Kimama ni Tokyo Survive

It was a kind of strange sight.

When a person visits a cave-like natural terrain, he or she is struck by a little.

In this case, however, Fujisaki and the spotted pigeons felt the chills reflected by the lighting fixture.

"What is this...?"

Even... no, I stroke the melted ground with my fingertips. It is not a feeling of earth or rock, but rather a smooth feeling. Close to the plastic plate. The ground extends straight beyond, probably about 50 meters to the edge.

"Hey, look, it's not a peeling wall. coated with something."

Fujisaki slowly raised his gaze as he turned his back on the voice of the accompanying person.

The ceiling is too high to understand. The lighting connected to the battery is like melting soil and covered with plastic as well as the ground up to the reachable height. There is a sweet smell and I feel like throwing up.

Cancerous spaces are even oddly picturesque. There is no pattern, and there is no step.

Then he stood up and Fujisaki and the pigeon reached for the hanging sword.

In the middle of the hall, there was something that reflected blue and white, and he signaled "Don't come" behind him.

The Dark Gravel (Barrett) series is excellent and changes shape by reading the will of the owner. Armor swells up sharply when you unlock Swordsman. The same was true of them who were off track, and their companions were pushed by invisible force to pull a step back.

Master, can you hear me?

I wonder if talking to a empty space is going to be directed at some kind of radio. But it's about a hundred meters underground, and we can't get any radio. The companions had such a look on their face.

What is going on in Tokyo... no, I wonder what is going on in Japan.

No one has ever been able to answer it.

We just have to see what's in there and make our own decisions and get over it.

"Found a monster. Probably a knuckle jam. It's covered in crystal, sleeping or not moving."

Without bravery or great vigilance, they walk and report to someone. The master's code name has not been heard. Probably not for the ground team.

One of his companions delayed putting the camera device on his shoulder to start recording.

Monster, Knackjam was asleep overlapping in the middle of the hall. It's covered with blue-white reflective crystal dust, and now I'm closing my eyes.

I only crushed this last night. While we were investigating the body at the research institute, everyone thought it was "good that there was less damage" to the report of one of the war victims. It's not a lessening of human death, it's the feeling of someone who knows the viciousness of a monster.

But this place is scarce for armaments.

If this thing starts to move, can it escape to the ground? Very unlikely.

"What? Set up a camera and blow it up at the same time as this guy starts moving!? What are you talking about? It's in the basement of the city center, you can't do that!

Fujisaki shouted, and the surrounding people returned to me.

From what I hear, these monsters only operate at night. The rest of the time will probably be spent in the crystal.

I don't know who you're talking to, but I do think it's efficient in the sense of killing monsters. Until now, armaments have been laid in the emergence prediction zone and instantly killed at the same time as they awaken.

But he and I face each other.

This underground cavity is as large as you can see. If it collapses, will there be no damage to the ground?

Of course it's decided. No one has ever been able to answer that.

I don't have time to listen to experts.

Leave him alone and he'll wake up and go wild in a few hours.

It's not just one body, it's multiple bodies. Just by looking at this basement, I feel like I can do something.

A very breathtaking crew member opens his scary mouth.

"I agree with the blast. Fortunately, there is too much distance to the ground. They'll know it collapsed."

"Hey, there's nothing we can do with this on-site judgment. Let's report it to the top first. Let's suggest what to do then."

Fujisaki looked back at the crew's voice and looked a little surprised. He seems to be seriously considering a proposal that approximates that of his master, so you can understand his mood.

I see. They've been fighting together. Unlike a bunch of politicians who just lost their seats, I've been thinking about how to protect them, how to defeat them, and how to survive. Always. I'll never forget that monster when I eat, when I bathe, when I fall asleep.

"Can you pull it out to the ground?

"Hmm, I think we can go if we let it fall apart, but the equipment for that... if you want to look into that, you'd better call a researcher over here."

"No, I wish I'd been in a sturdy cage. It can be a living specimen."

"Do you have any opinions about locking up, blasting, or anything else? Time is limited. If not, I'll go with either plan."

Fujisaki was surprised that there was so much judgment in the field that such a conversation would take place.

No, actually, this is all I have left. I don't have time and I have lost contact with the outside world. We won't be able to install the radio antenna in time.

No, these are Goto's former detectives.

Now specializing in the extermination of monsters, if qualified, they can also be given weapons.

Even though the experience of special training is shallow, it will seem reliable for those up there who do not stop thinking and are looking for flexible ideas. Above all, that positivity is better.

An elderly man named Nishioka smiled at Fujisaki who was taken aback.

That was Goto, wasn't it? Don't let him fool you in the right way. We don't have time or equipment. There's enough gunpowder to blow up monsters. "

I feel like I've been beaten in the chest with my fist and put in life at the same time. He once introduced Fujisaki and Spotted Pigeon to a woman named Goto.

Inside the Dark Gravel (Barrett) series armor, Fujisaki sweats.

"Nishioka-san, are you influenced by your master?

"No, I don't want to be influenced by someone attacking me with a hatchet."

Right, and laughed at each other.

But what if? If only the weapon had been a hand axe, everyone here would have grabbed the axe without hesitation.

It was only a few hours after the bombing operation was decided.

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Well, it's within the Ministry of Defense.

The government buildings lined up are all made to be known to have been thrown with gold, and there is a sense of history.

It seems that it was open to the public until a while ago, but I have been told that it was stopped due to the daily dispatch response to the monster noise yesterday.

"But you're not going to leak the information to the public, right?

That's what he said as he walked through the automatic door.

I hear this is a facility for technology development, and I look around with the rain dragon.

Wakabayashi took the lead in a familiar manner and pushed the elevator switch.

"I think we need to be prepared for that this time."

"Nh, what do you mean?

Before you hear the answer, the door pops open.

There is a long hallway where people in civilian clothes walk around. The foreigners were mixed up, and I walked silently for a while.

Of course, I can hear English everywhere and I have no idea what you're talking about.

Uh, haven't you internationalized it while you don't know?

When I was a little excited, someone noticed me and called out.

"Mr. A, it's been a long time. Thank you for taking care of me in my previous lab."

"Ah, Mr. Director. I'm relieved to finally have someone with a known face."

Even the director with somewhat unreliable hair laughs. And then I look around, and then I look at it again.

"It certainly has changed a lot. But it's going to get even bigger. Ah, this is Mr. Wakabayashi's customer. It's a miserable place for all men, but it'll be gorgeous if you two come. I'll show you around."

The director seemed calmer than he had seen before. I don't know how many days I haven't slept, but now I greet a passing foreigner in English. I wonder if the replenishment would have allowed time.

As you walk along, you can also see that you are studying through the glass.

Unexpectedly, I saw a lump of iron floating twice. There are no codes attached, and the researchers keep records while checking the instruments.

The sight of an iron mass stationary in the universe is unusual to a pale split. It's unrealistic and I have to see it twice.

"It's made of Gizmo material. I don't know if I can call it anti-gravity yet, but it has the power to offset the weight. But you don't need any energy to add reaction. I won't have to tell you how beneficial it is."

That's what you told me... this is no longer the world of science fiction.

Maybe it'll be easier to go out into space. Oh, no, let's think about it better. Let's take a look at the word "beneficial" we just heard.

For example, machines and weapons in this world are all shaped by weight. The tank is shaped to withstand its own weight and produce speed.

In other words, by removing the weight, it changes its shape as a weapon.

Maybe you can build a giant robot that's been laughing at you all this time.

"We don't have enough material for the boulder... Mr. A, let's go to the next room. There's something close to what I'm thinking."

"Whoa, let's go, let's go! Come on, Rainbow, don't blur."

Grab the hand of the rain dragon, who was staring at the lab, and follow the station director.

All the foreigners were gathered in the next room. They're all smart people, assembling something in the middle of the room.

It's something human, and countless cords are scattered throughout the room, and it's very obscure.

"To put it simply, it's a prototype of a powered suit... We are working on several plans simultaneously, but this lab is focused on fighting monsters and is trying to create standards that will break down previous concepts."

We gave him a fuzzy voice.

That must have been nice, the director smiles like a child and puts his hand on the door.

Well, let's actually touch it. Hello there.... "

It's only natural that all of us should look back at each other, and they respond cheerfully and high. Then the station chief told them something, and they were all a little nervous.

The words "Ace" and "Ulu" mix into a quick conversation, and their curious eyes are turned at once.

"Hey, Chief, what did you just tell him?

"They're like very smart kids who are passionate about fantasy and exciting fights."

And in my right hand, we shook hands even though we were stunned.

Uh, why? Why? Why don't they say "haha" or "fuckin 'kin"? They all seem to be nice people, and there is no sign of being a mohican.

Maybe it'll be a little different than the end world I thought it would be.

I was thinking about that.