The Hero Who Returned Remains the Strongest in the Modern World

Side: Daiki Morishi

"Hahaha! That's exactly what a child's shallow wisdom is about, isn't it?

Reception room in the office of the Miscellaneous Building.

Is it about 8 tatami in size?

Me, Senior Abeno and the chairman of the committee, and the man in the black suit and the big man in the black t-shirt.

This is a situation where five people are sitting on a black-skinned sofa facing each other over a glass table.

By the way, Senior Abeno said, 'Because it's going to be profitable. I like money,' along with the mysterious phrase.

And, well, that's how the man in the black suit keeps laughing in the reception room decorated with tiger fur.

"A child's shallow wisdom?

"Yeah, wouldn't it be natural for a kid to pay his parents' debts?

"So you're telling me that according to the law, the chairman's family makes a waiver of inheritance, right?

"So they say that's shallow wisdom. Adult society is complicated, isn't it? Would you mind not sticking a kid like you in your face with the shallow wisdom you hear about adult money lending contracts?

"So which neighborhood is shallow wisdom?

"What do high school students say but shallow wisdom? hahaha...... hahahaha!

That's where Senior Abeno gave me ears.

"The other person is also a financier. You must have knowledge. Because in legal theory, we know we're going to lose, and we seem to be taking a tactic of not having ears to listen to."

Well, I guess that's the place.

And so the man in the black suit slapped bread and palm.

"And that makes adult law complicated and strange. Anyway, I need you to pay for what you're asking Murayama to pay... so can you convince me to back off?

"I'm not convinced. The law has a minute over here. There is no reason to back off. Can you tell me exactly what's wrong with my statement?

So, changing the color of my eyes, the man in the black suit stared at me.

"Oh, yeah. The law. Then you're certainly right. But you don't know the law, do you? I'm a gangster. It's a yakuza if you tell the kid to understand. I'm a gangster because I'm outside the law."

Wow, that makes me laugh.

If deception doesn't work, is it immediate intimidation?

Some yakuza like Sheilakans like this right now.

"I know you guys are Yakuza financiers."

"Then while this one's laughing -"

And the man freshly yelled out loud.

"- Pull it right in while you're not injured! Fucking kid!

So the man in the black suit grabbed a cigarette and tried to light it.

"I don't like cigarettes. Could you not smoke it?

Ignoring Senior Abeno's words cancer, the man lit a cigarette with a lighter.

"Put out the cigarette fire now"

"Hello! Shall we sink Temeer into the soaplands, too?

"If it's something you can do - try it"

A blue muscle floated on Senior Abeno's comic book.

And she smiles, but the back of her eyes remains cold.

Oh, this is Akan.

And that's anyway......

"Anyway, let's make it easier. In accordance with the law, the Murayama family relinquishes inheritance. So why don't you take a charade?"

So the man took a deep sigh.

"What the hell are you guys?

"What is it?

"It's like... you look like you're afraid of the yakuza?

Well, I'm a brave man, and Senior Abeno is an exorcist.

There are no shards of reason to freak out at the fucking garbage that can only threaten the weaker ones, which has only less violence than the miscellaneous fish.

"Well, anyway, it's Chara, right?

"I knew you guys licked the yakuza and you had cancer? We're in business, too. Let's have a little... scary eyes."

The word stood the big man sitting next to the man in the black suit.

"This guy is karate three steps... he's the honey back of six previous offenders in a violent case. Don't worry...... I'll just get a little pain in the eye. Oh, and by the way, if you're going to sit down and apologize right now... you don't mind if I have you pick up nothing like this?

Senior Abeno stood up as the big man approached us one step closer.

"You think we've become strong because we're usually weak fighters? Surely this is the lowest subdivision under the umbrella of a wide area gang organization, isn't it? And even if it's the general headquarters of a large regional gang of thugs... if there are twenty maneuvers armed with automatic small arms, if you're serious, kill them all in less than twenty minutes. Your violence is to that extent. We don't have to leave the army."

A man in a black suit makes his face red tide.

"Hey, meth kid? You just... what have you been up to?

"Let the state spill your eyes and let the organization survive. What a gang. What kind of decent violence do you think people like you can use? Compared to the bees in the Middle East. I can't believe you guys compared to 30 armed militia trainees... not even at HQ level less than a shitty mutton fish"

"What are you talking about, you?

"I'm just pointing out the facts. Your equipment… pistols (chaka) and knives (dos)? It really makes me laugh. Even officers with pistols walking there, unlike you, are properly trained? Unlike some sort of expert crumb of violence, even those officers... handle pistols assuming that they kill people - they're learning real violence. Well, if it bothers you, I can kill all three of you alone."

"What are you trying to say... fucking kid?

"You guys? Only a good number of them, like cockroaches, but poor equipment. Poor training. Individual power is poor. It's fragile and crude at an unlikely level as a violent organization. After that, at least possess more than one Heavy Machine Gun and Armored Vehicle degree if you want to name a violent organization. I won't talk to you. Again, violence is about the bees in the Middle East. You are only blinded by the state to withhold the exercise of real violence: the army and the policing organization... are you allowed to exist?

"So what are you trying to say from earlier...?

"What I'm trying to say is very simple. I mean -"

And so Senior Abeno lifted his long hair with his right hand.

"--I 'll crush you as easily as I can twist a worm... call me soon. Bonkla."