The next morning, the face of Plutonium Dundee, who had added a new member, headed to Ajito, a four-leaf uber to be escorted.
"Oh? Wasn't it a holiday today?
Zuo is surprised because Ajito had a client, Liaoji Oshima.
"I'm off, but... I had a hard time getting home, and I stayed in my office last night. Yeah, I'm not gonna cancel my job, and I'm gonna feed my English here today, so don't worry."
(Family, fighting with lovers, I guess, that's why)
When he saw Liao Er, who said with a face that seemed very difficult to say, Zao somehow guessed.
"Even now, you're the face I saw at the Yukioka Institute."
Look at Zao, Liao Er says.
"I remember you, too, but I didn't say it to you because I thought you'd forgotten. Thanks to you, I had my castle again, independent of the institute. It's our first job to remember."
"Well, that's eye-catching."
After a long chat with Liao Er, Zuo and the others head with the seller of the organization to the literal back street, called "Bed Street".
It is an odd long road sandwiched between buildings, an area where mainly backstreet residents step in. The entrance is narrow, but if you go somewhat further, even though it is sandwiched in the building, there is plenty of space.
They say all stores facing the road are the business of residents on the back street. Conflict is also a frequent danger zone.
The number of sellers is two. It's an easy number to escort. After confirming that, decide on the operation and the role. One more member, but Zuo will also participate as planned.
"I'll serve as the guard. Be their guardian angel, and find out who they think is after the traffickers, and blow the trumpet of death."
Angel offered.
"Do you have enough guards on your own?
"As planned, I will also turn to the defensive role"
To Zao's inquiry, Sauna says in a scarce voice of tension.
"Then I will serve as planned, if ever."
That's what Zo says. He dreams of coming. I also looked up at Zao in my dreams and nodded silently. He reacted properly, so I'm relieved. I worry about the interaction of the incoming dreamer because he is occasionally unresponsive or has a strange reaction.
Three hours have passed since I started escorting the traffickers. It's 12: 30 a.m.
Watching beside him, the job of a trafficker in an illegal drug organization was a time-consuming substitute. It's basically something that keeps waiting, and the person I contacted beforehand comes and finds this one, in the form of selling it.
Buyers aren't just residents of the back street. Obviously there were some residents on the street.
There are others who seem to be traffickers, and when they meet with the traffickers of Uber in Shiba, they interpret each other. It's such an atmosphere that we make a grand deal in front of this one, but we use it in concession of territory.
During the time of nothing, he was also interested in chatting with the traffickers of Ubar in Shiba.
"Once one more person has digested their appointment, let's go to lunch"
A few minutes after the seller said so, a suspicious group appeared on the bedding street. That number is thirteen.
A group that looks Oriental, but is clearly not Japanese. It was clear that it was a Chinese mafia. Besides, he's pointing a clear hostility at us.
"Isn't Oshima here today? That's a lousy clap. Today's the day I brought in the elite to give him guidance."
The little man at the back said in fluent Japanese. This guy would be the leader.
"It's coming soon. I'll be ready for a moment, Angel, but only in the meantime, please guard me."
That's what Mina says and takes off her clothes.
Poona takes off her loose clothes enough to say she's bumpy. Then, from underneath, a slightly dull blue body tight that fits the skin perfectly becomes exposed.
"Be alert for once, but the opponent seems to have no indication of moving in a way that is offensive. Angels are amazing, too."
A glance at Piona's change of clothes and Angel spills a slight smile.
Indeed, Angel is right, the mafias are rigid with their gaze on Mina. In addition to the act of suddenly taking off his clothes, he is blinded by the costumes that appear from under his clothes.
It is not particularly unusual from the collection. I have seen many people undergoing similar modifications at the Snow Oka Institute. It's called a heroic mouse, a special hero.
Mina takes the foldable helmet out of the bag and wears it. A helm mimicking a bird, with a pointy tip visor covering his face.
"Blue Hassibiro child! Guess!"
Poona poses and gives you a name.
(Oh, was that hashibillocho? It doesn't even look alike if you ask me)
Zuo is convinced to see Piona's helm.
"Hey, can I kill you already?
Pull the hem of Zao's clothes, and the coming dream asks.
(Don't be too straightforward in your expression. Should I be careful...)
With that in mind, Zuo snorts silently.
"Is that possibly Junko Yukioka's heroic mouse?
"If you do, you can't be alarmed. Take care of him!
The mafias were wary in Chinese, but despite the Zuo Dynasties and the sellers. However, I only understood that the decree of battle had been taken.
Some mafia pulls out a gun. The sellers lay down on the spot and Angel and Mina stand in front of them.
"Hashibilo Demon Eye!
The part of the eye that was on the helm glows when Mina yells at the mafia who has pointed a gun at us.
"Oh, hey?
One of the mafias, who was safe, shouts out when he sees several mafias completely stopped moving as if they had been stopped from time.
The shootout began. Angel and a few mafias are shooting up. The two Mafias are defeated as early as possible, but due to their high numbers, Angel is immediately driven into battle defense.
Angel was the shield of the traffickers to protect them, but he got the attention of his enemies, and it was gone by then. Angel was to take on the role of Zao.
"Come here."
Zuo invites two traffickers into the shadows. For once, Patience is putting herself up and covering for me, but there's no way I can protect you both.
It's a mafia pointing a gun at a runaway trafficker.
"Hashibilo Demon Eye!
Once again, Piona's helm's eyes lit up, and Mafia's body, aimed at the traffickers, stiffened.
Seeing the seller and Zao hid behind the building, Mina moved on to the attack. Mafia, I poke at you.
Naturally, the bullets pour from the mafias, but Mina takes steps left and right to cleverly engage. I hit a few shots, but I couldn't pierce Poona's suit.
When Mina fleshes to the mafia where she was closest, the visor of the helm rises. In addition, the visor extends and the tip is pointed. That doesn't even look as if it's going to mimic Hashibilocou's mouth.
"Hashibilo, stick it!
Piena shakes her head at high speed, and the tip of its mouth visor pokes the mafia's throat and face all over the hole. A mafia that screams, wraps up blood, and falls more and more.
Angel is in shootout with several mafias as he rushes around, but he seems to be struggling with a large number of enemies and no shelter. Still murdered one more mafia.
(What's your dream -!?)
Zuo was stunned when he glanced at what the incoming dream, which was originally to be an offensive role, was doing.
My dreams were like when I was in Ajito, taking off my clothes. And barely wrapped only a white cloth, growing large white wings, floating in the universe. But its wings are not the same as the wings of birds, the skin membrane of bats, or the wings of worms. Six inorganic white planks and four fluffy and groovy cloths of half-transparent white grew above his back.
Mafia, Angel, Pity Na, and the traffickers look out when they notice the change in their coming dreams.
"And the angel... he was a real angel, as I can see."
Primary interruption of the shootout, groaning Angel.
"What are you desperate for?
The coming dream looked at the mafia and groaned pompously.
The mafias stop moving in unison. I can't move my hand with the gun. I can't move the muzzle. I can't pull the trigger. It doesn't move just the arms, as if they were fixed in space.
"What are you hurting me for?
When the dream came to speak, the change happened again. I wondered if the tips had gotten intensely heavy from the wrists of the mafias, as if they were pulled by unseen forces, all beaten to the ground at the same time by their bodies to the front.
"Why are you here now?
Every time a dream comes to speak, a change occurs. Now let the mafias' bodies jump and rise high in the air. You can hear the mafias rising higher than the five-story miscellaneous building standing right beside you and even fixed in the air screaming all the way to the ground.
"How did this happen?
The mafias, flying high in the sky, fell at unnatural fierce speeds. momentum that doesn't seem like just natural gravity. Fall after obviously more force has been applied.
The mafias literally crumbled and snapped to the ground. Not only was he normally dropped, but he was peppered with an invisible hand, as if to smash a flying bug.
The mafia was annihilated without any hesitation. Both Zao and the traffickers are taken aback by the sight of that tragic death.
"If the angels grabbed me, it would seem to be the end of the line."
Angel said as he looked down at the tragic body and slipped his sunglasses up with his index finger. Hi. He seems to have figured out the identity of his ability to come and dream.
"What do you mean?
Zuo comes out more than the shade of things and asks Angel.
"That kid is manipulating gravity. If you get caught by the consciousness of an angel, that's pretty much it. Angel Consciousness - There's nothing wrong with that kid's consciousness if you avoid getting caught. It's no different than dealing with motivation."
"If you say that, you can't usually deal with motivation."
Explained by Angel, Zao laughs bitterly.
"Perhaps the key, that angel's wing. Like mindfulness, instead of grabbing the opponent entirely at the root of consciousness, you can look at that wingspan as controlling gravity"
Zao was more impressed with Angel, who spotted it lightly than his ability to come to dream.
"You seem familiar with Junko's mouse."
"Before the guardian angel named Junko Yukioka showed up, I was in charge of the slaughter angel who specializes in mouse processing. He was giving judgment to a fallen angel who ran wild and did too much evil. I don't think I had a single mouse in that role."
Angel speaking with a nostalgic face.
Zo dreams of coming. The dream was mostly in the process of wearing undressed clothes.
Zuo was concerned that his dreams of coming were as if even worms were moaning, killing the mafias.
(Are you the type of person who enjoys killing? Although rarely in the back streets. I don't see this kid's mind distorted, but I hope he doesn't run wild and hit the heck out of him...)
I needed to know more about my coming dreams, Zo thought. In order for Zuo to control his coming dreams, and for him to be able to control himself properly.