4-95: The Target (1/2)

4-95: The Target (1/2)

Seriously, every single day, its just one troublesome thing after another.

Yeah, but you did well.

Shinichi started grumbling. Hes already been found out anyway, so he might as well allow himself to be spoiled. Myuhi was more than happy to play along, not realizing that her words were genuinely filled with affection.

Every single one of these clowns are so stupid. They dont even know what theyre messing with. Do they think everything will somehow work out if they just attack? Fools. I dont care anymore. Let them destroy themselves if they want to so badly. Ill just laugh at them after theyve lost everything.

Complaints poured out of Shinichi one after another, and Myuhi just nodded to them all with a gentle look in her eyes. None of that was a lie, but

Fu fu Icchi, youre such a liar.

Myuhi knew for sure that he couldnt do that, as he was the kind of person that couldnt remain indifferent to his surroundings to the point that he would even risk his life for others.

Im sure youre just thinking of how to protect the Songstress tomorrow during her concert anyway.

She looked at the door that had been left ajar, then turned back to Shinichi. Already, he could not afford the excuse of ignorance.

Thats

In fact, Im sure youre thinking even further ahead. After all, theres no way they would give up just because they failed.

See! I knew it!

He squirmed from within her breasts without saying a word, but that in itself was no different from saying yes. Really, it was adorable how awkwardly honest he was.

Honestly, that song is toxic to you too. Did you like her song that much?

Theres that too, but theres more to it.

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Those kids will cry if something happens to her.

Sigh, thats why this guy is so

Thats why Shinichi was going to protect her, and Shinichi said that as though nothing could be more obvious. Myuhi found that so admirable that she actually became exasperated.

It wouldnt be until later that Myuhi would come to realize how excessive shed been at this moment, as well as how the thought of pranging him didnt even cross her mind. Shinichi entrusting himself to her had made her just that happy, and the realization of that brought her no end of agony. Alas, that was a story for another time.



Somewhere in Asahikawa, Hokkaido, some ways away from the lively station was a medium-sized mixed-use building in a district with a decent amount of pedestrian traffic. The top floor the fourth floor was leased by a certain accounting office, an office reputed for its efficient work and diligent and capable individuals, but of course, that was only the official story.

Inside, the employees were going about their respective tasks as usual. There was no noticeable change, and they worked diligently, occasionally engaging in small talk, but in truth, some few minutes ago, a group of fewer than ten people, all dressed in fatigues, had suddenly entered and occupied their locker room, yet the employees just acted as usual.

All of you, discard all your equipment here, including the translation devices and anything without backups. If possible, change all your clothes as well. Once youre done, well leave this place and proceed to the next. Hurry.

A rugged man with a scar on his face ignored the hustle and bustle of the employees as he gave orders to all those present. Despite the bitter look on them, his subordinates responded without so much as a protest. They opened their lockers, placed their devices inside, then took something that had been attached to the interior top of the locker.

At first glance, it seemed there was nothing in their hands, but in the next moment, the space distorted and Garesto-made devices materialized. They efficiently changed out of their fatigues into the seemingly ordinary suits that were hung inside.

Their efficiency was almost military in their coordination, and they all appeared as though they were part of the same army. Well, all except for one individual.

What are you panicking for, Rokudo (Sixth Path)?

Though not wholly confrontational, an English-looking man in his forties with a seemingly good-natured face stood there displeased.

I understand Ive just barely been spared of being disposed, but shouldnt we contact the main office from here and seek further instructions?

Nick Busujima, though our responsibilities might differ, you should follow my lead for now. I suspect that these devices have been infected with a malicious virus. Considering where were headed, we ought to get rid of them here even if its just a possibility.

The conversation, while not exactly casual, would be difficult to understand accurately without knowing the circumstances. The choice of words and the use of pseudonyms took into account the fact that they were in a poorly soundproofed cheap building.

A virus? Dont tell me it was planted by him? I appreciate your skill in avoiding a catastrophic collapse, and Im thankful for that. But even so, I find it hard to believe he could have done something like that in that situation

Even though we were led on?

What?

Everything had gone according to his plan. didnt you see that last move? He clearly could have given chase if he wanted to. If he did, who knows how many of us wouldve been able to survive? Yet he allowed us to escape, and on top of that, theyre moving in a way that suits us. Its only natural to be cautious.

Rokudo, AKA Six, matter-of-factly said that theyve been allowed to escape. For a brief moment, even the subordinates who were preparing froze, but they quickly returned to their tasks when Six glanced at them. The only one still motionless was the man named Busujima, AKA Venom, who seemed utterly astonished.

How does that profit him, though?

It could to be to monitor us, to demonstrate his strength, to put pressure on the main office, to discover our bases It could be anything. But I bet the main goal is to gain an advantage in the next negotiation. At the very least, our face and tactics have already been exposed, and some of us have been caught too. I bet theyre all ready and just waiting to make their move.

[1] someone who is strong or brave only when dealing with those within their own group or in familiar surroundings but becomes weak or timid when faced with challenges from the outside or in unfamiliar situations