Here is Blue Justice!

The next day. Ren dropped me off and headed to Colors. Waking up with a bird's voice and walking to work in the same way as a salaried man in a uniform kid cho or suit was an unthinkable life when he was a fighter in an organization.

Maybe this is what normal is. That kind of life, a year ago, I couldn't wait to want me.

"Oh, good morning."

When we got to Colors, there was the president in the office and Kue sitting on the couch. Kue looks like he's hay, wears a mask, and has dying eyes.

"Good morning. Aoi isn't hay, is he?"

"Oh. Even so, Kyoue is a bummer."

"... he's terrible."

"Bad, bad"

I stepped on a red circle going down on the floor and headed to my desk. In the corner of the room, Idaten Maru and the Black Martial Arts seem to be sleeping too, and I don't even want to imagine what was going on here yesterday.

"Ha. Clean it up, 'cause it was tough. There's cans and bottles of alcohol rolling around."

These guys, were you drinking here? I'll preach when I wake up.

"You don't have to beat me up."

"I'll forgive you for about half an hour more. These three will realize the stupidity of working with alcohol left over."

The president created an ill-gotten grin.

Then exactly thirty minutes later, the president ordered me to wake up three assholes. The three of them, who were rubbing their sleeping eyes,

"Mr. Akamaru, in front of the station"

"Oh, oh, whoa!

"Idaten round. You're headed for the suburban factory zone."

"Yes, sir."

"Black Warrior sends his regards to the mall"

"... hungry"

Just go.

"Aoi, you are"

"Ooh."

"Make the paperwork."

"Whoa!"

... oh?

I'm getting hungry for boulders, even though I'm just sitting there and katching computers. When I told the president I was going to go buy lunch,

"Oh, well, I guess I'll have a flyer handout after that."

"Leave it to me."

Something just relieved me. The root part. Then this is what this president must be. People are rough naturally.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That would help."

The president called Kuju on his cell phone and told him to come in front of the company. And, when that happens, is he and I handing out flyers? Don't feel like it's been a while.

Within five minutes, Kuze contacted me, and I left the office and went outside. There was a familiar taxi parked on the road in front of the building, and Kujue was stretching his body near the car.

"Oh, it's a flyer, but give me like a hundred."

"... that? Aoi-san?"

Kyoue blinks her eyes.

"Do you think I'm disgusted? You've become great, Kue."

"Is that okay? I can't believe it's a flyer handout."

"Propaganda matters, too. Besides, the president wants to go."

I got in the passenger seat. Kue also continues afterwards and returns to the driver's seat.

"... even though Aoi is a hero"

"What's wrong with you getting grumpy? Sometimes it's good. I'm sick too."

I tried to say that, but Kue looked unconvinced yet.

"What does the president think of Aoi? Well, there are Mr. Akamaru and Mr. Tsuno. So..."

I scratch my head. I was going to know what Kyoue was going to say.

"I've been thinking about what I'd do if I got fired."

"Yes, what is it?

"That would be right. You can't give me a suit, you can't give me a weapon, and in that state, then you can't work a hundred perserials. What's so fast that I'm fired, before I quit from myself? I've always thought so."

However, let's start hiding Ren and Nao and try just a little harder. Just a few moments. That's how I've encouraged myself.

"Is that what you're still thinking?

"I stopped thinking about quitting from myself. I just don't know what I'd do if I got fired."

Taxis start moving slowly. I looked out the window. This city hasn't changed much since a year ago. Reconstruction is also beginning in the area where mulberry stains have been soaked.

"Right. Maybe I'm a licensed taxi driver. Tell me a lot about it."

"... I don't think you're gonna get fired"

Well, I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen to my life.

More than a dozen minutes after I started handing out flyers. When the taxi was passing near a certain park, I made IX park the car.

When I do a cab on the shoulder, Kyoue looks at me with a strange face.

"... Um, what's going on?

"I knew someone. I need to talk to you for a second."

"Uh, uh, hey"

I got out of the car and got over the guardrail. On the sidewalk are old men in their fifties or so, dressed in grey work clothes. The hair is thin. Thick glasses. Undepressing look. Out stomach.

The old man succumbs and stares at the grass growing beside the sidewalk. He's the one I know. The people I know call me Mr. Lew. Nobody knows his real name. Mr. Lew doesn't even name himself. Because he's a detective.... I don't know what it means not to name him because he's a detective.

"I'm looking for another cat."

When I spoke, Mr. Lew raised his face haphazardly. For a moment, Mr. Lew soothes his expression when he finds out it's me, even though he has a sharp eye.

"Hey, it's you. What's the matter, since daylight like this?"

I'm handing out flyers.

"Ah, yeah, right. Yeah, I'm a cat hunter, as you can guess."

Mr. Lew sounds like a detective, but I've never seen him do anything other than cat hunting. I also look for dogs occasionally.

"Well, when I said detective, I thought you were going to tail him or something."

"I used to do that, but I'm still looking for cats here these days. Well, it means peace. Even heroes, right? I guess more hero work means more bad guys. It's better not to do that kind of work."

Mr. Lew stood up and paid the sand on his knees by hand.

"Cat, can't you find it"

"Mm-hmm. You're not supposed to be out of the territory without all this. I think we're close."

Mr. Lew looks around. As such, he reluctantly pointed to the nine taxis.

"Aren't you making me wait?

"Uh, yeah."

After you quit being a hero, huh? Taxi drivers aren't bad, but I guess it's a good idea to be a detective.

"Mr. Lew, can I just have a moment, please?

"Hmm? That's good..."

"Ok. Hey, Kue!

I went back to the cab and knocked on the driver's window.

"You knew that guy over there."

"Oh, say Mr. Lew. I took care of him a little while ago. I think I'm looking for a cat now."

"... Really? Hope you find it."

He was seriously worried because Kue is an animal lover.

"What, I'm going to be a little apprenticed by a detective. Can you say hello to the president?

"Yeah...? Is that okay?

"I'm getting tired of working at my desk."

Kyoue looked like she was in trouble, but compared to me and Mr. Lew, she had a thin grin.

"But you should help people in need. Heroes look good on Aoi after all."

"Really? Well, thank you. I'll call you when I find the cat."

"Yes. Good luck, Blue Justice"

I get embarrassed and scratch my head. Kyoue teased 'It's lit,' and set off the car to escape. Shit, yeah, shut up.

When I told Mr. Lew I was going to follow him, he laughed bitterly.

"Am I the master? Ah. No, I don't think I can teach you anything."

"Mama, I'm just curious. And if you like, let's have lunch. I'll treat you."

"I'm sorry. I can't believe you let a hero treat you."

"No, no, no, well, if you think of it as tuition,"

After the push, Mr. Lew broke me. Seems that these have Mr. Lew's favorite hot dog store, so I decided to head to that store while I was searching for a cat.

On the road, I asked a lot of questions. Because detectives had a little admiration for their work.

"Mr. Lew always looks like a work outfit, doesn't he? Um, what kind of Holmes guy don't you wear?"

"Ha ha, that's because it's noticeable. These clothes don't impress me the most. By the way, Aoi, you read deductive novels."

"I like the one I keep at home. I was also recommended, well, paradoxically. You just never read it to the end."

You get tired of all the letters, not funny or anything.

"Oh, it's that shop over there."

After a short walk from where I got off the taxi, I saw a shop that felt like a mess.

"... aha, that bakery. Well, I'll just order."

"Oh, well, then I'm the usual one"

"The usual?

"You can tell by that."

I didn't mean to, but I ran to the bakery and asked the clerk for six hot dogs. When I told him 'the usual' at that time, he nodded lightly that it was ok.

They gave me the hot dog and I went back to Mr. Lew.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not paying you back."

"Oh, thank you."

I get canned juice from Mr. Lew.

"Let's eat while we walk. I like these easy to eat things."

"By the way, what are you always up to? It doesn't seem to make a difference from my hot dog..."

"Hmm? Really? That's weird."

Mr. Lew put his face close to the bag with the hot dog and began to smell the smell.

"Isn't it stuck in your nose?

"Maybe it's too hard."

If you look closely, the colors are different. The appliance caught in the bread is strangely red. It just seemed like a joke. However, Mr. Lew carries the product of the prank to his mouth in a delicious way and eats it. Seriously. I used to tell Ren that my tongue was stupid too, but I'm starting to feel like I'm not as good as this guy.

"Yeah. Delicious. I don't think I ate as much as this. Oh, one if you like."

"Fine."

We resumed our cat hunt while mushing.

"Do you know that? Looks like someone great is coming to this city."

A great man?

"I wonder if it was the Hero Administration. of a name like that."

"Heroes? Management?

What the hell. That's a name that doesn't seem serene.

"You must be a hero, too. I guess you know something."

"If you're our president, you might know."

Those people don't seem to have anything to do with me. There will be no such thing as coming all the way with great people.

"... wait a minute"

Mr. Lew suddenly stopped and I imitated him, too. I wonder what. I knew something could be done about that hot dog, it was awesome and hard.

"What. There you are."

"Huh?"

Mr. Lew looked up at the tree growing right there. So I finally realized. There's a cat at the branch. Brown hair, a little fat cat. I climbed a tree fine, but I guess I can't get down anymore.

"All right, all right, I'll drop you off in a minute."

Flattening the hot dog, Mr. Lew begins to climb the tree again. The cat was a dear one, staring at Mr. Lew but never getting violent.

But that's strange. I didn't hear a cat squeal, and I didn't even care about it on the tree. But Mr. Lew noticed. Does boulder mean professional detective?

In the meantime, I'll take a picture of it later and send it to Nine.