Play with Mad Scientists!

Yunzuka Apricot met her when she was seventeen years old - a year after she became a resident on the back street. Depending on your job title, if you survive a year in this world for the most part, you can't call it a run out anymore.

Apricots had a hemp. In the middle of his work, the apricot was caught by the organization under investigation, and he was in an almost desperate situation.

"Thanks......"

Apricots say thank you with a dark face to the person who helped me.

"Don't thank me. Just pick up the gun."

Late night park. She said away in a bright voice, sending a powerful gaze, unspeakable and unspeakable, at the apricots that soaked sweat and fluids creeping into her body, without any glances of pity or anything else.

A world of splashes of blood and flesh. Apricot thought she was beautiful as a single picture, nestled in the center of it.

Here he comes.

Almost at the same time as the words, the apricots hear countless footsteps coming this way.

She had an invincible grin and was looking at the entrance to the park.

Shoot the gun. Each time, life disappears one by one. She faces multiple enemies head-on by herself, buried one after the other.

The awesomeness of its rate of reaction was reflected in the eye of the apricot, as it enters the realm beyond it of man. If you think you see the enemy, the next moment the enemy is down. It's like a one-sided killing game.

The enemy is also fighting back, but she is distracted by the ballistics - naturally, as a common sense of the inhabitants of the back streets, it is a business that can be formed with the power of medicines called outlets - with minimal movement.

No armed haughty does unrealistic imitations, such as standing alone from the front against an opponent with more than ten firearms. I can't.

But she's actually done it. That's mild, too. It's like a movie hero catharsis of good and evil defeating villains one after another. But in fact, there is no good or evil. We're just erasing the interruptors at each other's convenience.

Apricots also pick up guns and fight. All the enemies were after her standing around alone, so the apricots didn't have to worry much about themselves.

The enemy shields the trees, but it doesn't make much sense. She is shooting brilliantly at the moment the enemy attempts to fire at us. Each time he fires, he is definitely shot through the hand or head, losing his fighting power or losing his life. It also completely grasps the position of the enemy in the darkness of the night.

With the help of a drug outlet that explodes concentration and reflex nerves, it's a human discrete arm. It would be frightening if it came from the enemy. Because only a few or so of them are in range, and the monsters that are sure to hit the bullets are the opponents.

The enemy was quickly wiped out. I must not have needed the help of apricots or anything like that.

"Yes, whoa."

I put the gun down, looked at the apricot and she made me laugh. A nostalgic grin that has a little perspective, but spreads to a cute face that has nothing to do with calling it a beautiful girl. I could see her face seriously, illuminated by the lights on the street lights.

Apricots and not so old. Yet what is this difference? I also learned to be jealous, but a feeling of envy and respect worked harder than that.

"Thanks"

Thank you again. Now there was a spill of nature and laughter.

"You don't have to say it again and again. And when you look at me like that, it lights up."

Apricots embarrass me when I look at her laughing really bright and wonder what she looked like.

"Um... name, can I ask you something?

"What the hell, you are. Thanks for your help, what's your name? I'm not some princess."

"Not only that, but for once this is still me, because I'm an informer. People with arms want to mark it."

"Oh, an informant."

She gives you a voice that you admire.

"It seems a lot more convenient for me to have an edge on the monkey."

"I'm sure it'll help."

"Higuchi, it's the end of the line. What about you?"

"Yunzaki Apricot"

It's a name I don't know.

"I don't even know your name like that..."

Apricots that say it like it's annoying.

"Ha ha, that guy's in trouble. I'm confident in my arms, but I can't believe the unknown informant doesn't even know my name. I need to work harder."

Li Mei laughs openly, but she's not just joking. Fame is important in this world. At least for individuals who don't belong to the organization and live free. To get a job, to support personal support.

"If it was, would I sell you something I'm good at?

This one laughed, but seriously apricot said.

"Talent and strength need to be commensurate with that. But that doesn't necessarily make it a legitimate assessment. I can make the world aware of the professional patterns, the powerful."

"Heh. So, what's in return?

I just got help, and I didn't even think I needed that in return, but the apricot, that made my intentions work for nothing.

"When I want help, I want help. As a job, of course."

"I see. Well, here's one good thing."

Li Mei smiled and shrugged her hand as she showed her lined good teeth and laughed, as did the apricots.

That was six years ago.

Kehiko Akatsuka found out that today is his forty-second birthday on the date shown on the job site.

Until just six months ago Akatsuka was a company employee, but since she was retarded, her days of falling into a state and pulling into the house continued, and her wife captured her affection. Besides, I give my wife to sleep in my friend Tazawa, who tricked me into bankrupting her stock by mortgaging her house land. Tazawa and his wife fled abroad with their daughter.

Akatsuka had become homeless and lived every day of her life that day, cursing her own fate.

One day when Akatsuka opened a job site for the homeless, I saw an ad that caught my interest, at the same time knowing it was my birthday on a date.

"Snow Oka Institute - I Make Your Wish. The price is only for your body and your readiness'

Did the demon give it to you, Akatsuka clicks on the banner to open that site.

"I want you in trouble for the damage of the back society, you desperate to kill yourself in your life, someone who wants to be robbed of your loved ones and avenged but has no power, you bully child who wants revenge, and so much more! To these people, our Yukioka Laboratory will provide satisfactory powerups instead of accompanying us to human experiments. No cost. The condition is that you don't complain when you die. With only your flesh, spirit and readiness, you will now have the power beyond your intelligence!

What a suspicious sentence was written at the top of the site. Further reading the description, after sending an email, it says to come to the first basement floor of the Cando Building in the downtown area of central Anle City.

(crap......)

While I thought so, I was interested, and when Akatsuka emailed me on the funny half, I immediately got a reply. The reply stated the password to be entered at the entrance to the basement where the laboratory is located.

While I think it was a handful of pranks, Akatsuka was beginning to be even more interested and wanted to believe in the possibility in case.

The next day, Akatsuka headed to Candoville.

The first floor of the building just seems like a department store at first glance. Enter the password that was written in the email on the door to the first basement floor and go down the stairs that were at the end of the door. After getting off for a while, it became a passageway leading in a straight line, with an automatic door written Snow Oka Laboratory at the end.

"It really happened."

Akatsuka, who visited half-heartedly, groans unexpectedly. No, I still suspect it, but I actually saw the entrance to the facility and it got a lot more authentic.

Pressing the bell next to the automatic door, a young woman's voice responds, tells her this name and goes inside.

"Welcome, Akatsuka-kuhiko, right?

Welcomed inside was a little girl who, to my surprise, only looked like a mid-teenager.

Strange outfit with a long hemmed white coat on top of an embroidered blouse, black cardigan and torn jeans. Above all, it was the bright red eyes that caught my eye. I look into those eyes as if they were rubies and I even remember the illusion that I met some non-human creature, even though it only seemed clear to me that it was my heart.

"Are you Junko Yukioka? It was written on that site."

"Anyway, Mad Scientist Junko Yukioka."

The girl nodded with a grinning, uncontrolled grin at Akatsuka, who asked surprisingly.

A girl like this is a scientist? I was also surprised, but Akatsuka was surprised not least that she saw herself as a worn beggar, did not throw a contemptuous gaze, and did not turn away reflexively. It was the first time anyone other than City Hall officials and people at work for the homeless had not reacted reluctantly in person.

"Hmm, the agreement to the contract has been confirmed by e-mail, but I will confirm it orally. Hang out with my experiments, I won't complain if I die. I am not responsible for any other failures. Is this a good condition?

"Oh......"

It didn't seem like the words of a girl who only looked like a teenager, but Akatsuka nods in two replies. Seeing that, Junko smiles and nods back again.

"Then come here. We're ready now, so let's get to the experiment."

They walk the long aisle as they say. There are doors to the left and right of corridor-like passages, almost equally spaced. Akatsuka was invited to one of them.

A room with a medical table, headgear, and machines that remind you of medical equipment, it's going to be an experimental table - something like that.

Akatsuka swallowed a raw spit, but is determined to be ready. I'm already ruined. But only life remains like a burning scum. I will use that burning cushion to feed those who have betrayed themselves, and those who have taken everything from themselves, the reward.

I don't go to hell alone. Especially Tazawa. I can never forgive him. I swore strongly to my heart that I would necessarily show Hell to that man who took what was important to me.

Then a few dozen minutes later.

"Emergencies, Emergencies, True You, Hurry to the XIII Laboratory."

Junko takes an ext receiver and says it in a bar-reading tone.

In front of me, a completely naked man with musculoskeletal gray hair is tearing his fangs off and barking, breaking and rambling objects in the room from their tears.

"What's Emergencies"

After a while, a boy of about the age of a junior high school student in uniform shows up with a submachine gun and a shotgun in one hand each, telling him to look stunned.

"Doctor! The experiment is a failure!

"You're the one who failed the experiment."

The boy penetrated like that with no reason to know the contents of the previous century's cont or anything else, without a look on his face.

"In the meantime, good luck with True Your turn."

"You're so flashy."

Seeing the destruction in the room, the boy, called True, whines with no expression, walks into the room where Kazuhiko Akatsuka, who has lost his reason and turned himself into a monster, is rampant, without any cowardice.

Akatsuka growls and flies, responding truly instantly as she enters the room.

Countless shotgun-spuked shotguns capture Akatsuka on the counter and blow its body away.

"Not yet."

Junko says in a calm voice.

I really knew what that word meant, even if I didn't check. If you're a normal person, you're dead from this, but not necessarily if you're a person who became a pure child's experimental bench.

While bloody, Akatsuka is about to get up. Yet another blow, shooting a shotgun.

Truth is, I peeled my eyes off. I didn't hit a single bullet. No, he was bounced by something he couldn't see in front of Akatsuka and wore holes in the surrounding floors, walls and equipment.

To Akatsuka jumping again, now the submachine gun blew the fire, but it still looks like it's being played by something you can't see, and Akatsuka really strikes without taking a single bullet.

True threw Akatsuka's rolling fist in the spot, and at the same time threw away the sub-machine gun on his right hand, pulling out the knife of the great descent from behind his jacket and swooping through Akatsuka's throat. It was a flash of early work that was carried out in a miserable manner.

Akatsuka will not die while he sprinkles blood like a fountain from his neck. On the contrary, the wound blocks as he sees it, and Akatsuka turns to the true one in a flat way.

"I didn't bring the meat solution, but you didn't?

I asked Junko looking at Akatsuka, not particularly surprised, but plainly.

"Yes, yes."

Junko throws something true. True to only move your hand without taking your gaze off Akatsuka and catch it with your left hand. It was a syringe.

"Give it to me from the beginning"

When he threw up with a voice lacking discouragement, he removed the cap of the needle with one hand and now headed from the true to Akatsuka.

"Uh, when you jump into the detour,"

Junko tried to say something, but the truth is already moving.

I didn't even have to tell Junko, the truth was I was largely sensing what was coming. Invisible force that played the bullet. It was also expected that it could be used not only for defense but also for offense.

I spotted a moment when Akatsuka's killing temper increased, and True bounced sideways for the moment. As expected, something invisible gained tremendous momentum, rushing through the space I was in until a few seconds before the comma was found in the intense swing of the air and the murderous flow of Akatsuka.

True as it is, runs through the side of Akatsuka, rubbing it differently, poking a needle into the neck muscle and pouring the liquid inside.

"Awww!

The meat of Akatsuka melts rapidly with the screaming of the Terminator. The smell of intense blood flashes around.

Eventually it became apparent that the liquid of the meat dissolved in the drool and the blood mixed with it were only white bones. Naturally, Akatsuka is completely desperate.

"Hmm... I wonder if a single experiment would have tasted any different in the first place. We have to be separate. Ah. It doesn't seem to be a good idea to combine physical strengthening and paranormal capability granting at the same time. And suddenly for a short period of time, it seemed impossible. I wonder if I should see it for about two months. When are we going to evolve efficiently and reliably?"

Junko whines to herself as she observes Akatsuka exposed to the wreckage like a dead man with a flat face.

True, on the other hand, does not give eyes to the corpse or to the pure child, picks up the submachine gun and the shotgun that he drops on the floor, and tries to leave the room.

"No, brilliant, the boulder is true. You don't have to explain what kind of power they have, but you can spot them and take them down. Mmm, you've grown up."

Towards such a true, Junko laughs in full with an uncontrolled grin, joyfully clapping and praising.

"But... um..."

Junko roars on the tannic side as he looks around at the tragedy in the room.

"If this lab looks like this, I can't do my research anymore. It's going to take a lot of time to repair. Even though the people at Kittin 'Sink to Pregnant Women are waiting to complete the array..."

Leaving Junko squirming with bumps all by herself, Truth walks away silently.

"Yes, let me use that place."

Junko took the phone when he flashed his name and slapped Pong and his hand.

That was about four and a half months ago.