Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

A weapon that can instantly change the strategic balance.

Makoto Hanuma quickly walked into her private office located in the train station management office.

There, a familiar guest was waiting for her.

"To sum up, you shouldn't be short of such interesting toys in your hand, right?"

She stared at the man in a black suit sitting on the sofa, who looked at her with broken eyes burning with pale flames,

The man in black clothes showed her a smile that could not be considered kind.

"Of course there is - a toy that can create a mushroom cloud, isn't it interesting enough?"

Chapter 055: Day 046·Campus ①

"puff"

The ice blue 'analgesic' plunged into Mr.'s veins, evaporating silvery mist just like a machine replenishing coolant.

The gentleman lying on the bed watched all this with cold eyes, as if the pain had been isolated from his body.

His soul and body belong to two different areas and are no longer related.

right now,

He is thinking.

This man is not afraid of death, but this time the death is a delayed bomb, which inevitably leads to the end.

For the students who adore him, the man's increasingly thin figure reflected in the mirror is the embodiment of a mental illness, and just one look at it can be harmful to the spirit.

He originally thought that as long as he fought to the end and held on until the end, he would get a decent ending.

But he didn't expect that his lingering life was no longer just his.

He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and was fascinated.The light gray eyes still showed determination, even though they were tortured by illness.

For a moment, he was thinking about why he was born in this world, and why he was called by Monkivotos to be the leader of this city.

All things in the world reflect each other and complement each other.

Christians in the ancient Roman era were thrown into the arena and used as food for lions just because of their faith.

The empire collapsed and civilization entered the dark age, but it was the candlelight of faith that protected the afterglow of the classical world.

In the church shrouded in light, the priests were transcribing documents left over from the philosophical era again and again, although they gradually began to fail to understand them.

Without the church, classical civilization would not survive; with the church, the Middle Ages would be even darker.

Fanatic religious believers endlessly hunted those who made different voices, burned witches, burned forbidden books, Bruno, who believed in the heliocentric theory, was sent to the stake, and the Grand Master of the Knights Templar lost in the power struggle. Different paths lead to the same destination.The Black Death and the Inquisition wreaked havoc in the world, torturing the innocent and spreading misfortune.

However, after the pandemic, Western civilization finally embarked on a different path.

Social transformation coupled with scientific development broke the supreme shackles of theocracy. The dawn of the Renaissance lit up in Florence, and the darkness that had lasted for thousands of years finally faded away.

The disasters of other countries and nations in the world have just begun.

As long as it is a civilization, it cannot avoid going through disasters, civilization degradation, and dark ages. It is almost like a Möbius strip, a fate that cannot be broken.

As for whether after surviving the catastrophe, whether it will be reborn in Nirvana or disappear into obscurity, it can only depend on the fate of civilization.

The gentleman had also thought that there was something wrong with the structure of Kivotos itself. He was just a fragile human being, but he was held up to the altar by the young gods.

Now as his life was dying, darkness shrouded him again.

If darkness is inevitable, then...

Asimov's name suddenly came to his mind.

The collapse of the Galactic Empire requires the preservation of the fire of civilization to protect hope and reach the dawn.Perhaps this is the base that people need in an era when faith is shaken, to preserve precious technology and culture, waiting for rebirth.

"It's just that I'm afraid I'm destined not to be a watchman."

The husband and his reflection in the mirror shook their heads together.

He was dying and unfit to direct the ideas of a completely new organization.

But he knew what chaotic times called for.

That is stable order.

Climbing up the stairs, he held on to the railing and slowly moved toward the light.

The sea breeze at Odyssey College is always so pleasant, lazy enough to make people give up their fighting spirit.

As he walked toward campus, he was still thinking about what exactly he should leave behind for Kivotos.

A year has passed. As a gentleman, he has not really changed Kivotos. He says he likes stability, but in fact he is afraid of change.

He passed by the training ground, thinking he would see Iori drilling those students hard, but no.

He walked to the work area again, intending to take a look at the robotic arm where he had performed spinal surgery.

But the place was empty, someone had taken it away...

"Do not……"

He had a bad premonition in his heart.

At that time, the only student who knew about his spinal problem was Hifumi.If it was the robotic arm she took away, what was she going to do with it...?

"Rifumi?"

The husband walked upstairs to the door of Hifumi's room and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He gently opened the door and saw no one inside, except for a few books piled beside the bed.

The entire dark side of her room is covered with bookshelves, and the room is filled with the smell of books.

He looked for a cooking class and a gym, but Hifumi was not there.

Mr.'s worries seem to be gradually becoming reality.

He returned to the equipment exhibition hall on the first floor.

I saw Bai Zhouzi standing in front of the broken power armor display cabinet, but his eyes seemed to be wandering elsewhere.

Her focus wasn't on it.

"Zi, do you know where Hifumi is?"

The husband stepped forward and patted her shoulder and asked in a low voice.

Her pale pink and purple eyes were filled with a little worry, but she pressed her lips tightly and refused to turn away.

Her husband's time was short, and seeing him even once was equivalent to a knife in her heart.

"I know, but I won't tell you, sir."

Bai Zhouzi clenched his fists and whispered, his voice as thin as the sound of air.

"She took away the robotic arm for spinal surgery—does she want to continue to improve the design of the power armor?"

The husband asked, and it was not difficult to guess, "Then I must be with her, and I must supervise her improvement plan. We can no longer use the mental power system, which has endless troubles..."

"Sir, you still don't understand."

Bai Zhouzi smiled sadly, held his husband's arm with his backhand, paused for a moment, and then murmured:

"If you continue to be in danger, it's better to let us die now. Why don't you understand? Do you know what we really need?"

The gentleman closed his eyes.

"A teacher's job is to protect students."

"Then let that duty die."

Bai Zhouzi's voice was surprisingly calm.

Sir was silent.

Chapter 055: Day 046·Campus ②

In the end, Bai Zhouzi sighed and gave him the position of Hifumei under her husband's hard words and pleading eyes.

"Thank you."

The gentleman whispered and turned to leave.

Bai Zhouzi clenched his hands into fists and his lips trembled.

She didn't resent her husband. He took care of his business affairs and left his... without saying goodbye.

The man was simply on a mission, fulfilling his responsibilities as a mentor.

Kotori Yu Hoshino once said that he takes his responsibility very seriously.She couldn't imagine her husband losing his mission. He might be like a kite with its string broken, floating to nowhere.

Lose his internal organs, lose the feeling in his lower body, lose more... what will be left, sir?War is equally cruel to everyone, and no one will be spared just because he is a gentleman.

Rather, just because he is a gentleman, he must bear the brunt.

It wasn't until the sound of Mr.'s footsteps disappeared on the other side of the room that Bai Zhouzi clenched his fists, raised them to his chest with trembling, and then put them down slumped.

"I'm jealous of Hifumi."

Speak softly and don't tell anyone.

"No, I should be jealous of all the children who are still qualified to be with you."

Bai Zhouzi's voice gradually broke.

She did hurt him to no end.

The guilt was filling her up, the guilt was killing her.

"Live well!"

She suddenly yelled at the corner of the room.

Bai Zhouzi was startled by herself. As if to alleviate her fantasy, she shook her head and her eyes became gloomy.

……

As the elevator descends, the cool, humid air from the sea base seeps in.

Seabirds were chirping and flying, and the sun was shining from the top of the cave.

Returning to the old place, Mr. looked at the cave that had been transformed into a base.

It combines practicality with good concealment and is another testament to human engineering genius.Wisdom is mankind's most powerful weapon, but if force is misused, people will lose it.

The gentleman walked along the paved road towards the computer room at the end of the cave. There were some glass cabinets standing on the platform to the right of the computer. The power armor inside was burnt and covered with soot.

He stared at the burnt black armor and seemed to see himself.His heart was burning out as the war raged on.

The world is sunk in hatred.The only way to save it is to get rid of excess love and hate, abandon the established beauty, and return to rationality and pragmatism.

He should appear on the front line, or go to the logistics support department, instead of being protected by the children he is supposed to protect and living an ordinary life waiting for the countdown.

There is no such thing as ordinary in his life.

The gentleman walked to the workbench.

The sound of typing on the keyboard fell like raindrops. The girl in front of the workbench didn't seem to notice anyone approaching. Her mind had been isolated from external objects and focused on the engineering drawings in front of her. She exuded an aura that kept strangers away.

Her golden hair was tied into a ponytail, and Hifumi wore a pair of flat glasses. She was breathing evenly, moving her hands steadily, and fine beads of sweat condensed on both sides of her cheeks.

Her profile was as lovely as ever, but it just added a bit more fragile and illusory temperament, like a morning dream that would disappear in memory in a blink of an eye.

The gentleman looked into Rifumei's eyes, and those two golden touches seemed to be bottomless.

In her eyes, he saw determination and courage, but there was something deeper that he couldn't explain.

Hifumi was obviously aware of her husband's presence, but she neither greeted him nor stopped what she was doing.

She seemed to have entered a state called 'flow'. The inspiration that burst out was the most precious, and she didn't want to miss this opportunity.

The husband did not bother her, and instead looked at the mechanical arm placed next to the workbench. It was removed from his operating table, and the blood stains formed black marks.

He couldn't imagine how Hifumi felt when she held her semi-paralyzed self on the operating table, fastened the metal lock, and watched the robotic arm drill holes into her bones.

Just bringing her perspective into perspective made even a strong man like him feel nauseous.

That's not a miracle of will, that's mental pollution.