The headquarters of the dancing heart is located inside a tenant building in an office district in Euthanasia City. Everything but the dancing heart is a building with a street company in it.
Everyone in and out of the building knows that an organization that is also considered particularly dangerous in the back street called the Dancing Heart is in the same building. Because they provide insignificant security inside and outside the building. No matter how you look at it, a bunch of people are staring at each other who look like they suck.
On the contrary, there have been many protests in and around the building. It can be described as a miracle that only two dead people have ever been involved. But in such a place, managers use it as an office because the rent is cheap, and the salariers come to work every day while striving to be aware of their dangers as other personnel.
Yusuke Haruhi made him one of the dancing heart executives and was also a brilliant warrior. Like Randy and Ryun, they actively go to the front lines of the war. I'm even looking forward to that. But today I sat back and waited in front of the headquarters building in disgruntlement.
Before that spring day, Randy and Ryun take their men home. Those entering and leaving the building are already used to that surreal sight of boys as young as elementary school children walking with countless strong faces.
"Welcome back, boss, Mr. Ryun. Oh, my God, that's a lot less than when I left."
On Haruhi, who giggles and slaps lightly, Randy remained unresponsive with no expression, and the dragon cloud just glanced.
"I hear Eko's eyewitness reports have been coming up lately. I've heard a lot about the Shinjuku blockade, the spiritual disturbance."
Haruhi talks to Randy and the others walking into the building, but no one responds.
"Where Eko moves is linked to the smell of a paranormal conspiracy, which is how he sees it as the oil of a strange phenomenon hunter, isn't it? The boss would think so, wouldn't he? A lot of people have supernatural powers, including me, in the back streets."
Still, Haruhi continues to wave flat on topics that are of only interest to him.
"Haruhi, is there no new intervention by the intelligence organization? What about those moves?
Randy asks, not even turning to Haruhi, but leaving him as faceless as Nobu.
"Still, I wonder if it's only free informants and machine-gun births. No wonder you intervened in 'O My Rape', right? If they get involved, it's just trouble inside."
"Whoever gets involved doesn't change what we do. But I'll change the way I deal with it."
Even though it was a pale way of speaking, Randy's words had the power to shake the hearts of those who listened.
"Oh my rape is already working, I see. There's no way it hasn't moved. Ohmy Rape, the most brilliant and gigantic information organization, is too unnatural to move. Unlike all the other informants, I just haven't been able to understand the movement here. Be wary of the frozen sun."
Randy's last words surprised both Haruhi and his surrounding men. The frozen sun, which is an information organization, is a sincere relationship with the dancing heart, so the frozen sun clearly states that it will not explore the dancing heart in this case.
"You think they'll betray you?
Dragon cloud opens its mouth.
"Interpretation, elsewhere. Whether you're an ally or not, you don't have to betray expectations. Alliances are cheap insurance if you're not betrayed."
"Oh man, a boss is a nihil for nothing. No, should I say Realist?"
To Randy, who speaks out in a chilled tone, a tearing mouthful of Haruhi. Haruhi is the only one who can deal with Randy in this way. The others are so terrified that they can't.
No, there's only one other person. Not from the organization, though.
"Welcome home, Mr. Randy. Be careful tomorrow."
An old woman in cleaning clothes smiled and spoke to Randy as she passed the hallway. Only she undertakes to clean the building lovingly speaks out whenever she sees Randy all the time.
Randy, in contrast, kept up the idea of ignoring him without responding at all.
On the surface.
When there was a raid on the euthanasia police station by 'The Dignity of Meat Chunks', terrible information was being raised online.
One American anti-matter bomb was stolen by someone in transit. Moreover, the source of the exodus is Japan, and the organization in Japan's back street is scheduled to be deposited.
The source of the information was a soldier who was responsible for this one stick of theft. Dozens of U.S. soldiers were each given a different mission, moving for an antimatter bomb spill, one of whom could not stand the prayer of his conscience and exposed information to the best of his knowledge online.
The soldier was immediately detained by the U.S. government and the investigation proved that the information was true. And several others involved were revealed, and they were also detained and subjected to harsh interrogation, but have not been found to the full extent of the plan.
Thanks to the first person to expose the information, it is not possible to process it secretly in the US government, but to dress up to ask Japan to cooperate. I don't know the route that will be brought within Japan, the route that will be brought ahead, and the date and time of that. The only thing we know is that the only thing responsible for transporting and storing anti-matter bombs brought into Japan is a backstreet organization named Dancing Heart.
I can't wait to be hit by American agents and soldiers at home on their own accord, and wonder if they want to move the army, and the government - rather than the real ruler base of the country - decided to move the residents on the back streets. From the ruling class, it is no exaggeration to say that we have them for times like this. For once, we are not just moving the back streets, but also requesting the Euthanasia Police Department.
It makes the United States retain it for maritime surveillance and for surveillance and tracking from satellites. If they were to move within Japan, the general public could be plainly involved, and I don't trust them at all. Worst of all, we can also predict that an anti-matter bomb will be blown up inside Japan.
Although it is a big deal for one organizational opponent, the fact that the subject is at the top of the backstreet organization and a well-performing dancing heart was combined with an excessively hands-on policy because if it failed, it would be very important.
Then two weeks later, the back streets of Euthanasia City were in a huge commotion over the organization Dancing Heart and the whereabouts of an anti-matter bomb.
Especially in motion are intelligence organizations and intelligence agents, but large numbers of end-of-life shoppers have been driven out to escort, rescue and assist them.
What's more, it presents a chaotic picture of the tissues that were originally hostile to the dancing heart hitchhiking into this noise and making a total attack on the dancing heart. But while the dancing heart was damaged, it was retreating from the exhausting raid.
"You can't be optimistic if you just do this."
Said Kiyoyoshi Kiyojo, one of the top executives of Backstreet Central "The Thirteenth Staircase of Pleasure", an old man seated in the Japanese-room - making him a police commissioner.
"An organization called the Dancing Heart honestly doesn't know the bottom. I've never lost a fight before. And then the boss..."
"You're a genius child just like me ~. No, it sounds like your debut might be quicker than mine"
A beautiful boy with shallow black skin, dressed in a white kimono, sitting horseshit in front of Hojo, says with a nervous smile. Like Hojo, he is one of the thirteenth staircases of pleasure, landlord in charge of spiritual defence, head of the White Fox family and even one of the true rulers of this country. The name is White Fox String Spiral.
"The Japanese branch of the private oilfield store wants to move, hey. I think I can leave it to them, but everyone else is against it."
"I honestly disagree, too. Mr. White Fox seems to appreciate them a lot."
"Thank you for your help with the Shinjuku spiritual disturbance. It was the private oilfielder that caused the commotion, but it helped me converge because it was the Japanese branch of the private oilfielder."
Whether the other ruler class or the Inspector General rebels, String Spiral intends to leave the opportunity to the private oilfielder when it comes.
"They're essentially American and Israeli operatives lurking in Japan, right?
"But Branch Manager Rafael Demon seems to be a surprisingly good person to talk to. That's why I want to build friendship whenever possible."
"It's easy for people from countries other than Japan to trample on such things as how to build Japanese friendships and brother-in-law relationships."
"That seems to depend on people. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility."
It is a string screw that I say with a smile, but Hojo was frightened to see how it might be possible to take responsibility for an anti-matter bomb explosion in the country.
Randy spends most of his time reading alone.
Books you read are thoughts, philosophies, specialties, etc. I don't read entertainment. I don't read any novels or comics.
Outside of reading, browse the internet to gather a variety of information and knowledge around. I will also try to grasp the public opinion, whether it is on the back street or not.
All of those acts are carried out on the basis of the consciousness that they are to stretch a human being called himself. By the words of Ryun, my subordinate and master, I am going.
I'm not doing it on a hobby. It can't be fun. I don't exchange any emotions, I absorb them pale. Compared to twelve-year-olds of the same age, it would be an uncomparable amount of knowledge. On the contrary, even bad adults can't get fat enough.
Hobbies don't exist. I don't even play because of it. If you insist, play is your own raw. Preparing under it for the play of burning life itself. You have to be serious because it's a play.
But there's time for Randy like that to seek peace of mind besides sleep.
Projects a holographic display into the air and looks up blurry.
The display shows the faces of two men and women. Randy had made it his routine to see images of these two before he went to bed. And...
"Today, I met a very tough guy. It was funny. One wasn't that old with me."
Randy speaks out in his voice toward the image shown on the display. This is his routine too. Report what happened that day and what you thought.
Usually as faceless as Nobu, Randy with cold eyes who doesn't seem like a child looks like an age-appropriate child. Her mouth is broken, she has a gentle eye, and she looks at the men and women in the image. The way he talks, he usually just makes voices that are scarce to discourage, but he also gives them a childish bouncing voice.
"Mr. Ryun, you've been observing me a lot. He said something that sounded like I was having fun. Was that what you looked like?
Randy is a forlorn about the dragon clouds in public, but he felt resistant in his heart. On the contrary, I also don't think very favourably that I have to treat my men with someone I admired and admired.
"Haruhi is still a monster, a UFO, a paranormal, that's all. But I'm relieved to be with him. And the cleaning lady, I saw her again today. He always smiles and speaks up, even if I ignore him. Does this greeting come through properly? I can't just say hello to my voice, so I always do it in my head."
I really want to say hello back to the old cleaning lady who always greets me, Randy, but I'm sorry I can't do that. I'm afraid of that, considering that you won't be greeting me any time soon.
"Well... good night... see you later. I'm sorry. Dad, Mom."
Before turning off the display, always throw the words of farewell and the words of apology at the same time, toward the two of the images. Always at this moment Randy was desperate to indulge in something in him about to break down.