Kimama ni Tokyo Survive

The train on the ring is about to finish the diamond.

There is a slightly rounded moon in the sky, illuminating people thrown out of the train.

Most of the people who came home at the end of the power supply looked tired. Good shirt, smell of stained cigarettes and makeup. Those who have finished their day's work walk under the lights of their smartphones.

I'm sure it happens.

The man walking with his legs folded blended into them only for this moment.

He looks like a mere salesman and keeps his body in a wrinkled suit and managed to get back from the drinking party. It is a familiar sight that does not depend on footsteps, and the people around you also look at things in a tight light, and they walk along bare streets.

"... hmm?

However, the young man looking at his smartphone raised his face.

I saw the man push the tie out in front of me and thicken his neck. I am much more concerned than this game.

Will I be in my 40s? The man's eyes are constantly looking everywhere and his expression muscles are constantly trembling. It was strange that I didn't even wipe the blood that was dripping around my eyes.

"Oh, hey, you...."

Looking back, the young man in the hoodie said, "Hyah!" she screamed.

The movement was strange, and not only that, but my spine was terrified by the clumsy smile of being there.

I was grabbed by the breasthold by the stretched arm, and I was so close, I said, "Ho-ho!" The man shouted strangely.

"Hey, hey, let go!

Attracted by a lot of force, your body leans diagonally on your knees. My phone fell off with a bang, but I couldn't reach the cracked LCD screen. With his empty hand, the young man is dragged by his breathtaking strength.

"Ouch, it hurts! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa! Somebody! Ahhhhh! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I don't know what it is.

The four people who happened to be together had such faces on their faces. One is a woman and the other is a man. Stop moving at once and watch as they drag you into the back lane.

What, what was that? Call the cops? I interacted with the voice that touched me, but no one could move into action. Looks like you should run away or not, and first you're asking about other people's movements.

Eventually I heard something from the darkness of the back road.

"Hyah....."

That was the last voice I heard.

A small voice as tight as a bird. But I sweat on my own, and my heart starts pounding.

It sounded awful, and I want to get out of here right now. That's what they thought. Everyone is slipping back and forth.

No more sounds from the alley.

I can't see anything with just a dim light on.

Strangers dressed in pieces keep thinking about what to do face-to-face.

Should I report it?

"Ah, whoa, please!

"Surprised, what was that? Something's been going on lately."

After one person suggested it, the stuff that had accumulated in my chest until then cut through the weir and overflowed. Unconsciously, she approached for a few steps to get a feeling of relief, and pressed her heart with her hands and took a deep breath.

I've seen this kind of movement somewhere.

Stay still and observe the situation, and try to get comfortable by approaching your friends.

Yeah, that's right. It is the appearance of savannas and herbivores living in nature that I have always seen as other human resources. I was afraid to run away right away, and I couldn't stand still. That's exactly what it looks like.

"Ah, hello, there was a strange person earlier...."

It seems that the phone call finally came through, and the employee strives to explain in a calm tone. A calm attitude is also conveyed to the surroundings. Those who heard the voice felt more relieved.

Trying to find out what happened is probably the same for both humans and animals. If you don't know what attacked you, you could be killed without the next step.

I'm sure that's an old instinct. They lean aside to forget their future errands and interact with each other in a quiet voice.

A green train, presumably the last, crossed the overhead overhead bridge.

And then one person looks behind the alley.

The others also turned their gaze so that they could keep staring.

I thought I heard something now.

I heard something in the alley.

The only one who didn't notice the slightest sign was the one who turned off his cell phone after reporting it. The most trustworthy of these has now turned into the bottom of the weak predator.

Eventually, the dim lights reflect those who run in butterfly and crazy positions. I could only see it for a moment, but I could see it approaching very quickly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Gahhhh!!

Much faster than before.

Show an unusual reaction to someone who is running with all his might, even though he has remained vigilant until now. Except for one company employee with a stunned face.

--Butterflies!

The footsteps that resonate with asphalt are also unusual.

Looking back, I wonder what a rigid society has seen.

Weird eyes? Something like a tentacle stretching out of your ear? Or an arm stretched at an unusual speed?

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

When I was grabbed by the back collar, I was easily pulled down into the asphalt. It's the young man in the hoodie who keeps his shoulders fixed. However, the expression has already become someone else's.

This is what happens to you soon. That's how the deformed came to me.

It was Egia.

I don't know most people, but there are only monsters that wave from holes in their faces.

Enough to pull out the man he saw, he echoed a voiceless scream in front of the station.

I wonder what is going on in Tokyo right now.

Only a few can answer it.

For example, those who have awakened to their abilities. The person who is causing this disturbance [transcendent (Azer)]. And even among the people involved, they are especially close to the source.

The one closest to the answer is Ooon! and the engine sounds to the rotary.

Quickly descended from the rear seat was a long black-haired woman, who rushed through the alley with a knife of the same color that she had.

Those riding a motorcycle swell their muscles and their expressions are less visible in retroreflective light. Maybe he was laughing.

What she grabbed was an axe.

It is mainly used for salary distribution and has high strength because it forms an integral part of steel. It was almost simultaneous to see the blade spill and to blow the accelerator to increase the speed.

Ooh, Eggia felt the rotary spinning and approaching at an incredible speed.

Strong lights were thrown from behind, but the monsters swelled up their bodies without looking back. There was a blood vessel rising out of my body, and I thought it was a joke or something that I was no longer wearing a hoodie.

Egia does not look back and turns her right arm in the direction of the light. And I caught the blunt shining salary axe with the street lamp at an incredible reflex speed.

- Whoa, whoa!

The contact between the crossings is only for a moment.

Egia grabs a blow to the back of her head and pulls it to her strength and the bike floats in the air.

Both arms swell up sharply and neither feels like pulling at all.

The axe formed between Gee and Steel made a loud noise like twisting, and... it was the monster's arm that couldn't stand it. Break with the bokin, shift straight to the side, and roll the asphalt over the top.

Gooooooooo!

Egia barked as she chopped the meat off her cheeks.

Now, a freelance suit worker picks up his rolling glasses before wiping his blunt nosebleed. Putting it on, he looks strange. I noticed that the surroundings were quiet.

When the bicycle engine stops, the street tree ends roughly. All you can hear is the monster's rough breathing and the footsteps playing jungle boots.

Hold a spilled tooth axe in your hand and throw your helmet on the street rudely. The sound of gas slowed the employee down.

I wonder who that is. A woman lowers her zipper on her jacket and hangs a creepy axe from her opposite hand.

At a distance from the monster, the woman laughs with a smile.

Uhehe, Egia, I've been following you ~

The smile, with the blood vessels on his forehead, was enough to at least provoke the fear of the employees.