"Whoa, whoa, Professor, the three of you"
A crimson-eyed girl wearing a white coat enters the room with a basin with a coffee pot and cup in her hands and greets her well.
"Whoa! Mr. Yukioka, you're just in the right place!
There were no shadows indoors, but a voice sounded more through the speakers than indoors.
"No more peaks and slopes! There's limits coming to my brain! The idea is getting too poor for me or you to follow me anymore!
'What to say! You idiot!
"What do you look great for?"
Indoors are lined with countless consoles, with dozens of 3D displays floating around the universe. In the middle of the room were three huge cylinder-like containers, filled with liquid and floating one brain marrow at a time with many tubes attached.
"Are you fighting again, these guys"
Following the girl, a little boy in uniform enters the room.
"True, don't you remember the way you speak to the person in front of you! Junko, stay tuned!
One of the brains summons in a high-flying tone. The boy called True remains faceless and silent and takes the coffee pot in his hands. Pressing one of the buttons where the truth was projected into the air opens the lid that was above the console. Truth tilts the pot into it.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!
What are you doing? Kid! '
'And this is my hated black coffee!
"Ha! This would be a nightmare if it had sugar and milk in it!
The 'professors', just the brains, call out to each other. It was true that they shared their taste and poured it into the taste transfer box all at once to taste it without cooling the hot black coffee.
"Have you gotten extra loud? I wonder if you're entertaining yourself for not having a body just your brain, these guys"
True in a pale tone.
"Were you fighting all night? I hope you're not wasting your power."
"No, it's not."
Girl - Junko Yukioka jokes in a tone, one of the brains apologizes.
Like Junko, they were called Mad Scientists.
Over the past few decades, an excessive ecological boom has prevailed, and a tide of poor development of scientific civilization has created various regulations, but on the other hand, many Mad Scientists have emerged who ignore any of those regulations and encourage anti-social research.
The three Mad Scientists here are those whose talents were recognized by Junko, who refused to die with their lives, and who were given eternal life by their brains alone, and who became the carriers for Junko to cooperate in the future.
"No, just the revolutionary."
Junko cuts out smiling as she sits in a chair and pours coffee into the cup.
"Oh, if you're a mouse about it, Junko, as you read, you've come to this country. Mika Tsukinawa and I have also been contacted online. Everything is as it should be."
One of the brains answered to get ahead.
"I'd be bored if everything went the way I wanted. It's funny how irregular can occur."
Junko smiles like a prank at the brain in the container and says:
"What developments aren't the most interesting to you? I'd like to ask you a reference to interrupt your play."
True to ask with a voice scarce in discouragement.
"Of course, nothing will happen."
Giving the true one a glimpse and stating so, Junko put his mouth on the cup.
After returning to Japan for the first time in a long time, Bowman Amano and Hiko 400,000 Hawk took a train from Narita to Amusement City.
In the western part of Tokyo, Euthanasia City is a dark-designated city that combines several municipalities.
Dark designated cities refer to cities where backstreet organizations and residents are particularly concentrated, but from the standpoint residents, Euthanasia City only looks like a normal city, and even if they say there are many backstreet residents, they are not pinned.
From the residents of the back streets, there are many inconveniences in doing too much evil to harm the residents of the front streets, so we make the distinction between the back tables of society whenever possible. As a result, many surface street dwellers do not know much about the existence of back streets. When there was a shootout all over the city, "Oh, that's a backstreet fight," to the extent I could tell.
"A few - don't be surprised when you come back for a while. Was Japan such a breathless country? I don't know if he's alive or dead. Oh, no."
The sun also sets, and at the home of Euthanasia Station, which is overflowing with salaried men who want to get home, Hawkko, who stepped off the train, poisons him in a sizzling tone.
"Here, here, you have a loud voice, Hawk Hin. Sure, the banara guy had a more lively look on his face. Yeah. Even under repression."
The bowman who could resist had the same thoughts in his heart.
I don't know when I'm in Japan, but when I stay abroad for a long time and come back, I feel uncomfortable about my native country who was born and raised.
As a student, I couldn't help but feel depressed when transferees of returning children boasted of studying abroad and listened to the discouraging narrative grass of Japan, but now I just know how I feel.
"Then you were fighting with hope for national liberation. But - if that country, for example, modernized into a distant future alongside Japan, maybe we'll start living our days with rotten fish eyes, like people in this country?
The last dialogue was Eagle Hiccup meant to be a joke, but the bowman thinks it might happen, not a joke.
"It's better than being laid under the dictator's ass, isn't it? Dictator equals are not necessarily evil, but some good dictators are not perceived by personal greed."
He's actually a good dictator and a bowman I've never seen before, but some dictators are somewhat fond of in history.
"It's a different story. Although there was a time when we lived in the back streets, Japan behaved well to the back. Residents on the back street don't bother each other as much as they can, but I even have a promise to distinguish them clearly on the back."
Just ten years ago now, Bowman and Eagle Hiccup both fell into the back street at the age of fifteen with a weak crown.
So for five years, he was one of the popular professions in the back street, the doorman - a shop for anything, so to speak, but he jumped abroad for further stimulation and crossed the battlefield.
Crossing the battlefield for another five years.
As for the vulnerable side being abused, he had accomplished many times a revolution that turned the political scene of a country and the emancipation of minorities, and only when Bowman Amano became a renowned revolutionary who was called "The Greatest Hero of the Twenty-first Century," "It's Justice Who He Sided With," and "A Real Side of Justice."
"It's called that, that. I wonder if it comes from the national character of preserving the Japanese people's unique sum. It's more convenient for each other that way. The police don't have to interfere too much with each other's killings on the back streets."
"We've been disturbed. How many times have you been caught in Juvenile Division?"
"That was oddly harsh on minors. I was immediately coached, and it was sermon hell."
"I miss you. Your days on the back street, your city of euthanasia."
The two were born in Euthanasia City and were also based in this city during the time they spent in the back streets. And this time the target, the arms trafficking manufacturing organization "Breakfast Break," also had several Ajitos in Euthanasia City.
Bowman and Hawkeyok, who descended from the station, visited the seller of the former arms-manufacturing trafficking organization, the Seven Verses of Wheelchairs, to sell guns, ammunition, plastic bombs and clothes knitted with bulletproof fibers. The checks were rigorous when entering the country and no weapons could be brought in.
"There are tons of pistols out there, but things like machine guns and assault rifles and grenades are still severely restricted, aren't they? Even if the people behind you kill each other at will, it will be a consideration to keep your guts out of it."
The two enter the hotel's twin room and have a conversation as they check on their purchases.
"Even pistols have stray bullets. It's really weird how this country thinks."
"I love the fuzzy and grey places in Japan, though. Yeah."
"I don't fit... So, did you think you could be trusted as an example collaborator? Wow, Dasey Song."
Watching the TV music show, Hawk Hiko asks with his face up.
"Yeah. I didn't talk to you directly, but as far as trying to make contact online, you seem like you can trust me, right? I just contacted him via email. The text alone has conveyed a strangely hot feeling."
If the bowman says so much, he'll be fine, and Hawk Hin agrees.
"The situation on the back street will change a lot in five years. When we were there, the celebrities were gone, the people we didn't know sold their names."
Looking up at the ceiling, Eagle Hiko will have no heart or a lonely face.
It reminded me of many of the memories of working in Japan and the people I met.
In the days when we worked in the back streets, we were honestly two people who didn't, but back then we had a lot of memories.
"I'd rather say comrade than collaborator. We're going to play together."
While the Bowman was conducting a preliminary investigation into the organization of the bamboo break, he was currently thinking of joining hands with the person, knowing that the bamboo break had been extensively damaged by the hands of a single doorman.
It also sounds like a madness shake, such as turning one organization against the enemy by itself, but it's not impossible. Bowman and Hawk Hiko have also confronted criminal organizations and destroyed them several times. There is no doubt that the doomsday shop will be close to our own level of awesomeness.
"Shall I give you the honor of being able to work with the legendary revolutionary and give it plenty of flavor?"
"Oh, wow - coincidence. He's on TV right now. Here."
Hawk Hiko, who was watching TV, prompts the bowman to watch the screen as well.
"He said he's on TV... he's the backstreet doorman, isn't he? What do you mean? It."
A bowman peeks in surprise at a screen floating in the air.
"Nothing, nothing, this is the way it is. You made contact, didn't you? I wanted to have a better preview of who I was going to meet."
And, eagle hiko with a smiley face.
Inside the screen you can see the host of the artist with the big head and the girl with the semi-long hair.
Beautiful girl with a simple costume: a short blue t-shirt with a short hem and bright white half pants, without any makeup. There was no entertainer classic affectionate laugh, on the contrary, a sharp eye and serious face appeared impressively on the bowman. It's a girl who fits the word Rin perfectly.
"Long time no see. How are you doing back there?"
"It's flourishing! Since my previous appearance, I've also had about eleven shootouts!
"Buh... what is this?"
From the exchange of the offerings, the bowman blew it. Next door Eagle Hiko is laughing slightly funny. It's unprecedented for any entertainer to say something grandiose about working the back streets on a public radio wave.
'No, it will be important for you to run your business, but please stay safe. Don't make your fans feel sorry for you as a singer ~'
"Don't worry! I will never beat anyone!
With plenty of temper, the girl says away with a camera gaze. It's like staring at an audience. I guess that's the kind of performance it is.
"So, Mika Tsukina-san, tonight is the first new song on TV."
"Answer! It's a positive song this time too! Listen to me!
"Why does this guy always talk like a screamer? It's painful to watch, or it's going to be so bad this way."
"That's the art style. I like this."
"Hmm. MC would know, but is that the kind of character you're making up to in talks with the MC?
Eventually the song was over and the MC spoke to the girl.
"Well, shall I also get the usual publicity?"
"If you're in trouble on the back street, don't hesitate to come to my place and talk to me! Absolutely powerful!
Girl pointing vigorously at the camera while holding the microphone and declaring in a powerful tone. The sweat on his cheek after the fever seemed brilliant to the bowman.
The bowman only knew the girl's name and her reputation in the back street by previewing it.
Mika Tsukina- Strength rating is quite a high free starter.
I thought it would be pretty awesome because it's enough to deal with one organization all by itself, but the act of appearing on TV as a musician, showing his face, and even exposing the fact that he's running backwards on national broadcasts is quite out of track.
"You really didn't know -. I'm famous for it."
"You should have looked it up a lot. Kako's information site is not good enough. It only says backstreet ratings"
"Better yet, isn't this guy like us?
Hawk Hiko looks at the bowman and laughs deeply.
"Uh, did Hawk Hiko think so, too? Me, too. You smell the same. I'm still in Japan. Hey, this type of guy."
I agreed with Eagle Hin, and the bowman also spilled a laugh.