Kimama ni Tokyo Survive

Located on a highland, this residential area is a prime location where you can split up the mornings and watch the buildings in the center of the city shine.

The eastern sky began to dye in an azure color, and a faintly blinking star was about to tell the end of the night.

There are two dazzling swords in a lined residential area. It was still young men who grasped it.

He looks so sharp that he reminds me of the dead because he's been strapped to his shoulders and back by a 9-millimeter bullet. When I scratch my ears, it teaches me the cruelty of the penetration of live ammunition.

I'm not scared.

I don't want to die, and if I'm allowed to, I want to jump off the roof right now and get away from a battlefield that I don't think is safe.

But I can't do that. No kidding, the two names run through the roof to draw a helix and snap a bullet.

Right in front of you is a building, a telecommunications pole, that crushed the house and lay down. The "nest" stuck there will soon begin to feather.

--Strive for refining and protect your citizens.

It was the first and last lesson I heard from my teacher.

It was a very simple teaching, and I still remember going beyond my role as a police officer and falling into my chest.

It's just words, but it's strange that it was built as a pishi and self-supporting core.

I remember when I was told the lesson, and I grabbed the black sword with my teeth spilled.

Just remembering her face makes Jin and her chest hot. There is no tolerance as a woman, and you can't expect that, but I strongly admire the day when I walk shoulder-to-shoulder.

"Let's go!!

"Ooooooo!!

Fujisaki and the spotted pigeons, barking loudly, accelerate further with the looming "nest".

Here, here to slaughter the monster!

Yes, Fujisaki is determined.

I will not let a disaster like the Shibuya accident happen, and I will never break my vows to protect my citizens.

Her face in my head has always whispered "Run", but at the end of the day, I feel like she finally showed me a reliable smile: "Do it, Fujisaki, Spotted Pigeon."

--Don 't go out on your own in our country, trash bugs!

A voice that doesn't seem to be just a hallucination resonates in your brain.

And I totally agreed with that voice. Fujisaki feels like he wants to run wild in the country where we were born and raised.

It's still a peaceful country, but it's a people who can be polite, help, and be kind to others.

Are there any other countries that are alive and well enough to drop so many nuclear bombs? Monsters like you haven't changed since they were bugs!

That's what my teacher told me, Gow! and the soul is lit with flame.

The armor made by Mekimeki and Goto swells like a backstroke, passion, hate, and desire rise.

And suddenly, this is what I think.

Oh, I wish I could bust that filthy nest.

The energy that blows from the inside of the body is not known to be sacred or evil. But I was sure it was hot enough to open my mouth and exhaust.

It naturally shook his throat and gave a wild man's voice to the battlefield.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!

Burn, burn, burn your soul.

No one is holding you back, no matter if you have a hardness like lead or a level 9 superior.

How long will the blood vessels pulse and burn up? I know, you can't help killing that filthy piece of trash, can you?

In that case, you see, stick it as hard as you can.

Stick it all the way to the root, and keep going. I'm sure it feels good!

- Zokin!

When I noticed, I breathed through the monster to Tsuba. It penetrates in a cross-shaped fashion, with shattered fragments dancing through the universe.

It wasn't unreliable.

There was a strange feeling that it was as hard as lead, but only the feeling of being forced to penetrate remained at hand... inexpensive.

While holding the handle with both hands, Fujisaki exhales with a warm breath.

It feels good and invites excitement, as I was told, when the pimples and hard things crack.

The trembling "nest" was frightened by the horror of death, and it seemed to indicate a plea to stop.

But it was crazy enough to get hungry and pleasant enough to try to blow it out.

"Ha ha ha! If you were a master, what would you say at a time like this, Spotted Pigeon!

"Of course, I'll show you the demolition show of monsters!!

Sprinkle sparks with the gadgets and chop them vertically and horizontally to induce desperation.

It was a bet for both of us. There is no doubt that a large amount of experience will flow if the top gizmo is removed. It was a solution to overcome the current situation, which had been forced on the capable person until now, and to completely destroy it.

That's why the capable man with the gun shoots from behind, and the big man runs through the broken roof. But I can't make it anymore. The balance of power will collapse in a few seconds.

But...

There was one who opened his eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Exhale faintly and grasp the handle of the great sword. It was a predetermined move, and the sword heavier than man was pulled out of the earth.

Bend over like the moment you jump on a prey and kick the earth in one breath. The aim was a structure directly above it, and even with a heavy sword, it could easily be seen to fly.

And the muscle mass is doubled.

"Iiiiiiiiiing!" and creates explosive cutting energy from bottom to top.

In a moment, a straight line ran through the concrete structure, the telegraph pole. Eventually, the section cracks to convey the impact, spreading debris directly over it.

― Cut it off!

The black sword was cut off from its roots.

Fujisaki and the spotted pigeon open their eyes when they see the shattered steel shards in an instant.

It was the end of a sudden visit, shortly after which it was blown away by a violent blast. The wreckage of the "nest" swelled up and finally collapsed.

You're shaking your body so hard that you can bang on the asphalt without shaking it. I was stunned to hear the news of a standing level up.

"... I see, it's early. Are we there yet?"

Young people leak like they're talking to someone.

This was a tip-off from a chaser (chaser) who was a prisoner and informed him of the whereabouts of the troubled woman. Whether in prison or not, they have their own information network.

Also, judging from their conversation, you can think of this place without Goto as "targeting".

The news is not only that, but also the rattling and whirling sounds from the rising direction of the sun. The country must have acted more swiftly in the wake of tonight's trauma. In other words, they decided to put in the National Army against the monsters.

Then he decides that there will be less time, and the man looks back at the circle.

There stood Fujisaki and a spotted dove holding a lost sword.

She is bleeding from all over her body and breathes a breath reminiscent of Huhu and the beast under her control. They were capable of surrounding themselves on completely collapsed debris.

"Now, Goto will help us keep dogs like you from growing in the future. I'm going to hurt you now and show her the corpse. Yeah, why don't you call for help? Listen to the last words and she will be satisfied."

Shinome invited him to make a call, as he had just done with the chaser. But they nod and stare at the broken weapon.

Then Fujisaki bled from his stomach and opened his mouth, which had been cut for a long time, such as continuous treatment (regeneration).

"Then I have to show you that my master can have a disciple from now on."

"... what are you talking about?

Men look suspicious without understanding the meaning of words.

The answer is at the same time zooky! It was a nail stretched from a small hand of dark rubble (barrette gauntlet).

It will be quite a hassle if we attack our disciples. I'll teach you that now, even to the bone marrow.

Earlier words included such meanings.

Losing your weapon doesn't weaken your will to fight. It looked exactly like Goto, and the person with the ability to erase that unpleasant feeling squeezed the trigger without expression.

The rattling gunshots are eventually scratched off by the sound of a camouflaged helicopter. It was a sad end, and at the end I heard a dull, wet sound.

Thus, the battle in the eleventh monster appearance area ended tonight.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Government issued a disaster designation early in the morning due to the largest damage to date, zero survivors.

Naturally, the infiltration of the national army by air attracts a major rebellion from the country.

However, even globally, it has suffered more than terrorism, and due to the limited use of force in Japan, it was generally recognized as a suitable material location by various foreign countries.

More importantly, there is a growing interest in monsters underwater.

It will never be made public, but stakeholders are always negotiating to get samples. Negotiations are easy to understand as grants, supplies that contain firearms, or the power of a battle.

It is the creature with supernatural properties, and the material produced, that works in such an obvious way.

In the future, some foreign countries were keen to feel that they had the power to change the world.

Ironically enough, in Japan, where the economy had stagnated, it was the monsters who were stripping their teeth and attacking them that were beginning to play a part in the reconstruction.