I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

When the public still doesn't know the department store cage case is closed.

When a girl was hitting a play in the name of temporary headquarters in the Countermeasures room.

When the boy was grandly depressed thinking about the future with his squire fox.

Far from the vortex of such incidents, a land roughly 10 km away from the department store.

There was a historic shrine there that was unknown all over the country but familiar locally.

There is an entrance to the basement known only to a limited number of people at a company office located in its territory.

Several rooms line up in a space surrounded by quiet unlike the harsh domestic atmosphere.

In one of those rooms, there was a rare and intense outrage here.

"The main and sub are down! Cannot restart!

"I'm not receiving external signals!

The program's in a mess!

"It's the same. I'm not answering the call!

"The life-support device is also unresponsive.

You can only check the minimum vitals!

"Where is the manual for external detachment!?

Operator screaming while tapping the console in front of him.

Mechanics in connections moving around the steel chair.

It's in the center of a room with multiple cables, large and small.

It was "red" that was fixed to sit there not to be slightly mobile.

An exoskeleton that remains attached to someone in a primitive frame state.

This is one of the Japanese branches of the terrorist support organization Anonymous.

No one dreams that there is such a thing in the basement of the shrine.

"Damn, it's just a plan to fetch data. Why?

"The contents (system) are messed up even though it's not broken much outside!

But this was the state of affairs here long after the unconscious Red returned.

It is difficult to detach the exoskeleton from the outside, which has caused a complete disruption of function.

Return to the soldier terminal by automatically detaching or shrinking separation if there is anything normal.

Even if it breaks, it can be easily removed from the wearer's side.

The wearer was unconscious and could not strike a hand.

"... what happened"

A quiet, harsh voice echoes in a place where agitation and impatience are spreading.

Breathtaking to see the presence of the first operator I noticed coming in.

It's not hard to imagine how old you'd be if you looked at that gray hair and that gray beard.

The old man had a spine and flesh that had not bent at all and stretched.

This man was the one magnificent man who bound this unnamed organization.

"My lord! That's all I know.

Until we broke in, we were able to monitor it, but the interior was jamming.

I was still testing whether to use it here, so the special code... "

"Are you saying it wasn't on? Rubin, you're behaving too much."

He shows a sinister face that he is excellent if he just takes command of the formation.

under the influence of a special communication jamming device developed unmarked,

I can't use any kind of communication other than the special communication code they have prepared.

Naturally, it was cautious in its operation and was not mounted on outsourced prototypes.

"Communications were interrupted and transferred back here about ten minutes ago.

Nearly all systems go down 488 seconds after penetration, counting backwards from the front and rear situations.

It appears that the emergency exit system that sensed it has returned to us. "

Several systems existed in the exoskeleton to protect the wearer in the event of an emergency.

Because they are separate from normal systems, they operate even when the function is stopped.

In particular, they, an anti-government organization, also had confidentiality and had a transfer function added to them.

It is only an emergency evacuation, given its accuracy and safety.

"You think you fought him for eight minutes and hunted him down that far?

What brigade was in the department store?

I can't hide the surprise of a mere old man if it's not possible.

That is also the general thrust of everyone here, but the facts are even more stunning.

"Well, as long as I was looking at the life response it searched from the outside,

The number of unidentified enemies (announces) is probably one, heel. "

"... you mean you beat it one-on-one? Where is he?

Are you kidding me?

"All the recording media is irreparably damaged and nothing is certain.

But at least Ms Dunage hasn't moved from Kutoria. "

A total unknown enemy. The old body proceeded with her legs, groaning that it was difficult.

Red lying in a maintenance chair (chair) that even looks like a bed for a seriously ill person.

Regardless, the mechanics are moving to remove the exoskeleton, but the work will not proceed.

"Oh, my lord, this is!

"Greetings are good.

I don't care if you destroy it any longer, take out my spear quickly. "

"Ha!"

to that instruction. Previously the workers who tried to detach it as per the manual

Immediately transformed the motion into a motion to destroy the exoskeleton and free the wearer.

"Oh, uh... ah... hey, huh?

The change in that movement or the voice of a beloved person you heard close to you?

Voices come from the head armor, which is no longer even functioning as a voice changer.

Visual sensors and monitors would be shut down due to internal damage.

"Oh, it's me. What's the matter, what's going on?

"What happened?

I... entered at the end of Ljubin, and... Huh!?

Ah, hey hey!! Don't come, don't come, monster! No, don't!!

The inquiry of a man called Your Excellency is a natural question on this occasion,

It was supposed to be a story that I could naturally answer even if I had a defeat I should have tried from him.

So I floated in the back of Red's brain, hallucinating things and being scared of them.

I get stunned and stood up with my surroundings.

"The monster is coming!? Ahhh I can eat!!??

Whoa, whoa... No, no, no, help me!!

In the meantime, I kept seeing the phantom evil god (monster) whose voice sounds sad.

It's only an illusion, but the remnants of the divinity don't make you realize it's an illusion.

In the absence of anyone who can understand the fear on this occasion, I am frightened by the unscrupulous monster.

Reflectively trying to escape from the maintenance device (chair) and trying to ramble,

It is also equal to a restraint or heavy stone that binds the wearer, such as a fully dysfunctional exoskeleton.

It just turns into heavy armor, no matter how much strength you have in the midst.

I haven't been a satisfactory substitute to move and I can't even move my hands.

"Calm down! Listen to my voice!

The old man, who returned to me before anyone else in that panic, grabbed both shoulders and shook,

I called on my most trusted men with a voice that echoed into the underground space.

"There's nothing like that here! Don't be frightened of deception!

Just listen to my voice, and you'll regain your sanity!

"Ugh, hey do... ahhh..."

Did you hear the cry? Red, frightened to burst, stopped moving.

An invisible gaze over the met moves to look at the person in front somewhere.

"Ah, ha, ha, ha... My lord, my lord... I..."

Still breathing rough, but the words are back to sanity.

"Good, never mind. Can you tell us what happened more than that?

"My lord!? You would have seen what was going on! Let me rest first."

"It's okay...... you showed pity to everyone. My lord, I will report…"

Keeping the voices of the worried people in a strong tone, Red talks about what he saw and heard.

A mysterious opponent who can only be seen as a black moya. Weaponization of objects in your hands. Unidentified attack.

eventually destroyed most of his armor and armor, and struck out to the last resort, but

That led to a one-sided counterattack without any use at all, he said.

"And something was done, and I was in the same condition as earlier.

It's like being forced to plant an irresistible fear, uh-huh.

Now that I think about it... we didn't get one of these attacks. "

There seemed to be an unknown in each other's gear. The confusion was felt,

If you look back after it's over, you feel repelled as if you've been played.

I had heard with a blue face that all but the old man I had already assumed was incredible.

Because the top of the battle department failed miserably, not sparingly.

"... you're asking, Doctor, do you have any idea?

One of them had a quiet face, and suddenly he called into a space of nothing.

Then just ahead of that gaze floats a black monitor that only communicates audio.

There's no way there's a...

The equipment is definitely all prototypes, but as an exoskeleton, it's a special order. '

The voice I got back from that sounds like a young man, but he's not willing to show his face here.

But it's also about each other. Neither bearer nor anyone has shown him his face again.

The only thing I've allowed him to do is communicate with Voice-only here at best.

For external technicians, this was still a breaking treatment and part of the reward for this time.

"Computationally, even a mediocre soldier can fight a squadron on his own. Kick my confidence.

Wasn't it really that black moya, a monster more than a monster?

The old man asked the man, this new producer, for his opinion,

It was a return with a mixture of irritability, tougher than expected.

Not even the equipment and exoskeleton operating data I spared while sleeping were satisfactorily taken.

It was a natural emotion as a technician because it was destroyed by no skin.

And it makes me want to think of the bad guy as more than a monster.

"No, he was definitely human.

I could only see my eyes... those were human eyes... emotional, human "

But Teng himself, who fought it, denied it at some strong pace. That's a human being.

The doctor (doctor), who was poisoned by the affirmation, begins to calmly analyze it somewhat.

"............ that's a boring thing to do. Who beats you one-on-one, etc.

Was it more than this outside or more than this inside? Or both.

Either way, I have no idea where anyone's hands are. And you? '

"I don't. I've never seen anyone like that before, except for an unknown armed man.

It's as if he's not who he's fought before. I even feel like the basics of the fight are different. "

"Neither do I. If you look simply at combat power, a few candidates float.

As far as listening to my spear, it feels like it, but it doesn't match anyone. And the doctor? "

"... if you're that genius (asshole) scientist who's isolated from school. Or

His most recent interest is in dimensional science, not directed at the exoskeleton.

There's no such thing as a piece of equipment that unilaterally fits my new model. "

who can create an exoskeleton of equivalent specs.

Who can carry out all that fighting even if it isn't.

They don't think of a person or organization that fits both perfectly.

Then the doctor shelves the doubt abusively and tells the truth for him.

"Which one has too little information. No matter how much you think about it now, it won't be worth it.

More than that, General Ortiz, do you want to talk business now?

"I know. This is our fault. Pay full compensation."

We put the aircraft entrusted with data collection into action under these circumstances, causing it to be almost completely destroyed.

I'm not talking about a broken bone because even all the combat data I've recorded has been corrupted.

What's between them is a contract. Verification and data acquisition of research results that cannot be tabulated.

I couldn't do that at all. That kind of money occurs there.

Behind no legal protection at all is a world of strength and credibility more than a table.

No matter, there are people who ignore even those things because it's a lawless world.

This' bearer 'is an organization that has tremendous credit on the back for good money payments.

"And if that's what you want, priority arrangements for materials and equipment.

I can accommodate a lot of data capture, though?

'Well, it's good to know that this one can only be counted on that way.

Fine. Let's rely on your words. Send it on the list later '

But like this guy, he's got technology, but he's got no connections, no money, no table status, from a technician.

Though it was also an intelligent story that there were no other trustworthy organizations to rely on.

"Okay."

I only showed signs of a response to this snort, and the communication was cut off.

The old man, the anonymous Lord, known as General Ortiz, has only his gaze.

When directed at the operator, the opponent nodded silently and told him that the communication had been completely cut off.

"... I'm sorry, my lord, for such a lapse"

"Don't. If we get the original right, we overconfident ourselves. It's my extraction mistake.

We should have equipped ourselves well without greed. "

Now you can't laugh at Rubin. To the old man with the crushed grin,

The surrounding area regained a little calm air, but the spear did not answer.

………………

Was that really true?

I didn't have a voice when I asked myself if I could beat you with all my gear.

The General dares not ask if he can destroy the air in the place, even though he notices it.

"Please hold still for a moment. I'll take the mets off now."

"Oh, please"

Remove the workers so that the system disassembles the deactivated head.

The spear threw his voice at his beloved boss as he left his body in the steel chair.

"My lord, may I have just one thing?

"What?"

"This isn't even a feeling, it's just a story I felt vaguely so.

When I was fighting that black Moya, I thought it was the same even though everything was different.

There was no similarity, but somewhere... I felt the same thing as you. "

The general, flashed for a moment by words like thoughts like that unexpected report.

But I immediately showed her a calm face and gave her back a small grunt.

Red himself, who reported it, was satisfied with the reason for putting it into words and finally being furious.

He couldn't allow it to be denied because he was unconsciously identical.

"... Good luck reporting.

Take a rest today, which way you'll have to go back to Kutoria tomorrow. "

"Yes, permission to go out wasn't until noon tomorrow..."

"Okay, I'll take it off"

A head that breaks down while keeping out of the way behind conversations.

Speak quietly and finally expose the face of those called “spears”.

If there were any third parties here other than bearers, they would look stunning.

"I'm sorry, there's no one here but you who can infiltrate there.

I left it to you, Much (...)... Luona (...). My spear. "

"Yes, I'll take care of it, my lord"

I still whip it on my tired body and rock my cherry blossom hair with fox ears.

A woman in the face of an adorable girl nodded with a face no one at school knew.

And there she takes her limits and lets go of consciousness to sleep.

Why while wrapped in the warmth of the general's hand stroking his head like mercy.

The eye of the mysterious opponent I saw in that instant is remembered.

─ ─ ─ How could he have had eyes like a lost child?

Why is it so strong?

She wonders about it, and consciousness loses temptation with concern.

She fell into the gentle darkness from physical and mental fatigue.