No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

About two years after Chiki Kagi was reincarnated into Marquekte.

A press conference was about to be held at the Prime Minister's residence in Nagata-cho, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan, to announce that a National Honor Award would be given to Kiki Kagi (Kaginori), a victim of a shooting accident.

"I commend the courage and dedication of the late Tomoki Kagi, the victim of the accidental shooting of a young man who stopped the passage under the previous regime, and, while it is unusual, I am pleased to present the National Honor Award. And this is the souvenir."

That's what the secretary of state says, sending signals to the staff at the conference hall.

The signaled staff enters the backyard.

... As it were, time opened up unnaturally.

The Secretary of State checks the watch in a caustic manner and calls another staff member.

There, the first staff came back bright blue in the face. The staff approached the Secretary of State for ear punching.

Now the secretary's face was dyed blue.

"... no, you say? What's this all about?

Mike picks up the secretary's crush.

The reporters in the press gallery glance at each other.

Once the press conference was broken down there, the reporters followed the Prime Minister's residence with a face like it had been picked by a fox.

The reporters were followed up by a message from the press club to drop off the press about this meeting.

◇

"That was easier than I thought."

That's how I was crushing my dark blonde hair in the wind on the roof of the Prime Minister's residence.

At my disposal was a souvenir of the National Honor Award, which I had just recovered. The souvenir was a luxury watch. Because the winner is dead, the souvenir was supposed to be decorated in the official residence, apparently.

"That would be kinder for me to collect it and give it to him (...), wouldn't it?

I thought it would be subtle if watches were useful in Marquecto, but the memorabilia I got wasn't a gold picky brand, and high durability was the sporty watch for sale. They also seem to have solar panels, and batteries will hold on a decade-long basis. Exactly. The timed function with the GPS would be useless, but stopwatches, azimuthal magnetic needles, alarms, etc. might be useful.

"Pfft. The great people of this country are making a scene."

That would be so. A souvenir was stolen from the Prime Minister's residence, protected by strict security. That's also so weird not to make a scene because the rep was a little less neglected by the gap he took off his eyes.

It should be noted that where the souvenirs were kept, "I have indeed received a souvenir for the hero of the tragedy. I'll take care of the delivery. I've left a piece of paper that says" A. Z. "It doesn't make any sense in particular. It's just a shame.

When I, Atrazenek, the goddess of Marquekt, was putting up a souvenir watch, the door leading to the roof opened with a noise.

- Who is it?

It was an old man dressed in a hat and hunting clothes who popped up screaming like that.

In the information I have obtained online in this world - exactly, it would be fitting to call it the Yin Yang Master.

While weak, the Prime Minister's residence had a magical defense.

My reincarnator, Chiki Kagi - in the knowledge of a young man who has now become Edgar Curlevel, there should have been no magic in this world, but apparently there was one somewhere.

"This vast amount of spiritual power... can't be a person. Monster...? No, no way......!

"Oh, isn't it terrible to treat monsters? I am Atrazenek, the god who presides over souls and circles in the otherworlds Marquekt. Don't worry, I'll give Kagi a souvenir."

"Nooo... divine spiritual pressure enough to clog your breath... no way really?

"I'm sorry to disturb you. Bye."

"Ma, wait! When it comes to God of the Other World, you can't just return home after being invaded by eight million (or so many) God's unifying spiritual kingdom and the heart of Japan! I am Yin Yang Master and Abe Hyun-hyung, head of the Yin Yang Department of the Miyagi! Let's go, Divine Divinity! Contingent fighters are in front of the line, Noumaxammanda Basaradansen."

"It's late."

When I rang my fingers with Pattin, the head of the Yin and Yang Department of the Miyagi Office, Hyun-hyung Abe, fell on the spot and said that he was losing consciousness.

"Um, the magic of this world hasn't happened yet, has it? In a world without a skill system, you're asking for personal inspiration."

The skill system is like God catering for the use of magic, thanks to which the inhabitants of Marquekt can use it without any difficulty subjecting the complex and exotic rule of paranormal: magic.

Meanwhile, magic in this world without a skill system is only a substitute to the extent that an incredibly talented individual can finally reach its first floor (a squeak) at the end of decades of rigorous training.

In that magic can now be used without the support of the system, this Yin Yang Master, who has now defeated it like a single touch of armor sleeve, should be the bearer of a godly talent. That is what would have made him famous in history if he had been born in Marquekt, even as the chief of court magic in some country.

"Well, you only have to stay here for as long as you want. Shall we go home?"

I tried to open the gate to Marquekt - looking back.

Against the fallen Yin Yang Master - not.

It appeared next to it at some point, against the devil in its entirety.

Bat-like feathers on faces reminiscent of goats. Of both legs thinner than the upper body, one has a horse's hoof (hiatus). It looks classically demonic by this world standard. Of course, its appearance is not Dada or insanity, and from the presence in front of it I can feel signs of being a powerful demon there.

"- I'll be the first to see you, the good god of the other world. My name is Fleuretti. It's a pillar of this worldly devil."

"I wonder if this means that the Yin and Yang Master's bond is broken."

"But my husband ordered me to show you something more than the other world."

"Master...?

If so, then this demon is a user demon.

From what I've seen, I think it's a demon who's never weak, but there's something in this world that makes it subordinate?

"Connect with your husband now....... ah, gakkah"

When the devil suddenly opened his big mouth, he shook his whole body frightened to cramp.

And

'... well. Are you Atrazenek, the goddess of Marquekt... it's a pleasure to meet you'

Some voice came from the devil who kept cramping.

Someone - before me, the God who commands the soul, the cover of appearance makes no sense.

I know exactly who "someone" is in front of me.

I grasped it, and I was stunned.

"Are you... no way"

"Oh? Did you know about me? Skynet restoration is neglected and not leaked. So even the evil goddess could not deceive the Goddess' eyes. '

"... reincarnated, Hiroshi Kizaki"

Two years ago, he was reincarnated into Marquecto at the same time as my reincarnator.

Following the remnants of his soul, he even grasped that he was reincarnated into a devil's prepared girl, but the voice that actually emanates from the devil is a young woman - no, it belongs to an unaged girl.

"You must have been reincarnated into Marquecto. Why are you here?

'No, because I was observing the world interface and there was an unnatural loosening.

If you look into that, surprisingly, you have a path between you and the world I was born into.

I just let one of the user demons that was left on the ground dive in, and that means the unexpected big guy got caught. '

I think this has gone badly...

The same goes for Hiroshi Pestle, who had more power than I imagined, but more than that, it is difficult to be explored why I am here today. Once they know the connection between me and Kiki Kagi, they can even think that there is a danger to the reincarnated Kiki Kagi - Edgar Curlevel. Of course, it will be difficult to get to the fact that Kiki Kagi - Edgar Culevel, but Kagi/Edgar will be restricted in his movements just because he suspects that there may be reincarnators on this side as well.

"- For what business were you visiting the world where I was born and raised today?

Hang on, Hiroshi Pestle is asking.

"It just so happens. God is out of town. This is how you often do social studies tours in a different world."

"That's... that's quite an identity."

Silence descends.

Even for Pestle, my encounter here must have been an incident. Pestle also talks desperately about what to do, just as I do.

'This is what I thought. I thought you were trying to connect with the power of this world to save your own world. Yes - this is exactly the place, the Lord of the Prime Minister's residence, etc., which is a good subject.'

I see. That's how you think.

You can ride the idea, but even if you ride too blatantly, you're going to be suspicious.

"You think too much about that. Maybe we should visit the White House and become UN Headquarters instead of here."

'... Hmm. Sure, you might be right. Of course, you may have already visited.'

Don't answer what Pestle says.

In this case, you should let him imagine it as he pleases.

Come on, Pestle doesn't seem to know what was going on at the Prime Minister's residence today.

I don't know if Kishiki Kagi's name is known to Kishiki Kishizaki, who died in the midst of the Passover case, but if you do, it is imperative that you doubt my connection to him.

"Is that what you're doing now? Are you planning on using the evil gods as runs?

'No way. As you know, I'm just a toddler right now. There are only a few things you can do.'

"You mean you're doing something when you're limited."

Hideyoshi Kagi/Edgar Curlevel is also doing "something" as he is encouraging himself and his surrounding companions to improve their skills.

'Kuck, that's well, for later fun. The good god Atrazenek seems a lot obsessed with me...'

"I really don't understand, but what happens when I give up on evil gods?

"Evil is deeper than good. Most of all, it doesn't suit my sexuality to expect from the depth of someone else's nostalgia.

But you're weak. I was going to take this opportunity to bring Fleuretti into this world... '

I ring my fingers again.

Create a cage of divinity around the devil Fleuretti and compress it in one breath.

Fleuretti vanished without even having time to scream.

"That's right, su... ato, zenek... beauty, ki, nah, one day, ruin, let, saw..."

Pestle's voice broke out echoing like a creepy breeze.

"... have you managed not to find out?

The way Pestle talks has the creeps of being seen through the bottom of his mind.

There is no such thing as a person who is a goddess and makes you tired of talking.

"... Your opponent looks worse than I thought, Edgar Culver"

When I snapped, it was now time to open the gate to Marquekt, and to leave the Prime Minister's residence behind.

◇

I twinkle as I pioneer in the daylight and dusty streets that shine.

"- Oh, boy. You can finally walk the table."

Managing to cross the border to Sonorat, where vigilance was tight, I - Leticia Ludameia - had settled myself in a regional city called Golhata, in the southern part of the Kingdom of Sonorat.

Golhata is about the size of the city of Phono, which was relatively close to the base of activity of "Yata-glass" - in other words, it was one of the plain regional cities lacking irritation.

The battle against Santa Mana, which took place two years ago, ended in a painful division, which plunged the entire Golhata area into a state of serious hunger. Those who have not yet recovered from that painful hand, those who have the strength, to robbers and sleds, those who do not, to beggars, those who cannot even do so, await a salvation in the name of starvation and death while lying in an alley.

In a city like this, my appearance stands out and I can't help it, and even if I say "I can walk the table," in the end, it's only about [hypnosis] constantly unfolding thinly to deceive people's perceptions.

I also used [hypnosis] to play a virtual personality (persona) called a beautiful but tight and jealous woman. An abusive hobbyist who adores Gazein as the "pastor" of "Yata-glass" - that was my personality in "Yata-glass".

Besides, not all of this virtual personality is a lie. If you consolidate one to ten lies, you won't be able to clean them up when one lie is found out. I'm not a beauty, and my personality would be tight either way. I also have a hobby for abuse. I just don't find it very appealing to a dangerous type of man like Gazein, nor am I a fanatic who believes in the doctrine of "Yata-glass".

To cross the boundary between the real part and the lie part and, by the way, to invert and tone the colors, to prepare an unlimited number of hooks caught in the depths of the other person's consciousness… to play a virtual personality that has been refined with such infinite effort. Happy as a madness at the beginning of the tentative the state of spiritual complexity that appears ahead of me, where I no longer know what is true because of lies. And to deceive others and use them in a good way using a virtual image that could soon fail without such sensibility. There is nothing more exciting than the excavation of ancient ruins.

- Nobody understands me.

As long as we can detoxify the loneliness of cutting ourselves by self-indulgence, we can also say that there is no safer situation.

Most of all, I knew only one eye bearer who could see through my spirit in a glance, like the light that reflected indiscriminately on the crystal.

Micha, and I heard the cat squeal after I looked at one street of household goods in Golhata's unmistakable market.

In the alley between the decaying house and the house made of crude baked bricks, there was one beast.

Even so, that's just a cat that seems to be everywhere. Hair is blurred all over the dust. I think the color is white, but you wouldn't know if there was a bump because of the sand. The only characteristic is one - one eye glowing lousy red.

I followed my flipping cat and slipped into the back of the alley. Of course, I don't tread like someone witnessed me. I can no longer have to be conscious enough to move through the gaps in people's perceptions by [hypnosis].

Behind the alley, the cat looked back.

"- Long time no see, Letty."

The cat spoke the language fluently - not that. Cats don't even open their mouths. They just sit still. I don't know the seeds of this trick. Is it magic or skill, or any other way? I'm interested, but I'm also not as curious as I'd like to be in exchange for my life.

The voice sounds like it belongs to a young girl, but I'm convinced the other guy is a man from years of reckoning. Except he's a sexually impossible man.... I was the hardest type of person to control.

"Yeah, thanks. You're not gonna tell me your name again, are you?

'I'm so sorry. But I don't think it's for each other that we don't have to know.'

"Right, Mr. Cat. I'm not interested in your situation, and I'm not willing to cooperate. Unless it's in my interest."

I'm going to understand your interests very well. As an act, you prefer to deceive people, as a sexuality, to deceive people, and as a hobby, you prefer to fish for ruins and explore ancient wisdom. I guess you could say you belong on my side. '

To a clear appeal of intimacy, I unwittingly snort.

"How much am I compared to you?

So, what can I do for you today? If you talk to me right away, you can keep your eyes peeled for what you didn't tell me.

'This is tough. No, today's business is simple. I wanted to ask you something. "

"What do you want to hear? Oh, I never thought there was something you didn't even know."

'There are as many things I don't know. Nevertheless, there will have to be a lot more. What I'd like to ask is, how are you doing these days, and so on?'

"... it looks like you knew I was sneaking into Yata-glass."

"Well..."

I broke it so that my voice would shut down.

This man has a habit of trying to get the answers he wants without asking questions.

Does this man have an interest in Yata-glass?

I'm likely to show some interest in the assassination denigration's brainwashing system, which blasphemed humanity, but with this man's black brain, I think I can prepare as much of it myself as I want.

So, the ancient ruins in the crows?

I don't know about that either. This man does not hold a romance in antiquity. This man is only interested in what he is going to do, and he only thinks of it as a comparison to draw on his achievements, such as about the past.

So Gazein Munzer, who was the leader of Yata-glass?

No, it's unlikely the most. Unless this man is also a male, I wonder... is it because the virtual personality that was put together in "Yata-glass" has not been removed?

"Is your research going well? I heard about the Harpy Queen."

"You know very well. Is the research a bad place to start? Because the specimens didn't gather more than I thought, it turned out to be smaller than originally planned, though. '

"I hope you don't let me know more. You're talking about bad chest shit anyway."

A man laughs at me when I tell him to throw up.

"Because of the capture of Queen, the herd of harpies has gone wild. You were not far from Phono City, so I was worried you might have been in danger."

"Instead of harpy, they even attacked the Wyburn herd. I heard there was a fire dragon."

"Well, is it a firedragon?"

"... No way, is that your fault too?

I overheard it, but sweetly, they silenced my question.

But when it comes to crows, I hear that Hachinoku (Yatagras) ended up being destroyed.

A man said, pretending to be casual.

... hey, here?

I decide to try and blur for now.

"Come on, I've just fled the confusion, so I don't care what the details are."

'Really? I'm sorry to hear that, huh? Was your acquaintance, etc., safe?

"Because no one was particularly close to him."

Hmm. This man is apparently interested in relationships within the

... and that's all I noticed.

This man is interested in...

'That was above all. He said there were ruins in the building, but you must have been dived, right?

The man has subtly shifted the subject so as not to be enlightened at the core of his interest.

But I hesitate there.

Because the spearhead of the topic that shifted was pointing exactly in the direction of a "certain person" that a man would want to know.

"I was only in the position of pastor, so I didn't have much of a hand in the ruins."

I answer that with great care not to be enlightened by the upset.

'Really? I'm sorry to hear that.'

"Yep. Though, as far as stealing excavations was concerned, it seemed like a modern site, not an ancient one"

"Is there no romance in modern times"

"That's not true either. There's a certain person in Sonorat who supposedly made a leak a long time ago, but from what I've examined the traces left in the ruins, it seems that the ruins were the person's lair?

"...... ho"

The man didn't even smell interested.

But somehow, it seemed like a feeling that it wasn't off but it wasn't a hit.

"-Sharha Vaux. If you're erudite. Or don't you know?

'... No, you don't have any idea. I'm just ashamed of shallow school.'

"As an actor in the collapse of Sonorat, he is the founder of the Assassination Order, Yata-glass."

So the collapse of Yata-glass is also due to the influence of the man?

"Vaux is half a century old, isn't he? How do you suppose you can crumble the current Yata-glass?

'Oh yeah... you've exposed your ignorance. But if you're so much of a person, excavation of the ruins must have been something meaningful, right?

"Well. Like I said before, because I'm not involved"

The truth is, I've seen gaps and dived into excavation sites.

When the rebellion broke out in Yata-glass, it was a short time ago, but it also confirmed the back of the completely excavated ruins.

Behind the ruins was a small room surrounded by exotic style furniture that I had never seen before.

Some items seemed to have been taken away from the small room. It had also been carefully taken away so that it could not be seen that it had been taken away.

- I mean, I was getting ahead of myself.

There is no certainty, but there is certainty, as to the identity of someone.

There was a revolt in Yata-glass that was not supposed to happen. There is something wrong with not questioning the connection between the anomaly behind the ruins and their rebellion.

First, undoubtedly, it was that toddler who uncovered the deepest of the ruins and took away what was inconvenient - "Hernfang" Baby Scarlet "Edgar Culver, the rebel mastermind.

And - apparently, it's also this toddler that's interested in this guy we're talking to right now.

No, I don't know about the existence of an unusual toddler named Edgar Culver, but I suspect that there is such a presence (...).

- And I had pieces on hand to solve this puzzle.

So I could almost guess at this moment about who this man is.

But what do you do after you've guessed it?

How do you confuse, grumble, and ruin this inedible man?

Should I tell this man about that damned toddler who blurred the achievement that was supposed to be mine?

This man will prepare the best ruin for Edgar Culver, by means that he may not be good at......

I weighed my thoughts and preferences, and offered the copper that was on the leaning side to the cat in front of me.

"... I think the revolt in Yata-glass took place just so it could happen."

"Well? I don't have any more information about that assassination denomination, either, but I heard that assassins are robust organizations that have mechanisms in place to raise assassins and metabolize organizations."

"I'm the brainwasher. No, it was precisely the job of the Reverend to see who was about to unravel his brain and re-brainwash it."

My predecessor has told me that it is the role of pastoralists to lead the lost sheep.

"Pastor" is also what I said well. It's a name that's been used since the days of Sharha Vaux.

'So you were feeling signs of work patterns, tissue collapse?

"Yeah, we've been talking about a gradual breakdown of brainwashing and a growing number of 'disposed' users in recent years."

This is a lie. "Yata-glass" rarely kills anyone whose brainwashing has been broken, even if they may use it to destroy it. Of course, there's no humanitarian reason there, just to say it's a loss to kill because if you brainwash it again, you can still use it.

My [hypnosis] and [seduction], Gazein Munzer's [phantom magic] and charisma, unidentified hallucinogens that are excavations from the ruins, various drugs that I was letting Ganache the Medicine Saint manufacture… and dedicated equipment made for very simple violence and incarceration. With all this means, it's easy to brainwash people and leave them to their will.

"... Hmm."

A man shut up.

'I see... you mean there wasn't a discontinuous change, it was a continuous change. "Yata-glass" is also an organization that has been around for half a century since its inception, and it can deteriorate over time... "

"Surprisingly, I can't believe you showed interest in" Yata-glass. "Although I can teach you some things about how to run an organization?

'No, it's something I've already heard about how a collapsed organization operates. Apparently, you were thinking too much of me.'

The man's tone was not as neat as the content of the word, but he must be convinced.

"I don't know what you wanted to hear, but can I help you?

'Oh, I'm sorry. Come on, I'm not clapping, but I'm done for.'

"Then why don't you also think about 'my interests' with that well-rounded head, Mr. Cat?"

'Oh, I didn't notice this, and I'm sorry. The interest you can make is information about the ruins. East of Golhata, where you are.'

I keep the information the man tells me, dressed as a careless wind, in my brain.

It was equally info on the play compared to the certainty about the identity of this man, but you should get what you can get.

"It was a good deal to finish."

'Yeah. It's been a profitable discussion for each other.'

The cat turns his heel and walks to the back of the alley.

The cat suddenly looked back as she looked somewhat at at that tail, which was surprisingly cute.

'- Yeah, right. I almost forgot to ask. The rebellion in Yata-glass - who was the mastermind?

The cat asks me like I just figured it out.

I didn't know you'd cut into the core at the end.

So that's all this information is important?

True, if it's what I read, for a man, this is where you want to be clear about black and white, even if it's not.

"... well. Neville, there was a man, but when he told me he was the only mastermind, I had to lean my neck. I wonder if there was a leader on the rebel side with as much charisma as Gazein."

Except for that toddler, but...

'... is that right? Now it's time to be rude'

The cat disappeared from the alley.

I stand on the spot for a few minutes from then.

Because I didn't know if that man really walked away.

The moment I moved, I wonder if I could speak as if I had waited for it - with such fear, I waited for the cold sweat to dry, and finally walked away from the alley about it.

Out in the bright streets, instead of fear, the dark excitement looms this time.

- That man is a reincarnator (...).

- Edgar Culver is also a reincarnator.

The notion of "reincarnation", which I found diving into ancient ruins, brought a clear meaning to my conversation with that man who might not be able to afford it.

I was intensely excited. Isn't it just a play of ideas by the ancients, such as "reincarnation" - even though I suspect so, I've been fascinated by the word and have traveled from ruins to ruins like the girl I put up with my first love. And because I could be sure that the concept that I was getting in love with wasn't just a mirage.

"Finally Found It"

If you notice, it's something you were surprisingly close to.

I didn't expect to find two reincarnates.

No, three to be exact. Although he is already deceased, the lord of the ruins, Sharha Vaux, must also have been a reincarnator.

"But what do you mean? The reincarnators are hanging out with each other......?

The man was, obviously, suspicious and alert to the intervention of other reincarnators in the collapse of the "Yata-glass".

Then that means the other reincarnators are enemies to that man.

Edgar Curlevel was an unusual toddler, but the sense of justice seemed to stand out.

For sure, I see that man and Edgar Culver are potentially in a hostile relationship. Because it's true without having to be sure that the man is evil.

"Suppose the reincarnation is a divinely forgiven business"

God, who can exchange reincarnations, will have only two pillars.

Atrazenek, the god of good, who presides over the soul and the circle, and Monugonuese, the god of evil, supposedly equal in strength to all the gods of good combined.

It was the former who reincarnated Edgar Culver, and it was the latter who reincarnated that dangerous man. I can think of that.

"No… rather the other way around"

First, the evil god Monugonez reincarnated that man from another realm. And Atrazenek, who jeopardized it, reincarnated Edgar Culver and tried to get that man to fight him. That's more muscular.

"Pfft... it's getting interesting"

It was easy to "sell" Edgar Culver to that guy right now... but why would he do such a waste (...)?

How can you let it crush when a clue to "a different world than here" has sprung up in those bottomless times?

"... reincarnation from another world...!

The world was full of marvels that no man could ever imagine!

"hehe...... hahahaha!

I laughed crazy forgetting to even deceive my surroundings with [hypnosis].