Here is Blue Justice!

"Ya, stop, but I'm already up!? Grr... and hey. I'm not doing this anymore. Come on! So................................................................... hi. Higi, wandering, oh..."

When I realized, I was supposed to be stuck up, and there was a yellow hero rolling by my side. He's still breathing, and he's whining about something bumpy. Well, that's enough of this guy. Sure, you left a turtle.

"Don't run away."

The one in the turtle-shaped suit was sitting near the entrance and exit. He's been taking off his mask for some reason and bowing his head at me over and over again. I don't know, I'll punch him. One shot didn't clear my mind, so I kept kicking him in the stomach that was round, and another shot in the glove where he flipped. You'll be relieved for one second because you stopped moving. Well, what's left of it.

"... keep it that far"

"Ooh, Black Warrior. Let's keep going."

Black Martial Arts Village Masaru. You mean we have to do this guy to keep the conversation going?

"You are indeed a living being. These two were wearing suits. I beat you up for two. But you weren't resisting. I would have seen you crying, apologizing, kneeling, begging forgiveness."

"So what? What did you say?

"Are you going to kill me?

"So what? We have to clear the way. It's your turn next."

Exhale, the Black Warrior shakes his head.

"If I were a dog, you'd be a mad dog. I'm not going to let you go to the bishop."

Bark as you please.

"... what are you doing here?

"Ah?"

"No, fine. Here's what I need to do to stop you."

When I saw the Black Warrior standing up, my head scratched and hurt. Two, in this darkness, I was concerned about the one who would only shine the light. I casually glanced at him. Just then I saw the Atheist bishop fall hooking a stand microphone. So he goes down, he looks for something, something he can grab...

"- Down with you?

The sound of something cracking sounded in the auditorium, and someone screamed at the next moment. Probably a believing woman. The high scream was terribly deaf, and I even wanted to stop every breath if I could.

"Ah, Yabe."

"Hih."

"Oh, hey, guys, calm down."

"What, this, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

God fell.

I guess the transparent box broke shattered and the contents came out zero. Slurpees, bones. The magical things hung by the faithful begin to be solved by a single word of the bishop who has returned to the vegetarian. Grasp things from those who return to me, and let them get tired of their emotions and shout out their voices.

Do you even call it a snort cry? The ones who have never even looked at us before now start making noise in the auditorium. He was pointing at me, pointing at the bishop, pointing at the black martial artist, pointing at the thing that was his sister, saying whatever he wanted, trying to get away from this place.

Beat the guy who tried to get out of my side. My right arm, but I don't think he's dead because he was in a bad mood. The flying one vanished into the darkness, involving the other believers.

"What's up, Black Warrior? Don't you want to go on?

Black warriors don't answer, or they don't look at me. He stands still, staring at the stage.

"... Lower tail," he begins walking in an irresistible foothold, calling his sister's name.

"Him, Mm, Murakami..."

The bishop whines as he falls, but Mike was picking up his voice.

A black martial artist who was walking every inch of the way, but hits a believer trying to escape and puts a buttcake on him. He disappeared from my sight after he muttered something.

It was the god of Atheism who fell. But for the Black Warrior, that in the box was also my sister.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!? You betrayed me! Well, how dare you!

'Ha, a traitor! Get out! Get out.'

Black warriors were facing the bishop, straight, and the shortest distance.... I feel a little cold in the head. It feels like his mood has shriveled when he sees his immeasurable anger up close.

People disappear from the auditorium. The faithful abandon their fallen gods and turn their backs in fear of their identity and flee. They didn't all believe in the "god of life" called "Black Warrior Shimoo". Nor is it the word of the bishop. I guess we were just saved by the fact that we believed in 'something'. You're a believer, whatever. Is it like falling in love?

"Oh, no, no, no, no! Oh, come on, Murakami, have you forgotten what I raised you for!?

From the back where the bishop is, the ones in suits are continuously showing themselves. Justice and evil are all mixed up, but there is no real thing there. It's not even borrowed. Those guys are only fake. Black warriors seemed to struggle surrounded by fakes. You can multiply the confusion and look for Ren, but if you push him, he's coming to the point of falling, these guys. It's a corner, so it's a muscle to smash it all and smash everything, and the ones over there smash it.

I put my gloves back on, put my mask back on, and I headed to the top.

On the stage are the bishop and the black martial artist. Then there are five of them in suits, be they heroic Phantoms.

"Oh, thank God I raised you..."

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! If only you'd kept your word, I'd never have seen you like this!

"Damn, are you even sane now, Murakami, your sister was already dead!?

So far, there's no reason to be hostile to Black Warriors. But this guy's got blood on his head. You can't be clever enough to fight me. Then, for now, beat the five of them out there first?

"... what is this guy?

"I've been watching you for a while now, if this hockey mask hadn't come, wouldn't this have happened?

"I mean, all of it"

"You mean because of me!

The four of them come together. Phantom two. Two heroes. But there's no real there.

I wave a star drum, I keep my distance. Meanwhile, I took out the menko and was ready to throw it away at any time.

"Please run away, my lord."

Perhaps the man in the hero's suit, who could do the most of these, suppresses the Black Warrior. In the meantime, the bishop picked up the scattered 'God' and followed the occasion with the other body. The Black Warrior keeps screaming his sister's name. Shut up. Wow, that hurt.

"I'm sorry, I have to come here!

"Seriously."

One Phantom comes through the star drum. Once I had to get off the stage. Many are passive, no matter how much. Install Menko by pretending to stumble and stretch the wire of the drum.

"I know it's because of you!

You think it's my fault? If that's what you're saying, it's because you want to take your suits! I guess I should have even prayed to God here without doing anything extra. You guys don't give a shit, so I'm stupid, and I'm talking to Ren!

"Guaaaaaaa!?

A small explosion occurs. The Phantom must have stepped on Menko. But it can't be fatal. From the top of the suit, there shouldn't be much damage. but these guys are not fierce warriors. If you're still fighting in the dark, Menko can create enough gaps.

"Die, you bastard!

I felt a definite response from the drum iron sphere. I'm pretty sure it hit the bastard's head. Now you're alone. One first. Are there four of us left?

Four for the rest.

They're hitting one black warrior and three on me. I hear we're not the only ones with blood on their heads. Looks like all the suits over there are probably getting pretty. That's why it's easy to do.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, shit!

"I don't know if it's a good idea. Ha!

You're gonna be smart, too. If three people are set up at the same time out of the darkness, they won't have hands or feet, but if it's the other guy who's out of a bee with his biological counterpart, it's not a story. You can beat him with a drum from the one who stepped on Menko and that's it. Destroy them all. The darkness in the auditorium that I thought was troublesome until just now was on my side.... From the start, I should have done this calmly.

"Ugh......!

"When's next, oh!?

Like the Black Warrior, the dark clouds of anger are so foggy. Hate. Hate. These guys take people's stuff and wear it with their faces. Without knowing what a suit is like!

Menko exploded and screamed. At the same time, something flies at me. It was the man in the suit who was fighting the Black Warrior who passed right over his head.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The wind runs. It's still the Black Martial Arts who brought in the disease. He rushes this way, involving the other Phantoms. You mean it doesn't matter where I am or where the other suits are anymore. I consider all but myself enemies.

If you twist your left leg still, you can see the spark scattered. Moment after moment, the Black Warrior disappeared. Next, I hear screams from the right. Then a scream came up from the left. I drop my hips low, but I hear a disconnected voice coming from a completely irrelevant direction.... Am I the only one left? Why should I wear a keri? Thank you, not at all.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Until recently, I would have been defeated without the skill to make it. But now the Black Warriors are tired. My eyes are getting used to the speed of him and this darkness. Above all, the Black Warrior is angry. He shouts and teaches himself the direction to come.

"- Huh!?

I'll take his left leg with my right arm.

He grabbed it firmly with his left hand and looked at the belly of the Black Warrior. The bastard has his eyes open.... sympathy. They turned my sister into something that didn't make sense, and I got in the mouth car with the bishop. But, you know, I can't lose either. How dare you carry something too different.

"This is who I am!?

"You should be asleep already!

The Black Warrior has been carrying his dead sister. But it's not the dead that are carrying us. I'm sorry, but it's too light.

First, strike a light shot into the belly. It's a glove enough to blow off a suit hold, even though it's been reduced to death. I would have done enough to prune my consciousness. I put a few knee kicks in the fluttering black warrior, and finally, the bastard shut me up.

"... Ha, ha, ha..."

My breath is rough. But I don't have time to breathe. I guess I'll have to find the bishop. With that, you kill that jizzy and you're done.

Kill. Kill. I'll kill you. I have to kill you. The bishop was trying to trick the black martial artist, use his sister, take his suit behind him preaching the richness of his life, and gain unnecessary power.... a bad one. Bad guys get killed by good guys. I'm a hero. So, I'm a hero, so I have to kill you.

Behind the altar there was a door and a long hallway. There, too, is still a bright red carpet laid and brilliant because of the lighting. The deepest door in the hallway was open. A gentle peek into the room, Jijii, known as the bishop, is scratching around there. Apparently, he's getting ready to run.... luxurious furniture. Colors' furniture was also removed from the furniture that the fucking busy president had, but I think the difference is historical.

"Hih, hih, hih... Oh, my God, yeah, that hero just had to come, by now! It's Murakami, if he holds it down properly, he'll end up like this."

With malice, the bishop is packing a bundle of bills in his bag. Sweaty, crawling on the floor, desperate. The money was earned at the expense of whom.

"Hey, Bishop Sama. Looks like you've been busy."

"... Oh, oh, no way...?

The bishop peels off his eyes and looks up at me.

"Am I interrupting? I'm sorry, but I need you to hang out with me."

"Huh, Murakami Ha!? What's wrong with him, someone!? Anyone out there?!?

"All your commas are stretching that way. And then you're alone.... you're even moving, right? Hey, don't you have to get ready?

"Stop, stop. You must be a hero, right? I didn't do anything."

"I would have taken your suit."

"If you want a suit, I'll do it, I'll give it back! If you want money, take this too!

I laughed unexpectedly.

"Is that why you're saving my life? Fine, tell me. Say that dialogue in front of the Black Warrior's sister."

The bishop, along with a bunch of bills, packs the remains of the Black Warrior Ogata, some of them as well. He cared for it and gave it a crying look.