extra room to go in. The far right side is a little empty, and they're letting me put my bike down when I get to work. So I also keep the keys.

When you're done putting the bike in, close the shutter again and lock it up.

My dad will be here in a little while, but it's a habit around here, so I'm definitely going to lock him up.

Then I go out into the street and turn to the front of the store.

"Oh, it's another big fish. I don't know, next time, next time, it's a pain in the ass."

There was an unexpected blurry verse.

Grand Works, your father's shop, feels exactly like a city biker.

Next to the right is a liquor store, next to the left is a udon store, and the building is about the same position and size.

Each store is separated by a fence and parked next to each other, but Grandworks has more than a dozen motorcycles lined up for sale. Naturally, after business hours, the Accordion type gateway is closed.

Hmm, that door is now about half open, and there are four men crawling on the concrete floor and scratching algae on the inside, that is, just on that side where the bike is located.

Look at your face.

... You don't have a face I know.

"Huh?! Oh, hey! Are you the clerk here? Oh, my God, this! I can't move!

"Temee, do something! Hey! I'm telling Temehe!!

When the men notice me, they wake up and they ignore me.

"You're not ignoring me! You're killing me!

Ah-May fly.

I take out my smartphone and hang up as I step around the face of the man I'm calling for.

"Yes. ○ × This is Investigation Division 3, Detective Department, Police Department."

"Sorry to be early in the morning, but my name is Kashiwaki from Grand Works."

'... hey, again?

"Also."

'Huh, got it. How many?'

"There are four of you today."

Take it off and say, 'Yes. I'll be on my way, so can I have it for now?' "Best regards,"

If we get this far, you know what I mean?

It is the four men in front of me who fail brilliantly to steal the motorcycle that was probably placed in the middle of the night and become feathers that stick to the floor.

It's common in these small stores, but there are quite a few individuals and organizations trying to steal motorcycles that are out even when they close.

Of course, every store has measures to prevent theft.

When it's open, it's the cheap one that puts the stuff out there in the store after closing, or even if you can't, it's the one that puts it out there.

That's what this store used to do, but my stock temporarily went flat because I used to buy tons of vintage bikes in Italy and the UK, and my boss in Camola gave me a dozen Italian luxury bikes.

Most of them are kept in warehouses rented in the suburbs, and after more than six months, they sold somewhat or wholesaled them to my father's biker buddies, but that's not how expensive vintage bikes and luxury bikes sell in the first place because of the large number of original bikes.

Originally, Dad's shop was a revenue pillar for repairs, vehicle inspections, and old car restaurants and maintenance, and sales focused on scooters and relatively affordable domestic small exhaust motorcycles.

So it's mostly my father's hobby to handle vintage motorcycles, and he wants to display them as much as he can see than he has purchased them, and as a result, there are quite a few large motorcycles for a good price outside the store that are overflowing with expensive motorcycles and can't get in.

Of course there are things inside that I would never want to be stolen from.

So it's a susceptible situation to be targeted from a luxury bike theft group, but of course, if it was stolen, it wouldn't have happened.

We added more surveillance cameras that were originally attached to eliminate blind spots and installed GPS transmitters on all motorcycles.

Plus your dad said, "Do you even flush high voltage currents," but just do that and even the thieves will be guilty of excesses, so I'm going to set up some traps.

The fact that the main part of it is to place the panels side by side with special effects on the floor.

When someone who doesn't have the key items steps on the floor, they stick it like a tri-mochi and they can't leave.

Besides, it's not immediately adjusted to stick at the time when I tried to work the steal and turn back. Long live the magic!

No - I had a hard time adjusting.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Because there was no one else who knew what I was capable of and was appropriate.

My father is quite old, and if he's a different world group, he can get away with it by force, so it won't help.

That's about enough explanations.

We have to ignore the mud we're still calling for and get ready by the time the police get here.

I unlock the store, get the water out of the sink water heater inside, and put it in the big Yakan.

Check the temperature too. Yeah, hot.

Measured with a thermometer, just in case, 50 degrees Celsius.

Return to the men scratching algae on the floor with plenty of hot water and pound around the place they are sticking.

"No! And, Teme, what the hell, abagh!

Actually, this floor, when I hang about 50°C of hot water, makes it less sticky.

I can make it easy to peel it apart, but it would be better in the form of stepping on some process to hide the existence of magic, and it still needs to be somewhat simple and descriptive.

So I thought about how to hang hot water.

There is an adhesive that actually loses adhesion when you warm it up, and it's easy and convenient because you can even prepare it in the store water heater.

Well, with all the strength of my body, I can't peel off the adhesion, the adhesive ingredients that disappear without even leaving a trace as soon as I hang hot water, and the scratch station is loaded, but fortunately, thanks to my hanging healing magic and the "hair growth magic pills” that I regularly give as bribes, the fuzzy police commissioner has done a lot of rooting for me, so I'll be fine. Maybe.

Police arrive as they restrain mud soaked in other hot water with a regular tie band and clean up the panels that were laying on the floor. Mobile alternation is also coming with us when we are well prepared.

"Hello."

"Every time ~. It's like four people rolling in there"

"Ri! I'm going to get some security camera footage too."

A really light exchange.

I don't think we're dealing with cops, but for the second time this month, if we've handed over nearly ten attempted burglars in the last six months, we're used to each other.

Handily remove the surveillance camera data card even if we don't do anything, and replace it with a spare one.

I cut a man's tie band caused by another cop with a wire cutter that looks like he's as tall as a kid.

Nothing, even a regular nipper would cut it off easily, but it happened to be close by before. I mean, if I used that, the burglar would look like he was dying and it would have been easier to investigate later, so I've decided to use it since. Well, if I'm a little wrong, I can easily drop my fingers. Let's be afraid of that.

"Whoa! Hiroya, even today?

"Good morning, Father. It's over."

When the men were thrown inside the mobile altercation by police officers, a father who would have parked his motorcycle in the garage came in from the street on the table.

Shit, you broke the key again.

Father looking at the key that was rolling next to the gate and tongue-in-cheek.

Hearing that, a seemingly forgotten cop rushes to collect it. Evidence for once.

"Well, the door hasn't been broken, and it's cheap because you padlock it."

I initially had a pretty lame lock on it, but when it was broken, whatever it was put on it was the same, and vice versa, if I made the key too sturdy, this time the door would be broken, so I ended up padlocking it for a few hundred yen at the home center.

Of course, if the killer is caught, he can claim the damages he has suffered, but even the perpetrators of criminal cases are not automatically compensated for the damages, so it is necessary to institute individual civil proceedings.

If a trial is conducted for damage to keys and gateways, it will be costly and laborious.

While doing so, the cops withdrew after completing the necessary confirmation.

They will bring a completed damage report at a later date, so I will just sign it.

Normally, I'd have to go to the police station and write a damage report and send it out, but they simplify it because it's so frequent.

I appreciate it, so now I'll take your hair growth magic pills to the Commissioner as well.

Prepare to open a store with your father when you're done with your morning goth.

Open all the lattice shutters in the store and open the windows to change the air.

Clean with a hatchet and a rag and vacuum the floor. Tools are tidy when closing, so there is no problem.

When you set up the cashier, and then hand check the inventory of the items for sale, it's time to open in no time.

By the way, college is still there, but I've almost finished my thesis and I've earned all the credits I need to graduate, so I only go when I get to play in circles and show my face from time to time. I don't need to go.

My family's part-time job lasts only for weekend nights, but I help my father in his shop for most of the week.

Few visitors come to the motorcyclist during the day of the week. It is normal because the majority of customers are social workers.

Well, sometimes the scooter Oba comes by punk repair or something, but to that extent. I just want you to stop coming on board even though you're flat.

That's why the repair and restore of the motorcycles we keep is at the heart of the business right now.

It's an old customer-like male motorcycle, Kawasaki 750 RS overhaul today.

Z2 This motorcycle would be more famous for its generic name taken from the model Z2E, which is the engine, than for its official name. The overhaul is about disassembly and maintenance, the task of disassembling into detail, cleaning and adjusting it, and returning it to performance like new.

Remove tanks, tires, etc. by securing the frame to the workbench.

It will be on important, with little rust and little degradation within sight.

It's well maintained as far as I can personally, but the cut off for this request is the staining of oil from the engine.

When you unload the engine and put it on another table, your father will fall apart.

Mine will disassemble the engine and clean it with a cloth stained with kerosene. Then check the consumable parts.

Make sure that the wires on the brake pads, brakes and clutches are not worn out and fill in the check documents.

"Ah, this is so bad. The crankcase is cracking. Hiroya, can you do something?

When Dad dismantles the engine, he finds out what caused the oil leak at a glance.

Crankcase material is cast aluminum.

Usually welded and cured, but this requires considerable skill.

Aluminum has a high rate of thermal expansion and is about twice that of iron. Too much time during welding for this, it creates considerable distortion in and around the heated area, and now cracks are more likely to occur at that boundary. If the heating is weak, it can only be welded to the surface and cracks remain on the back side for a few things to crack again.

Dad can do it, but I'm still practicing with scrap material.

The problem is that this belongs to an old bike.

Cast aluminum of this age has quite a bit of space (like air bubbles) called “nesting," and in some cases, there is a lot of mixing in the material itself, and even if welded, it can crack again due to the difference in expansion rate.

Of course, there's still a way to cure it, but it takes time and expense.

That's where my magic comes in.

I hang smelting magic on cracks and suspicious places my father showed me.

By magic, the material is weakened without heating the bond and mixed with the surrounding area, removing air, oil, debris, etc. while shaping.

From time to time my father also looked at it to confirm it, and when I unlocked the magic in place, oh wonder, there was a crankcase that was undone as if there had never been a crack from the beginning.

Since all the materials are done within the same parts, there is no difference in strength due to the difference in the quality of the materials, and no distortion occurs because they are not heated.

"It's really convenient, Omei. But, well, if you can count on that, you won't improve your arm, so don't use it until you're alone."

is your father's warm words.

The biggest difficulty has now been solved, so after that, we will just proceed with cleaning and servicing in a relaxed and polite manner.

Pinch lunch along the way and grind the parts.

Even though it is cleaned on the outside, it is quite dirty when it falls apart, and I enjoy getting cleaner and cleaner when I wipe it by hand.

"Konzichi wa!"

When I was immersed in the work, I heard voices at the store.

Looking at the clock, 4: 00 pm.

Is it that time already?

"Whoa! Are you here? Make it right."

The voice lord came into the store without worrying about the blurriness of his father.

"Yuya, I'll be grandpa"

When you saw my face, you smiled and greeted me. It was you, Kent, who met me at London Airport and came on a plane with me.

My part-time manager Mizuzaki picked me up at his house and now I go to a nearby middle school.

I grew up in England, Kent, and I was worried that you could get used to Japanese school, but I think my friends are having fun going to school.

He wants to work part-time and ride a motorcycle when he's in high school, and this is how he comes to see me every few days.

The goal seems to be a CB1300SF with me and my dad on it, but I guess that's just a little tricky.

"Chi-su! Aniki, no, I'm so cocky!

I'm talking to you, Kent, while I'm working on it, and the next person who came in was Kent, the pervert. And are the faithful with you?

"Coquetted? Are you hurt?"

"That's okay over there. It just felt a little good."

Finally, the perverts are getting brushed up. I hope I don't have to be impotent.

I don't seem to have acted like a runner since the first time I ran with him, but sometimes I have light accidents like this because I don't feel comfortable with my personality.

"Oh, but Brother Yu, this time I might not be able to help. Because my cat popped up on my way home from college and I fell trying to avoid it"

"I will!

I flatter my shoulders because the faithful and Totsuka are desperately excusing me.

"Ah, the clutch lever is broken, isn't it? And the scratches on the mirror are good for now, right? Same one, please?

"I'm asking you because it's as cheap as possible!

"Put the LSL lever on the stock because it's hard. So let the grasshoppers behind you do that."

"Gee! Isn't that 10,000 places!

Ahhh, it's busy, or it's getting loud.

"Hello."

"Chi no!

Kashiwagi-kun, listen to me.

To Kubo, to Aigawa, to Senior Zhaoxiong......

But think about it. This is how friends and senior juniors come to see me where I work.

I guess this is a pretty happy thing.

Or in the spring, I refrain from marrying Sy, Leiria, Tia and Mel, and I could get a job that was understandable and worthwhile.

Loud and fun friends.

My sweet, dependable parents surround me with cute siblings.

... Something's so happy.

Of course there's going to be a lot of things going on, and I'm pretty sure you're going to get physically in trouble. I have a double life with other worlds.

But whatever happens, it's okay, and I'll definitely protect this life.

That's my routine.

Brave man, I still have to go back. Later, Tan, I'm sure that's ridiculous and exciting, and still a fun day. So, keep...