Here is Blue Justice!

It's still gold. Whatever you do, you need money. But I don't have any money. The organization's combatant payroll is the best way to live. There is no further way. There's hardly any savings. The only way to make money is if you're a hero dispatcher. But there was no money there either. I'm the only hero. Besides, I can't even get a suit for one. There's no way this is going to stop by for a good job. I need a suit. As soon as possible. I need money to do this. We need money to make money. Nothing like that. What a vain, intelligent world. An infinite loop of grandeur. The president says it's a trick from a small thing, but then no. I stop standing up first.

The story is surprisingly simple. I mean, if they can get a suit without hanging the money, that's fine. The problem is that way. But I've been a member of an evil organization for six years, even though I'm a lowlife. I had one or two thoughts.

I was thinking about that in the spare room after work.

Yeah, let's move. I remember, but it's an auspicious day. Let's go meet someone we know.

Being a fighter for six years is a long time in our organization. No heroes caught me, no terrible injuries, they've come for now. But if the depression doesn't go up, he's even getting punched in the pussy. Well, my face widened for that matter. The person I'm about to meet is one of them. It's comforting to say a friend. I feel different calling you my boss, too. He's a little unusual.

Exit the depot and proceed through the dim hallway. Instead of creating an atmosphere as an evil organization, simply, the lights were just out around here. There won't be any money to replace it, and I don't suppose you're going to replace it up there. Interpreted, lower end. It is a combatant zone. But if we go a little further, we'll be brighter. It's a place where guys like me shouldn't come in. but that's me with a wider face than the others. Walk with your hips low as you snap at the guard person. Turn a few corners, go down the stairs, continue down the long corridor and go up the stairs again. Sometimes I don't know where this place is, but I'm used to boulders. Long hallways, turning corners, knocking on doors of thrust. No reply, but as a courtesy.

I'm coming in.

It was dark in the room. But I don't have any problems with lighting. Because there is a computer in the room, and the display that you leave on shines a brilliant light. The floor is wired, paper cut, and no foot trail. There is no sense of life, but the intended person is hardly out of this room. How, he's alive.

Hello, Grandpa.

No reply. but found an old man in white with his back round and poking at his desk. I wonder if he was working on something and fell asleep along the way, he's burying his face on the keyboard. In the meantime, I rocked it. I didn't wake up, so I calm my hips in the right place. It was out of the way, so I don't know. I kicked the machine and left it behind.

"... Mm, gu..."

"Oh, it's a customer. What, are you glittering with your computer again?

Grandpa wakes up. He moves his body slowly and stares at the display. I stroked my gray hair with my hand and smothered my white beard with my fingers. It is white from what to what.

"... you. I'd say it's not a computer."

"Oh, it's you. Workstations and stuff like that."

"No. The workstation... oh, that's good enough. I don't know what you're talking about. In the first place, I don't even think I understand."

Computers are all the same. If I could do the internet, that would be fine.

"Chi, if you think I haven't slept in a long time, this is it."

"Uh, how many days?

"Twenty-three or four," if you leave me alone, this grandfather keeps waking up until he goes crazy. That's all, I guess I enjoy hitting the keyboard. I'm so jealous of you. Humans, I don't want to get this far.

"Think about your age. I don't know how old I am."

"Um, I forgot too. Wow. So, I guess I have some errands. Get it done quickly."

As I say, Grandpa slaps the keyboard with his eyes on the display. There are also four keyboards, near Grandpa. Hit them all with a motion he won't precipitate. Beat it, beat it, keep beating it.

Honestly, I don't really know who this grandfather is either. He was a fairly old person in the organization (fulfilled, though I don't know if he's really human) and said he would be forgiven for doing anything. When I first joined the organization, it was the beginning in the first place that I went to deliver the mesh to this grandfather. It's been six years since I've known him, but all I know is that Grandpa seems so smart. It seems good because, in fact, I don't know if I'm smart. Probably already crazy. But I guess this grandfather is a genius.

"I need a suit."

"... for about six million. Yes, I have one."

"No, I don't have any money. You know combatants like me are poor, right?

This grandfather is very strong when it comes to developing suits and weapons. This grandfather is mostly involved in the organization's suits for combatants, suits tailored to each and every Phantom, and the making of weapons. Says, hobby, let's do it. Besides, it makes something that performs far better than the technical squad you have in the organization, so it's not easy. Honestly, the tech squad hates me so much.

"A combatant would be paid a generic one. So bear with me. If you want it, you're coming out."

"I know, I know. But do something about it, please. Right?"

Wink it up. They spit on me.

"You got it! It's your room, right?

"I threw up because it was my room. You don't have any money and you want a suit? Don't lick me, you fucking kid."

Terribly honest. But I came here because I wanted you to bend over there.

"Gold, gold, gold. Your grandfather has gotten a little more intelligent. Okay, then, make it so cheap. For about a hundred yen a dress."

"... you, what are you going to do? One of the combatants has ignored the rules of the organization and asked me for a suit. You know what that means? I can't help being seen as treacherous."

Ugh. Sure, it must be. Well, if you say you're betraying me in a way, you're betraying me. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore.

"I'm not doing anything. I just want it. Fighters in the organization, I understand the position. Even if I get a suit, I won't wear it."

"Uhm. Well, yeah," Grandpa tried to get up from the chair, but he was sitting right back down because he was hipping badly.

"I've also known you there for a long time. It's one of the few people I know. If you don't have any extra suspicions, you don't have to make them."

"Are you serious?

Yay, awesome. I'll tell you what. No, I don't know what to have.

"There are conditions."

"Oh, say anything"

"It's still not funny to say pro bono either. I want money."

After all, it's gold! I know that's why you're saying you don't have any money, Grandpa.

"That's not what I meant. Gold is the easiest sincerity in the world. I want to see your sincerity. In good faith, that's all I'll make. I'll make it cheaper than the rest of the Phantoms."

Um, well, I don't have a choice. No, I'd rather be thankful. I didn't think you could get it for free. Just because it gets cheaper, it would be worth telling Grandpa.

"I don't know what that means, but how much should I prepare?

"I'll leave that to you."

Yeah, well, for now.

"Hey, how about this, Grandpa?"

"... what is this?"

"Look, you don't understand. Three hundred yen balls is three hundred yen. Wow, I can buy two hundred yen things. We need to think about sales taxes. Three."

Grandpa received three hundred yen and left it in his pocket in white. And he didn't say anything anymore. Reflection. But you want your money back.

Well, money. I can handle even the money. Even the suit is going to be cheap to get. Yeah, I see hope. Let's just go back to the canteen and get our stuff and go home. It's time to wash the suit you're wearing right now.... or you can do it in the organization as much as laundry the suit. I can't clean it. It's a hassle to wash yourself.

"Oh, hey, Aoi"

"Huh? Oh, what's up?

Walking down the hallway, the coal bamboo chief called me off. Today's chief is facial. I'm an old man who can't, but I'm in a better position than I am, so I still shrivel.

"You haven't seen the whiteboard?

"Ya haha. 'Cause I don't have the edge."

"I knew you hadn't seen it. Well, good if you stayed. There's someone calling you."

My heart hurts. Awesome. I freaked out. No way, did you find out I asked your grandfather for a suit? No. Does that mean I work for a hero agency? Yah, yah, yah, yah.

"Hmm, what's wrong with your complexion? I figured I'd stop today."

"Never mind. Uh, that's it, who's calling me?

Lady Esmerald.

Esme......? Who, that guy? Are you Japanese?

"He's the one who plays our Four Heavens King. Well, I don't get involved with fighters. You don't know, normal."

Huh. I knew there were people called Four Heavens, but I have no idea who those four are. As a fighter in the organization, I don't know what that feels like, but I don't see him, and it doesn't matter what it doesn't matter. I guess they're great people anyway. You're an executive, executive. Sounds good. But how come one of those four kings is calling me?

"Yeah, well, I'll tell you soon and I'll tell you first. Congratulations, Aoi, you're here."

SHUSSE? For a while I didn't understand the meaning of the word. Um, who's gonna shush?

"Hey, don't harden up. Well, I'm not a Phantom when it comes to birth. With numbers, though."

"... oh, my God. Is that what you mean?" Kind of disappointing. Can't you be a Phantom?

Numbered means a limited number of lower-level combatants, a unit made up of selected men. Troops with numbers, just as limited among Phantoms, can only have the chosen one. By the way, the numbers come from the suit they wear. The number is inscribed around the chest. Dashi but strong. Besides the lower end, the guns and salaries go up as well. Sure, one squad was about thirteen, I guess. Um, speaking of elite groups, it sounds awesome, so let's do that and touch it around.

"Besides, it comes with the numbers of the Four Heavens King, Lady Esmerald. Honestly, I envy you enough."

"Oh, really? I don't really feel like it."

"Oh, I guess so."

It seems the slave guts were stained, and I had absolutely no connection to going up there or any of those words. So I still don't get it.

"So, what do we do? You wanna go face-to-face now?

"Hey, I'll stop today. Well, next time..."

"What, are you nervous? Well, that's good. Now look at the board."

The chief goes somewhere. I couldn't move blindly.

Am I born? After all, I don't get realistic. You should be glad you're happy, hmm. Well, you'll know that when it's tomorrow. Maybe it's all dodgy.

The next day, the work of the organization started at night, so I wasn't running errands, but I was walking to Colors without meaning.

I wanted to be proud of someone. When I woke up asleep, the letter "birth" was suddenly appreciated. This is a chase wind. I don't have any money. But I want a suit. When I asked my grandfather for a suit, a numbered story broke in. Obviously, heaven is on my side. Heh, heh. No, I figured I'd quit or something. Let's try harder in that organization. I don't want to imitate you hanging sand on your hind legs. I mean, isn't that untrue? Yeah, it must be.

"I'm not giving you anything."

That's what the president said when he saw my face. I haven't said anything yet.

"No, I don't need anything."

I'll just sit on the couch. The president seemed uncomfortable. Because I decided not to care about that today.

"There's nothing at work. Although I regret it."

"Heh," I hammer my heartless.

"... what can I do for you? I'll tell you what, if you're heartless, don't do it."

"No, no, rather, if you're worried about money, maybe you won't need it"

The president hits me with a gaze of suspicion. No reluctance, no forgiveness. It's just a straight eye trying to gauge only the truth.

"Well, birth? You do, right, me?"

"You will remain a leech for the rest of your life."

"Not here!

And you're a hiccup all your life!? I think I'll quit this place already. Me!

"I told you I was hanging it. So, well, it's not that big of a deal, but I was told my salary would go up."

"Well, that would help us, too. You don't mind if I cut your salary for that, do you?

"Fine! You really know that if I get away with this, I'm gonna lose my hero."

"Something to sue if you run away. Something you can't pay for, huh? If you're gone on your own, find it, drag it to the root, rip it off, and hurt it so you can't get that feeling again."

Maybe you mean it, not like rushing or lightning up. Horrible.

"You dictator.... Actually, the suit could work out this way."

"What do you mean? Shh, really?

"Seriously. I've got a little twitch, I might be able to buy it cheap. Well, it's totally undecided when it's gonna happen."

"That's not amazing!

Oh, oh? The president is happy. Unusual.

"I misunderstood you. More guzzled, scumbag, cunt triplets. What I thought was irresistible Locudenasi! I sincerely despised myself for being the most hated person in the world. But looking for a suit athe without being told anything is not a fine slave gut-stained company saver! It's a boulder, Viva."

"Thank you very much."

What's a hero? What is justice? In the meantime, if I get a suit, I'll bump this mom by the time she can't get back on track.