Goro Kanda turns twenty-two this year.
In about two weeks of high school, I half-killed a teacher I didn't like and dropped out. Shortly afterwards, he fell into the back street and was to work for a small wholesale organization, the Constituent Buddha.
The wholesale trade in the back streets buys, stores, brokers, etc. nasty bumps, and actively sells them to individuals as well as organizations. Naturally, it's dangerous, and there's constant territorial strife.
The organization to which Kanda belonged also disappeared when Kanda was nineteen, in a protest against opposing wholesale organizations, and Kanda became free.
Speaking of free sounds good, but it's actually a chimp close to that sunset. He did his day job in the back streets, sometimes dyed his hands of crimes such as extortion and intimidation, and the money he had laid off was gambling.
Find blackmail stories online. Intelligence organizations and freelance informants make such information flick, so they buy those stories away. I'm often grabbed by gasenetas and less helpful stories, but I give up on that every time.
What Kanda got that day was a story provided by an anonymous informant she had never seen at all. It is difficult at the point of anonymity, but on rare occasions digs are available. Kanda likes those hits, so I'll try and buy that information.
The contents of the story were medium-high quality.
Talk about the chairman of the Back Village department store actually being a back street resident and fattening his personal clothes in the back business.
As evidence of this, a video of the scene being filmed entering and leaving the seventh branch of the President pickled in formalin was held as evidence. That's not just once, either. Frequent movements in and out are shown. This can be a good source of intimidation.
Kanda headed to Akinomura Department Store within that day.
Normally, I would send the video and blackmail in advance, but for some reason, the person who provided the information had already executed it, and later, he even went on to the stage where he actually just met and boiled down.
An anonymous sarcophagus who did not intimidate himself, but merely reserved him for selling information. Kanda deduces that he is probably a street man with a personal grudge.
It's an easy and delicious job to have a meal so far, if you try to blackmail accustomed Kanda.
"Agui's man, but could you let me see Chairman Okumura? Appointments must have been made."
When I told him that at the reception, Kanda was gently taken to the back. Agui and I were talking about being the informant's handle name and being apologetic in that name.
When I was passed into the reception room, a man of all great widths over the fifties was waiting for me. This is the target Makoto Okumura.
"Goro Kanda. Former constituents of wholesale tissue composition Buddhist quality devastated three years ago. Now the bottom line chimps who make blackmail, extortion their business. A guilty plea, a sin that divided my time by just a few minutes - something like that."
He throws his underlooked gaze at Kanda as if he could even see something dirty, Okumura says in a tone as if to recite it. It doesn't look like I'm frightened. Instead, I am intimidated that I have investigated myself in an attitude of spare time.
But to that extent, Kanda doesn't flicker either. I am aware that I am a blackmail professional, and I have seen such a person many times before. But at the end of the day, that majestic attitude also disappeared somewhere, giving in with a crying face. So much so that there were even those who would sit down with their voices raised and crying. The moment when those of high social standing desperately ask forgiveness from their bottom-line chimps and speak up fills Kanda's heart like this.
"You saw the video I sent you. It's proof that you're connected to the formalin-pickled president. In addition to that, there is evidence that we are aggressively bringing in people from the financial world as guests of that crazy organization."
It is Kanda, who insists in this tone, but there is no sign that Okumura has moved.
"Right. Take as many pieces as you want. If there's anything to tear it apart. Well, I don't think I can, because I'm going to tear you apart in a different way."
Kanda fought at Okumura, who said arrogantly. Not because it was a threat, but because a clear intention to kill was felt by Okumura.
"Wait. I'm not stupid either. You didn't come here without any insurance, did you? If you imitate me like a rose, make your head work so much that Aguyi, who holds this information, is not silent. It's not just Agui. If I'm not back safely, this information will be automatically exposed online."
Mindful of his inner fear, he desperately makes room for it, and Kanda tries to take advantage of Okumura.
In fact, it was because of that insurance that we went out of our way to negotiate directly.
That much, I didn't suspect that the person being blackmailed would take it, but suddenly I couldn't help but be surprised and anxious to bring it to the story of the premise of killing myself.
"It's a moonlight dialogue, but I'll teach you a souvenir of the underworld. I am the Branch Manager of the Seventh Branch of the Formalin-Pickled President. Behind the table is the main business. If you ask me to throw away one of the tables and the back, I'll throw away the tables. If you check the information a little more closely, you'll see. Failure to do so took your life."
Shortly after Okumura told him mean things, a few men in black appeared in the reception room and immediately seized Kanda.
Keeping Kanda's mouth down, peel a needle in her neck. Fold Kanda's body, which has stopped moving slowly, and store it in a giant geraluminum case with wheels.
"I just got an actor to put on the show, and I got it."
Okumura laughs sarcastically as the black clothes roll the case and leave the room. Immediately after that, the ext rang.
"Here comes Agui again."
Okumura frowned at what was told.
If I thought it was just one person, I wondered if anyone else would have threatened me with the same content. At least I've only heard about Kanda from the Aguyi who contacted me before Kanda arrived.
Just like Kanda, tell him to go through the room.
Eventually what appeared in the room was a man who apparently seemed to be an addict to drugs: a mouth that remained half-opened, a morbidly thin body, in a large, open, giraffed eye. Like Kanda earlier, I checked the character of the opponent, but he doesn't come out. Totally anonymous dick.
"Hehe, hehe, I know your secret... Hehe... You're involved with the formalin-pickled president, aren't you? Shh, shh, shh..."
Laughing naggingly, a man mouths a complaint of blackmail like a saying.
In contrast, Okumura, this time without uttering a word, merely called his men, and the man, like Kanda, was packed in a case and taken away by the men in black.
"The second actor in the show? Don't help. Yeah."
Sitting in a chair, Okumura shudders with a refreshing look.
I feel uncomfortable that the blackmailers have come both of us to keep standing.
A man named Agui hasn't told me that there are two men in charge. I wondered if I had increased it for insurance, but the very act of selling blackmail information (stories) to multiple people is a strange story. That would be too much to hunt down, and the amount of money you can squeeze could be reduced per capita, so it should be tacit to understand that there is only one person to transfer blackmail information.
And then a few minutes later...
"Agui's manners came more..."
A confused receptionist voice. A muscular figure is visiting the chairman to keep him standing, so he probably feels something dangerous.
"Let it go. No... wait. I'll take care of it here."
Tell the receptionist to call the men in black.
"You don't have to go through here anymore, so retrieve everything you call Agui's manners"
Ordered in a frustrating tone, the black clothes left the reception room.
(Who...? What is Agui)
After coming here, Okumura finally realized that this was an anomaly and thought was given to the presence of a man named Agui.
The Aguyi person who sent the blackmail video to Okumura had only told him that he would give Kanda as his charge in advance, but in fact, besides Kanda, there are many people who continue to call him Kanda.
It seems difficult to find out who he is at the moment, even if he finds out who he is, by putting himself in a safe zone and by means of a modus operandi that leads him to blackmail.
Instead, I can't help but remember the creeps in the unintelligible behavior of bringing in a bunch of people, although I thought it was my chance to find out when I was exposed to the face behind me.
"There's a man named Agui."
Okumura glanced at me again, but I immediately noticed that there was no word in the reception report. This means that the person himself has come aboard, not by charity.
An increasingly perplexing Okumura. An unintelligible behavior where several people stand for blackmail and then even show up in person. I have no idea what the hell your intentions are. No, I'm not limited to him yet.
"Let me through here. Let me through here."
Order both the receptionist and the black clothes.
"Nice to meet you -. I, Junko Yukioka, am a stubborn mad scientist enough to sweep and throw away there, you know?
Okumura opened her mouth and looked up to the person who appeared with her bounced voice.
He is currently in the midst of a struggle with the seventh branch under Okumura's jurisdiction, he is an epic celebrity who also lives in the back streets, and a patterned figure who has long been relative to the organization.
It's not like I didn't even think about calling in the black clothes from the distribution here to let them capture them, but I would step on them and deal with them cautiously, saying that they must have a lot of power or have measures in place to come in here alone.
"I see, is that your fault? What's the point?
Okumura asks under the guise of calm, even though she remembers the intense frustration.
"When I gave you the information that Mr. Okumura was the branch manager of the formalin-pickled president, he seemed happy to pop out. Oh, I told some other people, but you don't have to worry about it. It's just a gift to say hello, and don't hesitate to use it for the show."
All of this behavior is obvious. Feeling like he was being danced on his palm, Okumura was causing frustration, while fear was also beginning to budge.
"I want you to answer me seriously. You mean it's just a prank?
"He looks like someone wearing two bunches of twinkles, so I was wondering which one was the main one. If I were on the table, instead of stopping the other kids I taught, I'd feel like throwing them out the back and asking them to do me a favor."
"It's a table if you ask me which to throw away, the face on the front street or the back street. I don't know what the blackmail is, but I'm not gonna listen to you."
It's a lot of damage to throw either away, but it's hard to let go of the pleasure you get behind it. Before that, if you imitate that you betray the organization, you are in danger.
"Oh well, good. If I said I wanted to get a table, I was going to give you a break, but if the back is more important, I wouldn't shy away from anything. Oh, and by the way, please, I wanted you to do the event I devise as it is, but if you can't, no."
"It's a bad hobby greeting."
"Ooh? I was going to match your level, but didn't you like it?
"Okay. In tongue warfare, you win."
Okumura snorts and throws up without hiding the discomfort.
"I'm sending a thorough mouse in here as an assassin, so I don't have a proper stage for fun. Oh, I'm registered to the paysite of your organization, and once I'm a customer, I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of event it will be. Well, say hello to Mr. Leonard."
Leonard is the name of a senior executive who reports to Okumura.
He's always a black man in a cloister mask, but I've never even seen Okumura remove his mask. Junko went out of his way to tell himself that even though he was not part of the organization, he also knew that the top executive was Okumura's direct supervisor. There's no way Okumura knows what this means.
"Thanks for that one! Stay tuned!
Okumura says all the sarcasm to Junko as he leaves the room.
Being pissed off by a handful of pranks makes me angry and feel the fighting spirit boil at the same time. I'm sure I'll snag this little girl. If I could, I would like to capture him alive and make him a fool of himself.
"Oh, yeah."
Once he leaves the room, Junko opens the door again and makes him peek only at his face. The empty Okumura was gnawed.
"Agui is a reverse reading of my last name's alphabet. Have you noticed? Bye."
(... Y, U and K are not enough, and I don't know)
Where Junko snapped his neck and then placed it in one tempo, Okumura muttered with a flashing look and without speaking out.
Ten nights and shakes back to the lab were taken to the shooting range located in the lab, where they had been handled by guns from the truth.
"Hold it tighter and fasten it. Don't get bumpy when shooting. No, it's not. with the consciousness to fix it on your elbows and arms as a whole."
Ten nights with bad motor nerves and bad swallowing, I honestly wanted to be free of this training quickly, without being noticed from the truth.
Because I am empowered in the first place over Junko, I didn't think I needed to handle guns or anything, but I can't feel bad about saying it clearly and rejecting it toward the truth that seriously teaches me about myself.
"Hey, Senior Aizawa. Aren't you sloppy enough to take care of ten nights? Look at me too."
A shake that was silently shooting a gun without guidance took off his ear guard, turning his face toward the true and ten nights, pointing his mouth.
"I taught you all the basics yesterday, and there's nothing particularly bad about it, so think for yourself later, and encourage your training."
True to give such a wobble a nice touch.
"Training sounds a little cool."
"It's about not neglecting your daily authentic workouts if you don't want to die. A little lack of skill and concentration can cause you to die. Don't allow yourself to compromise."
"I'm ready to die. Since that time I decided to fall into the back street. If I didn't have to die, I'd never have crossed it."
I didn't miss ten nights or shaking that the true atmosphere changed to the words that the shake uttered. An expression of indignation and anger appeared in his face, momentarily but clearly.
"Ready to die? I don't have it. Such a useless thing. I'll always survive."
I was hit with a tougher gaze than true, and the shake wandered.
"Whatever the situation, I'm going to survive to the end, trying to play a survival game where only one in a hundred trillion people can survive. I'm not without fear of death, but I try to contain it as much as I can. You too, set your obsession to live above your readiness to die, so that survival is your top priority. Don't push it. If you detect danger, you can run. Reality doesn't go like fiction. It's almost impossible to deal with multiple enemies on your own. Except for me."
True to speak politely, rather than in a harsh tone, rather than in a way lacking in discouragement to date. To the last word I added, though I was about to blow ten nights.
"If that's what the seniors say, I'll rethink it too. I always thought I'd be stronger prepared to die, but I felt like I was stronger about what my senior said."
I felt strong spirituality and persuasion in the true word, and the shaking honestly accepted. He then sends a truly feverish gaze, sparkling his eyes.
I can't help but like the fact that the shake is turning a really hot gaze, as always, at ten nights. I always thought I was the only partner who looked at me, but my jealousy and fear of being conscious besides myself swirl all the way through the ten nights.
Plus, ten nights doesn't make sense of why the shake is really so drunk. I honestly don't really have the impression that I like the little one, who is a lot shorter than me, but has a lot of blinking and eye-catching remarks from above.
From ten nights onwards, Junko had more impact than that, and I felt something attractive.
I saw the scene of killing people with laughter, and not just fear, but admirable emotions. I also thought he was a guy who blew a lot of things, but Junko's bleeding addition and subtraction goes far beyond shaking.
"After what I said sounded great, it's not like I'm gonna swallow everything I say. As much as it helps me."
True returns to its usual pale tone, but at the same time, it looked like ten nights and a shake, as if it had swimmed its eyes and done a nasty trick.
"No, I was Respecting Senior Aizawa, and if it's ever going to be sardines. He was more than I thought he was."
"I was Respecting you, what did you do?"
"I tried to imitate Senior Aizawa and make a harem, and I called out to the girls, and I snuck around in the classroom after school, and the teacher found me and I was so mad at me. Even we used to play when we were younger, but when we were younger, we were jealous of our youth."
A shake that speaks with a good chest up.
"That's natural to be mad at me. I told you I didn't make a harem."
True to deny it softly.
"It's okay to chat, keep training. When you're done shooting all the way through. Let's have a mock fight. And then you train for melee combat."
Truly prompted, he wears an ear guard for ten nights and shoots his gun out again.
"We had a mock fight yesterday, seniors, but it was a real monster. You can't hit this gun at all, but you can't even hit this one..."
Shake talked to him at ten nights, but saw that he had already earguarded and had not received his voice, and Shake similarly put on his earguard to resume shooting training.