Rebuild World

Akira came to the front of the clinic with Cheryl's guidance. The clinic was located in a painting of Slam Street, outside Cheryl and the others' territory but relatively close.

It was a kind of neutral zone, recognised by the inhabitants of Slam Street as a place not to make implicit noise. When the clinic is caught in battle, we do ourselves harm. If I make another noise, they refuse to treat me. enforcement to that extent, but it worked well enough for the surrounding residents.

Akira has a subtle look on her face when she sees the look of the clinic.

"... Cheryl. Are you sure it's here?

"Yes. Here it is.... I know how you feel, but here it is."

"... right"

The clinic had a rather frigid, smelly appearance. Instead of a clinic, it had an appearance called a laboratory, and equipment of unknown use was installed on the roof, such as the one publicly proclaimed to be continuing suspicious research every day. It was described as a thin and eight forest clinic on a sign that wore off and the letters disappeared.

Akira enters the clinic with Cheryl. Inside, a man in white was injecting Cheryl's men with green drugs. Probably some kind of cure, but the slight but luminescent green liquid is suspicious because I see it.

A man notices Akira and the others. And speak to Cheryl who called.

"Are you here? I need to talk to you about the recovery pills you were using on these guys... hmm?

A man is trying to remember something by looking at Akira. And laugh lightly and talk.

"It's you. Long time no see."

But Akira didn't recognize the man.

"Have we met somewhere?

"It's me. It's a palm. Look, you had my treatment at the ruins of Kuzsuhara Street, right?

That's what they said. Akira also remembered the palm.

"... oh, that time"

"Do you remember? After that, they ruined my treatment. Thanks to you, I got sidetracked from the city and ruined the clinical data around the corner, didn't I?

"Even if I tell you so."

The aftermath of Akira's decision not to have a lot going on with her contract with Kibayashi seemed to extend to the palm. But there's nothing Akira can do if she complains. I'm not even going to care.

Cheryl asks the palm gently bowing her head.

"Everyone is taking care of you. I heard you wanted to talk to me..."

The palm alternates between Cheryl and Akira and answers as he is convinced.

"Oh. That's enough. No. There were indications that the transported child had used a fairly expensive healing drug, so if he had the money to buy one, I thought I'd make him pay for the treatment exactly, but it didn't seem like it."

I guess I handed her a generously expensive healing pill to get her in a good mood. From his own eyes, Cheryl is such a woman that it's no wonder Akira let her in. The palm decides so and asks Akira laughing.

"If that's the case, why don't you add the cost of treatment? I'm gonna fix a lot of things with just the extras, okay?

Akira answers normally.

"I don't have a stepdad to do that."

"Right. Well, yeah."

Master Akira doesn't seem to be too strong. The palm decided so again and gave up his claim for additional treatment costs. And explain the situation to Cheryl.

"The ones who have been treated are that way. It's too late for two, but that's not my fault. If you want to dispose of the body this way, we'll charge you a different fee. If you don't want to, take me home later. The living ones should be healed to the point where they can move on their own by tomorrow or so."

"Okay. Akira, I'm going to see you all."

Cheryl said so and lowered her head gently to Akira before walking away. Cheryl's men, who finished the treatment, also followed Cheryl with a little twitching. It was a minor injury, so they probably put the treatment behind them, but they are recovering to the extent that they can move on their own. Suspicious green chemicals seem to be highly effective.

Akira asks the palm somehow.

"What was the condition of the one that didn't help?

"Hmm? I had a bullet in my belly and my gut was hit. Bleeding was cruel."

"You can't do it anymore to that extent? Is that a minor injury to that extent?

The palm smiles lightly and answers.

"That's what the guy used to say about hunter operations. Don't think of the hunter's minor injuries the same way as the average person's. Normally, he dies even to that extent. The ones who are even flat on their necks are mostly eunuchs, and the ones who don't have to die after being blown off their lower bodies are forced to (do) live by taking heaps of expensive restorative drugs, or have fundamentally different vitality with physical modifiers or something like that, for that reason. If you think of the normal ones the same way, you could accidentally kill them, right? Be careful."

"... you're right if you ask me"

Akira laughed bitterly when she realized her senses were quite paralyzed (eyelids).

The palm switches his mind and asks.

"I came to the clinic at the corner (because of that). Aren't you going to be treated?

"It was. I'd like to see a doctor. Injury (injury) treatment was done with a hand held healing medicine. Testing residual nanomachines, checking the basic condition of your body, that way, please."

"What is it? Just a check-up? I'm telling you, it's not free, is it?

"I know, I know."

Akira takes off her fortified clothes to see a palm. The palm was examining Akira's body with equipment as suspicious as it had been at previous examinations. Along the way, the palm asks Akira with a slightly more interesting look.

"Hey, maybe you're aiming for a superman or something?

Akira asks back in surprise.

"Superman? What are you talking about?

"I would be putting a lot of load on my body with heaps of recovery pills on it. So much so that the healing pills are likely to expire quickly due to that load. Don't you remember?

"I often fight while taking healing pills to compensate for the burden when using fortified clothes, is that what you mean? Is that what this is about?

Answer while the palm is a little silly.

"You're doing this without consciousness. You're crazy."

"So, what do you mean"

"Many people are not too conscious, but many eastern humans can improve their physical abilities a little surprisingly when they work out well. Of course (of course) there are personal differences and limitations. But very few of them have unusually high limits. It's like beating up a tank alive. They're called Supermen. But they can only become normal physical abilities if they work out normally. If you work out, there's only a high ceiling you can reach. So it's not normal. I'm going to need a way to work out. One way to do this is to continue to overload the body beyond its limits while taking high-performance restorative medicines. To compress as much as possible the density of your workouts."

Akira explores past experiences. I think of mountains of memories of doing something similar.

"Does that work?

"They have quite a few, don't they? Well, usually it's quicker and surer to wear fortified clothes or get a body modification than to do that. I don't normally imitate things like that unless I really want to be strong."

"But that's what talent is born for, isn't it? You know, a lot of times you couldn't have worked out hard, right?

Whether it's a topic of preference or not, the palm talks in a good mood to rap.

"Surprisingly, they have a lot of qualities in their hands just because they haven't noticed. It is also pointed out that the superman of that hand may be the descendant of a human being bioconditioned by its advanced technology in the days of the Old World. Many attempts have been made to unearth similar technologies and apply them to modern humans. In addition, many humans have mutated while unknown due to the influence of unknown nanomachines. Their children are inherited from their parents' properties and mutations, and their children are transformed by new technologies."

The technology of the old world has reached an area where we can redefine, redesign and rebuild the definition of man. In a sense, the humans of the East are also the product of the technology of the Old World and the relics of the Old World.

Thus, sometimes the relics of that old world come with high prices. For example, a very high value is attached to an old area connector or the like. Until the analysis is complete and becomes a common technique, its value will not diminish.

"Some of the central ones say the eastern part is the realm of mutants and descendants of biological weapons, but, well, in that sense, all humans in the eastern part are like mutants. Biological monsters are right, and you can't be wrong."

Akira slightly distorts her expression. Distributions on Slam Street have been offset against the cost of the trial. It's just something that hasn't completely removed the risk of mutation in that hand. Akira has eaten it on a daily basis. There is also a fear of unconscious mutations to the extent that they do not die.

"There are quite a few hunters in the history of war who are a bit strange in their physical abilities, but they don't even have to go with Superman. Maybe they've been built up in daily combat to reach close quarters. Well, most of them die before they get there, or they modify it with analyzed physical enhancement technology, and they lose the meta-human qualities they still haven't figured out. So the number of supermen in that hand is really small. I personally wouldn't recommend going for Superman in training."

"I'm not gonna do that, either."

"I guess so. Personally, a physical modification procedure is recommended. What do you say we do this for a second? I can't cover the insurance, but the cost of the treatment is now considerably cheaper due to the cost of the trial and offsetting it..."

Akira clearly says no.

"I don't like it."

The palm unfortunately pounds his tongue lightly.

"You don't have to hate me that much. It's okay. I've got some security checks, too."

"Check it out completely, not slightly."

"Hunters are at risk of death, aren't they? It shouldn't be a huge risk if we take into account the risk of dying in the ruins of the old world. I think it's a cheap risk if you think you have a good chance of getting strong flesh."

"I don't like it."

The palm exhales.

"Why does everyone hate you so much? I also complain about the appearance here that it stinks of something. Isn't there someone who can keep up with the taste of this old world?"

Akira reminds me of the look of the clinic. They said that was an old world-style outfit. Somehow I felt like I could tell, but I find myself smelling more of an incomprehensible walrus than making me imagine the high technology of the old world. I guess they all do. Akira somehow thought so.

A palm after Akira's examination tells the diagnosis.

"The injury (injury) will be fine as long as it remains at rest for the time being. However, the number of residual nanomachines is still quite high. Take it because I'll give you the antidote. I can buy it elsewhere, but if you want to buy it from me, it's a little expensive for my insurance, but I'll keep the cost of my checkup included. 10,000 aurums if it's just for checkups. A hundred thousand aurum if it's filled with antidote."

"Removal medication included, please"

"Every time."

Cheryl came back saying Akira was paying for the palm. Cheryl thanked the palm again before leaving the clinic with Akira.

After Akira and the others left, the palm shrugged.

"I have traces of using a pile of expensive recovery pills. He must be making a lot of money. It doesn't matter how much money you have for research. I'm talking about Cheryl's lover, and I don't know if I can manage to pull the money out of that one. … think about it for a moment"

The palm is a good enough figure. If it's true, it's saving many lives that are supposed to die. But the good intentions are not only. The primary reason for opening a clinic in Slam Street is that it is easy to try, even if it is somewhat unscrupulous (much-needed) if you have no money, or risky behavior that would otherwise require you to pay for an expensive trial. Few more complain even when they die. It's a convenient place for researchers who don't hate some sacrifice to save more lives.

In order to obtain significant research funding and achieve better results, the palm continued his ideas as he roared.

Akira, who sent Cheryl to base, is on her way home. Ask Alpha what she somehow cared about along the way.

"Hey Alpha. I'm talking about that meta-human, you think it's possible for me, too?

Alpha laughs and answers.

'If it's possible. But the odds are not realistic enough to change Akira's training with that in mind. "

Akira answers with a little shame.

'Right. Well, you do.'

"You don't have to beat up a tank with your bare hands, do you? Dress in fortified clothes and beat him up if you have to."

'That's right, but can you do it?

"It depends on the performance of the enhanced garment. Let's hope Sizka finds us an excavation '

'Right. Let's do that.'

Akira left as she inflated her expectations for new fortified clothing.

Late at night. One truck stops (and) in the wilderness close to the lower section of the city of Kugamayama. Two women stand in front of the door at the rear of the carrier. It's Carol and Viola.

Viola dresses normally in non-combat clothing. But Carol was dressed well in combat gear.

Carol's outfit is heavier than when she met Akira during the day. Firmly dressed in reinforced clothing and equipped with portable heavy firearms. They are armed when they search for ruins. It is close to the city, albeit in the wilderness at night, and not the firepower you will need where there are two. unless you know beforehand that you may need that fighting power.

Ask Viola as Carol continues to be on perimeter alert, including enemies by information-gathering equipment.

"Isn't it time for an appointment?

"It's about time, but I still have a few more."

"No response to the wide-area map of the information-gathering equipment either. Can we get this far in the rest of the time? I'll tell you what, if they're late for a deal, I'll go home. I don't care who or what Viola deals with, but I'm sorry to get caught up in this mess with someone who can't keep the time of the deal."

Those who fail to keep the time of the transaction do not have enough credit or ability to close the deal. Dealing with such opponents is dangerous. That's what Carol thinks.

Viola answers with a look for business.

"I'll wait till time. It is the other party, not me, who defies the deal. That's what I'm saying."

Viola laughs lightly and talks.

"... change the story, is Carol's next prey, that Akira kid?

Carol answers with an invincible laugh.

"Sorry about the prey. Say pioneering good customers."

"Carol doesn't have any control over a kid like that. Did you even change your purpose? Or did you even feel amazing about her?

"Age doesn't matter to hunters. You could understand Akira's strength in dealing with that raider, even in Viola, right? It's not futuristic. It's Akira's strength now."

Based on Carol's story and attitude, Viola decided she wasn't after Akira because she was distracted. Based on that, I would suggest a little idea before trying it out.

"If age doesn't matter, aren't hunters looking for the katsuya we're talking about better? That talking kid should have been about the same age as Akira. He's made some fancy money from that Mihazono City ruin incident, and he's got a glimpse from the city. Even Drunkham's fear of his prowess caused Drunkham's civil strife by forming an anti-katsua. His strength is impeccable. Besides, he likes the Katsuya Harlem Squad well enough to lead the squad. Carol would've put enough in there, wouldn't she? Money earned by talented (overflowing) powerful people who cut lives. I think it's Carol's favorite category."

Viola has some idea of Carol's preferences. Viola tried to induce Carol to be more interested in Katsuya than Akira.

But Carol's reply is not Fang (Kanba).

"Oh, that one. That's a little..."

"Oh, you're not sure to cage Katsuya? Did you get rust on your proud technology to crash a man?

Viola tries a little provocation, but there's no change in Carol's attitude.

"I'm confident I'll be caged. But that's a little bit."

…… What do you mean? "

"I listened to him on that topic and watched how they were doing when I walked into Drancam's facility on a little errand, and I kind of don't want to get involved with that one. The Katsuya Harlem Squad Viola just talked about, but when I cage him, they really feel like they're coming to kill me."

Viola asks a little strangely.

"If Katsuya herself, I don't see how she could do Carol to the people around her. It's a bunch of ants swarming with sugar called katsuya, right? Don't worry about it and crush it."

"If it's just a bunch of ants.... That's a little different. If you insist, yes, that's a believer."

"Believers?"

"Yes. Believers. Well, I wouldn't say everyone does. I guess the number keeps increasing when you leave it alone. As Viola said, enough to cause a civil conflict in Drancam. Perhaps it's only a matter of time before Drancam is taken over. I'm sorry I got caught up in all this emerging religion and died."

Carol answered that reluctantly. Carol also tolerates death more than the average person because she runs a hunter business, but she still wants to choose her own cause of death. I don't want to be chased around by fanatics like suicide bombers.

"Isn't that what Ning is after, Viola? You're good at sticking with those people, aren't you?

"I'll think about it."

Viola answered so vaguely with an illegible smile (cheeks) on her back.

Carol confirms the time. I have one minute left until the promised time. Carol's information-gathering equipment doesn't have any reaction to anyone approaching either. Carol whines.

"I knew you wouldn't come. That was a waste of bones......!?

A sudden reaction appeared to Carol's information-gathering equipment. Carol reacts surprisingly and quickly, pointing the gun in the direction of the intelligence-gathering device's reaction while sheltering Viola.

At some point at the end of the gunpoint, one man stood where no one was supposed to be.

He's a cyborg man with a metal protruding head who can tell at a glance he's not a biological person. The man is wearing a black coat that covers his entire body. Even if you know you are there, it is difficult to grasp the presence by mixing it with the dark night (Yami).

A man slowly approaches Carol and the others. He had a cash storage case that looked sturdy in his hand.

I guess this guy is Viola's dealer. Carol hesitated a little, but lowered the gun he was pointing at the man.

Even while Carol was pointing a gun at the man, the man was approaching Carol and the others without showing them how he had moved at all.

Carol lowered her gun but talks to the man without releasing her alert.

"I hope you don't imitate me in a camouflage state?

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to stand out. I want you to deduce from doing business in a place like this at this hour. You solved the camo at a distance that you could react to. I want you to take a big look."

Actually, the man was here before Carol and the others. He kept his camouflage and lurked.

A man comes to the front of the viola. Then I put the cash storage case on the ground and opened the case so that Viola and the others could see the contents. Inside the cash storage case, a bundle of bills was packed to the limit of capacity.

A man tells Viola.

"Check it out. Where's your stuff?

Viola answers by pointing to the truck behind her.

"It's in the carriage. Please make sure it's open."

The man opened the rear door of the truck carrier and went inside, leaving a large cash storage case full of cash. Inside the carrier was a carcass bag for five people filled with contents. It's the bodies of the raiders killed by Akira after raiding Cheryl and his men's strongholds. A man opens the body bag and checks the contents.

Outside the truck, Viola confirms a bunch of bills. Carol talks to Viola in surprise.

"... does reselling corpses make that much money (already)?

"Come on?"

"Well, it was Viola who got this deal together, wasn't it?

"I've never had a deal like this before, either. I don't even know why he's paying that corpse so much."

Does Viola really not know or is she just in a trance? Carol doesn't know that. But considering both possibilities, even making the latter judgment from his relationship with Viola, he kept the relationship to such an extent that he wouldn't ask about the extra.

Viola keeps talking about whether you don't know it or what it means not to.

"I don't even know if the person in the deal is him or them. I don't know what will happen to that body after this. I don't even want to know... but you don't feel compelled to hear from someone who breaks Carol's guard. If it's simply an invisible degree of camouflage, Carol would see through it, wouldn't she?

"Sort of. It's not that colorless fog is thick, and we're not using cheap information-gathering devices that can be misdemonized (sesame seeds) just by simple optical camouflage. It depends on the distance you're at, but even if someone stays still without moving, if you breathe, if your heart is moving, you're hooked on detecting motion in the information-gathering device. A certain amount of performance was on alert with information-gathering equipment. I'm honestly surprised you couldn't spot them at that distance, considering they're camouflage cyborgs."

A man comes off the carrier. Close the door on the carrier and speak to Viola.

"Confirmed. This one is fine. And you?"

There's no problem here either.

So, we have a deal.

"I don't know if I'll have the next opportunity, but I'd like you to make a transfer next time. Carrying this kind of money with you is heavy and hard when you're a weak woman?

"As for this one, I was going to be careful not to leave an obscure history of the source of the deposit on your account. Would you like to switch to a transfer now?

"No. Don't worry"

"Right. Now, if you'll excuse me. As a precaution, I strongly advise you not to follow me."

"Of course. As promised, we won't be moving from here for a while, so take every truck."

When a man gets into the driver's seat of a truck, he drives the truck toward the wilderness, not to the city side. The truck carrying the body of the man and the assailant disappeared straight into the dark night wilderness.

Viola and Carol were silently dropping off the truck running away. Viola exhales loudly around the track completely disappearing. It was a deal for Viola to catch her breath, even though she was pretending to be calm.

Tell Viola that Carol is slightly relieved.

"I don't want to pinch my mouth on Viola's deal, but you can't live long if you keep trading like this, can you?

Viola, who has regained her spare time, talks in a bit of a fun way.

"I don't want Carol Hunter to tell me about the dialogue. I'm the one making these deals in a place like this at this hour, but I'm supposed to be making safer money than hunter operations going to ruins of the old world with my basic life at stake, right?

"So is that."

Hearing the best of Viola's stories, Carol replied with a bitter smile.

Carol and Viola continued to wait for a while on the spot, then drove back to the city in the car Viola was calling for.

The truck carrying the body of the Cyborg man and the assailant was moving through the wilderness temporarily, but stopped the car somewhat away from the city.

A man gets out of the driver's seat and goes inside the truck's carriage. A body bag is thrown out of the carrier leaving it open. A man is throwing himself in the wilderness. A bag of four bodies was thrown into the wilderness like a garbage dump.

The man carries carefully and respectfully only the last remaining body bag. The contents are Zalmo's body. The man was only treating Zalmo specially.

When the man got out of the truck, he started making contact with someone.

"It's me.... Oh, I recovered my comrade.... Oh, no problem. Ask for arrangements for the next body '

It was a call via the functionality of an information terminal built into a man's body, and the voice was never transmitted into the air as voice.