Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

One room in a dim apartment.

He was poking at each other with a look that seemed like something he could come up with rather than the guys taking it seriously there.

"How are you getting ready?

"It's done as instructed. What about the ambassador's plans?"

"There is no change in time or location. Everything's on schedule."

When I check that far, I get something a little spare for the man who was at the center.

There are seven men in all.

The room, which is not even large, feels considerably smaller than it actually is because the men are packing it.

I have very little stuff in the room and I don't feel much of a sense of life. It's just that a few crates and a bunch of garbage bags piled up in the corner of the room make people want to live here.

Is it the leader, the man at the center restarts the story?

"I was thinking briefly because I heard it was a peaceful country, but it took a lot more work than I thought"

"I didn't think it would be as difficult to procure weapons as that. Besides, it's so inconvenient that bribes don't work at all."

Another man responded.

"I guess politicians have a solid bureaucracy, even if they are incompetent. You're both very different from our incompetent country."

"That's not funny. Besides, foreigners stand out in this country, and there's a lot of cops, and they're all fucking serious."

"The number of firearms aligned thanks to this is minimal. I'm worried, to be honest."

"This operation is only a 'negotiation'. There are no armed civilians and there is no problem. This country doesn't like people dying too much, so every hostage won't be blown up."

A man who looks like a leader says by making sure his opinions have been exhausted.

"The operation will be settled as planned. However, this country also has many supporters in the countries of the Middle East and Africa. The sacrifice of more citizens than necessary may have a negative impact on my organization. Avoid senseless massacres as much as you can."

"You don't have to be pointless, do you? It doesn't matter how many pagans die."

"It can also be called mercy of salvation. But the success of the operation is paramount. For that matter, even our lives are not a big problem."

The man utters words again as he looks over at the faces of all.

"The showdown is tomorrow at 11 a.m. The location is the Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum. The target is the ambassador of State I and a senior official of the Japanese government."

Everyone nods at the man's words.

The expression seemed to dwell on madness.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

"Good day. I guess I'll take this position."

Saito smiles satisfactorily after completing the whole check.

"Enough? Take this off."

"Yeah, that's enough. Can you take it off by yourself?

"It's okay. I'm used to it"

That's what I said. Open the zipper on the underside of my neck and take off what's on my head.

See the sole again.

Undisputed make-or-rider mask. Sure, a guy who says wiood or something. So, of course, the costume other than the mask that is now coming is the same provisional O rider costume.

Why am I dressed like this, not just part-time, because of course I'm a former brave man who uses magic.

"Kashiwagi, your shape has changed a lot, so it's been hard to adjust."

"Ah, I'm sorry. I'm a little stuck in the muscle."

"I don't care if this is about it. Thanks to you, the movement was pretty clean, and I think I'm going to take it."

"Aren't you serious?

"Of course! Nobody's paying attention just to cosplay outfits right now!

"Ha-ha-ha."

"Kashiwaki, your Laoder has a good reputation. Of course, I'll pay you as much as I can for a part-time job."

That's what Saito said to me in the face that I couldn't help but look forward to it.

By the way, what are you talking about, as mentioned above, is part-time work, which is the content of this temporary O rider cosplay at an event that takes place twice a year in the summer and winter to promote a friend's booth (can I say shop?) and perform to boost the event.

I mean, it's a guy called Cosplayer.

Normally, I think it would be more exciting for a girl to say that, but in the case of Koitsu (Saito), the man is better because the content is specific to the feature.

No, I think girls are essential and cute for the specials, too, but the main thing seems to be a man's cosplay.

That's why I'm driven out as a part-time worker almost every time.

Moreover, at that time, we have to imitate the movements of the heroes who have become models, decide on poses, etc.

Even though my mental will be sharpened with a lot of shame, I hesitate to say no because about 6 hours a day, 20,000 yen paid separately for transportation and twice at mealtime are too delicious conditions for poor students.

Summer break if the exam for the first semester of the exam, which will begin shortly. Immediately after that start, accommodation for the circle is planned.

Given the considerable costs involved there, this extraordinary income will be very much appreciated, to be honest, in the middle of August.

I can't forgive the family's part-time costs alone, and the online sales of silver craftsmen I started in the meantime still sold a total of 10 pieces and about 80,000 yen in sales.

20% of this amount has been determined to be the share of Ayumi (sister), so the gross profit is about 60,000.

From there, deducting the cost of the tools aligned for camouflage leaves only 20,000 places.

Most importantly, Yayumi, who is still a junior high student, was thrilled with this amount, but as far as I'm concerned, she just recovered the cost.

Besides the recent visit to Leiria and the complete large deficit in Gotagota after returning.

My wallet is in a fire state.

By the way, after Leiria's return, she was promised a Tokyo hotel dessert buffet by Shi & Yayumi to keep her in a good mood. I bought that fruit and went home, but I couldn't forgive it, and for some reason I was even more upset.

He couldn't have bought a melon after he sent Leiria back. It's a secret why you chose Mellon.

That's why I'm giving up on ignoring all the mental stuff at this time.

"I always wonder why the guy's costume a while back is the main thing, not the new one? I've got the latest costume for you, and you're for the booth."

"That's because quality popular works are better than the latest ones when it's a cosplay venue. And when it's the latest, it's easy to get jealous from other less complete layers."

My friend Yosuke Saito explains this to me. My employer at an event with a specialty geek.

A high school classmate, he is now enrolled in the Basic Science Department of the same university's Department of Science.

He has a wide range of knowledge and already earns quite a bit as a game creator while he is a student.

They cover subcultures in general, such as games and cartoons, but he says, "Special photo heroes are the best! '.

I think he also inspired me to talk about the simple question that came up when I was talking about a special feature as another classmate.

Hmm, the geek with the money is obsessed with the completion of the outfit without a hammer.

It is of such high quality that it does not seem very handcrafted, and the booth hosted by Germany boasts unusual sales as a special photography related every year.

Anything comparable to a game-related corporate booth?

That's why I always felt short of money because of the bike entanglement. I'm hired every year by Koito.

I feel a little sorry to be hired by my classmates, but before the money, my little pride is helpless.

Saito stops and retrieves the DVD for movement reference.

"Do you want some coke? You can get dressed first."

"Thankyou. Just give me a break"

When I responded, Saito went to the kitchen to pick up a drink.

The TV screen is spreading switching news.

- - - Next news. Yesterday evening in downtown Tokyo: 'Ho O Top Premium!' A 35-year-old self-proclaimed unemployed company employee was arrested for allegedly violating the Metropolitan Anti-Annoyance Ordinance for exposing his lower body while screaming. The man has testified to the investigation, "I tried to get the public to acknowledge me because I was ridiculed by a social opponent," testifying that, according to witnesses present, "it was more like" Bunashimeji "than premium," white asparagus of Ningro cans ". In response to this, Hoot Corporation's publicist said, 'It is a great shame that our product name has been used in such incidents. Please note that there is no canned asparagus in the product and our product is not skinned'. The police department has decided to pursue the man more closely about the situation and the aftermath of the crime.

What the hell is this news...

This man can't reintegrate into society on a reported day like this. Woe to you.

I accidentally put in a scratch while drinking the coke that Saito served me.

Saito talks to me after watching the news.

"With that said, you brought some amazing beauties to college during this time?

"... where did you hear that from?

"Yayumi gave me a LINE"

That said, you and Ayumi Koitsu (sister) were close.

She occasionally texts and calls, although she doesn't go out with me.

Well, I'm worried about paying attention, but Koitsu (Saito) shouldn't have any Lori attributes, and his taste (chest size) is quite off with Ayumi, so he'll be fine.

Either way, if I show you a little bit of my hand, I'll make it disappear.

"Thanks to you, I got the wings to take the dessert buffet"

"Haha. As always, Ayumi. With that said, Ayumi, what's your day?

"Ahhh, I went out in the morning to do an exhibition of Persian art with some Sy. I hear Sy got your father a ticket."

"That said, you said on TV that you were doing that."

- This is the news that just came in. There was an explosion at the Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum around 11: 00 today, and a call was made to the police by an accompanying citizen. Immediately after the explosion, a man seen as multiple foreigners with something like a small gun broke into the building. You can see the ambassador of State I, the staff of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and Minister Sagawa of the Ministry of Education and Culture holding him hostage for the ceremony.

"... Didn't the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Art have a Persian art exhibition?

"Huh?! Seriously?!"

When I hear it in surprise, Saito quickly checks on the tablet.

"Looks definitely like it. The first day of the exhibition was today, and the ambassador was there for the memorial service."

When I hear that, I tongue.

I'll call Yayumi right away, but I can't get through. Neither is Sy.

I don't know if it's because they're hostages or simply because they're inside a museum, but either way, it doesn't look like it's powered on.

Anyway, I can't stay like this.

Do something to make sure Sy and Yayumi are safe.

If you are being held hostage, use any hand to help.

Well, what do we do though?

I don't even have to think about it if the situation is imminent, but I still want to do something with my identity hidden if I can.

When I looked around unconsciously, I saw Laoder's mask, which I had taken off earlier in my eyes.