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The day after spending the night at the hotel, Ning people woke up early in the morning and finished clearing for both of them, taking a taxi to the meeting place with Tsurgi.

I have an important meeting today. Ninja's return to Japan was justified by the presence of only top Metallica executives to discuss next management strategies, policies, etc.

I really wanted to leave the hotel after saying hello to Maki, but I also needed time to have a meeting with Tsurgi before the meeting, and I had to leave the hotel early to do so.

The meeting place is Beach Park. I could have done it within Metallica HQ, but I don't know who would ask. There was a desire to be thorough in exchanging information with Tsurgi, a subordinate of the abdominal heart, who dared to choose the less popular early morning park.

He was a Ning who got to Beach Park about ten minutes earlier than he promised, but soon discovered his nostalgic face.

The man, sitting on the bench, spraying a cigarette with his bitter face and looking out at the sea, looked well suited to the cold air and sea breeze of the early morning.

"Boss. That was fast, wasn't it? I could have been more non virile. I was hoping to hear from you about the time change..."

Tsurugi, who noticed the Ning, tried to put the cigarette in the ashtray, but the Ning stop it.

"Fine. Keep smoking. That's a hiccup. Tsurgi."

"Yeah. Long time no see. The battle in the US, it was brilliant. That's my prospective man."

"You look like you dropped a lot. You can count on me. Not at all. By the way, has the hangover healed yet?

When Ning asks him that, he throws the can of coffee he was buying and gives it to him. Tsurgi caught the coffee with one hand without turning a gaze.

"Hangover?... Oh, it's not a problem anymore. By the way, where's Maki?

"Oh, hey, I drank too much yesterday. I took another room at my hotel. Maybe he's still asleep."

"... Really?"

Tsurgi sighed when he answered that.

"What the hell. What's wrong with you?

"No, nothing."

That concludes the foreword on the subject. The conversation between the master and his subordinate, who had not met again in about six months, was even simpler. You can talk about piling up when you're drinking.

Two people running together on the same road. Because even if we're fighting in different places, we know we've been running at each other's best.

"Well, let's go over the final confirmation of our proposal at the M-Conference."

I've been packing it for a long time now. That's the confirmation today. The truth is that my new name has been added to this idea from the middle of nowhere, and I almost wanted him to be here if I could, but for the convenience of leaving Crimson to him, I didn't either.

The meeting between Ning and Tsurgi ended in half an hour.

There is no obstacle to the planned plan, and that is more than natural that everything is going well so far. There are no changes. Today we move on to the next step, and that hasn't changed.

Ning people who join the Metallica headquarters with Tsurgi. It's almost time for a meeting. Go through an area where only executive officers are allowed to enter, and further back, to the block where only M conference participants are allowed to enter. Tsurugi is scheduled to accompany him until critical. I don't think so, but I was prepared in the unlikely event that someone would interfere with this situation.

Such obstruction did not result, but instead, General Lars joined together on the way to say to Tsurgi, who is evaluating his war history and prowess, 'Are you not going to be my direct report? After saying, "You're better off than you are now," Tsurgi called this, "There's only one master of mine. I'm not going to saddle you, though,' he said overnight. I was made hysterical by this, but Lars laughed lavishly and didn't seem to care.

In such an act, the Ning people, who were rather nervous or something, took their seats at the M meeting as usual.

There was only a place where the most important meetings would take place, and the indoors were wrapped in heavy air.

The majestic floor, ceiling, is elephant with steel wing relief, a symbol of Metallica. The pitch-black table is glowing and a large monitor is installed on the wall.

And there are five seats available.

Evil organization Metallica, five at its apex. Four people were already seated.

Managing Director of Metallica, Ning Komori.

The same Managing Director, Lars.

VP of the company, Headfield

Hammett, the company's advisor.

General Lavish of Destruction, Mad Genius Scientist, Know All About Darkness.

Three non-Nings with their respective aliases.

If you're a regular person, and if you're an old Ning, you're a horrible face to remember the chill just because you're here, but the Ning people were still flat on this occasion today. Or maybe that's because he himself became enough to be called the 'evil charisma' again.

Ning people waited for the time to come. Coming. Coming.

A man in the place where the Nings aspire. A man at the top of the evil. What is it like?

Finally, show up before me. Come on, come on.

I made up my mind. But things showed unexpected developments.

"... so it's time. We're supposed to start a meeting."

Counsellor Hammett opened his mouth.

There are still empty seats. I haven't come. Fujiro Blackmore has not revealed himself, the leader said. Why? Isn't this meeting what sets the top policy? It's impossible to do it without a leader.

But neither Lars nor Headfield have any particular objections.

Ning raised his voice in confusion.

"Please wait. What about the chief? Aren't you supposed to be here?

To the words of the Nings, the executives gave their respective expressions. Hammett had something in mind, the headfield was frightened, and Lars had a strange look on his face.

There was a silence of sorrows, and Lars answered.

Fujiro's not coming.

He also closed his eyes and squeezed his teeth.

"What do you mean?

The indoors were silenced again, but this time Hammett opened his mouth.

"Hmm. Shall we talk from the eagle then? I decided to tell you. [M] You must know that you will be attending this meeting.... If you hear this, you won't be able to go back. Are you ready for this?

The gaze and words of this old man have not changed since that time when he tried to find out to determine the inner surface of the Ning in the interview. But let me tell you something, Ning, it's a stupid question.

You think you're ready? You're asking me that now? Such a thing is made. Without it, I couldn't have come up this far. So.

"Of course it is. Let me hear it."

The Ning man stared back into Hammett's deep and dark eyes and replied so.

"Fine. Well, then, yes. Let's conclude. The leader of Metallica... Fujiro is already dead eight years ago"

"... what?

For a moment, I didn't know what it meant.

And think repeatedly. Dead? The leader of Metallica? Dead?

Various questions run around.

So who is now in charge of Metallica? Why did he die? If you are dead, why is that fact unknown in Metallica? It's like in a history textbook. If he's dead, the world should already have it as common sense. Nonetheless, the leader of Metallica, Fujiro, still makes himself the emperor of evil and makes his name heard.

What was Fujiro Blackmore like in the first place? Who the hell is the leader that Hammett calls upon and Lars calls away?

On the other hand, some parts are convincing.

Even the Ning people who have gone so far have never seen a leader. So much so that I used to think of Hammett as a leader. If you're not already in the world, I can understand that, too. But.

Why is that?

It's hard to think that way. In the first place, how was an organization called Metallica born? Why did you come to possess the power of today?

The man who created and expanded an evil large organization called Metallica in just a generation. A man who made the concept of an evil organization a reality and made the world aware of the existence of paranormal powers. A man who continued to be the biggest enemy to heroes named Rox, who appeared afterwards. A man named Fujijiro who could follow an unrivalled extravaganza or a genius scientist, Headfield. The Metallica he created set up the conquest of the world. With that in mind, organizations and individuals of various powers appeared in the world and chanted the hegemony of evil. And the heroes who stood up to it also showed up.

In the 22nd century, the world where evil organizations and heroes became reality, the man who began building that world. Fujiro Blackmore, who is he?

That's something Ning people have been concerned about for a long time. I thought I'd find out the answer today. But that seemed a mistake.

All I know for sure is that a man named Fujiro Blackmore was a deviant figure. Naturally. What he has done is not something ordinary people can do.

But he's dead.

"What do you mean? The chief is already dead? Why?"

The Ning people kept their mundane questions in their mouths. Other than that, I couldn't.

Wait a while for an answer. If they believe Hammett's words, they should tell the Ning people the truth from now on.

"... Komori. It'll be a long story."

Lars opened his heavy mouth with his arms together. The headfield also nods at it. Lars would have planned to talk about the essence of Metallica, no, at the time he added all of the executives, Ning people, to the M-Conference.

Of course, there is the influence of the headfield that I was insisting on, but I guess Lars and Hammett had built on their power as purely Ning villains and came to that decision.

Regardless, the Ning are not lost. To the top of Metallica, challenge the world. That is no longer a certainty. It won't change, and I'm not going to.

"I don't mind. I want to know everything."

So the Ning answered Lars, in serious terms.

"... okay. Okay, let's talk from the eagle.... of where I talked from.... Komori, do you know these words?" Evil will surely perish, "Fujiro challenged the word and the world. of his own desire, and of his own malice."

Metallica Consultant, Hammett, began to talk to Potspots.

Forty-five years ago now, a boy was born. He was born between an American father and a Japanese mother.

The boy's family was not blessed by any means. father was ill shortly after the boy was born

became, couldn't pay for the treatment, died debilitated, the mother then remarried immediately. And soon divorce.

The mother looked objectively and was not a 'good mother'. He had one relationship after another with several men and did not turn back the boy who was a toddler. I used to stand in the city for money.

For a slum-born mother, the only way to live was to do so.

The life of the parents and children was that. The same was true of the life of a boy who was a young child at the time. I can only imagine this, but perhaps the man would have also experienced something close to toddler abuse.

When the boy was thirteen, his mother died of illness. An unfamiliar boy is then forced to live in a slum.

But at one point, the boy was accidentally reunited with a man whose mother had dated once. The man was a man who was an executive of an illegal violent group.

That violent group was not an 'evil organization' as it is today, it was just a violent organization.

The man wanted a soldier in his own way. The boy wanted the means to live.

The boy worked under a man. In other words, as the lower end of a violent organization.

The boy accomplished one feat after another while in that workplace where he was about to die, like fly if blown.

The boy was excellent. Excellent brains, skill in battle forged in slums and, above all, harsh and brutal behavior that no one would have expected. The boy instantly raised his position within the organization.

Unnatural death of organizational executives, destruction of conflicting organizations, collapse of parent organizations. The boy, no, he was a youth in those days, and he got to the top of the violence organization. Only one man named Hammett, who was one of the executives at the time, followed him to the end.

It was him who gained power in the back organization, but he wasn't satisfied with it.

Stronger, stronger. Strong enough not to let anyone say anything. Strong enough to make everything in the world what you think it is. Above all else. Strong and strong enough to yield everything in the world and swing as you wish. Defeat anything that jams. I don't choose the means. Put everything at your feet.

The boy who became a young man, he didn't stop. Since this time, young people have begun to think of the term 'conquest of the world' as realistic.

The youth then met three men.

The first is a man named Headfield, who was an employee of the science lab he was strongly contracting.

Headfield was in an obstructed environment, with the study of the 'evolution of the human body' advocated by himself unacceptable to the Society.

Youth were interested in and inexhaustibly funded headfield research. As a result, headfield research took shape, but was still not recognized by the Society.

Inhumane, that was the prevailing view. Headfield was dissatisfied with the view.

Why do you think so? This guy is always stupid. Why I don't know how great my research is. This study will be the evolution of mankind if it is to be studied. This is the evolution of mankind.

Headfills didn't really think about their contribution to society, but they wanted to see their research create the power that their brains created.

Only the youth acknowledged those thoughts of Headfield. The youth fully supported Headfield in exchange for a monopoly on Headfield's research results.

As a result, the youth acquired the skills to create superman soldiers.

The second man the youth met was a man named Lars.

Lars was strong. Undefeated in underground martial arts, the subject of an illigual bet. Even the wars in which he participated as a mercenary were undefeated. No one beat me. Everyone and he were too weak.

But that's just an individual story. No matter how strong the White Soldiers battle is or how good they are at commanding the army, it is only a combat level or tactical level of force.

Lars, who recognized himself as the strongest individual, wanted the next battlefield.

But there were no more battlefields like that. The world was stable.

I'm strong, I'm strong. Probably the strongest in the world. But there is no more place to wave it. If we go any further, we will strike a force above the realm of samurai, or as military personnel. I don't have the means to fight in that area.

Lars knew that. So while I was frustrated, I couldn't do anything about it.

It was then that the youth met Lars.

The youth offered Lars a place to fight, and the treatment commensurate with it, he said.

Youth challenge is the world. Lars rode the youth. I thought that was the only place to wield this strength.

Lars also underwent headfield remodeling surgery, becoming truly the strongest invincible being and a general who led the youth's army.

The youth gained the strongest force to lead the super soldiers.

The youth exercised their power thoroughly. Destruction and absorption of illegal organisations. Intervention in politics, economy. With the worst power and wielding that power with malice to the point of being unusual, he could not be stopped by anyone.

The youth, Fujiro Blackmore, thus made the organization huge. A long time ago, the 'evil organization' of the world of fiction, or just a joke, was made a reality. And this is how I named the organization.

Metallica.

Ning people listened to Hammett when he spoke of the launch of Metallica. That's a very interesting story. And there must be a continuation to this story.

"... I see. It developed from an illegal organization in Japan, so that's why. General Lars, Professor H., and you have been one of them since then?"

To the words of the Nings, the executives nodded.

Ning is now 25 years old. I guess it's just back and forth when I was born. I know a lot about the rest of it. Then came the emergence of a major Metallic enemy named Dylan, the inauguration of the Guardian, the emergence of numerous "evil organizations" with superordinary powers, just like Metallica, and the Rocks fighting it.

The Ning took a deep breath and threw questions at the core.

"... So, Fujiro, why, did he die?

Ning people were remembering. "Evil, will perish," that Mr. Big said the same thing.

"Uhm.... that was eight years ago when Fujiro attacked a small country in South America..."

"Fujiro, they're pretty shabby. There is no sign of surrender. Looks like Dylan's bastards are cooperating, and it's gonna be a pain in the ass for a long time."

On the occasion of the operational meeting, Lars told Fujiro, who is one another.

"Hmm."

Fujiro takes Lars' word for it and conceives it for a while. The face is not a very human face beyond forty. Fujiro had undergone remodeling surgery to remain young in order to reign long at the top of the world. The figure is even like a boy.

"Forget it. I guess I don't have to surrender. I'm sick and tired of them."

Lars was surprised by Fujiro's words. It was too mild a tone.

This country must definitely be dropped. I don't know that. It's not Fujiro.

Surrendering was supposed to be an absolute necessity both in demonstrating Metallica's power and to serve as a stepping stone for future South American offensives.

But this small country, however this one strikes, will not surrender in any way. Even though they are overwhelmingly inferior in power, they are nevertheless. I felt a strong belief that I would not yield to evil. Lars had respect for those beliefs, even though he thought it was a bad idea.

"... but Fujiro. What are we gonna do? You're temporarily withdrawing?

Lars asked Fujiro for his opinion. Fujiro's ideas and actions always amaze me. Lars, who is supposed to be up there in combat, but he has a glance at Fujiro. Apart from the gratitude you have taken away, I recognize its strength.

Again this time, are you going to take any measures with that clear brains and arms?

Lars waited for Fujiro's words. Fujiro laughed and said this in a normal tone, like, hehe, nothing, like, a sandwich tastes good tuna, right?

"You don't have to surrender."

"... then..."

"You just have to kill me. There's no one left to kill."

Fujiro had a refreshing smile.