Otherworld Company Chapter 222.2: Sometimes I Wish I Could Put It All Together If I Had To Go Through One More Hardship

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　If the main suspect made a gesture as if he was trying to contact someone or confirm something, it was good enough.

　It was only a few seconds, but it is a good opening.

　However, that chance also ended in vain.

　Either the other party was better than us, or there was no one who had planned this ruckus, but the time limit had expired.

　The other side was ready to detonate the bomb, and now that they had done so, there was nothing we could do.

“Suppressing, now.” (Jiro)

　Just one word is said in advance of communication, and the power of the sacred tool is activated to the maximum.

　If you think about it later, you should leave some extra power, but the other party was about to press the switch at any moment, and every second could be fatal.

　There is no time to spare.

　So, I run with all my might.

　Repeatedly in close combat, I could acquire the feeling that the flow of time slows down, or rather, that my consciousness accelerates.

　This time was no different. As I focused my attention and sharpened my senses further, the scene in front of me began to slow down.

　I guess you could say I was in the zone, as they say in sports.

　I decided to do it.

　With that, a sensation of time slowing down takes over me, and the mouth of the man making the speech slows down.

“La-dy-sh-ri-ne-mai-den.” (Terrorist Leader)

　And it’s only slow in my mind, but from their point of view, it’s only a moment.

　My fist, accelerated by the ritual tool and transformed into a shadow, transforms the ecstatic smile on the man’s face into an expression of anguish in that instant.

　With a punch, my left-hand shatters the wrist of the main culprit, and my right hand is buried into the man’s stomach.

　Just these two moments.

　I grab the switch that has fallen out of his left hand, and when I see that he has collapsed and is no longer moving, I pounce on his associates.

　The lead terrorist was suddenly incapacitated.

　Cultists are fragile when they lose their leaders.

　That’s because they don’t think.

　His words are right, all you have to do is follow his words.

　Obedient, blind, and delusional, these three elements make people abandon the act of thinking.

　So, they don’t know what to do with themselves.

　They will not take over the will of their fellow man, nor will they press the detonating switch to fulfill the current disturbance.

　Such an opponent is not much different from a scarecrow.

　It would be even worse if he had given instructions, taken a passive posture to listen to them, and then had his orders interrupted.

　I run up to the stunned opponents and basically target their wrists, taking care not to let them hit the switch as I go around subduing the others, finally breaking the wrist of the last one and sticking a tag on his face to finish the job.

　And I look around.

　This is the stage for the event.

　In the distance, my mother waves her hand to let me know she’s okay and that the personnel who landed in the other direction seem to have safely subdued the targets.

　I can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

　Even though I had switched my mind to work-mode, I was not without tension.

　It’s not that I’m relaxed, but it’s just a feeling of lightly regulating my breathing.

　And while I’m still alert during that time, it seems that I was able to subdue the situation without incident.

　Perhaps the atmosphere was felt by the people around them, for a murmur began to flow from the civilians who had remained quiet, shrinking back.

　The electricity should be restored soon.

　Then, I decided not to stay long and left the place after removing the head cultist’s equipment and dragging him away.

“Ah, are you a police officer?” (Voice)

　I thought so, but then I heard a voice speaking to me fearfully.

　I looked over and saw a group of people massed together on the stage.

　My night vision equipment showed me a group of TV crew members and a group of celebrities whose faces I recognized at least.

　Could it be one of the announcers?

　Someone I knew was looking at me.

　Just when I thought the battle from earlier had suddenly become quiet, I heard a groan in the darkness.

　It’s normal to think something happened.

　He must have held his hand close to his chest and mustered up the courage to call out to him.

“That’s right. We’ve captured the culprit. If you wait a little longer, the light will be restored. Don’t worry.” (Jiro)

　The truth is, it’s different, but saying it’s different here will only create more confusion.

　I’m sorry to say that my voice is muffled through the mask reassuring you, but let’s leave it at that.

“Thank goodness!” (Civilian)

“We’re saved.” (Civilian)

　I don’t know if she knew I was a police officer or if it was because she knew that the perpetrator had been subdued.

　The voices of the people who first heard the woman’s voice begin to echo, thinking that the case had been solved.

　It can’t be helped since they were attacked by terrorists.

“For your own safety, please stay put for a while. Some of the culprits may still be lurking.” (Jiro)

　I don’t think it’s right to put a damper on their sense of security, but I knew they were likely to walk around the area if things continued as they were, so I nailed them with a warning, just in case.

　I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to let them see me, either.

“Everyone, the evacuation will begin soon. Power will be restored in three minutes. Please block the culprits from moving to the directed point with a charm. The police will take them to custody.” (Voice)

“I got it.” (Jiro)

　I followed the instructions coming from the ear microphone.

　After the other members responded, I also responded.

　I let out a sigh of relief and thought that my mother’s premonition had come true after all.

“Haha!” (Voice)

　That’s when it happened.

　After receiving instructions, I placed a charm on the main culprit, who was still groaning, and as he was left unconscious, I heard his laughter in my ears.

　The laughter was so faint that I thought I was imagining it, but a warning bell rang inside me telling me not to ignore it.

“!” (Jiro)

　Was it a coincidence that I heard it, or was it a result of my training?

　Either way, I looked in the direction of the laughter to find its source, and saw a twinkling light just on the other side of the group of celebrities, who were rejoicing in their relief and safety.

“Tsk, hey, hey, who are you?” (Jiro)

　It was fortuitous that I moved as quickly as I did.

　With a smooth, swift movement, I interrupted the shimmering light’s true nature.

　I looked at the back of his hand, his face contorted by the shock he felt through the steel plate protector.

　Her eyes were so bright that you could see them even in the darkness, and his smile was like a crescent moon.

　Yes, I know.

　I tried calling out to him, but I didn’t have high expectations.

　Normally, he wouldn’t move like that, but seeing the way he caught my face with the movement of his eyes, I think it’s best not to expect a response or even a conversation.

“Jiro! Be careful! There’s something strange mixed in.” (Kirika)

“Oh, I’m facing it now.” (Jiro)

　Heeding my mother’s warning, I quietly cast my gaze around my surroundings.

　Just like the being in front of me, it stood swaying like a ghost, and its eyes were even crazier than the cultists from earlier.

　Such beings appeared here and there, and screams echoed overlapping them.

“Oraaa!” (Jiro)

　There was no tremor in the small sword that was lowered with their left hand and was still applying force to push it in.

　There was only the sound of clicking and shaking, and there was no sign that they were letting go of the weapon.

　If I hadn’t protected them, the announcer behind would have drowned in blood.

　I could sense the insanity mixed with such a spirit.

　If the bomb didn’t work, the next step was to use force.

“Sacrifice, sacrifice to this land.” (Cultist)

　The man in front of me was mumbling something, but I don’t think the words themselves meant anything.

　But why did these guys show up at a time like this?

　It would have been more efficient if they had a bomb and detonated it under cover.

“No, are these guys trying to stir up fear?” (Jiro)

　I think it would have been better that way and would have caught us by surprise, but I soon realized that the opponent’s goals were different.

　And while I was thinking about this, one by one someone stood up, each holding a deadly weapon in one hand.

“Dammit!” (Jiro)

　It’s clearer than watching fire where it will fall.

　I thought it was not the end of the battle if the bomb was controlled, and now I had to fight my way into the battle while protecting the hostages.

　And.

“So, mother’s hunch was right?” (Jiro)

　I realized that this uproar has very deep roots.

Note for the Day

Don’t do anything you’re not used to doing.