At the Silver Storm Hall main house, Tamajima received reports from his men that a monster had appeared in Tama Village, Tama County.
"It seems to be the work of a monster named Arm Slasher Kid. There have been four reports of damage in Tama Village and Funakamachi, but it seems that the information was delayed because it was gripped by local police officers because it was impossible for the monsters to work."
One of the two men in line said sorry.
"Uhm."
Peach Island nods briefly with tough faces as usual, not by accident.
"At this point, it seems that many cases have not been reported for similar reasons. White foxes, decaying ropes, our Silver Storm Hall, and even government intelligence agencies are investigating it everywhere, but they can't go all over the Empire..."
To the report of the other subordinate, Peach Island did not immediately nod, but conceived and vacated a few moments.
"Mm-hmm. Tomorrow, but I'll take you to Tama Village, where the arm slashes and the yakuza come out. Tell White Fox, Decaying Rope and Shizuno too."
"Are you saying we're going together?
My men ask.
"No. Don't wear it. Tell him the Silver Storm Hall will take care of this. Depending on the size of the enemy, we may seek rescue later. Above"
"Understood."
Two of my men hang their heads and walk away more than in front of Peach Island.
"Excuse me for saying this..."
While walking, New America, of the two Silver Stormhouse Warriors, speaks to the Senior Warrior.
"The Lord has come to think about it quite a bit."
"That's really rude. Well, I had my suspicions at first that you weren't thinking about it."
Hearing the words of the new America, the senior warrior said with a laugh.
night. Tired and wave soldiers took to a remote residential area.
(I don't know what you're doing... I am)
On the way here, I squeal again in my mouth the words I have repeated in my heart many times.
"Do you want to use?
From a space of nothing, suddenly a sword appears in his hand with a sheath, and the wave soldier pulls himself away, tired as he offers it to himself.
"No... I have something to gain too. Not only can you read or manipulate people's minds, but you can tear people apart with your mind in mind."
"I see. A pretty strong ability if you make an effort to keep your killer down as much as possible..."
Attacks with mindfulness power have the advantage of showing little visual spare motion. Although it is the story of the person who does not possess power, because the flow of power is known beforehand and it is possible to resist (resist) depending on the nature of the ability.
"I'm here."
I lurked my voice, tired said. One boy walks down the road from the front. We will be a little older than ourselves. He looks weak.
There are no people around. If you want to kill me, this is a great opportunity.
The boy passes beside the two. The wave soldiers remained nagging, trying to do nothing.
After being alone in a residential neighborhood round trip again, the wave soldiers look tired silently and with a soggy gaze.
"I won't force you... and if you can't, I'm glad you can't... You're more right."
I'm going to work wave soldiers, and tiredness speaks out.
"I don't know. I don't know yet. I'll try again."
That's what I said, wave soldiers waiting for the next passersby.
(I don't know what you're doing... I am)
Before I came here or after I came here, I squealed again in my mouth the words I had repeated in my heart many times.
A few minutes later, passers-by showed up again. Now he's a fat, middle-aged man in Japanese clothes with a tight head. He walks in twisting his teeth with a claw twig.
A wave soldier stood in front of a middle-aged man, as if to block that gait.
"Why, you hungry ghost. Someone."
Apparently, he's a muscular, and he makes a threatening voice. If you look closely, you don't even have a pinky finger in your hand to whisk the claw twig.
Shortly afterwards, a middle-aged man's mouth ripped to the side. All the upper teeth are also cut laterally so that the cut teeth fall into the mouth or onto the road.
"Ababa Bubba!?
A middle-aged man holding his mutilated mouth in a mind-blowing slash and panicking.
Slash that plenty more protruding belly, but shallow. I just slashed my clothes and fat.
(If that bothers you, you should be able to just kill him. hesitant......)
I think tired when I see wave soldiers who don't even feel fine dust killing them and only attack them with their fatal wounds off.
"Yeah Bubba!
Then finally, the middle-aged man who runs away, he doesn't even try to chase him, and the wave soldiers shut up and drop him off.
But tiredness followed the middle-aged man with handsome feet, and when he overtook him from behind, he pulled out his knife, and snapped his neck. Make sure the middle-aged man's body slips in, falls down lying down, and his neck rolls down the road.
"Keep the witnesses alive... we can't leave them... because we won't"
Back to the wave soldiers, Tired said.
"What's up? At school... didn't you kill your students"
"What... that's fine. I can kill him. He's the one who pissed me off. A felon. It's an evil that can kill without any hesitation. But... I can't kill a guy who isn't. It didn't upset me - I can't kill a guy who's not guilty of anything..."
To the tired question, the wave soldiers answer laughing powerlessly.
"You're not. You're easy to kill. Awesome. You must think he's pathetic about me."
"I don't think so at all."
Tired smiled gently and denied.
"Neither have I... I have never told anyone this, but when I kill people too... I have hesitations. When my conscience hurts... I do. When I think of someone I know, I especially... will. When I do this... and strangers... if I find out I'm killing people with depression, I feel sorry for them... when I become aware of them... it hurts my heart."
It's not a consolation to calm the wave soldiers. I've never spoken to anyone before, I'm tired of it.
"I'm confused like this because I'm no longer a normal kid"
The wave soldiers speak quietly.
"I'm not normal anymore. Not even human before that. When I found out, I was killing my dad and my mom. Dad and Mom, how did you feel about me killing you... How did it feel to be eaten by me? What do you think of me in the afterlife? Look, when I die, what's Dad and Mom gonna say to me? You call me a monster? How dare you kill me?
I was crying from the middle of nowhere.
"I also know why I became a monster. They say it's a monstrosity like selling grenade tofu. They're stuck and they're adding more monsters all over Japan. I became one of them. They took my family away from me like this, but they tried to take everything they could. They have power. Use that power at best."
"Looks like they're here."
To the tired words, the wave soldiers annoy. I do have demons.
"I've been drawn to the smell of blood and a slight demon... are you guys under Grey Dragon too?
Three men show up and ask me so. They're all disappointingly physical, tenacious men. They were all unrecognizable faces of wave soldiers, but as far as I heard the word now, they would be subordinates of the Grey Dragon.
"Ha ha, you've come to the right place. There's no hesitation in these guys."
With a ferocious grin, the wave soldiers approach the men, who have no choice but to approach them because they cannot use them without a distance within a meter.
The moment he entered the range, he was a wave soldier who emitted an invisible slaughter along with his intent to kill, but the targeted man jumped lightly afterwards.
"Yeah......?
Wave soldiers who did not think they could be avoided are taken aback.
"Neither the killing spirit nor the movement of power...... I see too much. And… they are used to fighting."
Soon a tired man standing beside the wave soldier calls out and sets up a black-blooded sword.
"To you...... it could be someone a little heavily loaded. Back off..."
"Oh, oh..."
The wave soldiers honestly obeyed the tired words of a quiet but unspoken tone.
"Be careful. That Inhuman boy, you can do it."
One of the men says, and the figure transforms. It's dark and hard to see, but the color of the skin changes red, the mouth rips and the fangs peek, and horns grow from the forehead.
"A ghost..."
Wave soldiers roar. I have no knowledge of Wave Soldiers, but my opponent was from the Kijima clan.
"Trying to be careful... the results are the same"
Tired runs out. The first transformed ghost shook his arm with a burst of tiredness, but the burst sword of tiredness pierced the center of his chest - his heart, and the thick arm of the ghost cut the sky.
When tired pulls out the knife, the other two ghosts loom from left to right.
"Mizuko Mizuko."
When tiredness casts a spell, between the two ghosts and tiredness, something appears like a stretched face that wants to flatten thinly, making the ghosts a little bit.
Alert, one of the ghosts interrupted the attack and jumped to the side, but the other tried to stick it straight in. That became his life.
"Ooh!?
The Spiritual Body of the Water Son, vastly expanded in cloth form, also accompanied by a physical action, encloses the ghost and blocks its movement.
Tired without difficulty of removing the neck of a ghost entangled in a spirit. I was left alone.
I was wary of fleeing, tired, but resolutely coming.
Even as he saw the difference in strength, Tired pierced the ghost's throat with a knife, paying homage to the brave ghost's behavior after he was ready to die.
"You're strong, Shizuno."
Wave Soldiers Raising Inspiration
"Yeah, probably the strongest in this country...... it is. Maybe."
In this country - Tired was conscious of humility. I really think it's the strongest in the world, but I dared to decide that.
(Being too strong and not immersed in the joy of fighting strong enemies...... That's also my misfortune now......)
Fighting was the real deal of tiredness, but there's no match for it. I've been waiting at the bottom of my mind to see if those enemies won't get out in front of me, but I also feel like I can't expect them anymore. That is vain and lonely.
"Let's keep it open tonight...... If you're uncomfortable... I'll go to your house too and come back with you... sleep and give you a hug?
"No, that's good"
The wave soldiers categorically refused to take care of their tiredness.