Play with Mad Scientists!

Mike Leonard, one of the top executives of the big organization Hormaline Pickled President, is killed by renowned Mad Scientist Junko Yukioka as one of the living legends on the back street-

This is enough of a topic to get attention in the back street, but in addition Junko Yumtsuka plotted to sell a boy named Yumtsuka as a promising rookie, and went inside Leonard's body to make it look like Shake and Leonard would fight and lose, and broadcast that live online.

But the happening that Junko would come out of Leonard's body, even as the camera was turning, spurred on topicality, and as a rarity happened to find out all over the back street.

Though we started from where we were mocked at first, as the videos were viewed more, we gradually began to react differently.

"But isn't that a pretty strong man that Yukioka is purposefully pushing for a selling name?

'I can tell you. Maybe he's a pretty good rookie. "

"Stema, give me that. You're getting more writing."

'No matter how strong you are, it doesn't lead to fame. I need some publicity to sell it. Especially in this world.

"Many of the well-known guys on the back street have undergone human experiments with Junko Yukioka, and that alone is a name value. The power is covered. The Yukioka brand in a different way."

"A promotional failure video at the back of the line that only seems to be this gag is also considered a way to get noticed. It's something that Yukioka is going to do."

'I see. Did you deliberately set it up to inflame it? After all the calculations. "

'No, no matter what you think, it's just a failure, that. You guys are reading too much. "

'Either way, you've only succeeded in getting attention. I'm a celebrity in a leap back society. Aside from whether you want to request it or not'

"It's like Junko Yukioka has an ass, so that's all I can trust. I'll hire you at home next time. '

"I'll hire you at home..."

Junko himself had written on that bulletin board as he glanced at a number of posts on the subject, written on a bulletin board that only residents of the back street could view.

"Phew... I think it's a heartfelt, vain task, no matter how many times you do it, to dress up as multiple writers while changing IDs"

After all, your positive opinion is your fault.

Even during lunch, the true sitting across from the table says in the usual pale tone to Junko, who carries the ramen to his mouth with his left hand and continues to write through the keys projected into the air with his right hand.

True was eating ramen just like Junko. Next door is also Shizuno Rei, a beautiful boy in a very flat figure with blonde Tsukimi eyes.

"Not all of it is me. I guess that's about a third of what I'm writing. True, if you feel responsible, just help me out a little bit."

"It's plenty at a third of the time. No, you have too many. Later, I'm not a creature with a despicable genome like you, so that's not better for me than you, and I don't want to do it."

"What's that vile genome..."

"You can follow them as long as you want. He even gave me an extra souvenir."

True to drink up ramen juice in the middle of words.

"The rest depends on those guys. Too much spoiling is not good. You said you couldn't over-protect, so why are you holding back so much?"

"Well, there was a bit of a draw this time... I don't know, Makoto. I felt like my own apprentice, and when I could lend you a hand, I shouldn't hesitate to lend you a hand."

Nothing really answered Junko's words. There was also embarrassment at being seen through my heart, but True Himself was reminded of what I am now, helped scattered by the girl in front of me.

A month later - a corner of the industrial zone in Euthanasia City.

A crisp, dry gunshot strikes at a place lined with warehouses that are no longer in use.

"Hey, I wonder if it's tough this time. haha."

A shake that hides itself in the shadow of a building and gives you a bright grin that doesn't fit right into the field.

It was a job to get in the way of trading illegal drugs, but both sides of the organization they were trading in have consigned around to enemies, pushed by numbers to make it a dangerous situation.

"I thought you were leaking information. He was part of the organization in the first place because he was after the loss of his superiors by ruining the deal."

Ten nights next door say with a harsh look. He carries a long bag on his back.

"Leaking information, who's for what?

"I can think of a lot of things like the proximity of the client actually led to the superior side. Then we're clowns."

"I told you not to take part in dirty work like that."

"Because you want to earn a little money and fame, it's shaken in the end. What kind of work do you have besides dirty work?"

"No, because the nuances of dirty work are different."

As I was making up my mind, I felt signs of a large number of enemies approaching me, and at ten nights I was aware of the bag I had carried.

"Rin, please again"

'Oh man, you ended up doing me a favor. I can use it from the beginning. "

The voice of a woman sounding like an echo rings out of her bag.

Eventually the men who are hunting down the Ten Nights show up. Some are adults, while others are of the same age or slightly older than the ten nights. All of them have guns in their hands. That number, fifteen.

The gates of space are opened in the size of each person.

At the end of the gate, which appears planar, you can see a building where ten nights and shakes are hidden from the direction in which the enemy came, and even the back of the enemy rushing here.

The shake laughs and shoots the guns indiscriminately at the backs of the men on the other side of the space gate.

In the wake of an ambush from behind, several people happen to fall. When they look back, the gates of space are already closed.

"He's in the back too!

"When did you get pinched! Get some people over there!

The illusioned men disperse when the enemy is behind them.

"Do you want to come back with the service?"

The mechanical voice sounded again, but now it belonged to a man. The gate of space that opened before the two of them was now over the men. A shake that can take more shots in there.

"They're after us from the roof, too!

"Shit! Did you get trapped! They're everywhere!

Confused, I look at the guys shooting guns at the roof of the warehouse, and the shake laughs damned.

"Looks like I've got a lot fewer, and go ten nights"

"Yes, sir."

Following the instructions of the shake, the ten nights leap out of the shadow of the building and stick the men in.

From behind the ten nights, the shaking is supported by shooting. There were also a number of shootings into the ten nights, but even though they were dangerous, they dodged, and as they were approaching the men.

Men who get ten-night handknives and kicks with hand-to-hand air fists and collapse. A swinging gun took care of the rest.

"All you have to do is do the decentralized ones."

While reloading the bullet, the shake comes out of the shadow of the warehouse.

"If you think you can just get in the way of the deal, I didn't know it would be a sweep fight. Well, it's convenient, but I use my nerves to carry this around."

Ten nights pointing thumbs at the bag you carried.

'I'm helping you, but you won't have the grass to say it. Besides treating this...'

With his voice, an equal-sized holography appears before the ten nights and shakes.

Rin Kishibe reproduced even the pendant of a cross with snakes entangled in his black-crushed outfit. Although the brain, eyes and spinal cord are still the only conditions, Rin and Hiroki Machida were fitted with the ability to make two voices and a device that can only be visualized by Rin.

'I want my body fast. When I get back to normal, I'm gonna force you guys to be apprentices, and I'm gonna work you out.'

Rin puts his hands on his hips in the footage and stares at the ten nights and shakes.

"Well, I saw you in danger when I just fell in the back street, and I thought I wanted my body, too."

'So history repeats itself. I know how Mr. Machida felt then.'

Rin sighs at Machida, who only emits audio, and then thinks the role is the opposite as usual.

"Well, if that's the case, I'll ask Senior Aizawa to teach me, so I don't mind."

Sneaky squeaky shake.

'More than that, Junko won't do my body regeneration inside. When are you gonna get it back?

I'm talking about it. "

"I've been working with some organization lately and I've been able to get a lot of experimental benches, so I'm obsessed with people who play that way."

Ten nights answers Rin's grunt. Even though it is convenient at times of need, it is troublesome to walk with only Rin of the brain on his back every time of work, so I want it back as soon as possible as ten nights.

"It's convenient, so I was wondering if you could keep it in your brain and help us."

"When you say that, you stop helping me anymore."

To joke and say shake, Rin smiles and answers so, turning off the video.

"Well, we've largely reduced the number of enemies, and we'll clean up the rest."

A glimpse of the countless bodies rolling on the ground, with a delightful look, the shaking sets up a gun.

I think ten nights at a time. From who I was only a month ago, he said that the sight I'm seeing now would appear as an anomaly in itself. But this has become the normal routine for me now.

I have no regrets for falling into a strange world. There is no untrained. Whenever I remember what it was like to get lost once and break up with shaking and decide to go back to normal life, I feel bitter.

Even if we were to follow the same fate as a body rolling in front of us, we would remain in this world for ten nights. To have a good time with the shake and continue to do so.

One, let's play back street. End of story.