Here is Blue Justice!

Coupler men and cans are placed in front of me. It is dinner this evening. Something tells me you've been eating good food.

"Hey, get in a good mood."

Ren was sipping cup noodles first like that.

"I'm sorry. No, it happened. I forgot."

"... stretch, it"

Shit, they're abandoning my chores. You bastard, I know you've been apologizing for a long time. But I can't get out strong. Because if you make Ren angry any more, my life will be gone.

In the meantime, I sipped the noodles. It tastes nostalgic. No, it's been a long time since you've had an impromptu.

"Where's the can cut?

"What?"

"It's a can cut, can cut"

Ren reaches for the can after staring at me. When I wondered what I was going to do, I grabbed the lid with my bare hands.

"Is this good?

"Oh, yeah. It's okay."

It was a quiet dinner. Still, it's not enough. I want white rice. I want meat. I want to drink miso soup.

"It was my fault."

Ren has already laid a futon and pretended to sleep. Naturally, but you didn't lay my share.

It is intolerable for a once raised standard of living to fall. No one can resist the magic of a warm meal. Must be.

"Please forgive me."

"Ya"

He said it was time to go to the organization.

Enough is enough. Get upset on your own. Idiot.

"I'm going to work, but you have to leave a proper message."

"You can go on your own."

It might be easier than being wasted if you don't go. Anxiety lingers, but work is work. In the meantime, let's just say we go out.

With active numbers, eleven so far. You won't be able to do a lot of work until the first two people who got hit get back together.

"Go home."

It was good to show your face to the organization, but it came with few numbers other than mine. Edo gave me permission to go home, too, and I'm in trouble. Honestly, it's a shame to go back home. If Ren is awake, we have to deal with the grumpy guy. I guess I don't have a job.

What are we gonna do, talk about holding a cane? Information is not zero. There are three cane holders. Star anise and delphinium. The cane they hold, the voice of a young girl. And a hundred ghost peony chasing a cane holder. Maybe there's someone in the organization who knows something.

"What's wrong, Aoi?"

"Um, did you know anything about cane holding?

"Oh," he mutters, taking Edo's eyes off the paperwork.

"I heard you were doing some sabotage at a city department store today. Did you know that?

"I didn't know"

"This time, I don't know the target of the cane. I was stepping on someone wearing a suit, but there didn't seem to be any heroes or fighters in that department store."

No, it is. Me or Ren were there then, but I wasn't wearing a suit. Although the wand bearer may recognize the heroes in other ways. Could it be that their purpose was Mr. Hundred Ghosts?... No, that's in reverse order. First, that wand has a verse that I wasn't comfortable with the emergence of Mr. Hundred Ghosts. I can't. I can't. I don't know anymore.

"It's horrible to say power without purpose. I see no reason to stop, no means to stop. However, this one can only be defeated by force."

"As for us, how are we doing after all?"

"I'm sorry you guys are numbered, but I think I should be"

If possible, will someone else shut the cane holder up? Or wait for me to make you weak. Mr. Edo has chosen to wait. Unlike the lower end like me, he's the owner of a bowl that binds some troops together. Come on, I don't imitate my own fighting power.

I'm not Mr. Edo. Not as smart as he is.

"Let me know if you find anything else"

"I'm going to. I want you to let me know if you grab anything."

"Okay."

Again, let's not talk to Mr. Edo. Better to hear from a lower end like me, like this, fluffy guy, than that.

There are a bunch of fluffy guys in this organization besides me. But adding the condition that you know about cane holders, that number will decrease steadily. Furthermore, there are no people I can speak to with ease.

"Good morning, Grandpa." So, it's Grandpa.

It's always a room where you don't really know what you're doing. These many computers, what do you say you use them for? One is enough.

Grandpa was eating something. It's a late hour for dinner, but he has an irregular life, so I guess he doesn't even care. I wonder what you're eating, it's a tablet. He took it out of a small bottle and threw it roughly into his mouth.

"Vitamins or something? If you're concerned about your health, you can live a better life."

"Hmm, what the combatants of the evil organization preach?" That must be it.

"Don't Esmerald troops have jobs again?

Sort of. Again, I don't know.

"Esmerald's place has a sweet crush on his men. The fighters are disposable. I don't know where it is."

"Your grandfather won't understand. Let's talk a little bit more than that."

"Aoi. Talking to you will not yield fruit. Just spend your time and you're done."

Don't be ridiculous.

"You know what a talking cane is?

"Wand talk? What kind of Silomon is that?"

I told my grandfather about the Hundred Ghosts and the Canes. He was acting like he was making a fool of himself at first, but he gradually became interested. Start making notes of something or something.

"Do you have a cane? Do you really talk about what they get? Isn't it just making noise?

"No. Oh, no. He looked like he had a will of his own."

"A weapon that supports combat by voice."

Frowning to think about it, Grandpa roared.

"There is no such thing. But I've never heard anything so smooth as to make you realize that you're alive."

I don't need a word.

"And in the voice of a child, you say? Don't have a bad taste. I can't even think of that. I'm not actually going to make it, even if I thought of it."

"Sort of. Inside, there was something disgusting."

"Genius and Nantka are not a piece of paper after all."

Yeah, yeah, Grandpa snorts like one convinced. No way, you're putting yourself in there, too.

"Don't you have any idea? Like the guy who made it."

"If there was such a guy, some organization would want it. Hate and I have nothing..."

"... So does the name Hundred Ghosts sound familiar to you?

"Hundreds of ghosts? Mogi, mogi..."

Grandpa wants to get bogged down and repeat the same words. I got a little nervous.

"Hundreds of Ghosts, Kusuke"

"What?

"Oh, I remember. Whoa, whoa. Definitely. Well, I guess he can do it."

Explain it to me so I can see it. Who's Hundred Ghosts Kusuke?

"I'm a pervert." What?

"That point is similar to mine. Hundreds of ghosts make suits out of hobbies."

"Hobbies, huh? Where's that guy?"

I'll tell you what, I'll see Grandpa. He was here, too.

"Sure, I've only seen it once. A few years ago, a guy came to our tech department to sell it. Oops. I was called in to examine you. Hundreds of ghosts were chased back with their hobby-made suits and weapons."

Driven back? No, but you said you wanted it to be any organization.

"I told you I was a pervert. The suit a hundred ghosts brought was that of a hero. Besides, it's for kids. With a pretty dress. Who in the evil organization would wear it?"

A few years ago, was that suit complete? Besides, they brought it to us.

"What about the wand? What about the wand?

"I talked to you. It's just not what you say. It was a mechanical, inorganic voice. Not very much, but I thought you were alive."

Is that it? Could it be connected? A hundred ghosts is rarely a surname. There must be a connection between that housewife and that inventor.

"How old was that Hundred Ghosts Kusuke?

"I'm not young. but younger than me. Well, it looked like forty or something in front of it."

Brother. Father. No, maybe, I felt different. Hundred Ghosts Kusuke must be that guy's...

"What does your cane holding have to do with Hundred Ghosts Kusuke?

"Oh, ninety-nine."

The wand must have been made by a bastard named Kusuke. I'm not sure why Mr. Hundred Ghosts are chasing those guys, but I saw a little. Or maybe he's a collaborator. Those girls have canes that would have been made by Kusuke. But we don't even know if it's his enemy or his ally.... Is that it? There's more I don't know, okay?

"Grandpa, where is Hundred Ghosts Kusuke?

"Know what? But it's not a common name. Find out for yourself."

I mean, if I did that from the beginning, Grandpa wouldn't have told me I didn't like it. Idiot, me.

Hundred Ghosts Peony. Baihao Kusuke.

Find out the connection between the two. Yeah, I'll check it out. But what am I supposed to do? First of all, what should I find out from? Uh, where do I find out? Who am I supposed to ask? No, it's refreshing. Let's ask professionals for this kind of thing.

In the meantime, let's go home once. The train is still running.... although there are ghosts in the house. Let's hope you're asleep.

Get on the train. Every crap. Good to get to the station, but I didn't want to go home right away. I want to hang out some more. Fortunately, I have plenty of power. Township at night. It might be a good idea to go to a hidden bar. Yes. What about going to that master's shop? But I remember the contents of my wallet, and I was stunned. I almost peed. As a household, he kept the money with Ren. No, that's not the full price. I don't even believe in him a hundred par. So I only gave you about 80% of it. You're right.

"Let Idaten Maru treat you"

I remember, but it's an auspicious day. Take out the phone and hang it on the number of the idaten circle. The date's just changed, and you're awake.

"............... Something"

"Ah, me. Free now?

'No, I'm busy reading comics right now. Do you know, Lord Aoi? What's a comic book read under the moonlight?'

"You're going to have a bad eye. You mean you're free to read comics. Come out in front of the station for a moment. Let's have a drink."

'.................. I'll go if I can'

A convenient way to say no, like in elementary school!

"Please. I don't feel like going home right now. I'll give you your money back, so please say hello tonight."

"... is that what happened? But I'm not compatible with alcohol. '

"Well, you can just watch me drink"

"Thank you, Lord Aoi, but in such a way..."

"Sorry. I was in a bit of a shape"

But, hey, you're the only one who seems to be able to rely on me. I won't even call you with numbers anyway - and my lower end combatant colleagues won't even answer the phone until I know it's someone's treat.

"And then there's something I need you to do."

'.................. ok. I'll be right there. Please wait.'

"Sorry."

You can drink, and let Idatenmaru find out about Hundreds of Ghosts. I'm a ninja. More professional than I am.