Otherworld Company Chapter 220.1: We Must Also Take Care Of Our Relationships With Relatives.

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　After leaving the apartment, I went to the park where my mother had told me to meet her, and found three black cars parked in the parking lot, surrounded by people dressed in black.

　The park was obviously strange, and there were no people on the street because of the time of day, but there was still enough of a scene there to give the impression that there was something going on.

“…” (Jiro)

　I look at it in silence and feel the urge to turn back.

　But that doesn’t work, so I regain my focus a little to get closer to them, convince myself that it’s better than fighting the instructors, and walk up to them.

　I was careful not to be suddenly attacked as I approached the place, looking for signs of my surroundings just to be sure.

　As I did so, I saw one of the black-clad men who had been watching my surroundings notice me and put his hand in his pocket.

“Stop! What are you doing here?” (Man)

　I stopped as warned, and was about to say what I wanted to do, but before I could open my mouth, other black-clad men reacted, giving off an air of danger.

　I was on high alert, which meant that this was definitely my mother’s designated meeting place.

“*Sigh*” (Jiro)

　I let out a sigh, trying not to make it audible, thinking it would be too obvious, and slowly looked into the night to observe the other person.

　I realized that what they were taking out of their pocket was not a stick, but an L-shaped pistol, so I quickly bent down and reached into my pocket.

　If I have magic power, it can deal with handguns, but that’s impossible in the real world.

　I was wondering if it was time to use the charm and how I should prepare myself.

“Wait.” (Voice)

“Lady Sagami.” (Man)

“He is the one I called.” (Voice)

“I see.” (Man)

　But my fears were unfounded.

　Before the black uniforms could move, the window of the car was rolled down, and although I could not see their faces because they were shaded by the light from the street lamp, their clear voices sounded good and they stopped the movements of the black uniforms.

　The other black-clad men approached the backseat door and opened it, and a woman dressed in a shrine maiden outfit got out from inside.

　The woman slowly walks toward me, accompanied by a black-clad man.

“It’s been a while, Mr. Jiro.” (Voice => Kirie)

“It’s been a long time. Ms. Kirie.” (Jiro)

“Yes, it has. The child who was once so small has become a fine man.” (Kirie)

　Then he called my name.

　I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve seen the woman in front of me. …I don’t think I’ve seen her since I became part of the labor force, at least not since I became an adult.

　We were about three meters away from each other.

　That’s when I caught sight of the woman, my aunt and my mother’s sister, Kirie Sagami.

　He looks like he’s in his late twenties, but by my estimation, she’s in her early thirties, so her real age should be older than her looks…

　The same goes for my mom, but it makes me wonder why all the female relatives I know look so young.

　The way she dressed in her shrine maiden outfit, with her straight black hair flowing in a relaxed manner, was a gesture that could be described as a Yamato Nadeshiko.

　I was convinced that my mother’s side of the family was of that type because of her dress, her gestures, her atmosphere, and the fact that she was dressed in black.

　I bowed and exchanged greetings with her since I hadn’t seen her in a long time.

“Well, get him inside, we’re leaving for Takamatsu.” (Kirie)

“Yes!” (Man)

“Yes!” (Man)

　The dialogue did not end peacefully.

　I’d like to say that it’s not a big deal, but I think that it’s time for work.

　Ms. Kirie said the words sternly without changing her expression.

　Without any questions or answers, Ms. Kirie gave instructions to the black-clad people standing nearby and had them attack me.

　Was it her intention to have them hold a baton instead of a pistol, or was it something else?

　But that doesn’t change the fact that they are posing a threat.

　The two men in black, who had well-trained bodies, approached me in the blink of an eye, and without mercy or hesitation, they attacked me with all their might.

“Hm.” (Jiro)

　If an amateur were to receive it, it would definitely result in broken bones, and although it wouldn’t cause death, it would probably cause serious injuries.

　A coordinated attack that only those who have been trained can do.

　A somewhat excessive response to do to a person you have never met before.

　The intention to attack, to overpower the opponent.

　In response to this action, my thoughts instantly switch to combat mode, and I consciously operating my body, which has become heavy due to the fact that I am outside the company.

　With my eyes, I constantly gather information and examine my opponent’s capabilities.

　The movements of the two black-clad men were sophisticated, and it seemed as if they could have been in the Self-Defense Forces.

“Ha!” (Jiro)

“Hng!?” (Man)

“Gah” (Man)

　As a person who is dealing with the instructors, I have to say that their movements are slow.

　Does this mean that I don’t have to give it my all?

　To my opponent, they might have thought they were moving as fast as they could, but to me it felt slow, and I was able to deal with movements within the same time frame.

　And since I don’t have magic power, my dynamic vision is also affected and my ability has decreased, but that standard is the standard in the space where the magic is present.

　Even in a space without magic, my kinetic vision has been trained above average humans.

　Naturally, I have also developed the reflexes to follow that dynamic vision.

　I catch the opponents’ movements without fail, grab the first one by the wrist as he comes down, and lightly throw him away with one hand.

　The first one tries to use a defensive stance, but I can work with that.

　Although I am unable to land a hit, while trying not to injure, they hit the ground with a throw that only inflicts pain and stops their movement.

　And even if one of his friends gets hit, they are not reckless and takes advantage of the opportunity after I throw one of them away.

“Hmph!” (Man)

　Quickly letting go of the wrist I was holding, I kicked off the ground and intercepted him while flying in the air.

　Flying Swallow Kick.

　I jumped up from the ground, twisted my body at high speed, and used my right foot to kick away my first target, the baton.

The second blow of the follow-up attack, his right hand is knocked away and his hands are free, and he quickly tries to defend himself with his left hand.

　But it’s late.

　Weaving through the gaps in his defense, I lightly kicked him in the chin with my left foot, causing him to fall back on his knees after taking a few steps back.

　After that, he tries to stand up, but it seems like he can’t stand up.

　It seems like I was able to control my body and neutralize them.

　The moment only lasted less than ten seconds.

　It subdued two large adults in the blink of an eye.

“…I guess it was just as my sister said. It seems like you’re more capable than I imagined. I cannot say you are amazing, but I guess you are that person’s son. I’m sorry for testing you.” (Kirie)

“No, from your point of view, you probably feel like you are using a greenhorn who doesn’t understand anything. There’s no problem at all.” (Jiro)

　In the first place, I’m fine with a fight where I don’t have the intention of killing.

　If it’s a fight of this magnitude, I mind it anymore.

　I was to tell Ms. Kirie, who looks apologetic, to look up, and tell her that we don’t have much time.

“Yes, we don’t have much time. I saw from the battle earlier and from my sister that you are quite capable. I will rely on you for this matter. I will discuss the details as we travel.” (Kirie)