"Ya... finally, we're here..."
Through the secret staircase and passage down to the basement of Candoville, in front of a glassy entrance written Snow Oka Institute, the woman murmured in the face of relief.
My age is in my early twenties. It seems tall to a woman and nearly 180 tall. Although not glamorous, his legs extend sluggishly, his hips crease is also clearly visible from the top of his clothes, and he is dressed in a black suit and slacks with a functional design. Her hair is short, but she has beautiful dark hair that is saggy. She had no makeup on her face at all and her slightly shallow black skin was exposed. Smaller faces fall into the category of beauty enough.
"Tatsuya!
Women tend to have a clear voice, but naturally there is no response.
"Ta-no-no!
Leave it for a little while and then scream again, but there is still no response.
"He said he had come a long way, but would he be away... No, there may be times."
A woman groans and waits for a reaction on the spot.
"Something awesome has come..."
Meanwhile, within the Snow Oka Institute, Junko was spilling a bitter laugh when he saw a woman show up at the entrance to the Institute on a monitor.
"Isn't that an experimental bench application? I don't know if I can leave him alone, but you can pick him up."
"Hmm, I'm not talking about that in there. I'll be there for now."
Truly prompted, Junko rises and heads to the entrance.
"Oh, there you are. My name is Kishima Tree and I am the head of the Kishima clan. Are you revealed to me by your famous madman scientist, Junko Yukioka?
It was an old-fashioned way of talking that I would only hear in the epoch, cut out from the woman in the long black suit - the Kijima tree.
"Oh, yeah... someone who volunteered for the experimental bench?
"Whatever. Our Kijima clan will be in charge of the honorable spiritual national defense over the life of Daejong, but shamefully with each passing year its number will be reduced, and the clan's power will become weaker, and the role of spiritual defense may be solved as it is. So I consulted the White Fox String Spiral Hall, and as soon as I arrived here gradually, I was advised to try with the help of the famous Shunko Yukioka. I also had a hard time finding it, listening from one end to the other, really as soon as I finally found it."
"Uh... we didn't hear from String Spiral that first, the person who saw our site was contacted by email in advance, and then we made an appointment...?
Junko asks the tree, who told her history with a happy smile.
"Hmm. It seems to have said something like that, but I am allergic to machines because I hate it. I don't even wear my phone and I don't want to touch the Internet."
"Well... but that's our rule, isn't it? It's convenient that you don't want to touch the machine."
"Well, well... but this is how we met, so how convenient is it?"
In response to the words of Junko, the tree bows its head deeply after looking sorry for a moment.
"It's finally an experimental retrofit application, isn't it?
"Whatever. First of all, a certain person will be the leader of the clan, and I will use this body to try it. Therefore, if it turns out that a certain person is satisfied, I know that I want my compatriots in Kijima to perform the same procedure."
"No... not our concept... well, let's talk inside"
"Never mind."
Junko then put the tree into the reception room, where he told all the rules of the Snow Oka Institute.
"He... he's not a person. It's a fairly powerful and pure monster."
Tired of witnessing a tree in the hallway, he speaks to the truth beside him. We both came to see how things were going because there were always more strange visitors.
"Purity?"
I'm surprised.
"The monster was originally built on people, but many of its descendants are not coupled by monsters to each other, but are a mixture of people's blood. If a person's blood is mixed, his or her characteristics as a person are darker, and his or her power as a demon (yawn) is diminished. But that girl, perhaps more than once, only overlapped the demon's blood, reinforcing her nature as a demon, so to speak, the demon's salad bread."
"I see."
While convinced to listen to the exhausting explanations, Truth listens to the conversation inside, in front of the door of the reception.
"What... do you mean after a life-threatening human experiment? That's troublesome. No, if you are the head of a clan, you may risk your life to support the clan, but you cannot risk exposing your compatriots to such danger. I don't care what kind of dangerous experiments you carry out, but I want my countrymen to put their hands on it."
With that said, the tree rises on purpose, and drips its head deep again.
"Hmm... well, I guess I can treat it special. I just wanted more than one mouse to play with the professor. I was going to use the stock mouse, but as far as I'm concerned, I'd better be new."
Junko whines about things that the tree doesn't understand, even if he understands them himself. True and tired of sneaking around listening also knew what Junko's whining was referring to.
"Instead, only Tree will perform a slightly more dangerous surgery."
"Hey, Tree..."
The tree dubbed properly glances at his face bright red.
"Excuse me. I'm not immune to death, such as being dubbed Kakuru. Uhm...... when will it be a gesture? I got it. I got it. You also need to be prepared to acquire great power. The responsibility and the price of it are both reasonable and muscular, although some of the leaders want to take it on. But to my compatriots in Kijima, please do as much as you can."
A tree that drips its head deep again.
Are you a Kijima clan?
The door opened and tired called out.
"Who is this?
The tree asks.
"My name is Shizuno Rei. In the battle between the men of the great world and the monsters, it was not a rubbing difference, but I have stood on the same battlefield in opposition to the ghosts of Kijima."
I didn't actually mean to be hostile. It's tiring, but it turned out to be that way.
"Ah, can you reveal it in the opening of that famous Shizuno? He was said to be the closest magician to God."
In fact, the name of Junko is a tree that I didn't know until I asked String Spiral, but I knew the name of Tired. To the knowledge of paranormal relationships are bright trees on boulders.
"What ghost?
Truth asks from behind tiredness.
"The Kijima clan is a popular monster called a ghost. It used to be relative to people, but we hear that after a war between men and demons, which took place behind history in the world of Daejong, he went down to the military gates of men, and then took up the task of spiritual defence."
"Whatever. But the position is currently in jeopardy. Therefore, the presence of power is assumed. Only four people, including me, can fight now."
After a tiring commentary, the tree said, sinking his voice a little.
"Recently, when a new paranormal institution was set up and entrusted with spiritual defence, many budgets were turned over there, and as soon as our budget was drastically reduced. Mindless."
"You mean the murder club?
When I heard about the tree, True spoke its name, so Junko's face became more and more cloudy.
"Oh, I also hear that noisy name. It would be the name of the organization that preceded the new institution"
"Were you reduced in food support because of that murder club and then again in crisis? That's tough. No, that was a disaster. Honestly, aren't you angry?
"No, resentment is muscular. Our power in Kijima is caused by decay."
A tree that is truly sympathetic but maintains a humble attitude.
"Snow Oka, don't you think it's pathetic? You should cooperate with him properly. If you can't help people, you can help them."
"Ah... well..."
Seeing his true face, he smiled uncommonly. Junko is something that makes me very happy when the always faceless truth gives him an occasional look, but he wasn't happy all the time.
The Miyazaki Sword is located in the corner of the town of Azura City and has an institute.
Institute, but its exterior is a giant western hall like a castle. But inside, it has become a proper research facility. Since it also has a home, the residential area is the Western Hall itself.
All personnel are women. That's obviously more beautiful girls than they look. Although they are all in white, the interior of the white coat is obliged to wear underwear or highly exposed clothes along with erotic swimsuits. And besides dangerous work, it is also forbidden to button the front of the white coat. Therefore, you can see the swelling and thickening of the complexion, chest, and thighs from the gap in the white coat, making it a terribly fancy outfit.
"Ha-ha-ha, it's been a long time since I've played with you, Yukioka. I was too busy with this job to deal with them inside."
In a laboratory where various devices are placed narrowly, Misaki throws his thin legs on his desk and smiles as he looks up at the void. Naturally there is a beautiful girl sitting in his sitting chair, on which Miyazaki keeps herself.
"Though, this one is not ready as if it were. This time I was on the hero's side. Hmm. Heroin would be nice."
"I've been busy till yesterday, Professor."
Says the girl Misaki keeps herself, turning her hands from Misaki's armpit and rubbing Misaki's narrow shoulder from the front. Misaki closes his eyes looking comfortable.
"I think I'll get two jobs before I do."
A beautiful girl who was working toward the display in the seat next to Miyazaki told him. She is also a slutty outfit where she hides her shame in a thin clothing area and puts a white coat over it.
"One is about the Israeli mafia that has entered Euthanasia City, which seems to be breathing 'private oilfielders'"
"Ho. That scoundrel, he has no sexual punishment, is he still going to poke me?"
After receiving the report, Misaki laughs at it.
"They truly take the professor's ambition."
Another girl says it sounds crazy.
"I mean, if you change your mind, you can also admit about me and say you're on guard. Mm-hmm. I don't even compliment you on that eye certainty. But they are genuine scum, full of fruit, malice and discriminationism, with a constant sense of victimhood. I'll destroy you on behalf of your crappy little beard."
Fumizaki bears an invincible grin and declares.
"What's the other one?
"A request has come to the professor to treat a heavily ill patient who has been transported to Euthanasia Citizens Hospital. Until recently, the research conducted by the professor is likely to help quickly."
"Hmm. It could be super lucky for that patient to be unhappy. Because my technology might help quickly."
That's what Misaki calls.
"Mr. Yukioka, may I ask you to extend your time a little longer? I've got a lot going on, and I'm not ready for this one."
"Fine. We're just finally getting a mouse prospect over here, too. Hey. I haven't been recruiting lately, and I thought I'd use a stockpile of freelancers, but I'd like to have a new one anyway. '
"Pfft, I know exactly how that feels. Neither do I. The showcase of a new work that I built with all my heart is the beauty of the game. One stone and two birds for both trials. Hmm. That's a natural thought."
"Then that's what I'm talking about."
Hang up.
"That was convenient. Yukioka wants you to wait.
Miyazaki, who consciously speaks of the fellows in his room.
"Two projects, let's go clean up quickly. Let's start with the patient with the weight."
When Misaki rises, the researcher girls who were nearby react and assemble in front of Misaki. It becomes a row that stretches forward on the floor in front of Miyazaki, circles on the spot, and shows its back.
Stepping on the girls' backs, Miyazaki walks away. The girl, who was rounded in front of her, stood up and quickly moved to the cutting edge after Miyazaki walked, then turned round again to show her back.
It is his policy never to put his feet on, whether it be on the floor. And the girls know it, but it was their important duty to be his scaffold when Miyazaki moved.