Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

Side A Boy's Resolve

My mother took me to a place called "Biju Kan" with my sister.

She said she wanted to come, so I didn't have to come today.

My father was supposed to be with me for the most part, but every day this was gone.

But your mother seemed to have fun, but I'm bored.

My sister was still a little girl, so I held hands and watched a lot, but nothing seemed interesting.

I knew I should have had 3DS for this.

As I was playing with my sister, I heard a loud noise from the outside.

Sounds like fireworks.

After that, it sounded like a bump, and the people around me touched it.

Your mother gave me and my sister a hand.

What is it?

My sister is startled and about to cry.

When my sister didn't cry, I heard bread and bread and a gaijin with a big kenju came in.

Geidin was talking out loud, but I don't know what he's talking about.

But it feels so frightening.

Me and my sister went to my room when my mother told me to.

Everyone else goes to Sumi the same way.

So I did it because your mother told me to stick around a little.

I've been doing that for a while, but nothing's come of it.

Geidin said something out loud about us, but I had no idea.

But my sister cried because of it.

Geidin approached me and went off loud, but the little one would cry frightened.

Looks like Geidin is an adult but doesn't even know that.

I'm sure this geezine is stupid.

I guess I didn't do the school studies your father said I could do properly and I was bald only with every tae hen.

Geidin tried to grab her mother's hand and pull it back.

Your mother speaks out loudly.

I grabbed my mother by the hand of Gaijin.

Geidin held out his hand with a strange voice.

I'm a boy, so I have to protect your mother and sister.

Your father always told me.

Geidin shouted out loud and pointed Kenjoo at us.

I stood in front of my mother and sister and spread my hand like I had seen it on TV one day.

I close my eyes frightened.

Bread, bread, bread, bread.

But I don't want to go anywhere.

There was a slight sound of something falling off, and he pounded my balls like your father used to do.

When I opened my eyes, there was a tentative O riderweed in front of me.

Surprised.

'Cause that's a crop story, and everybody said there's no such thing as a temporary O rider.

I thought so too, but I'm right in front of you.

Why is that?

I looked around because Wiood already said he was a jerk, and Geidin was curious.

You saved my life.

I peed when I was sober.

I'm a big brother, but I'm very confused.

But he cleaned me up with Wiood Kama.

Awesome!

I want to use it too!!

I thought Maho was the only one in the story, but if it really is, maybe I can do it.

However, he said that if his brother was "dotted" until he was thirty years old, he could use it.

So I'm going to try my best to be a 'dote'.

Then I'm sure I can be like Wiood, too?

Let's start tomorrow.

SIDE Determination of a Police Officer

"Phew..."

Stop the hand entering the report and exhale loudly.

I'm in the office of the Police Department's Organized Crime Department.

My name is Akechi Goro, and I am the head of this department. The ranks are vigilant.

Naturally, I'm not a famous detective, and I don't have a grandson of a famous detective who gets caught up in a murder by a plague god.

What's bothering my mind right now is the report on the "Persian Art Exhibition Raid" that happened the other day.

The case itself has already been solved and six terrorists and one liaison officer who raided it, as well as the criminal organizations that supported it, have also been able to be roughly arrested.

So what bothers me is not the case itself.

Here's what happened.

That day I was doing administrative work in this office just as I am now.

At 11: 03 a.m., an emergency call came in to my attention.

There was an explosion at the Metropolitan Art Museum and at the same time multiple armed groups of foreigners broke into the building.

It included ministers and clerks who were visiting for the ceremony and ambassadors from country I, and it was about holding a majority of ordinary customers hostage.

As a terrorist incident, the Police Department's Organized Crime Department received a request to be dispatched.

I took all the agents in my office and rushed to the scene.

In view of the situation, the Security Department was requested to deploy a mobile unit, including an explosive ordnance disposal unit, and a special assault unit (SAT).

Initiation is the most important thing about these types of organised crime.

It would only delay the resolution of cases, such as the sequential introduction of personnel.

Arriving at the scene, I immediately sealed off the perimeter.

Evacuate all those who were in the surrounding buildings.

Shortly after the blockade was completed, one of the hostages was released and the demands of the criminal group were communicated to us.

The demand was to free the executives of the international terrorist groups who are being arrested and detained in country I.

It is international common sense not to negotiate with terrorists, but that decision is not for us to make.

I contacted my superior officer and communicated my request.

No matter what I do, there is no change.

According to the hearings of the freed hostages, there seemed to be no fewer than 10 terrorists than expected.

But there are many hostages in the building, and I can't even ask what's going on inside.

It was going to take a while to solve the case.

The park behind the scene is somewhat noisy as I assume command of the scene and give the inaccessible instructions to those who started it.

"What's up?

I ask the nearby cops as they head to the scene of the noise.

"Someone dressed suspiciously came down from the sky..."

Frowning at too vague a response.

I'm not a kid, and I wouldn't have come down from the sky.

That's what I think.

"Hey, watch out! Give me that!"

If you look in the direction another policeman points, a human-like object does float over the diagonal of a building where terrorists stand and cage.

It cannot be seen clearly due to the slight distance.

But there's no way a human can fly without tools.

When I wondered if it was like a drone, the shadow jumped towards the lobby entrance to the building.

We panic.

I don't know whose prank it is, but it doesn't taste good to spur terrorists poorly in the current situation where the hostages are.

You can't just go in after him.

Instruct them to change the system so that they can narrow the siege near the entrance and respond to unforeseen circumstances.

Just a few seconds after something jumped in, a shadow appeared at the entrance and threw people out.

The attire of the person thrown out coincides with testimony concerning the terrorist of the freed hostage.

I don't know if he's dead or alive, but there's no sign of him moving.

The person who threw it out only looked like a relatively tall man wearing something like a black coat for a moment.

But my face looked like it was covered and I couldn't confirm it.

I immediately give instructions to get closer from the shadows and secure who I think is a terrorist.

Shortly after we succeeded in securing it, one more person was thrown out.

Now that we were near the entrance, we were able to clearly identify the person we threw out.

"Oh, is that a temporary O rider?

Someone squeaks.

He does look like someone dressed as a so-called feature hero.

There is no one here who thinks I'm a real temporary O rider.

It only seems suspicious to us, just like terrorists.

Apparently, he's hostile to terrorists, but he couldn't be optimistic that he would consider the safety of the hostages.

I wonder how that person broke into the building in the first place.

All entrances and exits to the building are monitored to emergency exits and plumbing corridors.

I'm sure something jumped inside from the sky, but are you even going to say it really flew through the sky?

Either way, I can't afford to think about something that's unanswered right now.

The SAT crew who were asking about the inside confirms that there are no people in the lobby.

And 15 crew members break into the lobby and go.

The rest are waiting around the building and near the emergency exit.

We'll have to leave the rest to the specially trained crew and the captain.

Higher rank or not, I can only take responsibility for creating an environment where the scene can move efficiently.

Minutes of distressing not to put your anxiety on the table because you don't know what's going on inside.

The interior of the entrance becomes noisy for Russia.

Tensions run to the surrounding police force.

Watching in solitary spit comes out one after another those who would have been hostages in a way led by one SAT crew member.

Everyone has a uniformly anxious look on their face, but when they see a police officer, they wave loudly.

Some of them would sit up to collapse.

As soon as I return to you, I instruct you to protect civilians.

Make sure the terrorists are not mixed, of course.

"Can someone explain the situation?

There's one boy at the police inquiry.

"Tentative Riderweed helped me."

That's what I said.

"Oh, you know, the guy with the mask O 'idar cosplay took down the guy with the gun and set us free."

Another man also testifies.

Probably about the person earlier.

Maybe he's not a bad person, but it's very difficult for someone who's still not expertly trained to behave on his own.

I sincerely hoped that nothing would end.

Then more than a dozen minutes later, the hostages are again led out by SAT crews.

Some of them are ambassadors and ministers from country I.

Apparently, the case was solved successfully.

As far as the look on the SAT crew's face goes, no one seems to be hurt.

My men came to get me when I was so relieved.

"Alert, Captain Maruyama from the Entering Squad is in urgent contact."

I immediately regain tension and respond to the radio.

Captain Maruyama told me that the person who took control of the terrorists had recovered the bomb they had brought in, so he asked for it to be processed.

There's no end to the question of how the hell you recovered it, but in any case, you can't keep it that way.

Fortunately, the bomb squad is also in place, so I give instructions to direct them to the explosion-proof wall.

Wait a few minutes.

A cosplay person came out of the first floor emergency exit.

I have ordered the surrounding policemen not to act short-circuited beforehand.

So far, this person seems to be cooperating, and even considering he took control of armed terrorists by himself, he's likely in possession of some kind of weapon.

Furthermore, no clear criminal activity has been identified at this time.

If you can't do it, you can apply obstruction of justice, but it won't be a good idea to stimulate the darkness even though you're showing an attitude of cooperation towards the police.

But I'm not going to let you go as an easy thank you for your cooperation.

At a minimum, it is necessary to verify the identity and interview the circumstances.

After placing the bomb inside the explosion-proof wall, the SAT crew surrounds the cosplay person who came out.

Naturally, I'm not pointing a gun at you because I'm not a clear criminal.

"Thank you for your cooperation. I'm sorry, but I'd like you to accompany me to the police station for questioning."

Captain Maruyama speaks.

"Ahhh, I'm sorry, but give me a break about that. Now, if you'll excuse me."

It was the first young man's voice I heard.

But what do we do in this state surrounded by the crew?

After the cosplay man's body felt slightly glowed when I thought so, he disappeared neglectfully.

Of course I didn't blink. No, even if I did, I couldn't possibly disappear in such a moment.

The crew are looking around and up, but they can't seem to spot anything.

I can't believe what happened in front of me.

Surely a good magician would be able to move and disappear instantly.

But that's something that we can do because there are situations where there are seeds and tricks, and we cover them up once so that they can't be seen from the audience.

In this case, it is not a situation that can be set up, and it disappeared in front of the eyes of those who surrounded it.

Would you say that it was a ghost?

I don't even believe in ghosts.

I exhale loudly again when I finish swinging back the case.

There was definitely a bomb inside the explosion-proof wall after that.

I could confirm that not all of us were daydreaming, but is that a good idea?

Most of the secured terrorists were seriously injured.

Especially two of the three people who were positioned on the top floor were severely frostbitten and ended up cutting one arm and the other both.

The one remaining has a ruptured testicle. So much so that the crew, the cops, and the paramedics who saw the injuries all became internal crotches for a while.

The man on the ground floor had a complex fracture of both hands and feet and a crushed jaw fracture.

The rest were fractured and burned, either way seriously.

Sure, the injury is in terrible condition, but I wouldn't even call it too much on this matter.

They were all armed with automatic small guns and also hidden pistols and knives.

In fact, there were also testimonies that they were firing at children.

In addition, the bomb also plants what is assumed to be a considerable scale explosion.

It is suppressed by just one person, and not one injured person in the hostage.

After that, I asked Captain Maruyama of SAT if that was possible.

"I guess it's possible if you can get an accurate idea of the terrorist's placement, have the speed to travel from the entrance to the killer in an instant, and make them incapable of combat with a single blow. Without the other people on the floor noticing it."

And he answered with a bitter laugh.

Doesn't that mean it's practically impossible?

But the fact is, that cosplay guy did it.

In addition, witness testimony indicates that he has not used any weapons.

But then frostbite and burn, I'm not sure why.

The frostbite was completely frozen, according to the doctor, and that was impossible without soaking liquid nitrogen for more than a certain amount of time.

But eyewitness stories say it froze in an instant.

I don't know what else to say about finding bullets that have no sign of landing anywhere in spite of other firing marks, or automated guns that have deformed to such an extent that they are impossible unless they are also used in press machines.

I just can't even leave him as he is.

Whatever method he used, what he did was too dangerous.

Of course it will be difficult to incriminate him.

Even if it were an injury to the terrorists, it would be considered an emergency evacuation under criminal law, given the circumstances, and it is very unlikely to be excessive because the target is not dead.

It would not constitute obstruction of justice, nor would it constitute trespassing because of a facility open to the public, than there were no facts that had stopped him with regard to the intrusion into the building that the policemen were blocking.

If you insist, you've been inside the exhibition room without paying for a ticket, but whatever you think is too insignificant for the act of repelling terrorists.

At best, it is a perfect situation to ask for your help in hearing the situation at will.

But still, I just want to know who I am and by what means I attacked you.

In case he becomes a criminal in the future, I can't think of a response as it is now.

If we could really disappear in the first place under surrounding circumstances, it might not make sense if we were able to detain them.

I checked to see if I could identify myself from the costume, but the items used for the real shooting were stored and there was no sign of them being taken out. The same was true of the items used for events, etc. It was later produced by a maniac who imitated it personally, but this was completely untraceable.

It is totally cheerful.

I stop thinking any more because my thoughts have grown grand.

I have to get back to work.

Yes, a report on the case.

I'll go back and read the report I've drawn up so far myself.

To sum up, a man and a person dressed as a mask-o-yder broke into the entrance from the sky. Then eliminate all the terrorists who stood and caged without any weapons and free the hostages. He then recovered the bombs planted inside and outside the building and provided them to the police. That is.

Create it yourself. I'm stunned by so much ridicule.

If my men came up with a report like this, they wouldn't hesitate to recommend a new job or a hospital.

But now I have to make a report and file it with my boss.

Moreover, these are also used in the preparation of judicial materials.

What the hell should I do?

I wonder if that cosplay guy could submit it to my boss.

I find the cosplay guy who created this situation repugnant but hateful.

I will definitely reveal the identity of that cosplay man.

I swore with misguided anger.