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Ninja Komori had never done anything like visit the tomb.

Because thanks to his father who died in prison, there was no such thing as kinship, and no close friends.

So, not to say, the Nings were not familiar with what is commonly known as the practice of visiting graves. I don't know what to prepare, what clothes to wear, that sort of thing.

Find out what you don't know before we go. For once, I was a Ning who thought so, but I remembered the day I was due was near.

Maybe that guy won't be happy about all that formality. Yes, because I thought so.

The Ning do not know if the post-mortem world exists. But if that person's soul is there, I'm sure he'll laugh if I do it right. That's what I felt.

Put on the suit and tighten the tie. The same outfit as when I was working, but unified in black, it also looked like a mourning.

It's just time for the season and the basin. Given that I'm going to lead the slayer, if I'm going to be here, it's the only time.

The shochu he liked. Buy a shochu of rank above one of them and Ning goes where he sleeps.

The place I arrived is a temple, but it's an itchy place for Metallica. It's not in the back of the mountains, it's not in the beautiful hills, it's a secluded temple in the middle of the city.

I'm sure the people who are barbed there are not so-called 'decent' people. That guy, he was one of them.

"... that?

The Ning people diving at the temple gate saw the face they saw standing on the mountain path. He's always a cigarette guy, but he doesn't see anything in his mouth today, and he's wearing a chic dark suit.

"Good morning. Boss."

"Tsurugi.... why are you here?

Tsurgi, a subordinate of the belly of the Ning people. I was with him at work yesterday, and he was the one who drank away at night.

"No, because the case was cleared up in the morning.... I wanted to see you, too. To that man named your benefactor. Sure, I hope so."

Benefactor of the Ning people. When I just joined Metallica, Ning people took care of me, and a senior, middle-aged man, who lost his life in the fight against Dylan. That's the guy who was a Metallica lower end combatant along with him.

"... there's no way you can't. I'm sure you'll be happy. And Mr. Masaka."

The Ning answered with a laugh, surprised by the unexpected condolences.

Busy I'm glad he came, of course, but apart from that, if there really was a ghost or something like that, Mr. Manaka would be introduced to a man named Tsurugi as my man.

I'm sure Nakanaka will be surprised, and Nica will laugh, when she sees the stomach of an amazing arm that is not free of charge.

Ning people laughed because they remembered the smile inside that time.

"Shall we go then? The tomb's like that way."

"Accepted"

With Tsurgi following behind, we take our feet to the front of Mr. Michinaka's grave.

Put your hands together and try to talk in your heart.

It's been a long time, Mr. Maaka. How are you, sir? No, it's weird that you're dead, isn't it?

I... well, I'm not doing very well, but I'm managing.

There has been an abnormality in Ning's body for some time now. Side effects of becoming a modified human, or wear and tear from a harsh streak of warfare? I don't know about that, but the Ning knew they might not be able to live that long.

Um... the sinister, strong looking person on the side is my man Tsurgi.... You're laughing, aren't you? Such an amazing man is my man. Much stronger than me, of course.

There have been a lot of things since then. Thanks to you, I became a Metallica executive... and quit. Now we're starting another organization called Slayer. But I'm definitely going back to Metallica someday. - As Mr. Mitsunaka said to me that day. I'm gonna be walking down the road to the top of Metallica.

Ning people in front of cold graves and telling them how they feel about those who are not there.

Think, if it weren't for the middle, there wouldn't have been a Ning now. So maybe for the world, it's someone who can be described as inspiring the worst man to be born inside.

Still, Ning people are glad to have met him.

……

Looking beside him, Tsurgi put his hands on his chest, drooling his head and praying silently. In Italy, will that be the case when mourning the dead?

"... even if you're not too shy. Uh, yeah. I bought a shochu that Mr. Manaka liked. Uh, can I put this on the headstone?

Tsurgi nodded and answered Ning, who asks questions in as normal a tone as possible.

"Yeah. That's fine.... If I'm under the grave, I just want you to. Boss."

"Oh well. Tsurugi is sake, right? … I'll tell your new name."

"... boss, that is.... No, that's right"

Tsurgi said so and laid his eyes down. Apparently, he's kind of guessing, too.

A few years ago, the Nings and their companions had all gone to the sea, but there was another relationship between them.

"Go ahead, Mr. Nakanaka."

Ning opens the cap of the shochu and pours out its fragrant contents.

"... what was he like?

Unexpectedly, Tsurgi asked.

"Uh... yeah. Right. Somehow, he had a fever."

The first thing that came to Ning's mind was such an answer. I know it's stale, but that was it first. We spent about six months together. That's also as a colleague in the field of bad Metallica combatants.

"Fever? For you, it's a rare expression"

Ning people do not know the details of the middle. I barely know the past, the family, that sort of thing. But I know it's important. That's what I thought.

"Ha. Really? Something. Come on, we haven't been together that long, but you remember a lot of things, me."

"Can I ask you something?"

To the words in between, the Ning closed their eyes. After all, I can still remember.

"... right. All right, Mr. Nakanaka, just one drink at a time."

Once said no, Ning people pour shochu into the glass of pottery they were bringing with them. Because of this, let's drink it.

Myself and Tsurgi. And there's another one here, just trust me now.

"Ning Man, you know, if you're hungry enough to fall, tell me first. You haven't had breakfast, have you?

Even that day, the Nings received special training in the middle. The special training of the two, which began before the simulated battle with Heita, a senior in the General Affairs Division, continues somehow after the Ning defeated Heita.

but today he was a ninja whose limits came and fell.

"... excuse me. This month's salary, you've been cut off quite a bit since the last time... I haven't eaten anything since yesterday"

The Ning man, lying on a simple bench in the rest room of the General Affairs Division, spoke weakly.

"Damn. The combatants of the evil organization are the scabbard... Well, I don't like you."

"Ha... sorry"

"Sometimes you come up with something really weird."

The Ning were a little shrilled by the words in between.

Honestly, when the bad guys got involved before this, the Nings could do something about it.

techniques taught from the middle, and the thinking that comes from it.

For example, I had also come up with a surprisingly cruel and outrageous way to take off my jacket and put it over my opponent's face and hit him, or crack an empty bottle that was rolling nearby and attack him with that fragment. I think if we executed such a despicable way of fighting, we could have won the fight.

But Ning didn't do it. I don't think that means I couldn't. I didn't do it. That's what I felt when I did that, just 'for something I can't give in'.

"... well, maybe that's all right now"

During that time he exhaled small and said blushing.

Now? So, when that happens to me one day, does Mr. Michinaka think?

I was a Ning who questioned him so much, but he was too hungry to even boil down to asking questions.

"Ugh. So, Meshi, shall we go? I'll take care of it."

"Huh? But..."

"That's okay. It's the Oodle Shop anyway. Yeah, you can pay for your birth, right?

Inside, he loosened his inert bearded cheeks and laughed slightly at them. That face, I knew it was nasty. But Ning people liked that look.

"... I'm not coming out. So I'll give it back the next payday"

"You don't know. Hmm."

So, I'm going to the Oodle Shop as usual. Sometimes it can be a skewer or a yakitori shop, but what we have in common is that everywhere is dirty and cheap.

"Hmm."

"Hey, are you bloated?

"Thank you. Exactly that ultra-low wage went down even further... and I thought I was going to die"

"Ha. It's tough."

Those in between focussed more on alcohol than on oden.

"No, what happened to my contemporaneous daughter (Ko), who was there before this?

Whether it was a saga of a middle-aged man, during which he was often worried about Ning women's relationships when booze entered.

Of course, there's nothing for Ning people to worry about. Literally, 'nothing'.

"... please don't talk about it, Mr. Maaka. I mean, I haven't seen her since the joining ceremony."

"Ooh. Right...... So, what kind of woman do you like or not?

"... what do you think... well, it's something that has nothing to do with my future life so I can't help thinking about it..."

"Blonde, big breasts, cute face. What would you do if you knew my daughter?

Apparently during that time, Mr. Blonde Glamour likes it. Ning included the shochu hot water split in his mouth and answered with a sigh.

"It's okay because that's not possible for sure."

"I don't have a dream."

"Rather than such a miracle happening, yet..."

It's more realistic for me to conquer the world in the future.

That's what Ning tried to say and quit.

This is because I didn't feel it was a good thing to joke about.

In the middle of being the lower end of Metallica, he told me he had not yet abandoned his thoughts on the conquest of the world. A man who joined Metallica with the will to change this tidy world and has fought all along.

In a harsh environment, without rotting, talking about knowing you're someone you're not enough to take, and still without breaking. On my own, as one 'villain', I am a man who has fought muddy.

And the Ning people also have a part of this world that they have ever lived in that they want to change.

I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, it's still blurry, but I still have a dull fever somewhere in my heart.

"What's wrong? Are you drunk already?

He seems more drunk during the inquiry than the Ning. Seeing that red face, Ning smiled bitterly.

"No, it's fine. Mr. Mitsunaka, tomorrow we're only going to go to C14, and Nantka will take the weapons and ammunition from the organization. It's time to go home..."

"Just one more drink! Nah!"

I don't know what else to do, Ning people order additions from the store owner. No matter what I say, it's because I know it's okay in between.

And the next day. I knew I would go to work with a reliable face in between, and did my duty in a muddy way while exhorting the Nings and other members.

During that time, you will never go to work with a hangover, and early morning training is not indispensable. I desperately work on my own even on small assignments. But basically, he can't. That's the kind of man I am.

He was warm and hot.

Ning had such a special regard for him.

It may not be the same respect or admiration for heroes (heroes) like Dylan or Sonic Youth, for example, but it may not be the same fear or admiration for Crimson bosses and Metallica executives, but still.

Ning Komori loved the middle-aged man. And that was the first emotion for Ning people.

"... middle-aged man, huh? I see. I think I just figured it out a little bit."

After taking the time to drink back a cup of shochu, Tsurugi shared his thoughts on Ning's old story.

"Oh well."

"Apparently, the man sleeping here is someone who's had a lot of influence on my master"

The Ning snorted silently at the words, putting all the rest of the booze on the tombstone.

"It's time to go. An anthrax strategy will begin soon."

"Yeah. I'll fly to their island as soon as I can. Boss, I hope you'll come later with Ikeno."

"... I know that"

I only went back to my old face for a few moments. The Komori Ning people start moving again as the man they have come to call 'Evil Charisma'.

Mr. Masaka, around here today. If there's hell, I'll probably see you again soon.

He groans so inside and walks out with his back to the tombstone.

Just got an incoming call on my mobile device, corresponding Ning people.

"Nate, we're ready for this one, yo!

The Lord of Voices is Annis Giles, who has him as his secretary. They're ready to attack the island, home of Anthrax.

Mr. Minaka, I'm already going today. In a few moments, you might be able to live up to your promise then.... Because if there is hell, I'll probably see you again soon. See you then.

He groans so inside and walks out with his back to the tombstone.

- I didn't say stupid...

I thought I heard that voice coming from behind.