Here is Blue Justice!

I'm kidding. I don't buy that soft cream over there anymore. Absolutely. Damn it.

After hearing about my work, I decided to go to bed unfaithful in Colors, and when I woke up, the sun was falling asleep.

I was halfway out of the office in the form of a president kicking me out, heading back home. Along the way, I'll stop by the park. The soft creamer was there. Sure, I don't have more customers than I did the other day. I don't have kids leaning on me more than that. Ha ha! Get out of here!

"Oh, you are."

"Oh, you, uh"

As I sat on the park bench, my grandfather, who seemed calm at the waist, called out. Sure, he's got to do this right.

"It's a galaxy. Are you home from work?

"That's the place.... Oh, to find Nanaka?

The old galactic man smiled bitterly and sat down next to me.

"He seems to enjoy being outside rather than at home"

"Oh, really?"

It didn't look like fun at all.

"I'm usually here, but, uh, only today..."

The old galactic man drips.

"Grandson, it's a girl, and you're worried"

"Oh, no, well, yeah," kind of a bad tooth cut. Have I said anything extra?

"With that said, I wasn't named yet, was I? I say Aoi. It's a blue well. It's a well."

"In the meantime, you just unilaterally named this one. I'm sorry for being polite."

Unlike you, Grandpa is somewhat polite. It's a gentleman's behavior towards a young man like me. If you can, this is how I want to get old. I can't, though.

For a while, we'll stop opening each other's mouths. Slow time is flowing. I felt that way.

"... can Aoi come to this park well?

"Right. I've been using it as a passage lately. … there will be a store selling soft cream"

"Oh, it's totally getting hot. I see."

The old galactic man nods again and again.

"Is Aoi a freelancer?"

"It's close to"

"Was I? No, I don't want you to be offended. At this age, you're talking all the time."

"Oh, no, I don't care at all"

No, you taught this guy not to. He said he wasn't a jerk hanging around in the daytime. It's a hit. Exactly.

"Thank you. Well, I'm about to."

"Do you have any idea where you are?

"Some remain."

"Um, can I help you find it, too?

"No, I don't... thank you for worrying about me. Bye."

The old galactic took his hat and gave him one meeting. Then he slowly walked away with his cane.

When I got home, Ren was laughing naggingly. Apparently, they even do interesting shows.

"What are you looking at?

"Of tuna, demolition show"

This guy was like this.

"Oh well. I have work to do tonight, but leave a message, nice to meet you."

"Yes.... haha, fish is amazing! My eyes have been dead since the beginning!

The organization's modest room. The whiteboard has the letter 'Procurement'. Something.

"What do you want me to procure?

"I don't know. Hey, best of all, explain it."

The man who hits the most with the numbers exhales, putting down oily magic. It looked terribly depressing and I had a bad feeling.

It's a tank.

The tank, huh?

"What? A new punishment game or something?

"Otherwise. Come on, look, it's the tropical fish I've stolen. I hear Mr. Esmerald stopped eating. So, except for the guy who liked it, he gave it back to the store. Instead, prepare a tank or whatever you need to keep it."

Apparently the penguin-shaped Phantom persuaded him well. But that's amazing. I can't believe I suppress Lady Esmerald's appetite.

"... so? Who's gonna bring it? Who's gonna give the fish back to the store?

"Which one of you is bringing a water tank?

"Well, I knew..."

Um, it's a store. So what, we're going to return most of the tropical fish we stole from the store, and now we're going to steal the tank from the store?

"Drop it!

"Oh, but we can keep it too."

"What?............... Tropical fish?

The best snorts loudly. Don't be ridiculous, you bastard.

"I don't need it!

"The fish will heal you!

"What a goodie! What a goodie!

Until the other day, the guys who were raising their blood trail to the magic girl figure were angry.

A few hours later, we had a large tank in our numbered modem. Bubbles bubble up, up to the surface, disappear. Thirteen large adults were healing as they surrounded the colorful fish. Just wondering if this is still the case.

"Hey, that's good."

"But it's some kind of killing scenery, isn't it?

"I saw it on TV before, but I was putting in a tree that could hide fish or something like that."

"There's no tree anywhere."

"Oh, well, let's put this in"

"Oh, hey, don't let me in like that!

Uh, uh, uh.

Potong, Potong, they sink into the tank one after the other. In the laid gravel, it buried. … is a broken leg or part of a magic girl figure that touches the hand. They got hurt, fell and twisted because of the rough way we played.

"... what is this?"

"It's a hell of a picture."

Now the girls are entertaining the fish at the bottom of the tank. No, the figure is a figure, even if it's just the torso. Even when he looks like this, he continues to pierce the way he does.

I don't know what the River Midway looks like.

You know what?

Having enjoyed the tropical fish, I was on my way to Grandpa's. This is to show the expectation that you are working on making a suit and the salary, or sincerity, that came into my nostalgia during this time.

Hey, are you alive?

Grandpa's room was as dirty as ever. He said, "I'll sort it out so I know."

"What is it, you?"

"It's me. So, it's quick."

I sit on the floor.

"Suit, what's it like?

"Oh, you can't have your share. Not at all."

"... why not?

Grandpa slaps himself on the shoulder with his other hand as he taps the keyboard with one hand.

"They're the suit hunters. Some of our youngsters got hit."

"Uh, so, more guys asked your grandfather for a suit"

There's no reason to prioritize you.

Shit. Sentinel security coverage. Seriously, I'm blind.

"Fair enough. That's not what I'm here for today." I'll show you the envelope and give it to Grandpa.

"Well, good faith."

"Thank you very much."

Grandpa missed it without looking at the contents of the envelope.

"Eat something that will nourish you."

"After a busy mouth."

Grandpa, who says so, looks kind of in a good mood.

"Is something wrong?

"Do I look that way?" I can see.

Actually, I heard from an old friend.

Yeah, I had friends with my grandfather.

"Well, he's been alive a long time."

"I'm not doing anything to you anymore."

"Just kidding. So, what? You're here for the reunion announcement."

Grandpa doesn't say anything and takes a jammed bottle of tablets out of his desk drawer. If you're just eating like that, you're gonna die one day.

He asked me to look at the prototype.

A prototype?

"A friend of your grandfather's, too, scientist? Is he like that?

"Mm-hmm. Sounds like a big deal, I was anxious. Well, I can't help it now either. I told you I'd take a look when I got rid of my errands, but they don't have time."

Hmm. I can't believe you asked for my opinion, Grandpa.

"Is that guy making suits, too?

"No, he hates suits, rather. What he makes is a weapon. It's relatively large, too."

"Tanks, fighters, like that?

"Well, like that. It's one of those so-called manoeuvres that humans fly."

That's awesome. What the hell kind of guy makes a tank fighter?

"Why don't you make it too?" I'd like to get in because it's good for once. Get on. I want to superpilot.

"Oh, I mean, it takes money and time, like an asshole. Number one, it's not my hobby. We have to do this kind of thing with hobbies, we can't hang out for long."

Persuasive.

"The suit takes less effort, and if you just break it anyway, you'll choose the suit. Even you would, wouldn't you?

"Hey, get in front of me. If I had a robot, I'd pick that one."

"What are the shortcomings of mobile weapons, in human resources. You have to raise a pilot to use a weapon. But raising people is harder than building machines. First, call someone who is a candidate, see aptitude, let the manual tap into your head, and stain your body as well. You have to train your body as well as your knowledge. Besides, what about training? It is also difficult to secure a place. Heroes and other organizations will have trouble sniffing you out."

If that's what they say, I might certainly pick a suit. Anyway, even a suit and a robot don't make a big difference. Suit's easier if you just break it. I don't need training.

"Then it's depressing to make the cockpit part"

"Why?

"I guess I'll have to fit in with the pilot's physique. The weapon made in the corner also makes no sense if the chosen person can't get on there"

Then I'd like to tell you to make something that doesn't choose people, but that's what I can't do, and it's Grandpa who doesn't choose in the first place and isn't in the choice from the beginning. His friend would be something similar. You're a freak. You're a freak.

"Well, then, your grandfather's friends didn't just make weapons."

"Mm?"

"No, you mean you raised the guy on that weapon, too, right?

"... well, if you say so, yeah. But are there others who follow him?"

Aren't perverts supposed to follow perverts? One or so of them would be like that.

"Large weapon, hey.... you can't move it in this city, can you?

"I don't know. I know what you're doing, but you didn't ask where you were doing that. If we're lucky, we might be able to see his new weapon up close."

What are you laughing at?

Absolutely, this is why freaks are in trouble. Weird and jizzy is more troublesome.

"When will my suit be finished?"

"Oh, yeah. We've got something interesting to do, let's do it."

Grandpa stands up naughty. It seemed like a penny to my grandson, even like that.

"What are you giving me?

Shield! Shield! Good. That's good! No, I don't have a suit. That's what I need, a protective tool. You do it, Grandpa. You're a boulder.

"Here."

"Ooh."

It was the octopus that was given to me. It's not Octopus, it's Kite.

Kites. New Year's play. Float puffy in the wind.

"This is the shield? You're telling me to die."

The skeleton is metal and cute, but the tension is a thoughtful cloth. Something's wrong with my hand.

"You look firmer! Chitty! Hide your head. You can't hide everything else!

"Shut up.... you know, Aoi. You, you know the diamond?

"Naturally."

In fact, I've never seen it with these eyes.

"It's easy to crush an array, too. Diamonds, too, would be raw stones at first. If you don't crush it, you can't use it for decoration. I can crush it with a hammer. Diamonds can smash into each other. You know, no matter how hard it is, it still breaks."

"But come on."

"On the contrary. How do you crush something soft? How do we collapse? How do we pierce it? Soft matter, hit the shield and put it on."

"Hmm. If you say so, I feel that way..."

"Aoi, you skeleton, push the middle exit."

I'll push it as I'm told. Then, the outing protruded further and the kite opened badly like an umbrella and grew larger. He's grown! I feel like there was some sort of pattern similar to this!

"Wow!

"You can cover your whole body with this. When restoring it to its original size, try pushing back the outing. Smaller. Ho, that looks like just a cloth, but it's a new material. Don't worry, it's durable, bulletproof and blade proof."

"That's super convenient!

"Ho, ho, ho!

Stiff things are crushed.

The softer it is, the harder it is to pierce.

I see, it may indeed be. I noticed a new fact. Excellent. The world has spread.

But Grandpa simply wanted to try new materials, and I needed a lot of time until I realized that fact.