"The people of the 'Electricity Reception Force' have begun to take action."
On the pedestrian bridge, where only two figures were left, a presence with a deep male voice declared.
To be more precise, it should be the "Former Lightning Reception Force".
But rather than caring about the names of those traitors, he actually complained more about the current weather.
to be honest.
Kihara Naogan hates rainy days very much.
Because it will make the hair that he is proud of look very lackluster and difficult to clean.
As a golden retriever with high intelligence and intellectual thinking, an elegant attitude towards life is also necessary.
Although, his assistant doesn't seem to appreciate this taste.
"teacher."
The woman wearing a loose white robe looked to her side and praised her.
Although this conversation between a man and a dog is as incredible as an urban legend, she is the only student of Kihara's brainstem.
The two "Kihara" appeared here at the same time, not just for a walk on the leash in the eyes of others, but for a more important purpose.
"They are not part of the 'plan'."
Kihara Yui calmly discussed the nature of that group of people.
It was like seeing extra equipment before the experiment started.
It can be used or discarded.
"It doesn't matter, Youyijun."
The golden retriever lay down and moved the external device on his back. In the end, he seemed to have failed to find what he was looking for and took it back with regret.
Maybe a man's romance doesn't have to be limited to cigars.
"The so-called 'plan' itself is not perfect. That person must have known this before letting them get out of control. And when we knew it, the actions of that group were already part of the plan."
As long as the 'results' are above an acceptable level, the process and purpose of 'colliding' together is actually not a bad thing.
Understanding the way a certain "human" thinks, the golden retriever looked in a certain direction and squinted its eyes in a humane manner.
"You also know...the Council, ANBU, superpowers...the priority of these people is actually not very high. In some places, it is okay to use 'not at all' to describe it. In short, it is all good. The key is
It’s not about what they want to do, but whether what they want to do is what we need.”
That's all.
Those seemingly complicated problems are, in the final analysis, just that simple.
The scientifically expanded dog's brain evaluated all of this calmly and coldly.
That's right.
In the eyes of 'that person', everything is just a condition, not a necessity.
That's why they appear here.
In order to see clearly that vague factor that has never been able to determine its source——
Is it necessary for this city's "safety valve" to be deployed?
"...I understand, teacher."
Like a student who still listened to the teacher's tirade after the bell rang, Kihara Yui squatted down and responded seriously.
Then.
The hand that was just stretched out didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.
"Well."
The golden retriever, who was feeling something unknown, suddenly sighed.
"Regardless of whether you listened to what I said to you or not, I remember telling you several times not to touch my head like this. Do you really regard me as your teacher?"
If possible, he hopes that his students can express their admiration with practical actions, rather than starting from the perspective of loving pets.
"Of course, I have always respected you."
That's what she said.
"…………"
Maybe walking alone on a rainy day will be more interesting.
The golden retriever thought so.
In short.
Once again he gave up.
…
…
The rain gradually became heavier.
But where Fremia was, the corner of the underground street where many people used to take shelter from the rain suddenly fell into silence.
In the restaurant that has been suppressed by terror, there has been no movement from the security guards.
There is nothing we can do about this.
After all, not five minutes had passed from the time the opponent broke in to completely controlling the chaotic scene around him.
Maybe they have received the news, but it is obviously impossible to arrive immediately.
That is to say.
Everyone here has become a hostage.
At least, that's what these masked troops believe.
Not paying attention to the other people sitting in the store, the leader who broke in here received the information on the intercom and began to look for something.
Soon, he found his target.
After all, in terms of image, a little exotic girl with blond hair and blue eyes is still very conspicuous, not to mention that they have specific photos.
so.
The masked captain raised his hands, and the two men beside him also raised their weapons in a well-trained manner.
"Stop hiding, kid. Come to the front. You want to try whether the sofa here can block bullets."
Even if they weren't named, everyone knew the group's goal at this time.
Because there was only a small figure in front of the masked man commanding.
If someone could hear her heartfelt voice, she would definitely find that her consciousness was muttering 'Meow meow?! Me, is it me?!', 'What would she do if her sister were here?' and other inner activities.
However, it is very realistic.
Those ordinary destroyers obviously didn't have the patience to give her time to think.
"I'll count to three. If you still don't come out or want to do unnecessary things, I'll have to ask the guests around to help you answer."
His voice was filled with danger and madness.
"Of course, it's in another world."
At the same time, there was the sound of some insurance being opened.
Especially harsh.
——Malicious.
This is the first time that pure "evil" has been so clearly manifested in front of the little girl named 'Fremia'.
She has always been well protected.
"..."
The rapid changes in the world have made choices so hasty at this moment.
but.
perhaps.
it's time.
Someone made a decision.
"Meow! Wait! I got it!"
It won't work if you don't do something, and the little guy knows this very well.
Although the existence of the 'little assistant' kept Fremia from falling into a state of panic, this did not mean that things would improve immediately.
The only person who can really change the situation is herself.
(Meow...! You can't irritate the other party at this time, and there is still an escape route? Can you find such a convenient thing! No, no!)
Consciousness quickly denies judgment.
Before that, what she needed to consider was whether her small body could withstand the bullet, and besides, there were other people here...
Fremia couldn't keep up with her thinking.
What to do? What to do? What to do?
She asked herself several times in her mind.
For a little girl who has just started to change her attitude towards life, the 'game difficulty' may have been set too high all of a sudden.
if that is the case.
It must be right to ask for ‘off-site support’, right?
Fremia comforted herself.
but.
do not know why.
Obviously, as usual, it can be solved by just opening your mouth.