Kimama ni Tokyo Survive

Tokyo Metropolitan Shrine - …….

It was three days after the Street Magic incident, and it was late at night.

Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha.

The man who breathed so hard repeatedly distorted his face into an unreliable shape with anxiety. He's tall, he's twenty years old, right?

Fatigue leans the body and leans against the concrete wall. Zuz and his body fell down, and he noticed that he was sitting on a hard staircase.

"It's not me... I'm not bad..."

It will take a while for the man to get a rough breath with a bump. There is a shortgun in the hard, ripped hand, and the string is slightly cut from the middle.

The man looked up at the inorganic street lamp as he smelled the nose-stimulating gunpowder.

The voice that echoes in my head has been going on for a long time. It was a level-up, a resistant, a family-killer title, and I couldn't understand whether it was good or bad.

No, it's a bad thing.

There is a man lying in front of us, and he is still spreading blood on the ground. I also know that it is a dark blue uniform and the most unacceptable category in the country. I killed it.

Wipe your sweaty forehead with your sleeves.

He was constantly sweating, but eventually he regained his calm. It was a benefit of being resistant to too much stress, but he didn't notice. No, in this case, is it close to escaping reality rather than stress?

Now, recalling the earlier voice, the man leaks a suspicious voice.

"Didn't you hear me level up earlier...?

When he finally regains his coolness, he opens a freshly remembered status screen. The number displayed there was definitely "1" when I saw it in the morning, but now it has changed to "2". Oh, and he moaned.

"You're going up with this! Ha, ha, ha. I've been looking for monsters all morning."

I changed my expression of joy, but it's driving me crazy.

It was easy. Killing people is incredibly easy, just shut your mouth and stab a knife deep inside like in a movie.

And I can't hide my excitement when I level up my thoughts for a quick visit. The bluish and glowing screen showed us how to grow even more... and how to choose a profession.

The man chuckled his throat.

"Sniper (Raid)... choose this. Shit, my fingers are trembling...!

Wipe your bloody fingers with your pants and touch the screen. The unfolding appeared in his eyes like a list of skills that determine how to expand strength.

The change due to the level-up and the acquisition of the position was dramatic. The shoulder bag that eats into your shoulders is lighter, and your tired body feels too energetic.

Looking at the police officers who were still lying down, he looked back at the Mastery List again. The expression was more soothing than before, and I was beginning to look for something in the neatly displayed skill.

Eventually, on one word, his finger stops snapping.

"--There it is, here it is. Tonal (echoes). That's what I heard."

Soon after he leaked, he acquired his first skill.

What was heard were the voices of those who woke up as comrades and the voices of someone who guided them.

Just one step, he realizes that he has reached the "ahead" of the world, and smiles with full satisfaction. There is nothing wrong with that. He seems to have understood that it was the right thing to do.

He stood up and disappeared into the back alley with a firm foothold.

Just three days ago, he was in Shinjuku on the day of the street demon incident.

It was abnormal. The sight was so shocking that all previous values and worldviews were turned upside down. Naturally, there were about five giant wolves eating their heads together in front of the book store.

"... what?

I don't have time for blurring. The area is overflowing with the smell of blood, and the nausea is relieved and pressed against the mouth. But he laughed, "Ha ha!", as if he didn't want it back.

Those who thought it would never go down will die in the blink of an eye. Though it was an unusual sight, I still remember my chest relaxing.

It was really refreshing for fat bodies, make-up ladies, and people with expensive suits and bags to be preyed on.

I didn't lose my hips to the overflowing screams. I wanted to see more of that sight.

I have something like this.

A cowardly deer that builds a herd, but sometimes behaves strangely. It's about daring to approach predators, wolves, etc., and inviting them to a desperate escape play.

There is also a theory that if it is too peaceful, deer dare to approach danger in order not to lose their instincts. Close to that... he felt his lost instincts waking up.

When I realized that there was no one around, he was the only one left. Pedestrian heaven, where no one stood, was not only uncomfortable but also refreshing.

I wonder how big it would be without people. I think it's like seeing a new home without furniture or anything.

Turning back, a stranger stood in front of him.

My throat rang and I looked up at the man.

Wearing a hood with lots of eyeball patterns, the outline is as vague as melting the paint in water. But the hair peeking from there is as white as cotton, and the words leak from the distorted smile underneath.

"Go down to me or die."

I don't understand the meaning of the quick question. But if you ignore it, you can quickly understand that it's the end of life.

He wanders around, staring at the red man's arm and the pink dagger before making up his mind.

"Ku, it's cumming... fufu!

He answered with his teased mouth, but he was stunned by a knife that stood in his heart.

It eats up to the root and spreads red stains. The shirt gets eroded and slowly starts to convulse, but somehow lifts its gaze.

And when he laughed, it was terribly similar to the devil.

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It was the face of a young man who was still a college student on the table.

"Hmm, this is the cop killer."

"We have two people down who were supposed to be in contact with him, but they're only suspects. I got permission from Nishioka-san to tell me, but I'm not so careful right now. Another team is still fighting monsters."

Hmm, I'll answer as if I'm not interested.

Killing a cop was heard when I was forced to... No, I was forced to. It's been a long time since then, and I think the investigation is difficult.

Hold a photo of the suspect and stare.

Brown-haired long hair and saucy eyes that make a fool of people and the world... hmm, I've seen it somewhere before, this light face. It was very similar to the one who called out around Okutama when I was screaming about my memory.

So I'll tell him that I received coffee from the clerk.

"I saw this one the other day."

"Ahh! Over there! Ah, the suit I ordered... isn't it true?

Wow, he's ordering. It's disgusting. I'll pull it.

Hey, Rainbow, what do you think of a guy like that? When I asked beside, my big eyes blinked.

"Eh, senpai, don't you want to make an order?

"I won't! I bought it at a restaurant around Tanaka or Suzuki and it's over!

Ugh! Oh, my God, these bonbones! You're turning your precious salary into a little luxury cloth!

Oh, no, my suit was bloody and thrown into the garbage... My social life ended with that.

It would have been nice if it had been cheap.

"Don't say cheap! It's not that cheap... oh, sorry, I did see this guy, but I don't know where he is anymore. No, I wonder if there's another one in the driver's seat next door."

I started to look at the menu meaninglessly, answering no questions. I got some ingredients, so I wanted to spin my head a little bit.

I thought the cop killer was extremely capable. The transgressor stabbed me and woke me up naked.

I've never seen him before, but I'm surprised he was such an ordinary nanny.

Is it a coincidence that you called me, or did you know?

Given the number of talented people, the latter are very likely. But how did you get so close to me when you came out on a tour? And what does that have to do with the sniper we just saw?

With common sense, it's impossible to find me on a bike ride.

But insane things have now existed in this world. For example, skills. Common sense can never do it.

"No, there's another one. Transcendent (Azer)... just one person. Never mind."

They looked at me with suspicion. If you live alone for a long time, you won't get out of your mouth.

Well, I understood that I might have been found by my informational skills or by the cooperation of a third party. The question is whether it is the same person. The guy who bailed and the guy who fired the gun.

It's best to ask him if he bought my anger.

How do we meet? You know, if you're interested in this, you can come out on your own.

With that in mind, I decided to have dinner in Hamburg tonight.