Rebuild World

In the wilderness further east from where Akira and the others are, a man named Tatsukawa is contacting him on an information device. A hunter who was in charge of the area E1173 thinning, also captain of that unit.

"... So you don't need a troop dispatch from here. Roger.... no,... yes. Sorry for the inconvenience.... No, it's this mess. Don't worry. Bye."

Tatsukawa, who hung up the call, turns his face into a face.

"Mercia! Okpalos, dispatch of the bump squad is canceled! Everybody turn that shit around!

A woman named Mercia, Tatsukawa's partner and aide, looks disgusted.

"Er. More now? I was just getting ready to send troops and stuff."

"I don't have any more goals to send. Area E1168 thinker knocked him down."

Mercia looks surprised as she approaches Tatsukawa.

"It's definitely a Kugamayama city, isn't it? I don't think the hunters around here can defeat Okpalos."

"That city is recruiting high-ranking hunters from another area on favorable terms for the Kuzhara Street ruins. Kibayashi is calling me, too. Maybe the hunter in that hand was assigned to the Kugamayama City."

"Oh. That's the thing. Are you going, too?

"I'm thinking about it.... I don't care about that now! Because it's good! Now! Assign contingent personnel to a shitty search!

"Yes, sir."

Mercia immediately contacted her men to let them know. Blur had also emerged from his men, but there, in addition to Mercia's popular arm, he silenced Tatsukawa by telling him how ill he was in the mood.

"I'm telling you, efficiency hasn't changed much to the extent that we've slightly increased the number of people searching. So I guess you won't find out, will you?

"... that would be better than not doing it nevertheless. I wouldn't be angry if I didn't find anything else."

Tatsukawa exhales heavily so that he becomes aware of and suppresses the irritation.

"So, what's their intel? You must have checked it out, right?

"All the biographical data that was left in the mediator was a sophisticated dummy. Now the line has completely disappeared when a hunter lacking strength joins in just to get his background done. Quite a skilled agent. I don't know where you belong. City, Corporate, Foundationist, or (one) Yes, something else."

"I don't know what that means. What's the point of letting Okpalos run away to the west? That's what we do."

"I don't know. Harassment of us. The aftermath of the struggle for large-distribution-related jobs. Increase in the asking price. I can think of a lot of things. Speaking of which, there were ruins of Kuzhara Street in the direction where Okpalos escaped. Maybe that tangle."

"Why would there be any Kuzsuhara Street ruins involved?

"You have a discerning governing personality over there, don't you? Kugamayama cities are monopolized now, but other cities should also want to make contact and negotiate a lot. But the route along the way is also difficult to send people because Kugamayama City's troops are completely sealed off. Send powerful monsters into that blockade, make a scene, and send negotiating personnel into that mess, or what? Sending monsters into the ruins of another city's territory would trigger an inter-city war if exposed. So I smashed it a little, I don't know. What do you say?"

Tatsukawa flushed without daring to (ah) touch because he knew it would be troublesome to deny once and for all after many years of dating, even though he didn't think it was in the boulder (just) to the anticipation without Mercia's thumping.

"... well, anything is good. It doesn't matter where those shits are or what their purpose was, it doesn't make any difference that they put mud on my job. Let it be dropped. Mercia. Hang the prize money on them based on the information we know. 100 million per person. No, 200 million aurum."

"Copy that. I'll do it. Oh, I'll take the money out of your purse."

"Uh. It's about our credibility. It would be good with a common team purse."

"No, I don't have that kind of money in your purse."

Tatsukawa pounds his tongue.

"Then lower the prize money to 20 million"

"I'll take care of the process, but it's not about getting it out of your purse."

"... I get it. Just do it from my purse."

"I wish I'd stopped hanging my bounty. That much?

"You can't pull there."

"Stubborn."

Mercia had a fun bitter smile when she saw the attitude of her partner, who looked even a little childish.

It was a coincidence that Akira defeated Okpalos. But until then, it was no coincidence.

Elio is solidifying in the dining room where he is based. At the end of that gaze was a bunch of bills. A total of 3 million aurum. This is the reward for your last request for a discount.

The postprocessing of the thinning request has already been completed. Akira has already received additional points from Hikaru according to the base reward and crusade details of the request for a deduction. Also, all the artifacts brought back by the others have been replaced with gold in the form that Cheryl's inmate party buys. The remainder, which deducted the overall expenses from this total, was divided into four equal portions in Akira, Elena, Sarah and Cheryl.

Cheryl then coordinated the distribution of the compensation received with viola, corbe and airline sales. And we allocated the bulk of our share of the party's expenses. The cost of purchasing a comprehensive support system, which is now in the form of a loan as a commodity monitor, as well as maintenance and additions such as guns and fortified clothing, are not enough gold. Because of this, the amount of money paid to Elio and the others this time was negligible, given the total amount of the discount reward.

But still, for Elio, his hands are trembling. A flat amount of 1 million aurum has also been paid in cash to other participants. Ellio and the others opened an account together when they completed the hunter registration, so they could also receive it by wire transfer. But by Cheryl, who aimed for visual effects, all the participants were gathered in the dining room and handed over, one at a time, in a bundle of bills. For this reason, there were many people in the dining room who looked suspicious with a bunch of bills.

Alicia sits next to Ellio, who is in full swing. Alicia also has many opportunities to treat large sums of money as a clerical executive. He had already gained resistance to the bundle of bills and showed calm as opposed to the hastily fumbling Elio.

Elio lets a bunch of bills and Alicia wander his gaze.

"A, Alicia. Do you have something you want?

"… Elio's safety, I guess"

Elio was surprised by her lover's unexpected response, and after settling down a little, she looked suspicious. Alicia continues in a quiet tone.

"If you use all of this, you can buy three boxes of that healing pill and it's gone."

"Well, that must be a lot of money, isn't it? At least we have a lot of money."

While Elio replied so, he was aware that the value of three million aurums had dropped gawdly within him. Putting a bunch of bills piled on the table in sight did not create the same cruel (horrible) upset anymore.

Alicia keeps staring at Ellio after she confirms that her lover's sense of money has changed as she intended.

"Yeah. A lot of money. But I don't think Elio would risk his life. If you participate in Akira's request, you will get the same amount again, so stop trying (yah) for this amount of money. I know I can't refuse to participate because my boss instructed me to, but try harder to come back alive than to reward you."

"Oh. Of course!

Alicia laughed the same way back to Elio, who laughed so powerfully.

"So, since Elio earned the money, I think you can use it for Elio's taste, but if you can, I want you to use it for Elio's safety. Not long ago, no one could have gotten to us, but lately there have been many new arrivals in Slam Street in a major distribution. Normally, you know what happens when a kid with three million aurums walks through a slum street?

"So is that. Well, I think I'm okay with that fortified suit when I'm on security."

"I can't use it when it's for personal use. Because it's party equipment. If you use it on your own, if you do poorly, you will be kicked out of the prison party. You can buy your own gear from Mr. Katsuragi, or you can rent your gear, including fortified clothing. I have a hand in investing in a prison party. You'll remember the boss better, and you can always borrow your gear instead of investing, or I can negotiate with the boss. If they tell me I'm not investing enough, I'll get a little bit out of me and do something about it."

"Hmm. That's certainly good, too. What to do......"

Seeing Elio begin to consider his story positively, Alicia was relieved (mostly) in many ways inside.

That Elio, his lover, has returned safely and safely accompanied Akira in her request, which he considers to be definitely the lunatic side. that he was exceptionally reduced to the risk of being floated and ruined by the excess of money in his hands. And although it was a little personal, I was relieved (mostly) that my lover had less fear of spending money on other women, even though I thought it was bad.

Carol is supposed to have a deal with Cheryl and the others and not a hand in holding her in the Jailed Party for once. But there is a way out. Carol takes it if she insists that she doesn't have a lover, or if she says she's broken up.

The inmate girls knew about it and tried and missed to keep their lovers and one-sided opponents from getting their hands on Carol.

Akira lived a week apart with Elena and the others to go monster thinning. Akira herself could have carried out daily if not major injuries. But when you procure ammunition through Sizka's store, it takes a lot of time to pick up what Akira needs right now, even with a full advance. In addition, Elena's tiredness and equipment maintenance time made it impossible to reduce the interval any further.

Akira could try to get out into the wilderness if she had time. Some parts of Sizka and Elena, who thought so, were using them as an excuse to stop Akira. For this reason, even if Hikaru urged Akira to reduce the implementation interval somewhat, it did not decrease.

One day in those days, Sikarabe contacted me when Akira trained with Alpha in the empty garage of her home to continue her miserable defeat, as usual. I'd like to meet you straight away and have a little talk if I can get some time. Sikarabe was making me feel something serious in a tone that I couldn't do. Akira took it on with a little wonder.

The downtown area of the night was still showing the same buzz today. Many hunters walk dressed as they return from the wilderness trying to turn today's earnings into booze and women for fun.

Akira was also crossing them and walking towards the desired tavern. However, after a short walk, he feels uncomfortable and changes his expression to something surprising, which reinforces his confusion a little by realizing the identity of the discomfort around the walk a little more.

"Alpha. Me, I knew I was subtly avoided, right?

'I can't help it to some extent.' Cause it's like walking around showing off expensive gear. '

Akira wears two (2) LEO compound guns in CA31R reinforced clothing. We can't help but dress up as the hunters who have recently become familiar with us and who were more active on the east side. Even if you don't know the exact price of the equipment, you can tell right away from the viewer that it is a high performance piece of equipment that is quite off the standard of the Kugamayama city. I can also imagine Hunter Rank and Strength from there.

There are also many drunks in downtown. Some of the high-ranking hunters that have moved from the margins (approx.) are looking down at hunters in Kugamayama cities. If they were not to be ascribed the cause, they were distancing themselves from Akira.

"... do you want to buy a coat that can be well woven with wings? There must have been a defensive coat in the fortified clothing option.... No, does that make any sense?

"I think it's better to weave a cheap coat and sell a fight." Even thanks to your gear, you should get used to it now, thinking that you can see it gradually. '

"Are you used to it? Right. It's better than getting tangled up. I have plans to turn it into better gear, and get used to it by now. '

I'd rather be avoided than kicked. When Akira changed her mind, she stopped worrying about it. I didn't realize another reason the hunters distanced me because of that.

By accepting his strength, Akira's mood was undergoing subtle changes. It also had an impact on his impression and had transformed Akira from a mine that was buried into a mine that was exposed. It was only natural for those who did not want to step on mines to avoid being near them.

Akira, who arrived at the liquor store she had visited before, was guided today by the manager to the waiting seat of Sikarabe without being told that the kid could go home. The manager told Shikarabe to go back just with her gaze, and she immediately went back.

I'm not in a bad mood. But it's not a cheerful drinking atmosphere. I can't feel the seriousness of my thoughts, but I'm devising some choice. Sicarabe had such a quiet and complex atmosphere.

"Are you here? Sorry to call you on my story, but you're behind me. Finish talking to Arabe first."

"It's been a while. Please, take a seat."

"Oh, yes."

Akira sat in her seat, although a little confused. Shikarabe puts a glass on her mouth and looks at Akira with a light observation.

"The booze... you don't drink, do you? Well, I have all the non-Al's, and I'll have the payment this way. Ask them to do the right thing. This isn't the kind of place to call a Rank 50 hunter, but Drancam has a tight budget. He won't talk to me upstairs in Cugamaville. Hey, Arabe."

"Oh, well, that's the thing"

"That's fine..."

Akira listens from the Arabe even though she is a little crazy about how Shikarabe is doing. And he looks surprised when he asks for an overview. To sum up, the content was that Drancam also wanted to be involved in the request for a discount he was receiving from Hikaru.

Arabe also sees Akira with a subtle face and puts in a slightly awkward supplement.

"No, I don't know about this story, even as a drancum. In other words, the city asked for a euphemism, and I couldn't ignore it as a drancum. Indeed, Drunkham and Mr. Akira established a settlement between them, even via the Hunter's Office. So there won't be any problems, I can't argue with you if you say so... I thought Akira was talking to you from the city, but I don't think so."

"I don't think we had that conversation......, wait a minute"

Akira tried to keep in touch with her floating thoughts. Hikaru. She immediately wanted to connect, so she explained the situation lightly and returned that she knew the other side.

"Look, when we talked about the spacing of the request for a deduction before, you said that the means of movement and auxiliary combat personnel and ammunition replenishment were bottlenecks, and if that could be eliminated, you wanted to implement them every day, right? You might have told me that if you had a good solution, right?

"... Was I? Like I said...... but like I just said somehow in the course of the story...... I didn't mean to ask for anything..."

"Did I tell you? Well, there might have been a difference in the nuances around there. And that's why I asked him to speak up where he might be able to solve it."

"Even to Drancam?

"Not directly, though. I asked my men and colleagues to do it, so I think Drancam had a voice on the path from there. Oh, I'm sorry if it's an extra imitation. I'm not going to force Akira to do it, so if it's annoying, don't hesitate to say no. Tell them that there are no penalties or anything because Akira said no to Drancam. And if you have trouble negotiating with Drancam, throw it at me. I'll do it instead."

"Okay. Yeah, I didn't think it was an extra imitation. Because it was a little unexpected. That's all."

"It would have been nice if they hadn't hated me for some weird misunderstanding. Call me whenever you need anything. Bye."

When Akira finished her conversation with Hikaru, she briefed Arabe lightly on the situation.

"... that's why the city side doesn't seem to force Drancam to either. Uh, so you're saying this story went through, is that good?

"Uh, to be honest, if there is no separation between you and Mr. Akira as a dranckham, I would definitely like to move forward. Since the work involved in the development of transport routes for large distribution is fruitful and yields sufficient foil (solder). Of course (of course), we promise to exercise caution in coordinating personnel."

"Oh, really? Hmm."

Akira begins to worry. I settled with Drancam until via the hunter's office, so I wonder if it would be weird to say no. With more power, the job will be easier and Elena and the others will be less burdened. It also reduces the risk of burdening Sizka with the procurement of ammunition, etc. It's not a bad story.

But there is also a great deal of feeling that I find the negotiation of the organizational counterpart annoying. Unlike Elena, who can expect a proper distribution, or Cheryl, who can push the distribution that Akira decided on. There are quite a few other parts that I find cumbersome, such as guaranteeing personnel and adjusting the system of instructions.

Akira, who became a lot of trouble after suffering temporarily, decided to sweeten Hikaru's words already. When he contacted Hikaru again and communicated his brief request, he threw Hikaru the negotiations he had with Drankum since then. When Hikaru undertook in a superior mood, he stayed in touch with Arabe to take over the negotiations.

With Arabe's negotiating destination switched to Hikaru, Akira decides that her story with Arabe was once and for all separated and faces Sikarabe again.

"So, what's the story with Sikarabe?

"Is that my story... It's like it's over..."

"It's over, I wouldn't have told you anything yet. Just call me. What the hell is that? What was that for?

Seeing Akira, who was surprised (a lot), Shikarabe emptied the glass somewhat sentimentally.

"... right. I went out of my way to fit. Shall we talk about it? Somehow, I wanted to make adjustments to the survey. No, the confirmation is closer..."

"So what is it?"

"It's a little long to talk to the process, but let's talk about it as a courtesy we called in. Listen if you're interested. If you don't like it, you can just eat and go home."

Akira took a slightly dissatisfied attitude but listened. Sicarabe added booze to the glass and took a sip before starting to talk.

After Katsuya's death, Drankam had a lot of changes. The Katya faction virtually vanished. That drastically changed the forces in Drancam. But neither the executives nor the terminals were busily killed at the end of the aftermath of the effects of Katsuya's death, and there were no force fights, etc.

Excessive preferences for young hunters have disappeared. Thanks to the re-joining of Drunkam by Clothawa and others who left in rebellion against that system, the filling of holes in requests that Katsuya was supposed to execute could be dealt with relatively. However, there was nothing I could do about designating Katsuya individuals as long-term contracts, which caused significant damage as unilateral contract breakdowns due to the responsibility of Drankam's side. No more support from Yanagisawa, and Drancam's state of business deteriorated considerably.

"The clerks had long, unscrupulous contracts. The guys on track are virtually out of legs. Still, I'm not happy about it. Neither did we stop that long-term deal when it was impossible for boulders. The clerical guys had heads saying," Why did you pass such a contract yourself now if you think about it? "But I made the same decision around there. Katsuya doesn't die, she grows everywhere. Me and them all thought the same unconsciously."

Sicarabe pours the liquor into the empty glass, exhales loudly to exhale what was hoarding inside, and carries the liquor into her mouth instead.

"He had enough talent to make us think so. Let the emotions directed at him be favorable. Let it be disgusting, there was something so powerful that it fancied everyone that it wasn't like a normal hunter. Until then, if you say so, but he's still dead. When you die, you die, just like a natural hunter. So the enthusiasm disappeared. Me and everybody gave me back."

Sikarabe turned her gaze slightly upwards so that she could think in the past.

"I hated him. No, I still hate it, but not as much as before. He just hates it as much as a busy, obnoxious kid. I still don't know why you hated him so much. Well, maybe he's unconsciously jealous of his overflowing talent, and he just lost that jealousy because he's dead."

Digging up memories of each other doesn't cause the same disgust as it once did. Sikarabe was slightly more sentimental about it.

"Let's get back to it. I mean, my guess is that he's an amazing one, and he's the one who doesn't die. And I'm sorry to say this, but he said you weren't a big one, you'd die in it. But the result was the opposite. He died, and you survived to rank 50 at that age. I want to mourn how much I can't guess."

For hunters like Sikarabe who risk their lives on their own questioning, questioning their own questioning is an important matter that also leads to their denial. That's also why I called Akira today. The weight of its meaning is so heavy that it cannot be read from Sikarabe's superficial attitude.

"So. If I calm down, abandon my preconceptions, judge you once again just by looking at you, and still you seem like only a hundred of them there, then I just have to decide that my account has been wasted so much that I can't help it anymore. That's why I called you. And I've already confirmed that. That's what I mean."

"So, what's the result of the confirmation?

Shikarabe laughs a little deeper at Akira, who seems a little intrigued.

"You don't think I'm close enough to you to teach you that. Well, let's just say I stopped cutting my head off for nothing."

"Right."

About half of Sikarabe replied with a slight laugh, as did Akira.

Shikarabe drinks, Akira cooks, and the chatter continues for a while. He asks if the cigarabe that has been spinning around the alcohol is a little obnoxious.

"Still, you beat Katsuya a lot. No, I don't mean to belittle your prowess, but Katsuya was in the army and you were alone, right? I feel a little impossible considering the difference in power. How did you win this thing? Did Katsuya make too many mistakes? Or did you succeed in the ambush?

"... both. I'll skip the details and explanations, but he died protecting his people at the end of the day. So I won. If he'd dumped his people and pawned them, I'd be dead."

Zero (spill) bitter laughter that makes Sikarabe look a little lonely.

"... well. It was like taking your people to a dead place on track to the end, but still, did you get through quite a bit? Well, that's the way he died."

"Is that what you've been doing for a long time?

"Sort of.... Now that I think about it, he should have been a leader of about a few troops, satisfied with his position as captain, a force large enough to save the fellow he leads with just his hard work. That would have reduced the number of dead people. Well, it was Drancum who pushed him up to a higher position. Is it harsh to blame there? He's been..."

Akira was still hanging out with some lonely fool in Shikarabe.

On the way home from the tavern, ask Shikarabe that Arabe cared.

"Hey, speaking of which, how did your reckoning rate Akira?

"Hey, you hear that?

"Isn't that good? It's me and you, isn't it?

Arabe was listening lightly. But Shikarabe turns her expression into something a little more serious.

"Right. I'll tell you before you think about anything weird. It's crazy. That's my assessment of Akira now."

"That's a pretty spicy assessment. Doesn't that mean you're weak?

"If you rate it with gear, you're definitely stronger than me. Five minutes of rigorous equipment. But more than its strength, it means that the crazy part catches my eye. Crazy personality and crazy behavior are essential to blossoming crazy talent. You know Kibayashi? Akira has accomplished his favorite recklessness many times. That means I keep winning by risking all my money and my life every time. I'm determined to be strong. Why did I judge him to be only a normal person..."

Seeing Shikarabe holding her head lightly, Arabe completely abandoned the idea of drawing Akira into Drancam. Sikarabe realizes that after all these years of dating.

"I think that's a good idea. If I put him in Drancam, he could even fit all his bets into Drancam. Stop. He's not going to fill a hole in a razor."

"Okay. That's what I'll tell the others."

"... hey, is there another one who thinks about that?

Right there.

When he saw the sicarabe, who gasped and exhaled like a fool, the arabe gave zero (spilled) bitterness.