Here is Blue Justice!

In retrospect, I've come across a lot of things.

I didn't even think about working as a hero until a while ago, when I was just a fighter.

Hero Dispatcher, I take care of Colors. The president, Miko Swan, is as rough as the crowd is fucking, but he's come this way somehow, and it's not a tough hit these days. Finally, you must have begun to revisit your assessment of me. Either that or I'm in trouble. You don't even pay for suits and weapons, because you're doing it alive. This way.

Weird people have come out lately. Hiroshima Valve's servant lady moved next door, she's a suit hunting security company, she's a Nantka family... I don't know how to count her.

Depending on what I said, I can still live today.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"Hey, stop it. I'll lose my friends when I talk about it."

"No, no, no, no, because that's not it. It's just, you know, it's like a life-changing water purifier or selling me a cooker that enriches my life."

"Wow, it's starting to smell like some kind of multi-rat allergy"

"Let's ignore the number two thing from today on!

The beginning and end of what emerges from emerging religions, huh?

"Number 13, it's work."

"... oops"

I'm not a hero tonight, I'm a fighter. Deploy Esmerald Squad as numbered.

My job today is to assist Phantoms. It is the dimension of launching raids on facilities that are affordable in the name of fostering new Phantoms. This time it's the clockmaker who's after us. The city's jewelry stores often have heroes on their turn, and newcomers are heavily loaded. So one downgrade is what I call a watch. In particular, there are times when there are heroes in any dilapidated store, and there is a pattern where heroes run stores in the first place.

"Hyo-hyo-hyo-hyo-hyo-hyo! It was so easy to work today!

... just some lucky days. Sometimes it's just a good day to break down a door and smash a glass case. It's a hit today. I never met a hero, and I have time for the guards to get here. You'll have plenty of room to steal everything in the store.

"You guys can have whatever you want!

"Yee-haw!"

I don't know what to do with this.

"Ah? Don't touch me, I'm the one with the eyes."

"Sooner or later, you'll win!?

"Hyah ho!"

Packed in a lump bag, we tried to get into the wagon. but the car had been smashed. The bonnet is dented and the door in the back seat has been unbroken and stripped. I don't know what that means.

With numbers, even leopard-shaped Phantoms are stuck. I feel like I've been plunged into hell from heaven. What happened?

"Leopard, leopard, so, who did it? Where and when did you do it...!?

It's me.

"Hyo-!?"

The black wind went through. At the same time that I thought so, the Phantom is blown away and slammed by a watchmaker's glass door.... Enemy attack. A hero showed up.

"Spread out, wow -!"

Someone screams. The thirteen of us surrounded the car and looked around in the form of a back to it.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Seriously! You set me up at the worst possible time!

"Phantom. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I haven't seen that in a long time!

"That's why I suck at the rookie amulet!

Right. Left. Where are you coming from? Though newcomer, the suit worn by the leopard Phantom is classy. Yet he was kicked off without a shine. Even considering the lack of experience, it is just a blow to the boulder. Our cheap suit at the bottom is going to be decided on.

"... the car, isn't it still moving?

"Whoa, whoa, yeah. We're getting away!"

Number eight, who was near the driver's seat, opens the door with momentum. The next moment, he blew far backwards. I don't have time to be sure what happened. Perhaps the raiders were lurking in the car and watching for a chance. We got out of the car, and there was nothing more we could do from there. Scattered numbers are knocked down with one person, another. It's late when you think the black wind has blown.

"Grr...... ohhhhhh?

Strong shock to the back, I rammed to the ground. For being conscious, I can't help but be bitter and bitter. While resenting the performance of the halfway suit, I raised my gaze to see who the raider was.

There was only one person standing on this spot, a young man, wrapped in a black cloak. You look a lot younger than us. Probably still a teenager. He looks like a high school student and has a lot of pride this way. What surprised me was to say that he was wearing jeans, without a mask, and exposed his face.... I mean, this fucking kid isn't wearing a suit. We fighters were just fucked by ordinary people.

"... lying, right...?

The boy who beat us up looks around at the squatting combatants and tells them with no expression at all.

"I'll have a suit," he said. That's what I said.

No way, are those Sentinel Security guys? But the boy is not wearing a military uniform. Something, I felt different. Not if you care about that in this situation. Suit is stolen. It's not insured! If it's damaged or lost! You're gonna have to bear the full amount over here!

"Let me do it. Ahhh!

"Whoa, whoa, it's still a long way to payday!

"Kill him!"

The colleagues who were supposed to have fallen rise and face the boy. Everyone feels the same way.

"Hyo Hyo Hyo Hyo Hyo, now, all aboard!

A Phantom, who was useless, is arranging a driver's seat at some point. Apparently the engine is already running and the numbers started getting in the car.

"... what? Stay."

"Who waits!

"You're dead, you fucking kid!

When it comes to escape, our evil organization is top notch. The boy tries to chase him, but he can't catch up without a suit. For one thing, thank God.

"What was that, the one just now"

"Suit, you weren't wearing it, were you?

"But it was so strong and so fast."

"You're a new hero.... I remember that servant."

A hero without a suit, huh? I didn't know there was such a peculiar one besides me. Looks like he said give me the suit or something, and maybe he's hired by an outside, awesome, poor dispatch agency. I got hit by a bump, but it was me who felt strange empathy for the kid earlier.

The next day, I was on my way to Colors with two of your kids as I mopped my sore back. When I get to the office and sit on the couch, I accidentally look up.

"... what if it comes. I wonder if you didn't like coming here so much."

As usual, the President's words were cold. Then the gaze is also cold.

"Tiny. I'm hitting my back. It's amazing."

"Oh, yeah. I'll tell you what, because I'm not even responsible for an injury in private. Be careful with that."

"Uh, uh, well, that's sweet. So, what are you trying to make me do today?

"What, that attitude?"

Often, stare at each other.

"... Aoi is in a bad mood today"

"Yeah. I mean, even if I tried to give you a back, I'd never say no. You think that's weird, don't you?

Let it go.

"Well, fine. Because I'll use it for you at best.... please. There's a Phantom out there."

"Current progression?

"Yeah, it's Aienousie. There's a Phantom standing in a jewelry store. Earlier, someone from there asked me to help.... at a hugely low price"

You're a jewel dealer. I guess that's why the president is reluctant, and in the first place, he must be making requests to other hero dispatchers. What a frigid place for Colors is the last fort - or for the one in the store, it must have been a straw thought.

"Let's take it. It's my job."

"You're riding. That's unusual."

My back hurts, but I'm not a jerk to work. Whatever it is, you need money to live.

"Sort of. In the meantime, let's go check it out. You just have to decide if it works there. Oh, Len and I are leaving a message."

"Why?!? I want to go, too. I want to go."

"No," I said, staring at Ren.

Last time, I asked her to help me with something called infiltration, but let's not forget that she is still being chased. If that's what you mean, even Len is being targeted by the Gloshuras. I thought it was pathetic to leave only one person, my kindness. Swallow and weep for generous treatment.

"Oh, I don't mind. Shut up there. Are you saying you can't listen to Masayoshi?

"Because..."

Ren is staring at everything.

"Hmm. Masayoshi, good boy or bad boy, which do you prefer?

"Heh? Oh, yeah, well, of course it's up to a good boy,"

"So you're a bad boy not to listen. Masayoshi doesn't like bad kids."

"Ugh..."

No boulders. It's already beyond me when it comes to handling Ren.

In the end, Ren had to break. I'm sorry, but, well, I want you to wait here.

"... ok. Come back soon, brother."

"Okkeoke"

"Be careful. I don't like it when you get hurt or something, right?

"I'm not hurt, either. Don't worry."

Once broken, Ren will be honest with me. For one thing, something like peace of mind. Now you're finally going to make it to the crime scene.

In the car headed to the scene,

"Good boy."

The president said it was pompous. I don't know if you were referring to Len or anything else. Don't you dare ask.

"It would be nice if you could just grow up."

"Heh, yeah," what a laugh.

"... Aoi by the way. Do you believe in God?

God?

"It depends on the time and the circumstances. If something good happens, I believe it, and if not, I don't believe it. What about you?"

"That sounds like you. Me too, maybe something similar. But some people believe in God from the bottom of their hearts. Doesn't Atachism sound familiar?

"No, hey. What the hell. Religion?"

"Yeah. It's something I've done recently in this city. Emerging, but they're increasing the number of believers."

Ha. Religion, hey. I don't care if there's a god or not, but there are some people in the world who say, 'I need to be here'.

"Isn't that okay? You can save what you believe."

"It's a story if you don't bother people. Well, he's a follower of Atheism, but he's got a lot of problems."

"You'd do anything if God followed you back. Hey, boss, it's best to stay away from those guys."

Atheism. Fine, it sounds radical.

"... well, I don't know. Because I work like this, and I want to believe in one or two of God's things."

"Maybe one day you'll have some work to do on Atheism."

"That's what I want you to do after I die."

Believers are ordinary people. It's hard to deal with people who don't wear suits.

There was a Phantom in a human dead-shaped suit at the jewelry store. Apparently the bastard was scattered throughout the store, and the store is a mess. Apparently it stands, but the fact that I didn't make any demands on the police or anything made me think I was just stupid. I guess I just hit it off anyway.

"There's a cop car surrounding you, but you don't seem to be able to reach the Phantom"

"For once, there are a few heroes out there."

However, there are hostages in the store. Even if you go into the detour, the average person just dies.

"... after all, are you going to see how it goes?

"Right. Even if we set it up, we need to see what other heroes are doing and think about working together. Or peek into the gap so you can have it where it tastes good."

"Fine."

The president laughs thinly.

"He's a hero. Come on, that's the item for today's disguise for you. Nine."

Nodding, Kue took the mask out of the dashboard. I'll give it to you and me. What they gave me was a plastic, white, simple mask. There were holes in both eyes and a mesh in them. There are several small air holes in the mouth.

"Isn't this the one from some horror movie!

"Go, Statham."

"It's not Jason over there! Damn, you don't look like a hero for putting this on!

"... but it suits you"

Goddamn it, bring me an axe or an axe.

If I had that, I wouldn't be more and more heroic. I mean, they're usually going to catch me though.

"Anyway, I'm coming"

"Yeah, be careful"

"Kofu, Kofu... Ooh, I got it"

But masks are really hard to breathe.