No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

- Dusk.

I was on the top of a building on the outskirts of Phono City.

Behind the city setting at dusk, the sunset direction is close to the direction of the crow.

"... Melvi, will you get that one out?

"You say 'that' every time.

So I know. Me too... "

Melvi takes' that 'out of dimensional storage, complaining about bumps.

It was a gun.

I had succeeded in restoring the gun by assembling the parts of the gun found in Mr. Heydrich's living room behind the crow's ruins.

I wasn't even familiar with the military in my previous life, but that's the form of a pistol I know.

His name is only - Walther P38.

It's a German pistol, famous for its popular use by Thieves III, who appear in cartoons.

"Use the explosive power of gunpowder to fly lead at high speeds......?

A soothing machine. "

That's what Melvi said as she shook herself.

"If you mean a tool that kills people, even a sword is with you, right?

"Yes, but... until we create this complicated mechanism, people want to kill people.

Imagine how many people have squeezed their heads and come up with creative ideas by the time you make this up. "

"If you mean killing people efficiently, no one in line for Mr. Heydrich, I guess not.

The country to which Mr. Heydrich belonged tried to extinct an ethnic group by disturbing it. "

"I've heard it before, but it's a horrible story"

"It's not another HR, Melvi.

Mr. Heydrich seems to have been the tenant who caused the civil conflict in Sonorat. "

As I speak, I observe the gun in my hand.

Solo Priest's [Manifesto], and we know he's fit for a gun.

I don't have a hand that I don't use.

This gun is a copy of what was during World War II, and it's old from me, a modern man, but on the contrary, I can also say it was a widely used gun in action.

Proven in action (Combat Proven) has a track record of being too good.

Some of the bullets recovered from Mr. Heydrich's living room were fitted with [state fixation] skills by Mr. Heydrich.

I pulled the trigger in [Psychokinesis] and shot him in the ground space I built in the area, and the gun worked fine.

I had prepared this Walther as my last trump card for a showdown with Gazein, but I didn't want to use it if I could.

The biggest reason for this was that I didn't want to show you a weapon called a gun in front of a bunch of your messengers, but there were other reasons.

- I simply didn't want to use it.

Even I was likely to be dragged into the "weak evil" that played the gigantic evil of Mr. Heydrich, and there was strong resistance to holding this gun itself.

But.

If you mean you killed someone, I'm the same.

Ever since I came to Marquecto, I've killed "enemies" without much conscience.

If I hadn't, they might have killed me, so I have no regrets about that.

No, but I think about a passerby named Hideyoshi Kizaki.

Why did he become a pleasure killer while being called a genius surgeon?

Until then if I tell you I don't know what it's like to be an abnormal person, but there are just a few things I can imagine.

What is a life where everything you want is available?

That also makes me feel like I'm going to have a flat life with no emotion.

My last life, frankly, was unbelievable.

I wasn't getting a big salary, I didn't have a beautiful girlfriend.

There was no obstacle to my job, but I was not very close to my colleagues in the company.

My hobby is to play fighting games in the game center.

The clingy Gessen was a shop famous for gathering fierce men in the region, but among them he managed to outdo them.

But I won the overseas tournament and couldn't beat a professional player like the one with the sponsors at all to say.

Of course, I enjoyed finding improvements when I couldn't win, but I wasn't strong enough to be prestigious.

Nevertheless, there was no great dissatisfaction with that kind of life.

Instead, there was a lot of little anxiety.

That I have not had a lover and that I have not had much non-work friendship and have reached the age of thirty.

That there was no one I could call my family because of the early loss of my parents.

That my salary wasn't going to go up well because of the recession and that I had no prospect of being born.

No, in the first place, the company's own business model was becoming outdated, and as it was, it could have run into staffing.

Even my hobby qualities may have made it hard to get to the game center as I grew older than I was 35 or 40 years ahead of me.

Those sorts of things - anyone should have one or two anxieties, and they had no prospect of ever being able to resolve them.

- Live and kill.

I think those words were in the right condition.

Sometimes I thought it would be clear to me if I lived or died.

The company was holding out even as it slipped back during the recession, and I had not had a lover myself and few friends to live with it every day.

When I wondered if such low altitude flights would last forever, I also felt the breathlessness that I could not help along with the relief of not dying.

In such a gray day, a clear winning and losing fighting game was sparkling by a flash of defense.

Only while I was playing the game did my consciousness become clearer than usual.

A clear "meaning" was felt in each and every one of the other characters, and a clear "answer" could be returned to it.

1F (frame) - I could indulge in tasting and grasping the battle situation changing in 1/60 second increments with the whole body and looking to win ahead.

He fought countless deaths on a merciless battlefield with the extreme result of winning/losing.

And here's what I thought.

- Oh, I'm alive.

and.

What could possibly have gotten into it, would Hiroshi Kashizaki have known that feeling?

Perhaps you didn't know.

Because while in an environment that should have been filled both materially and spiritually, Pestle was fascinated by demonic research and finally reached the point of crossing paths with evil gods.

I felt I was lacking in a raw reality and wanted a virtual "fight" called a fighting game.

I don't think it's a bad idea to virtually fill something that isn't met in real life.

More or less, that's what people are like.

It's more fun fighting in the game than actually fighting, and you can get along with them.

There is no such thing as bad.

I think I was quite satisfied with my work and game-only life.

But isn't that why your body moved so much during that passage because you were looking for that anomaly somewhere?

Some parts of me think so.

How could you possibly feel breathless in Japan, where you would never be taken to life, and have a strange longing to fight for your life?

I've been thinking about that ever since I was released from Yata-glass.

For how much difference would there have been between the side that ran out of breath and reached the passageway, which lasted forever, and the side that had just been caught waiting for that passageway.

When I found an "enemy" to defeat at at Fort Lanzrack, I can't say enough that I was able to fight relentlessly, nor was the same psyche working as that.

Gazein said me and myself are alike.

I don't think the words were false.

And I myself thought I was right, and I was glad that Gazein told me that - that I understood myself.

In my previous life, I could only feel it when I was playing serious games in the game center, the feeling that I was understood from the bottom of my heart, was certainly there at that time.

And when Gazein recognized me and asked me to be one of them, I was so happy that I was going to snort along with it.

But Gazein is a murderer.

It is also an assassin who kills those who, because of money, do not resent even because of ambition.

I didn't get tired of just killing myself, I was also a cult bishop who took innocent children and brainwashed them and tailored them to assassins.

He was also a rare villain who renounced that he only felt comfortable living by killing people and continuing to buy resentment.

I pull the knife out of the sheath hanging from my hip and [appraise] it.

"The Scattered Devil's Dagger: A dagger that has the power to fog magic by slashing it. Ancient relics. Misty magic up to 50 MP equivalent. It is created by sharpening out the fangs of light dragons and covering them with misrills.

It's the dagger Gazein had.

Apparently it was a pretty good business.

When it comes to MP50 equivalent, most versus personal magic will be fogged.

I hold this dagger without hesitation (...).

Strange.

There is not much resistance to the dagger Gazein left behind, even though there is resistance to the gun, which is Mr. Heydrich's legacy.

Well, there is resistance to the lack of resistance.

Whoever the previous owner is, if he thinks he will use what he can use, he should use both.

Conversely, if you are obsessed with the previous owner, you should not use both.

Guns and daggers.

Why are there differences between these two?

"... Hi, I feel like I haven't broken off about Gazein as evil.

Mr. Heydrich, it's evil.

Whatever you want to be weak, I can tell you that evil is evil.

But Gazein is strong.

Bad guys, but there's charisma.

Honestly, I didn't make "Yata-glass", but became the leader of the mercenary regiment in the close proximity of the bandits... anything seemed like a better way to go if I did it as a regular army cutting captain.

I even feel odd proud that I inherited such a man's moves and a dagger.

I feel so bad. "

I stare at the dagger's rainbow colour with a shining blade print.

Melvi leaned her neck against my words.

"Hmmm...... I don't know, is that so troubling?

Gazein was an attractive villain, and there was something extraordinary about that fighting technique.

Thank you for using what I remember... so I guess it's time to clean up. "

"That may be true, but more than that, I'm scared.

Is what I'm doing really right?

It sounds good when it comes to piercing yourself, but there are some examples like Gazein.

I'm afraid I'm enjoying the battle somewhere... "

I think it was also because of that hesitation that I made a move that lacked some glory in my mock fight with Mr. Moria earlier.

"Edgar's doing great, isn't he?

He's defending what he's supposed to protect and defeating what he's supposed to defeat.

Well, there will be circumstances for the bad guys, and maybe you're not on the side of perfect justice either... but that's for everyone, isn't it?

Everyone would be happy to win the fight. "

"Is that... is that right"

"I know how Mr. Heydrich feels. I know how Gazein feels. I know what it's like to pass by and do it.

I know it may be disgusting, but if that's all, it's not always a bad thing.

Not if you do the same thing with them, but you say we take them down hostilely, so it's even more convenient to know than not to know.

Okay, and I'll make sure it doesn't, isn't that all we're talking about?

"... but knowing means that there is such a part of me..."

"Perhaps.

But on the contrary, I can't help but think of a "righteous ally" who would say what it feels like to know what a bad guy feels like.

I'm sure those people will make a mistake one day.

Yeah, you must be wrong already.

It distracts us from the dark parts of humans that make us want to turn away. "

That is what I know very well when I look at the first half of Mr Heydrich's life that a man who is committed to his own justice is most at stake.

"Besides, Edgar, I owe it to your previous life experience to be able to understand how those people feel.

Thanks to that understanding, you were helped by those brainwashed by Yata-glass?

The dark part behind you? Well, I do.

But you can't just stare at it and not get caught.

Be confident, Edgar. "

"... well. Right."

Melvi's words made me feel a lot easier.

"- So, what are you gonna do, that?

That's what Melvi showed me, the gun and dagger I have with both hands.

"I'll disassemble the gun and use it as a reference to make my own from scratch.

As it is, I still feel bad, and I want the skills of a machine fabrication system for an automatic device in the stripping junction, so it becomes that practice bench.

Use the dagger as is. If you think about it, Gazein was originally obtained from somewhere, so you weren't so keen on it. "

"What, a reasonable conclusion if it bothered you?

"Sounds like it's better that way than sticking to weirdness"

"Oh well."

When I go down the hall, I head home.

I was stopped by Melvi when I got back from Fairy Town, but this time they won't say anything.

We arrive at Viscount Culée's residence in about twenty minutes from the building.

I feel very unfamiliar that such a splendid mansion is my home in the past two weeks, but I haven't felt as uncomfortable about it as at first.

I open the front door and I say, "I'm home."

but I can't hear a response from inside.

"... that?

To me frowning,

"It's dinner time.

Could it be the dining room?

That's what Melvi flies to the dining room.

And stop in front of the dining room door and look back at me.

"Come on, let's get in, shall we?

to Melvi, who opens the door and makes a gesture that

- Wait, Melvi.

I said, lurking my voice.

At the same time, I use [Signal Detection] towards the dining room.

Weird. Indoors are quiet, even though there are signs of people.

"Melvi, I jump through the door.

Regards in case of follow-up '

Switch to [Reading] and tell Melvi.

"Oh, eh!? Ok..."

Suspicious of the subtly badly toothed Melvi, I imagine in my brain some of the magic I've developed for indoor combat, while pulling out Gazein's dagger.

If you try this, this dagger is handy.

You can deal with both physical and magical attacks in one piece.

"I'm coming, Melvi."

'Ugh, yeah......'

As soon as I opened the door - multiple bursts rang from inside!