Galactic Union Japan

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I wonder how many events in a person's lifetime amaze and amaze that individual.

Given that, the Japanese who live in the 2000s are honestly indispensable to the event.

Besides, it's all like that event rocks the country and it's unzarding.

War and conflict are still good. Because there are signs. I can set myself up.

"Oh, don't start with this." "Uh, no, this isn't good."

I can watch the news and be ready to be depressed.

But what's wrong with us is terrorism and disaster. The array comes suddenly.

Peace until now, well what am I going to do with Gohan this evening, today is the release day of a popular game, I look forward to today's drama...

I'm thinking about that. I bring a completely different dimensional view of the world to my normal routine.

It's not a hoarding thing to be honest.

In 1995, the Great Hanshin/Awaji Earthquake struck at 5: 46 a.m. Jan. 17. It happened in time when people were still hanging around.

Until yesterday the natural city landscape changed.

Turning on the TV, Hanshin Expressway, like a kid flipped a minicar or train georama toy, and Shinkansen viaduct.

At that time, many Japanese must have thought, "Where the hell am I?"

9/11 U.S. Concurrent Multiple Terrorist Incidents in 2001.

A report that went into Japan in the middle of the night was something I didn't know what the hell I was talking about at first.

Announcers who read manuscripts in breaking news on NHK satellite broadcasts also became obsessed with the contents of the manuscript.

"News of an aircraft crash into the U.S. World Trade Center building."

The discouragement of the word was skeptical, his eyes dancing. I guess the announcer couldn't even understand what the hell was written in that manuscript while reading the manuscript. That's what I saw and I knew it was possible.

And it was the Great East Japan Earthquake on March 11, 2011.

The sight of that unsatisfactory event on the brush tongue still has different dimensions.

Videos of tsunamis, such as those told only in the mythical and end-of-life worlds, were not confined to Japan, and all humankind living in that era feared.

Moreover, there was a difference between the senses in East and West Japan.

Despite the spectacular phenomenon taking place in the same Japan, in western Japan we could only stare at the footage as if it were a separate world event.

There is a difference between experiencing and watching. That's not something like "which is scary or sad".

Regardless, those directly affected feel a direct fear of the phenomenon as it is. But the fear of bystanders is "the fear that you cannot understand that event with your eyes".

Yes, the words are "fear that you don't know what's going on".

This is horrible in one sense and in a different way from immediate disaster. Just being awake close to you is immediately painless "anxiety," which breaks you mentally.

And it was an accident at the Fukushima nuclear power station.

I don't care if it's a man-made disaster or a natural disaster. It's just the fact that what we saw was a hydrogen explosion in a nuclear power plant, and the building itself blows up footage.

What does it feel like when the world's people are shown such footage in a clear, high-vision way later and earlier?

This was also a fact that made me wonder, "Is this really the world we are in?"

The people said to be the Bubble generation, the Los Genes generation, will have seen all these events that the Earth world has had. Wars, conflicts, economic issues and other events still stick around here.

It is a completely depressing story.

Moreover, in the next 20-30 years, there is a trailer that says that there is a risk of a South China Sea earthquake.

I wonder how many Japanese people living in this age are going to see events like this thrust into different dimensions...

Sekijima Park, Miura, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan, on a certain date in the clouds of 2001.

This place had now become a hot tourist attraction.

This is not the only place. Tourists come to the hot seas, which were already filled with tourist destinations of the past in Japan. In addition, the area around the Jiayama City Pension Temple in Chiba Prefecture is now full of tourists.

And not just these, in the coastal area surrounding Sagami Bay, where roughly people are likely to gather, has now become the largest tourist region in Japan.

What the hell happened?

I could understand that at a glance if I went to the place.

And the visitors to those places first cease to admire the sight. And admire it after a grudge.

Some wept.

Some old ladies prayed.

And in those places, there will always be more or less a line of media cameras, followed by a state of 24-hour surveillance.

If it becomes such a tourist destination, you can also get souvenir shops to sell buns and goods that sell their specialties, and people gather to multiply the multipliers.

However, some people were not familiar with the coastal area of Sagami Bay, which became such a tourist destination.

A police officer who directs tourists. Even if it is natural to direct too many rude people, there are abnormally many self-defense officers dressed in camouflage clothes mixed with it.

Moreover, the appearance of foreigners in camouflage clothes, and U.S. soldiers, were present along with as many self-defense officers as they could. In the open area, a khaki-coloured military vehicle parked, and the MIM-104 Patriot missile was also visible in the coastal area.

Looking over the sky, flickering helicopters and fighters.

What the hell happened in Sagami Bay? No, more than that. What the hell do you see from the coast?

The TV reporter covering the phenomenon reddishes his face and says excitedly mixed with all the spitting.

"... they suddenly came that day and now it's about to be 3 weeks. They remained more silent than that day. There's no sign of any movement at all. I remain silent all the time. Very creepy. The government's evacuation instructions throughout Kanto itself were lifted in about a week, and no reports have come in that there was any damage in particular. And I myself was able to stand in this place for the first time since they came this time, but I couldn't even imagine it being so amazing in person...... spectacular. You can see Oshima here from the coastal area near Kazayama and the penitentiary temple..."

On the line connecting the Miura Peninsula to Oshima, a little bit closer to Oshima than in the middle of it, there was an incredible sight where all who saw it doubted my eyes.

A sight that does not exist between East and West in ancient times, such as the sight that all mankind sees for the first time, the sight of its kind. There was a terrible sight there that I had no idea how the brain would judge the information in that sight, even with my eyes, and what action to encourage people to take.

Presented by the Ministry of Defense.

"Diagonal length approx. 10 km. Height about 600 meters. The shape is a straight hexagonal shape, with a hexagonal plate-shaped object 250 meters high in a two-layer structure, with the upper layer stopped, while the lower layer rotates at a rate of one revolution per hour. This structure has completely stopped and stagnated a height of 800 meters at an altitude almost halfway point between the Miura Peninsula and Oshima without a few meters of error. Its area is comparable to that of Izu Oshima, near the stagnation point"

This was the identity of the phenomenon. Yes, no matter who told me what it looked like, no matter what it wasn't pointed out, even a three-year-old could understand what the sight was.

So-called, vulgarly speaking...... "flying disc"

But it's not like I can describe it in such a chinky synonym.

A supermassive spacecraft of alien life has arrived in Japan.

Humanity today doesn't know how to describe it any more. Just accept that reality as it is.

How the brain handles what they see, and how it behaves after it is handled... Humanity still doesn't know how to do that.

During the Great East Japan Earthquake, when an unimaginable tsunami struck the Northeast, the wise men fled desperately to the high ground, following ancient teachings, telling and telling.

Thanks to the wisdom of their forefathers, they were able to cope with that crisis. But the spectacular tsunami scene could only make them bystanders.

But even though they were bystanders, they could cry. I could even scream. I could do something. And there was order.

I mean "understood"...... I was fortunate enough to do just that.

But this transcendental scenario there now was causing them to stop thinking about "understanding".

In SF films and the like, it is a familiar sight. If you just explain the scene, there's nothing wrong with it, it's what any SF movie has done.

But if this were in real life, there would have been no such imaginary scenario.

Japan today was a "state of thought reset" that did not even reach "chaos".

"The militia and the U.S. military in Japan are currently monitoring this situation on a 24-hour basis, but at any rate it is the first unusual situation humankind encounters. These mysteries only deepen as to what exactly they flew to this planet and why Japan…"

The TV station reporter, who reports screaming, continues to talk to the camera so that it can stand, emphasizing desperation with a raunchy dialogue.

Looks like a popular reporter selling out in a national liberation right now.

"Good luck."

When the man snapped so, he turned to the sea.

And I put my breath down and snapped like this.

"Totally... this country is an integral part of the event..."

- - "Galactic Union Japan" - -

Kanagawa Prefecture, summer is over, one day after a cool afternoon with autumn breezes.

Bankrupt and now a ruined pre-demolition large tourist hotel.

Now there is no shadow of the past, chairs and desks are thrown out, shaped old broken computers are left unattended, and the brilliant ornaments and signs of the hotel's death also mirror the other way from its ruined atmosphere.

A place with an atmosphere that looks like it could be on the stage of some kind of horror game.

So, even more out of place sounds wooden spirits everywhere.

Statatatatata...... Daddy Daddy Daddy...... Pass Pass Pass......

The shadow of someone moving from an abandoned room to a room.

That figure, illuminated by the light that plunges through the window, is roughly unlike that building.

Dressed in urban camouflage clothing, goggled and in its hands the official main rifle M4 carbine of the US military. Plus, it comes with some sort of goth and stuff.

If you look in the other direction, the shadows hiding at the desk are dressed in dot camouflage clothes, patches with hammers and sickles on their shoulders, and a Soviet AK47 assault rifle in their hands.

"Hey! A professional ran over there! Game corner!

"Rajah! I'm coming after you!

So there's another statatatata...... and a light noise in the chops.

"Wow! Do you want to ambush me there!

"Professional people are so awesome!

A human, known as a professional, leads up to the plumbing of a large exhaust duct, standing in a normal human blind spot and shooting stops at the people who circle into the game corner.

The professional outfit is dressed in camouflage clothing type 3, with an 89-style small gun in its hand and a luxurious piece of equipment called bulletproof chock type 2 in an 88-style iron cap, knocking down red star patches, urban camouflage clothing, some of them Japanese imperial soldiers and Nazi German soldiers one after the other.

In such a mix-up, the man who approaches the wall legend so much and sets his aim in Springfield M14 from where it will be the blind spot of the exhaust duct.

"This is the only way I know how to get out of here... oh, there I am, that one"

The man who passes the back passage and turns behind the exhaust duct, as only the employees of this hotel know, turns to the rear of the exhaust duct plumbing and tries to reward the "professional" with one arrow.

"Heh heh heh heh... not dead..."

The man hangs his finger on the trigger of the M14.

In a moment, a bullet was fired from the left side towards the man.

"You're the one who dies!

Bullets are fired from enemy Type 89 small guns laughing luxuriously.

The bullet was about to be showered all over the man's body and the man became a corpse.

"Aitatatatata! Hit it! I hit it ~"

"Sweet, Kashiwagi, cha-chan, after Omei, I was making you twitch."

"Ugh, Coco, I was the only way out of this... oh, you don't have to be so professional"

"What are you talking about, if Omei hosts this, this is what we're thinking anyway. Hi, dead people shouldn't talk to players, they just went to Morgue."

A man called O, waving all over Sissi, put a gun on his middle waist and then disappeared into another room in search of his next prey while following his companion, facing Yoko, backwards.

And the man, called Kashiwaki, lifts his gun up with both hands and says "Dead Man's Day," while heading to the hotel lobby.

What the hell are these people doing, they're called survival games.

A man named Kashiwagi, 37 years old. Osama, a good year old, was enjoying a war cocktail with an airsoft gun in one hand in a large tourist hotel that had become abandoned.

Speaking of good age, other participants are similar: some Osama over forty, some Jee over the calendar, some young people twenty, and some look like flattering young maidens. Among other things, all the people who follow a man who was dubbed O were young.

Survival games are actually quite a golden adult sport. Basically a resin bullet called an airsoft gun and a BB bullet, which is the main soldier's outfit, then goggles to protect your eyes from toy bullets, power sources like gas and batteries. With all this, I can play the game for once.

It is, however, that the gun basically has a good price. Even the selling products made by major manufacturers are 20,000 yen to 50,000 yen iron plates these days, 100,000 yen to 200,000 yen if they become maniacal gun types. Some of them cost about 300,000 yen when it comes to not threading materials like manufacturer's limited edition products.

If that's all, it's still fine, but when I get tight on the gear to attach to a gun like the one actually used in the military here, it blows up again with a cloud of 10,000 yen. Plus, if you get stuck in your favorite army combat suit or something, it's a blue ceiling, to be honest.

It might be cheaper at all for some salesman to buy a club set of golf and pay a round fee on the golf course.

It can be luxurious entertainment if you think about it.

Well, it's also a hobby world to show and talk to each other about such gear, and what you get is a hobby world.

... and well the people who were shot and died wait for the next time the game starts while thrilled with stories like that in a noisy named waiting place called Morg (the morgue). This is fun again with this.

Recently, Chinese guns and materials are luxurious, and incredibly inexpensive guns are also on the market, and flowers bloom in such stories. It's fun to play and it's fun to wait. The world of hobbies may or may not be the extremes of culture.

When Einstein asked some kid, "What in relativity," he said, "I feel a long time when I'm doing something that's not fun, but time passes quickly when I'm doing something that's fun. That's what I'm talking about." That brings the time for the game to an end, and the last whistle goes off.

"Game over ~"

The game master went around the field with a loudspeaker, and the player who heard that voice came out with a zorro. Those coming out with Nosonoso from under the desk, some undercover stealth game. Nice to meet you. Hiding in the locker, some coming out of the rotten futon in the guest room.

The number of players who came out with Walla Walla has always been hundreds. Seemed like a pretty big battle.

"Thank you, everyone -"

Gamemaster uses a loudspeaker.

Good luck - the participants say hello.

The gamers gathered in the hotel's large hall said this after a tangible greeting from the game master, or referee.

"Uh, this time, let me introduce you to someone who has planned this huge game that is rarely possible. Mr. Makoto Kashiwagi, please take one shot on stage."

A man called Kashiwagi, who was made a hive earlier, goes up on the stage for a small run, scratching his head.

"Uh, Kashiwagi-san, I don't think anyone knows during this regular Savage Off party, but let me explain it lightly for the first time attendees.

Kashiwagi-san is just a gamma-ass who works as a business negociator. "

Moments later, Kashiwaki gently strangled the game master.

"Ha, no, no. Uh, a little back in the day, I think some of you met at the Tokyo Game Show or something, but now you're in all kinds of industries, involved in company presentations, planning, and negotiating. This game field was also prepared by Kashiwagi for this off-duty party to entertain such a rare indoor battle. Thank you very much this time."

"No."

Kashiwagi and the Gamemaster bow their heads with pepper.

"So, Kashiwagi-san, say hello..."

Kashiwaki, who was given a loudspeaker, puts one breath down and grips the loudspeaker's switch.

"Yes. Uh, ladies and gentlemen, I just left it for your introduction, Kashiwaki. Have you all enjoyed yourselves today?

The applause boils.

"Thank you. Earlier, I was introduced to business nego theater with a big title. Well, what I do is I'm a free planner, and I'm just calling myself an impactful title because I'm a private business operator, and I'm not such a big person..."

That said, "Fine!" The voice rises.

"Oh, thank you," he said with a grin. "So, what's my business, well, if you say so, it's kind of a business I have in Conne. So, this time, too, well, my Conne said something, and there was actually a true meritor..."

Kashiwagi looks out over the great hall that turned into a closing ceremony venue...

"Oh, you're the one dressed as a Japanese soldier there, you know, that one"

I flattened out to an old man who was past the calendar.

"Mr. Omori is the president of Omori Premises and Buildings Co., Ltd., which you all know in commercials."

"Oooh" happens from the venue. Kashiwaki continued.

"This time, it's a hotel in this field, but the current owner is Omori's company, so, when I asked for Omori's job in a separate matter, I talked about this regular battle in a chat, and I talked about 'actually...', and President Omori joined the war dressed like that. It matches the loan of this field."

From the venue, the applause boils again. The applause was addressed to President Omori.

President Omori, dressed as a Japanese soldier, was smiling lightly, wearing his head, and bowing his head with a peck around him.

Kashiwagi continues.

"So, yeah, this is my conepower too, but since we're in the middle of this game, a lot of different people have come in, so I'm sure many of you have been surprised... uh, oh, come here"

The man, dubbed O, saluted Pisci softly, clasped his fist on his hips and climbed onto the stage with Stasta and a running leg.

"He, Ken Omi, and everyone there. He's an incumbent self-defense officer."

Once again, the venue will grow.

"Are you... Second Lieutenant?

Big eyes snort

"Mr. Second Class Army, speaking of the old army, I'm Mr. Army Lieutenant. My high school, college corrupt friend, when I gave him an overview of this game, I asked him to join me softly...... So here he is, all of Second Lieutenant Omi's men -"

Yaya applause occurs in the venue. That's right, it can't be like shooting each other with a self defense officer or something like that. In a way, participants will have had battles with their best opponents.

"Okay, oh, say something"

"Uh, you introduced me, I'm Second Lieutenant Omi from the Land militia. This guy and I used to do this all the time without even studying at high school, college and Loc, but this time, from Kashiwaki, in an abandoned shop in such a big hotel, he said he was going to do a rust, so I thought it would be good for CQB training. Well, that's what he told me to bring his men. So, the off-duty guys told me to rub him if I wanted to, because I'm gonna play the terrorist. So in the form of an intrusion, we joined."

Laughter occurs at the venue.

"So, I'm going to talk about," Wouldn't you be mad at me for doing this? "Actually, I've raised it with my superior officer, and he's approved to do it."

Ooh, and twitching happens.

"It's not official business, though, as it's only a private hobby participation. My balls and guns are all precious. Ahku, I'm a private participant. It's a hobby, so, uh, it's important, so I said it twice."

At the same time a laugh occurs at the venue, "Gear up -?" and Yaji flies.

"Huh? Is it equipment? The gear-- well, yeah, yeah."

"To what we didn't all ask," the gamemaster follows, and laughter happens again.

"Well, but you all say you're terrorists, so I was wondering if it's a trendy outfit these days, there are Nazis, there are Russian soldiers, there are Japanese soldiers, haha, over there, armored martial artists and firearms, so what kind of terrorists are you?"

and Big Sight laughs.

"That's the way it is, 'it's not training,'" he stressed, "and we enjoyed it. Looks like a few of our mons got hit, but they'll let you arm up 100 times later, so don't worry, folks. Thank you very much."

and saluted and went back to his original place, but laughs appear to be coming out of his subordinate-like group, and the outfield that sees it is other HR.

And then Kashiwaki grips the loudspeaker again.

"Thank you, Second Lieutenant Omi. Oh, and I know you're all going to be welcoming, but I ask that you all leave by 7pm today. If you're cleaning, it's a facility that will be demolished anyway, so this time is fine..."

Kashiwagi gave him the loudspeaker as he was made fun of strangling him by the game master when he said such strangling words even though he was not even the game master.

It is after this that the quality of gamers is questioned in survival games. The grumpy gamer stays playing once he plays, the BB bullets scatter all over the place and the rest is extremely offensive. However, since this facility is definitely a property to be demolished, cleaning up after that is a thankful story in a way, and in that regard, Kashiwaki's field selection should be appreciated as wise.

In doing so, the feast ends and the participants begin to prepare to return home.

"It's been a long time since I've had this number of adults..."

Clean up your gear as Omi speaks emotionally to Kashiwaki.

"Well, now that we're 37, it's hard for Osama's friends to get together like this themselves."

The fringe of being close as a student and thinking it would last forever is also that, if you become a social person, your past relationships become alienated in their respective positions.

This is something I have no choice in a way, but the occasional spare time and seeing each other this way is something more emotional than playing with the same hobbies.

In the Great Hall, scenes like that can be seen everywhere.

Their stories, both memorabilia and weaving, are irregular and, even so, important as people, to tell while picking up something important.

One was proudly showing off his prey and shooting in the sky, or showing off his outfits to each other, joyfully returning home.

Everyone is particularly intrigued by the secrecy gear at large, which can be question-and-attack from participants.

Talking so cute, from behind Kashiwagi, there was a man teasing his neckbreaker to cover it.

"Kashiwagi no - kora ah"

Turning to his surprise, this was also the face of Kashiwaki and a good friend.

"Ooh! Shiraki! Huh? Were you in on it, too?

Swing back hard handshake as surprised.

And Kashiwaki waved heavily at the arm of a man named Shiraki who shook his hand

"I just thought you weren't here because you texted me not today, when did you get here?"

Shiraki answers.

"After about two hours, I was able to run an errand early, and when I got here, I was already in the middle of nowhere to say hello, sorry... oh, Dr. Oomi, you're uptight too"

Shiraki looks at the big guy and shakes his hard hand again.

"It's unusual for you to come here like this. Now we've got three high school syncs."

Big sight says glimpsely.

One of the participants who was watching beside him took an interesting look at the self-proclaimed business negociator, a little silly in the alley, and a friend of the second lieutenant of the militia. And stay interested...

"Kashiwagi-san, who's this one?

"Yeah, me and Au's best friend from high school, you say Shiraki, what a foreign ministry official the profession is"

"Yep! Is it true!

Participants are surprised. That would be so, no one would think that that robust foreign ministry official would come to Savage with an iron cannon.

And if you look closely, the man who decided to divide it into seven or three rectangular silver edge glasses, when they say so, was certainly a bureaucratic atmosphere man.

But the tone of speech is Frank, and he doesn't look very bureaucratic.

Originally, I would like to talk more about its qualities and greatly enhance the venue, but Kashiwaki did not talk any further for a reason and turned the topic to others early.

"But you didn't see it on the field at all, where were you lurking?

Kashiwagi asks,

"Hey, I don't like working errors and moving, so I was ambushing myself to decide to snipe under Gessen's pinball and I was falling asleep..."

Shiraki drops his neck and talks. Seeing it, Kashiwaki and Omi put their hands on his face like taher.

The high school sync threesome is aligned, and the story plays even more. The hands to clean up are also loose, and flowers bloom in the story. And at some point, when the self-defense officer has a foreign ministry official, the story spreads, and there is a crowd around Kashiwaki and the others trying to hear the story.

And in that, the example meritor, Omori, president of Omori Premises and Buildings Co., Ltd., was also mixed.

"Oh, President Omori, thank you very much for this time."

Kashiwaki bows her head over and over when she finds that figure.

"No, no, what the hell. It's been a long time since I've had this kind of excitement."

The gentlemanly over-calendar man has been mixed up in the story with a tap on Kashiwagi's shoulder, without wasabu.

"Oh, I'll introduce you, he said Shiraki, and he's from the same high school as Osamu and I."

Guys, it's Omori.

Shiraki gave a light interview and gave a small glance at Omori. Otomori also answers that with a small mouth. They seem to know each other very well.

I don't know about that. Kashiwaki didn't notice their gaze.

Omi is just a self-defense officer and a second lieutenant of the executive. To the trick, yes? Though I thought so, I went through without paying any special attention.

"But... what is it, Mr. President? I'm not dressed like that."

Kashiki looks at the President's Japanese soldier outfit and smiles.

"Kashiwagi-san, this is my father's image. If Mania sees you, she'll have enough hands in her throat."

The galleries around me snort unuffly at Omori's boastful attitude, where one person suddenly went from "I" to "Washi".

"No, that's what your father looks like, hahahaha... isn't the prey a type 99 light machine! That's a limited production guy made by MAC for about 200,000 yen..."

Kashiwagi's gazed eyes surprised me by pointing out the gun Omori had.

"Yeah, yeah, that's amazing. When I told my secretary to buy me a teppo that would fit this garment, I bought it."

"Huh? Did you let that secretary go buy it?! Of a woman? Sure...... beautiful Tanaka?

"Yeah."

When it comes to Omori Premises and Buildings, it is a well-known company with a large number of global technology patents, although it is a mid-level general contractor with 2,000 total employees. Kashiwaki is also familiar with the secretary there.

Kashiwagi thought that Kashiwagi was a very distinct and distinct secretary who looked like she was having a good day reading books in a stylish cafe in Roppongi, and felt roughly like she had nothing to do with the world like this... The secretary went to a model gun store and bought a limited edition 99-style, which was pretty... or something completely hard to imagine.

"So, first of all, there's a Type 38 gun, a Type 99 gun, and a Type 44 cavalry gun, so which one do you want? So you got a call, and you don't have a series of guys? When I said, it was a little expensive, but I said I had it, so I made it here."

To Omori, who gives a plainly normal and hard to imagine picture of the situation, Kashiwagi was shown to have different views of the rich world... No, more than that, I thought it was necessary to update Tanaka's rating in a different direction where the distinction between a bolt-action rifle, a carbine, and a light machine gun could be judged. And the gallery was laughing and listening to such a conversation between Kashiwaki and Omori's parent-child comic talent.

"But Kashiwagi, why do you know such a big guy in the general contractor industry?

Asked questions about the entire game today that the big picture was feeling.

"Hmm? No, I'm good at my job."

"No, I know that, but it's more strange that the president of Omori Premises and Tameguchi are friends than that Tanaka guy."

It certainly is. Kashiwagi went around his former customers and their connections in sales by the time he put this job on track. Therefore, although there are more connections than the crowd, it is not considered normal to be able to invite the president of such a famous general contractor directly, but also privately and even to Savage.

Then Omori went into the explanation.

"Did I say Omi you? You know the Kawasaki Excellent Mall Building that our company built?

"Yeah, sure. I've been there once. It's that reverse freefall, and when you get to the top, it's a building with attractions that freefall back and forth, right?

"Kawasaki Excellent Mall Building", built by the Omori Premises Building, was famous for its combined facility with attractions that freefall intact when it launched a 10-passenger seat like a rocket next to the building's observation elevator to the top floor of the building.

That's why I do that in a normal commercial building. I guess that's what this would be like if this were some theme park, but that thrill was also considerable because Colle was set up in a regular commercial building on 40 floors, and the view you can see from it is usually a familiar view of the town, which has now become a popular facility to talk about.

"I thought about that attraction, Kashiwagi-san."

"Really!

At first glance, I was surprised. And the gallery I was listening to was also astonished. Shiraki, who was on the spot, was also surprised.

And Kashiwagi follows the story of Omori.

"I wonder if it was four years ago, to someone I know, you see, there's an annual Tokyo International Urban Planning Exhibition, and I got tickets to it, and I thought sales to this kind of industry would be interesting, so I left my business card in the exhibition booth, and at that time, there happened to be a president in the exhibition booth at Omori Premises. I don't know that I'm the president, and I thought you were an employee, and I gave you my business card, and you talked about your job, and you got an idea for an attraction in Excellent Mall Building? All of a sudden, you ask me."

Kashiwaki turned to Omori to encourage consent

"Yeah, so I asked him about the idea of an attraction that nobody else did, because other buildings do the Ferris Wheel or the Jet Coaster. Then Kashiwagi said, 'That's it!!' Think of it."

Omori speaks with pleasure. And Kashiwagi keeps talking.

"I remember a lot of old American horror movie stories I used to see, and I told them without much thought, and the president went nowhere, and from there on, he said," Oh, my God, I let you participate in the project. "We've been with you since that time."

Otami and Shiraki were listening with interest. And Shiraki speaks.

"I see, hang on, I've always thought you were an assault idiot, but you don't know that someone else observes you for a little while before you make contact?

Shiraki pointed at Kashiwagi with a slightly frightened face

"Because I don't know that Osamu is the president at that time, and I don't know anything about the general contractor industry."

"Hey Kashiwaki, you've been on TV news a lot... watch the news... but it seems like all the news is biased..."

Sneering and laughing as Shiraki pointed to Kashiwagi's character

"Hahaha, Shiraki, well don't be so hard on me, Kashiwagi, your natural idea isn't quite there for anyone else, as much as I would like it for our company. They also taught me how funny Sabaisha is, hahahaha"

(c) I notice the big picture all the time. I wonder why you play survival games in the first place. Asked there, Kashiwagi said he talked dignified to his opponent, the president of the famous general contractor, "My hobby is a survival game".

Ogami was once again convinced that "this guy is an absolute idiot". But President Omori, who was very curious, said he was impressed by Kashiwaki, who spoke enthusiastically about the content of the game, and said he wanted to participate once. Otomori rode the regular Savage project of Kashiki's participating SNS, making it a major survival game tournament.

When I heard about this, Big Sight and Shiraki were about to snap. Kashiwagi is also Kashiwagi, but Omori is also Omori.

"Maybe they're similar to each other"

and Omi and Shiraki looked at each other and decided to convince them. But Omori told Kashiwaki this story over this period.

"Hey Kashiwagi-san. I thought, should we leave this hotel like this and make it an ultra-large Bubba-Bubba-Bubba-Bubba facility? Wouldn't that be an interesting attraction facility?

Huh? And Omi and Shiraki look at Omori at the same time. The galleries around you are irresponsibly "ooh".

But Kashiwaki denied the story.

"No, no, no, you better not do that, sir."

"Why?"

Omori asks pointy at his mouth.

"No, no more, you're basically planning to commercialize these kinds of plays, and from one way or another, it's bound to come out boiling even though people who hear the sound of military shoes every day or Obahan who transforms into a righteous ally named Codmoger don't even call them. You should stop feeding the press on purpose."

In fact, in the past, major air gun manufacturers have created such facilities with similar ideas. And they heard the sound of military shoes on "some" neighbors, and they turned into codmogers to mount protests, and besides, in the province far from where the "neighborhood" unit of that "neighbor" was, the real "neighbor" residents of the day didn't even know their faces, and such people came out boiling delightfully, and eventually the facility crumbled in six months, giving the example of...

"It is good that my best friend has matomo reason," Dami and Shiraki appeased, listening to the explanation.

"Really? Mm-hmm."

Omori seriously drops his shoulder

"Mr. President, I know you're going to sell this facility to Seagal Group and turn it into a commercial facility, but you can't do that."

And, Kashiwaki goes in.

At first glance, Shiraki burst into Omori with an "oily oily".

The pleasant feast also comes to an end. It is time to leave. I'm enthusiastic about the story. Not really, the gallery that surrounded the Kashiwagi and the others hurry to pack their bags and hurry back and forth.

And one person, one person and I are leaving the hotel.

"Good luck -"

"Call me again!

Everyone goes home smiling. Those who came by car snuggle their companions and ride home, while others walk to the station, which is 10 minutes' walk (actually 20 minutes).

Some of those who drove home, it came in a hell of a car.

U.S.-made Willis Jeep, active in World War II, and the current U.S. Army generic combat vehicle Hammer, which is now out of production for civilian use. What's amazing is that some of them came with a car that stunningly restored the four-wheel-drive vehicle Schbimwergen for surface, which was used in the old German army.

Naturally Kashiwagi took pictures all over and took good pictures of him not worthy of the age of having him in the driver's seat with a doya face on.

At this off-duty meeting, it is forbidden to go home in combat clothes, so are all the people on Cuberworgen and Jeep in plain clothes.

It's very uncomfortable, but well, this too can't be helped for a healthy survival game in the future. I'm not talking about President Omori earlier, but it's also a consideration for some pathetically ill people called 'Military Shoe Paranoia Hypersensitivity Audiophobia'.

"Well, shall we go home too?"

Kashiwagi and the others, who confirmed everyone's return home, also greet the game master and head there to their car.

Otami and Shiraki also dated me to the end.

President Omori drove over there. Lower the wind,

"Well, Kashiwagi-san, ask me again."

and give a quick salute

"Yes, I will definitely invite you then," he returns with a salute. "So, I'll ask you for a good field again then," he laughs a lot.

"Whoa, let it go, now I'm looking for something more amazing. Expect."

President Omori was also in a good mood, as he appeared to have been nominated as an office-approved honorary member.

"Uh, then take the two of you to the usual tavern, to get in touch. There's a lot to talk about. It's a treat for me."

"Huh? Is that okay!?

"Ha ha, that's a thank you for entertaining me today. See you later."

"Guys, it's a treat!

Kashiwagi bowed his head deeply and dropped off President Omori.

"So Shiraki is confirmed to go to the tavern in my car."

"Hey, are people's plans related to Nashi?" Shiraki says, "I don't actually plan to," but it's confirmed.

"What about you, O? You want me to drive you in my men's car? Taverns are forcibly taken."

"I'm going with you guys, I'm just gonna say something to them"

and walked to his men's waiting car.

Kashiwagi was screwing his gear into the car while Ogami came back. Whatever. Kashiwagi was bringing in seven rifles for this game.

M4 carbine on M14, SCAR on SMLE- No 1 Mk3, etc......

When Shiraki looks at that figure in the back,

"Hey Kashiwagi, you come all this way to Savage and tie to a double suit?

The white wood of the day has a t-shirt in jeans, a skinned jacket and a ruffled style that I don't think is a Foreign Ministry bureaucrat.

Instead, Kashiwaki looks more like that system.

"And the car is also horny. It's good to be in it. This is a Toyohara espada. It's a fancy car."

stick your face through the door and look and say so that you can

"You don't know when my client will contact me, besides I have to drive a presidential class like Mr. O'Mori at times... even this car is quite impossible to buy with a loan"

and speak with a sinister face.

"Well, it's a business tool. Even I was in a car like the other guys."

"That car is expensive in a car... because, well, it's cheaper than this espada, 10 million?

"No, 7 million"

"Huh!? Ani! Why!?

Shiraki surprises me. When it comes to Espada in Toyohara Heavy Industries, it is the finest grade in domestic cars. Normally, 10 million is a guaranteed substitute.

Espada, by the way, is the Spanish or Portuguese word for "sword". This car, Espada, is abbreviated and the official name is Spanish for "Espada Haponesa" and is crowned with the word "Japanese sword".

As the saying goes, as with the sharpened Japanese knife, although not flashy, the design is arranged in a chilling image with sharp design lamps and side mirrors on the body with reduced irregularities to the extreme.

Such a design that looks like a sports car at first glance, but the design from the side firmly asserts the luxury sedan look.

"President Omori's Conne"

Kashiwagi says poso.

Esparda was a generally acclaimed car that, when purchased, was enough to be identified and would never be sold cheaply, but Shiraki was a little convinced if it became President Omori Kone.

"But hey, it's not cheap to have seven million. This is also because President Omori said," If you want to work like that, invest as much capital as you can see in a car like this. "

Kashiwagi told me about the Osamura.

"I see."

Shiraki was convinced.

In the first place, I knew as much as I did that cars like this espada, Kashiwagi, were not my hobby.

Kashiwagi would probably be importing a Toyohara mega cruiser or a Restaurant about Schbimwargen earlier and riding around.

And the grand sight came back.

Kashiwagi said something.

"OK?"

"Mm, situation clear"

Big sight answers.

"Do you want to go?"

Kashiwagi gets in the car.

Ogami takes the passenger seat, Shiraki takes the back seat and sits with Deng in the middle.

Well, thank you, chauffeur.

Shiraki hits the driver's seat with a pomp.

"You know, Shiraki, I'm in the passenger seat, I'm in the back seat with a big crotch open, and I look like a foreign ministry official, and if you say that, it's not gonna be stylish, but besides, it's this car, and it's my suit in Omake."

Shiraki and Omi laugh at Guerraggera

"So I'm his escort?

I laugh at the look on my face. Foreign Ministry officials laughed Niyaniya at the words.

"That's what this is all about, isn't it? I'll do it."

A setting sunset illuminates the hotel and stretches its shadows wide into the parking lot.

Esparda left behind a hotel that was never visited again after the last bustle.

Espada Haponesa, a Toyohara bound for the city centre

The music playing in the car is a famous song played in Hollywood movies famous for "Hello Vietnam" ghost sergeant.

I know it doesn't fit the image of the car at all. If it's true, it's a song you want to wear Woodland and hear in the jeep. It is not a song like listening in a car full of smells of leather sheets.

The meaning of the lyrics? There's no way Kashiwagi and Ogami can tell that. Shiraki, the only native-like English speaker, understood.

”goodbye my sweetheart hello vietnam” and other beautiful pronunciations to match the song.

Omi speaks to Kashiwagi sideways with such white trees.

"So, business is going well?

"Well, thanks to you, I knew I could go out with President Omori a lot. I used to work for TES and I managed to do it, but now you're calling me from a lot of different places, and that's a very nice story."

"Well, if you saw this car, you would."

Osamu convinces me by tapping the dashboard with bread.

"Oh, my God, change it"

"No, it's not me, my wife. You haven't seen him in a while, 'Kashiwagi-san, I wonder if he's doing it right'. I'm saying," It's all right since I've been texting you... "

Says Osamu, deceiving his own wife.

"Speaking of which, Misato and I haven't seen each other since the wedding, say hello."

A woman named Misato, the wife of Omi, was also a college friend of Kashiki. She had been socializing with Ogami since that time and was an adorable woman with the impression that she was always around with tech behind the big Ogami.

It's also impressive that he had pretty big tits.

That's why when these two talk, the story moves on to old memorabilia. And at the end of the day, it ends with the story "I wonder if it's Osama already".

Mahatma Kashiwagi, 37 years old.

Formerly Head of Planning, Consumer Games Department, Tokyo Entertainment Services (TES). Currently, self-proclaimed Free Business Negotiator.

He is from Tokyo Metropolitan, but spends six years of elementary school to one year of high school in Osaka at the convenience of his parents, who worked in trade relations.

Then I went back to Tokyo in the second semester of my year of high school and enrolled in a city high school on my way in. It was Big Sight and Shiraki who spoke to me in student life that I was unfamiliar with at that time.

The "unfamiliar" reason is also that the person at the time was an extreme gamma maniac, so I didn't have any friends about the so-called hobby.

However, the world must be "kinds call friends", Dami is a large military maniac, Shiraki was not interested in military, but his hobby was modelling, and he often took advice from Daisy on military-based models. Both Kashiki have tastes and feelings, and the relationship of friendship between the three of them continues to this day.

Afterwards, Kashiwaki and Omi went to Kansai University of Modeling and Arts together, Shiraki was smart, so he would go to Tokyo University, and Shiraki and I were once off the road.

In college, Kashiki also went on to train producers, such as producers, and will be employed by TES, a major comprehensive entertainment company, at his place of employment.

At TES, he was assigned to a planning position for a consumer game, but he didn't benefit from good production opportunities, and he was left with a lot of public relations jobs like shows and media presenters, and his colleagues called him "planning sales."

But Kashiwaki's talent will be shown here. Kashiwaki, who was originally descriptive and whose mouth was well fearless, blossomed its presentation abilities,

"Kashiwagi's presented game is bound to sell any fucking game"

to be made to say in the industry, and is promoted from merit to chief of planning department.

Kashiwagi has been going by the rating since he was a student: "This guy survives perfectly sniffing apart the nature and character of things by smell, for the ultimate lack of eyes to see people," and anyway, he said things without being afraid of any opponent, and he had the kind of personality to point out to Zukezuke what he thought.

Normally, when using the term "no eye to see a person," it is commonly used in the sense of "a person who cannot discern the goodness of that person". But in the case of Kashiwaki, "neither good nor evil can be discerned".

So I'll just storm in and say hi and talk to you. Talk about it and smell it. Because it's such a relationship building method, people call me "Assault Idiot" from around.

Kashiwagi could also normally talk to the youth of a dictatorship named Democracy in the North about "Hi."

It was also disastrous of this character that Kashiwagi did not benefit from the production work in the first place, and the producers were quite smoky because they failed to reason out of one end with their cosmic stories, or even convoluted in rational offense like lawyers when doing every request, among the weird odd geeky developers who often lived in the game company's view of their world.

And five years after joining TES, Kashiki, who was traveling to visit the biggest game show in San Francisco, has also become quite a celebrity in the U.S. industry, asked the Japanese corporate president of General Software, a software manufacturer with the largest share of computer OS in the world, to present the company's new game development software, even though he is a TES employee, to make that presentation a brilliant success.

In the end, this prompted me to decide to become independent. Though TES officers at the time asked me to console that decision considerably, I was granted leave of office under the contract that TES would also do its job for the next ten years, with the title "Business Negotiator," doing a job like a freelance planner.

"So your contract with TES will expire in a year. Free personal sales are expensive, and borrowing money from banks is hard... I couldn't even make a card until I met President Omori, me. Well, that's why I think it's time for a guy called the president of a corporation to become a corporation.

Kashiki's language is a basic standard language, but because he lived a life like going to and from Tokyo and Osaka, there are times when something somewhat Kansai-style enters the intonation.

Shiraki broke into a conversation with Omi,

"Well, it's a big deal to be able to do all that work this time of recession. Your" blindness to see people "is working in the right direction."

and giggles guffawfully.

"I'm such a person, don't you see?

Seriously as Kashiwaki twisted his neck. Asking the two of them, Daiko, Shiraki kept his mouth shut.

"None"

and a word. Kashiwaki drops his disappointed shoulder, "I wonder if so.

And the big picture goes on.

"So, will the contract with TES be renewed?"

"I don't know, they're asking me to update them."

"Isn't that amazing?"

"No, that's it, TES, the arcade games division and the attraction facilities division haven't worked at all lately, and they're getting takeover talk from Quarter Software Group. So, I don't know what to do ~" And I was like, "Gala's cheap..."

Shiraki interrupts.

"So, Dr. Kashiwagi's sense of smell is bothering the contract renewal."

"Aye."

Kashiwagi answers back.

"I'll take my time."

While we talked like that, we arrived in Tokyo, Shibuya. Time was around 8pm.

Look for the right parking, but I can't find this. When it comes to large, regular cars like Esperda, there's no way it's a little 100 yen parking.

You can manage to find the right parking, and from there cross the scramble junction, towards Dogenzaka. Then we go a bit into the back street and arrive at the desired tavern.

"Welcome -"

When you open the door, the sound of the economy sounds good.

"Ah Kashiwagi-san, there you are. The president has told me you have a free seat. Please come here."

The manager will guide you carefully.

Kashiwagi and the others slowly lowered their hips in the seats of the guided six-member seats, wiping their hands and muddling their faces with the squeeze they were given.

"What would you like to drink?

"Raw for now," said Omi and Shiraki.

The moment I tried to say, "I'm non-alcoholic..." Shiraki said, "Hey, Temei asked me out and there won't be any non-alcohol, you can drink it too."

"Fuck the driver, I am."

"Stop in the parking lot, stay at the business hotel, and go home tomorrow. Oh, manager, this guy's raw, too."

Raw decision. I nodded to the manager and got it.

"Oh, and then I'll order it on the panel, so don't worry about it"

Kashiwagi tells the store manager, "Make it what," he says, looking at the touch panel monitor for the order and taking the order.

For Kashiwaki, who likes catfish, the bird sting is an iron plate. Daimyo and Shiraki also push the Porch Porch and Monitor with free booze welcome. If you do this, the raw beer arrives too. It is the beginning of a banquet of three synchronized people.

"Yes, I'm tired," said Kashiwaki.

"Good day to you," said Omi and Shiraki.

After the promised "puhar," cloud the tea with a shabby waste or joke.

Well, it's like a banquet promise made by the Japanese.

If we don't fill in the time difference with these sorts of stories, we won't be able to fill in until the dishes we ordered come out. No one actually swallows with that in mind, but I can't help it all because it's like the biological habits of Japanese people in places like this.

The food continues to arrive like that, and the conversation goes on and on and on

"Don't you eat bird sting, O? You liked it."

and Kashiwaki recommends it.

"No, I'm good"

"Why?... Ah," Kashiwaki realizes

Ogami is a self-defense officer. That is, the body is capital. Besides being an executive who leads some troops. I can't have the executives eating catfish and breaking my stomach.

Since becoming a self-defense officer, Ogami has barely done anything called raw food.

"Then I have one..." Shiraki snatches one from Kashiwagi's bird sting plate and eats it.

"Oh, my goodness."

"Is this your first bird sting?

"Whoa, yeah, yeah. You don't eat birds raw. But this is good."

and Shiraki ordering extra bird sting with touch panels all to himself.

At first glance, there was a tongue drum on the onion.

And besides, Kashiwaki shakes the subject to the big picture.

"Haven't you had a hard time, too? That earthquake."

"Oh, of course I did... well, I imagined it, but it was an amazing scene"

and answers with a crease between his eyebrows.

"Well, it's just about Koko..." he prefaces, "It'll take ten years," he replies poso.

"Anyway, the range of affected areas is too great. So is the treatment of rubble, but even if it works quickly, the inhabitants of that area make a living in fisheries agriculture. Besides, the municipality has no money."

Drink up a lot of beer and continue

"The situation is completely different from the earthquake that struck the city like the Great Hanshin Earthquake. The issue of land and fishing rights is complicated. That's a lot of problems."

As Shiraki supplements.

"Besides the nuclear array. If it wasn't for you, things would be better."

I point my finger at it and explain it to Kashiwaki for a long time.

That the then prime minister had fought alone in a bad way and was empty on his own.

That we had been left empty because no matter what our bureaucrats did, the government wouldn't work together.

Shiraki seemed to have quite a grudge against the previous administration.

(I guess I bit politicians again anyway and did something)

It was probably that way of spilling the boiling gucci of the image because of the character of Shiraki.

"I can't help saying Tarareva, but I don't know if it worked out."

Kashiwagi says.

Kashiwagi also watched the news and wondered if it would have been good to oh and if it would have been like this some amateurs. It is also as a planner.

"If it weren't for that administration, I think. Hey, Big See."

Shiraki asks for his consent at first sight. But the big picture was silent.

(i) As a self-defense officer, I cannot answer that question. Believing self-defense officers trained even in chatter with friends should not answer the question.

Kashiwaki didn't listen to it any more because he knew it in the dark.

Or I go into my heart (don't you say) with Shiraki asking that kind of question.

Ken Omi

Second Lieutenant of the Athletic Self-Defense Forces and Ranger Qualification Holder.

The relationship between Kashiwaki and Shiraki is as follows. After college, he took a general executive candidate exam for the militia and passed brilliantly. to present status.

I went to the same university as Kashiki because I didn't intend to be a master and self-defense officer in the original painting. He was aiming for a Graphic Design position, but in an era of job difficulty where bubbles became a thing of the past, he ended up unable to look to the future in the position of "paintable," and the collection of military goods, which was his original hobby, took place to become a self-defense officer.

Again, sometimes I was a graduate, and I didn't like being licked by people coming in from high school, so I avoided enlistment from public recruitment in front of it, desperately studied, and took and passed the "General Executive Candidate Exam" where I could walk an executive course from a graduate. I originally had strength, a big body, and one of them said, "Wasn't it originally Koch? It felt like," Kashiwagi accepted without any discomfort when he was told that Omi had become a self-defense officer.

In fact, however, the training was so demanding that it was difficult to exhaust to the brush tongue, especially in the Ranger qualification course, that he was amazing enough to realize that his personality might change.

Often, Ranger training is featured on a news show, and its rigour is where everyone knows, but when you hear it later, the rigor reported on such a news show, etc. is still a fantasy that people don't really know much about, which they don't imagine in an extremely permanent, perverse nerve...... in other words, some perverse training, and they say at first glance, "If you go through that, you'll change your personality by a hundred people" awesome.

Often militia-experienced people, military critics, etc., say, "If you join militias, any glitch or glitch, they all change their personality"

It can be likened to that, but Kashiwaki also felt it when he met a long time after Omi enlisted in the militia.

Normally, my spine stretched and walked like "this is amazing."

She is currently married to a woman of her girlfriend, Kashiki, who has also been dating since college, and is the father of one child.

"I don't know if it's the sex of the job to be talking about this in a swallowing seat,"

Ogami tells Shiraki

"If it was just me and Big Watch right now, maybe it would be miserable if I got drunk and velvety"

Shiraki bangs his shoulder and tells Kashiwagi

"So, Kashiwagi, actually, your presence is valuable to both of us."

"Why?"

Kashiwagi listens as he mogs his bird skin.

"Because it's the key. It's a free energy source for the civilian population."

Daimyo and Shiraki worship Kashiwagi with their hands all the time saying "Thank you, Ayataya"

At first glance, Kashiwagi is distracted by Shiraki in his heart.

Alcohol proceeds with such talk, as does time.

When the order was also a paragraph away, the tavern's order touch panel was in standby mode and streaming CS broadcast TV shows.

The channel is tailored to a news specialty channel, and Kashiwaki looks at that screen with a tile look.

"Hmm? What is this?"

The panel had international news programmes running. And when the show moved to the corner of the topic, this kind of tellup appeared on the screen.

"Approaching the Mysterious Celestial Earth?

Kashiwagi turns up the volume button on the panel and listens to the audio.

Watching the news with Otami and Shiraki on board.

'... and now it is this news that is being talked about among astronomers in the world. We recently posted this information on the NASA website'

'Giant plate-shaped asteroid could approach Earth' on screen

'What the hell is a plate-shaped asteroid...?

There's a conversation going on between Castor and a guy named the expert who was on the show.

'Yes, there is no clear definition, but simply put, you are an asteroid like a large board. An asteroid, as you know, can be a rock that couldn't be a planet, or a rock when a planet was damaged or destroyed, but that kind of thing is normal, well, here's what I said...' I take the rock that was in front of me and say, 'It's normal to think of it as a very large thing in stone, but thank God this asteroid is like a beautiful plank-shaped asteroid, and normally you can't think of these asteroids being produced'

And he described his professional cum as a tarantula.

These kinds of stones on Earth can't be done without the dynamic action of being cut off the corners of stones like those seen in Nachi Black Stone, or because these phenomena are not normally considered in the asteroid cluster in Kaiper Belt, he traveled from outer space and talked about various kinds of interfering objects in the meantime, and so on about the expectations of scholars in the world.

'And what NASA pays the most attention to is saying that this asteroid is something very large'

'How big is it?

'Well, it's still far away and I haven't been able to grasp the exact shape or anything,' he said, but it's been expected to be roughly a few kilometers thick, a few dozen meters, etc., in diameter '

The expert had stressed that it was big anyway.

"Is this news..."

Shiraki said posoli.

In the next seat, a few guests were watching the same show holding a girls' party.

"It could be an alien spaceship."

"UFO? Isn't it fashionable now? There's no such thing as an alien."

Shiraki sees how it is, and also shifts his eyes to other seats

"Hmm? What's going on?

Kashiwaki sees how it is and says:

Shiraki creased just a little between his eyebrows,

"Hmm? Hmm..."

As Big View explores.

"What's up, is there something in this news?... you really think it's information about a spaceship that the government keeps top secret"

and tell them to tease. Both Osamu and Kashiwagi just know Shiraki's position in the Foreign Ministry, and that kind of tease was the default.

"There's no way," Waves Shiraki, denying. but I don't try to put it on and talk about it with "I just..."

"What? Okay, if you have any interesting information, let me know."

Kashiwagi sticks.

"What time is it?," Shiraki tells the story.

"Hmm, before ten o'clock"

"You swallowed quite a bit. Time to get out."

"?... what are you doing?" Kashiwagi listens properly.

Otomi also looks at Kashiwagi and his face, and he is decent.

"Well, let's get out of here..."

"Oh, oh, okay... the manager, the account... it was an ogre today"

Out of the store, back at the scrambled junction, Kashiwaki's car is parked in a slightly walked large parking lot.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Shiraki bought three bottles of coffee from a vending machine installed next to a toll-paying machine and gave two bottles to Kashiwagi and Omi.

Shiraki talks as he rinses his hot coffee with Zuzu.

"You both talked about my job at the Foreign Office before..."

Takao, 37 years old.

Affiliated with the First International Intelligence Office of the Organization of International Information Supervisors of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Japan.

In high school, he spent time with Kashiwaki and Omi, and then Shiraki went to Tokyo University School of Law after a center entrance exam.

After graduation, he briefly passed the National Class I Examination and entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He was bought Shiraki's special talent to become an international intelligence officer.

Shiraki was famous in high school for his famous "genius" as well. The grades are always top.

However, Kashiwaki, Omi, and other students had never seen him do so-called "exam studies," and had always only seen Kashiwaki, Omi, and the three of us hanging out together. Since high school, however, English has been a celebrity among teachers as a hell of a "genius student," not just perky and English, but fluent in everything from Russian to French, to some less familiar ethnic language, in the fields of mathematics and physics to the quote, and without mistake answering all of Eastern University's past questions.

In fact, Shiraki is "acquired Savan syndrome" … meaning he is the owner of the Savan brain.

Savan syndrome is a special ability that is often watched by humans such as congenital developmental disorders, or autism, and is often acquired by people such as' I remember all the station names on the entire JR line, I remember all the timetables' or 'I can answer any multiplier'. In other words, even healthy brain people may experience this symptom.

However, even healthy people seem to have a lot of this Savannah brain owners with symptomatic personalities that are somewhere personally bigoted or that common sense is uneven compared to the average person, but in Shiraki's case, Kashiwaki and the others thought it might be the case that the personality is good but somewhat loose.

It was in middle school that Shiraki himself realized this ability, he said, and he has the ability to "remember everything he saw and heard consciously, even for a moment. I can remember 100 percent of the details". Fluent in English and French earlier also felt that in high school, I would show native-like French conversations three days later by saying, "Me, I'm going to learn French a little bit," and this is also just something Shiraki would say, "I perused the French dictionary and memorized it all round, and saw three French films with subtitles," and I can understand the awesomeness of its memory.

Shiraki was also able to pass East University by just sitting on the couch at home with questions and answers and answers to his past collection of questions, perusing them and memorizing them all appropriately, and then adding an arrangement in his brain that corresponds to the exam, if you say so.

"Legitimate Canning"

So it's like passing, and he himself says he doesn't understand mathematical formulas, laws of physics or anything else from that principle. What an incomprehensible ability to be a regular person.

Immediately after entering the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, he was promoted as an international intelligence officer and is now serving as a katana for the international intelligence director. Within the Ministry, he was even given the nickname "Human Hard Drive" or "Human Digital Camera" as a "Human Translation Site", and senior officials of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs were also known at a glance.

And his hobby with modelling was also not that he liked models of a particular genre, but that he was just playing with so-called head gymnastics, puzzle sensations, because he could remember how to assemble and paint just by looking through the instructions.

When Kashiwaki and Omi first invited me to a survival game, I began to realize that there were "things that can't be solved by memory alone" in a war situation that turned into a volatile one, and that was fresh and interesting, and then I fell for it.

Even when I was in Tohoku University, if there was an invitation from both of us, I would have moved on and participated in a survival gaming event.

I currently have a fiancée and am socializing.

"Oh, you're an international intelligence officer."

Kashiwagi answers. To know this, in the survival game ahead, we didn't dig into his qualities and make it a story.

Speaking of international intelligence officers, he is clearly an intelligence officer under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Nevertheless, it is not as aggressive an intelligence organization as the "Police Department Public Security Department" or the "Cabinet Investigation Office" or the "Ministry of Defense Intelligence Headquarters", a well-known intelligence organization in Japan, compared to them, but it is clearly certified as a "spy" in China.

"Oh, well, that asteroid story earlier, that's actually been pretty famous in scientific institutions around the world for about six months now."

"Huh? Since before that?

"Yeah, there's data from every scientific institution that's laying down a warrant..."

Kashiwaki and Omi sit back on the parking lot pole and ride out intrigued and wait for Shiraki's next voice

"Well... if you take the course right now, it sounds like 100 percent of the planet is going straight."

"Huh?

Kashiwagi and Takami say aloud.

"Seriously? ♪ And Kashiwagi ♪

"Seriously," Shiraki said.

"No lies? ♪ And a big look ♪

"Butchgiri" and Shiraki

"No, no, no, Shiraki, are you sure you want me to smash that up with ordinary people like us? Oh, you're not ordinary."

Kashiwaki complains to Shiraki as he puts his hands forward and waves them oily.

"There's nothing to tease about, if it's just you guys. It's not classified, it's not what governments are talking about yet."

"How much longer," he said, seriously.

"About two and a half years."

"You can't!" and Kashiwaki.

"No, that's, but... hmm"

Big sight arms up. Because if that's true, I have a lot to think about as a self-defense officer.

"So if I bump into you, which one? I knew it..."

Kashiwagi asks a little worried

"Whoa, that's a light end to human civilization. At the end of the century, there will be no saviour."

Shiraki, who laughs all the time and says lightly, but Shiraki waves well,

"The scholars are thinking about countermeasures, too, and from what I've heard, they're talking about altering orbits by hitting artificial satellites at high speeds or detonating nuclear warheads at close range. Well, it's not as hard as it sounds to tell a story that's still hidden."

"Ha, well, I hope that's the solution."

In the meantime, convinced Kashiwaki and Omi. But Shiraki continues, "I just..."

"The asteroid, its orbit is quite strange... or strange"

"What do you mean? ♪ And Kashiwagi ♪

"I'm not an expert in astronomy either, so I only know the extent of the knowledge I read in the book, oh so asteroid... well asteroid candidate, that sort of thing is usually influenced by planetary gravity..." Shiraki looks at the grip of his left hand on the planet, acts like he's arcing with his right hand, and says, "He's normal to be in an arc-drawing orbit, but this asteroid, it seems, is approaching a straight line almost"

"Well, I've certainly never heard of that before."

When I heard that Osamu also had measures to deal with it, I returned to my normal mind with a little relief.

"No, but that's crazy. A straight line is the sun spinning on Earth, so it's off the line."

and Kashiwaki bumps into the natural question.

"Oh, that was a bad way to put it, that's not what I meant, I'm going straight to calculate the Earth's solar orbit and cross it,"

Shiraki answers.

"Huh? What's that," Kashiwagi said.

"Well, the scholars seem to be more obsessed with your mystery right now, and the anti-collision measures are left to the space agencies and the military."

"I don't know..." Kashiwagi said. "But if that asteroid, the pipe organ song, looks good on you, it would be interesting."

and tap lightly.

Shiraki responds, "I didn't pull the white tail," and says, "That's the same story as the girls' club."

And laugh.

"You're a nostalgic story."

He was laughing at the sight.

Finally, the three banquets + alpha are closed with a ton of Shiraki demo stories, and the three are on their way home because it's "time to open up".

Kashiwaki escorted Omi and Shiraki to Shibuya Station, promised to meet again and waved. And at first glance, go to JR. Shiraki waved his parting hand to Metro and disappeared into the midst of those still rubbish, even at late hours, as he took charge of a large piece of equipment.

(Well... I guess I'll even look for you in bed this evening...)

I also wondered if I could knock down my seat in the espada and go to sleep. Espada has better amenities than a bad capsule hotel.

Heating and cooling can also be set in 0.5 degrees and TV can be seen. Leather sheets are more comfortable than cheap beds there.

But I knew it was people's sexuality who wanted to sleep in futons. That's why, during the TES era, I climb Dogenzaka towards the An Business Hotel I always used when I came to Shibuya.

Find a store along the way that interests you, take a peek and go for a hotel at my pace.

(Oh, speaking of...)

On the way, I remember there was a recycling shop in Shibuya that I was doing late at night that I had recently been able to do. They would certainly have dealt with air guns and model guns there as well.

Take a short detour and take a peek at the store.

And I thought I was right to come.

There was a recently released Taiwanese Makarov PM air gun.

(Ooh) I think, let the clerk touch me. Then, it is made of a resin frame with Japanese specifications.

(There is no Taiwanese specification made of full metal) I bought it.

What a creepy schematic of 37 intoxicated Osama kicking a double brand suit buying an air gun at the store in the middle of the night.

Hold the box with Makarov aside and aim for the hotel. It would be a fine mafia movie if it even played on BGM here in Bruce.

And we arrive at an Affordable Business Hotel. There are no more face-to-face receptionists who were there when TES was enrolled. Seems like my younger brother works part-time now.

"Do you have a room?

"Yes, give me your name and address here"

It is heartless. But it's nothing rude, so I don't care.

Sarah and I will write down our names in the lodging book, get the keys and head to the room.

It is a small room with only Korean-made cheap LCD TVs on a bed and a desk to which I am sorry. Kashiwagi hangers his jacket, removes his tie unmade, and rests his hips firmly on the bed. And open the Makarov box I just bought, and I'll mess with it.

From Hatha's point of view, can't you be an intelligence agent of a nasty country, or an assassin who's going to kill someone now? What would you think if someone suddenly opened the door now to see how this was going?

Play by hand for a little while thinking about that.

I miss the silence, too, so I turn on the TV. Just flush it clearly. The channel was a CS broadcast news program that was also running in an earlier tavern.

I haven't seen anything. If only the sound were flowing.

Sleeper attacking me when I'm squashing my time like that.

When I boxed Makarov appropriately, I took off my pants, lay in bed, and fell asleep as I watched the news.

If you do, you'll get breaking news on the way to a news show that stays flush.

Apparently, the NASA page mentioned in the earlier corner of the topic was updated.

Its contents were that 'the plate-shaped asteroid disappeared neglectfully and could no longer be confirmed' …