Here is Blue Justice!

"Shashashasha, hey, I bet you're ready for some money, hey?

The master is silent and stares at the man forming near the entrance. This is the Phantom. From your voice, you're apparently a young man.

The Phantom is wearing a suit. It consists of two colors, black and white. Panda? No, I barely have any hair. The head part popped out weird too. Look closely, there's something on your back.... right, hiccup. That's backwards, huh? And, then, are you a fish-shaped Phantom?

"It's a chachi," Kujue mutters.

I see, chachi-shaped? Uh, I'm one of Shachi and the whales, so I thought you were a mammal, not a fish. Yeah, no, I've never seen it before, but I have a sharp form inside. Clearly, it looks strong. You don't have to do this kind of turkey, you're wearing it, so you can work there.

"Shush! What's wrong, Master, what's wrong with the money? Oh? Oh, come on, you hardly have any customers. Shasha, I'm so sorry you got away with this."

Phantoms laugh disgustingly. Okay, that's it. I can't allow myself to do whatever I want forever. I get up. The cloak flips. Hey, I'm afraid to step out.

"... oh? Oh, my God, I don't know if I'm in the way. Shasha, or will you give me some money?

"Don't do it."

Hide your right arm in the cape.

"I don't give a damn about you."

"Hey, Master. No way. You didn't hire this as a precautionary stick, man. Good, funny, you're gonna do it with me without a suit, Shasha! That's not a lick!?

The Shachi Phantom stepped on the floor with his feet. Apparently, he's pretty clean. It's easy and helpful.

"Master, in the back," is urged, and the master leaves the counter. I made sure he evacuated to the presidents, and I turned to the Phantoms.

Do you want me to set you up now?

What do we do, the bastard is alarmed. Do you want to pack it all at once? You want to intercept?

"Shasha, it's good you came out, but you're freaking out, huh?

It's like I'm not on guard. Good, then I'll make up my mind in one shot.

I stepped out.

"Let it out."

"Ah?"

The Shachi Phantom controls my steps with his hands.

"What are you hiding? My eyes don't deceive me." You look like you don't know where your eyes are on your face.

"I don't know if you're freaking out. I'm gonna put it down on three slices, pound vinegar on it, and I'm gonna eat it up."

"I'm not a fish! Shah!"

It turns good for the blood on your head. Either that or this guy must be cowardly. Is the strong attitude to hide the weakness of not wanting to be stepped in?

"Then come over there."

I only serve my left arm and invite you. The Phantom was staring at my hand.

"Let it out."

Shiatsu. Come quickly. Let him hit it.

"... okay," it's a pain in the ass, I guess. I'll set you up from here. Either way, there's one punch you can hit decently. Because of the character of the bastard, you'd be wary if you could avoid it.

Step in, get in.

"Shah!?

I'm not giving you my right arm until it's critical. Worst case scenario, I can't help but take one shot. But eat it properly.

"Whoa...!

Drop your hips. At the same time, flip the cape. The Phantom's vision will be stained in black. It's the belly you're after. From the top of the suit, I guess, but it doesn't matter. Third class can't just faint.

Make a fist. Squeeze tight. I got the feeling of power coming from the glove, drowned in the feeling of transmitting power to the glove, and I released a punch to shake it up. It definitely captures the Phantom's abdomen. Heavy, dull blows do pass.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Gee......!

Phantoms scream briefly. I couldn't raise my voice properly, and from the entrance, I blew into the concrete wall next to the stairs. Phantoms are physically capable of wearing suits. Still, the bastard floats the universe lightly and sticks to the wall.

You suck, this.

I didn't have a voice. It is outrageous. I was staring at my right arm blurry. Shit. This guy is too much. There is no recoil due to beatings. There are no restrictions. There are no conditions. Wow, I can hit as many shots as I want. I can beat him up as many times as I want. This is the happiest part.

"Shit. You should've thought of something cool."

When I look behind the store, the presidents have an incredible look on their face. Yeah.... yeah, yeah. I didn't want to see their faces like this. I think you're willing to admit I'm a great guy. Ha ha, praise. Admire me. Live with respect for my whole life! Lay low, you fool!

"What are you doing!?

"Ah?"

The president was pointing at me, no, what was beyond me.

"Shaaaaaaaa!"

"Ugh? Oh, my God."

"You're not stupid!? Stay alert. What are you gonna do?

Keep your head down, take a distance. Unbelievable, you Phantom, can you still move? I thought you screwed up with one shot.

"Shh, shh, shh... and meh...! Hmm, I thought you had it hidden. I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you!

Were you insulting me? Shit, yabe. What do we do? What do we do? No, I'll just hit it. Watch your step, you're fluttering.

I, again, no, lower my back deeper than I just did. But the Phantom is not in a hurry. The bastard reached for his back. What are you gonna do?

"I'm surprised, Shasha, not a second time. You're surprised I didn't fall down earlier, huh? You don't have anything to hide anymore, do you? I mean, that's what this is all about, right? You mean the Tane is over, right?

Phantoms grab their backs. I pulled it out. You're gonna pull it out?

"Shashasha, I cut it out," Shachi Phantom grips his pulled back and sets up. Apparently, the bastard was hiding his gains, too.... Reach is the short one, but it'll be enough for me with karate. Not good at last.

"Shut up, you, the power was no big deal about the speed of the punch anyway. I've eaten with my cape, but I'll never eat that hand again. Then it won't reach me. Hit it. I'll cut you off with this one before it arrives."

My hands are finding out as funny as it is. If you're so vigilant, you can't use the same hand.

"I see. It's a good head and tongue."

I'll put my left arm back in my cape.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"You seem to love money."

"Sha?"

The Phantom was questioned by me and laughed high.

"Shush shush shush! Yeah dude, what kind of guy doesn't like money, dude!?

Turn your left hand behind your jeans. Reach for what remains in your pocket.

"If I had money, I could do anything! What, what!

"... you're probably right"

"Shh, not generally. All of it. I'm not wrong about one thing. Money is everything. You know, shit."

Do you like money that much? I see.

"I get it. Sure it is, I can do anything with money"

"Shashasha, I bet you are!

"Even gold is ah..."

Pull your left hand out of the cape. Phantoms set it up. I scattered what I was grabbing. From the envelope, thirty bills pop up and dance. Keep your eyeballs open, and look at that. This is my money!

"Shh......!?

"You can probably beat me up!

The Phantom was distracted by my sincerity, but I'll get my money back soon.

But it's late.

Already I'm in the bastard's pocket, releasing my fist. Turn your hand around the back of the Phantom so that you don't let him get away with just shock. Thanks to this guy pulling out his disturbing back, he didn't have to suffer any extra scratches.

"Stop, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Anything in this world can be bought with gold. Perhaps you can get whatever money you have. But there are things that even money can't change. Even if you don't have the money, there's something you can get. I love money, too! I love you! But I'm sure there's something like that in this store. Scumbags like me. Then there's something you can't get. There's something third class shouldn't touch. There it is. You must have taken it from me!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?

One shot first. The Phantom's body floats, but I hold it tight. I won't let you sleep easily. When I kick him with my feet lightly, the Phantom whose body blow was piercing him flutters back. Try harder.

Drop your hips. Low, lower. From there, the fist you shook up, in the face of the bastard!

"Priceless, PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Fly. Definitely a clean hit. It's not like that the first time I'm tired of glove performance. The whole body, the punch I really hit. Now they're stood up. But apparently you don't need to worry about that. He's a Phantom who passed the entrance and hit the wall again, but his body is stuck in the conch.

"Ugh, lie... what, it...?

"Yay! Awesome, Aoi!

Honestly, I felt overdone. I don't think so, but you're not dead. I rush to the Phantom. When I finished my ears, apparently, I was breathing. I can even call a doctor and do something about it. Do you want me to call the police? Catching a Phantom would be a rare experience for them. Even Phantoms are just human beings if they even strip their suits off. Get caught normally, go to jail normally. Idiot.

"Now, now punch! Amazing!"

"Oh, oh? Oh, yeah?

The nine eyes that rushed over were awesome and sparkling. I pull it off a bit.

"… Aoi" president looked at me with some amazing eyes.

"You..."

Oh, no. Will they say anything about the gloves? But how am I supposed to explain this? I still tried to hide it, but I didn't think it was so powerful.

"Don't do it."

The president smiled. He is an age-appropriate, adorable smile. I don't know what to do. I think I'll try harder.

"Well," in the meantime, he doesn't even need to be deluded. I sneak off my gloves and weave my jacket. In the meantime, let's stick that in our pockets and hide it well in our jackets.

and look out for the Phantom with the Master still stuck in the wall. He was wondering what to say. But I get it. I'm delighted. It felt good, didn't it? My hands are shaking. I wasn't scared. Isn't that natural? It's like this.

"Apparently, the request is closed. Master, is this a good place?

Hey, don't tell me like you did.

The master was silent and bowed his head. From those eyes, a glimmer of tears. Have you been impressed by the return of your normal routine? I still don't get it. But there's definite peace coming back to this store tomorrow. Otherwise, no. Yeah, it must be.

The next day, I didn't have an organization job, so I decided to head over to Colors. I had made up my mind. He wanted praise anyway. Here's the thing, I still haven't gotten used to it, but no one else is happy to say 'wow' or 'cool'. Will you stay? If I were there, I'd punch you.

"You don't need a gala."

"What?"

So I just didn't get the point the president was making.

"'Cause yesterday I'm gonna sprinkle my money like that"

"No, that, you picked it all up later. Yeah, because it's a no-can. Well, assuming I was a billionaire, it's the president's job to make sure employees pay for their work."

I sit on the couch. There's no sign of any tea coming out.

"... right." I wasn't in a good mood. I wonder what makes you unhappy. Even the Phantom killed him, and the Master's shop protected him beautifully.

Still, the president exhales with worry. Hmm, where did you smile yesterday?

"Tell me if you need anything."

"Name."

Huh?

"Yesterday, I realized I wasn't thinking about your hero's name."

"No, it's nothing like that..."

"No, you can't. Horseman, Mr. Ocelot, number four following the cardboard fight machine. Take that, huh. I failed. Even if Colors were known, they'd have to know the name of Colors' hero."

I don't care what they say now. First of all, Oselot, you're the name that that department store thought of.

"It's your fault. 'Cause something that didn't feature. I mean, I put on my cape and glasses, not just Justice Aoi"

It's just...! So, what is it?

"That's good enough, don't let it rattle you. Tell that master that yesterday's hero was an eyeglass man."

"Eyeglasses are not meant for masters!

"Don't be mad at me like that," you complain about what you did, this guy. Apprentice Master Esmerald. I don't like or dislike that guy. Eat anything.

"You've done your job well. It's good enough."

"Ha... right"

The president opens the window and replaces the indoor air. I thought she was trying to change her mind.

"Aoi, how'd it go?

"What?

"I feel like I kicked the Phantom out of evil."

Feeling, hey. I don't know if it was a bad idea to be told now. Something's complicated, though. Me too, I guess one day I'll be busted like that. Like that.

"It was normal."

"Liar," the president points to me.

"'Cause you, you look like you're having fun"

I accidentally looked in the mirror, but the president looked at me like that and laughed small.