Otherworld Company Chapter 227.2: Understand Their Objectives And Respond Appropriately.

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“If you learn your lesson from this, you’d better find a decent job.” (Jiro)

　With a jerk, I crushed something with my hand.

　Not biological hardness, but metallic hardness.

　It’s not something big that I crushed, but something small.

　No, it would be something that was big, to be precise.

　More accurately, it was something that was from an armored car.

　Two armored vehicles, both of which were smoking, their bullets came here and there, and the one that had just been crushed was a machine gun attached to an armored vehicle.

“Phew.” (Jiro)

　There were bodies all around.

　The enemy was still out there, and I wondered about my nerve to smoke in such a situation, but I was indeed tired of doing this.

　I jumped into a storm of gunfire, dodged RPGs and grenades, withstood the light of stun grenades and smoke from smoke grenades, and repeatedly tore and tossed them back one by one.

　When the number of enemies decreases, if I am aiming for the big fish, they’ll be close to an armored vehicle.

　With a flying kick, I dented the armor of the armored car and caused it to topple over, followed by a flurry of attacks.

　I continued to hit the car until it was literally beaten flat, and then dragged the man out of it, in an act that would have made any normal person say that my fists would have been severely injured.

　Once the machine gun was folded in two and disabled, the other vehicle was finished off in the same manner.

　As a result, it is full of holes, and is it an armored car? The result is something that raises questions.

　I hope you’ll forgive me for this one because I did something that I wouldn’t normally do.

　I’m not physically tired, but mentally I’m tired.

　If it had been a skilled soldier equipped with a modern anti-tank rifle, an RPG, and a variety of other weapons who had made this mess, I could understand it.

　But what would they think if they saw a man in front of them who had done it all without either of those weapons?

“I’m sure the instructors will be laughing happily at the sight.” (Jiro)

　At least they wouldn’t have shown a look of fear toward me.

　Rather, I could see in their hands that they would happily challenge me to a fight.

　As a person who knows such an existence and seeing my opponent in such a debilitating state of fear, I now reaffirm my common sense that this side is more normal.

“Well, you just have to give up and say it was the other person’s fault.” (Jiro)

“I-I want to live.” (Cultist)

　That’s how insane I look to the enemy.

　If you ask me if there are people in modern Japan who have been educated by ogres or undead, most people will say that there are not.

　First of all, the one who is definitely insane is me.

　I’m sure the other person would be scared if they saw me like that, and although I wasn’t laughing out loud, I knew I was laughing because of the excitement of the battle.

　However, this is the first time I had been begged for someone’s life.

“For now, just sleep next to them.” (Jiro)

　Although I thought our exchange made me feel a little strange, I said to myself that I am not enjoying murder.

　And even if I deny in my heart that I am not someone who enjoys killing, there is no reason to overlook my enemy’s surrender.

　Don’t show mercy to your enemies, this is the golden rule when challenging a dungeon.

　So, I kick the man, whose mask is missing, and the upper right part of his face is now visible, to the edge of the square.

　Although it takes some effort, it is definitely more powerful than a professional fighter.

　It still won’t turn easy for him.

　Kaido and I are used to seeing humans fly away like a football, but I was deeply moved as I finally went from being on the receiving end to being on the kicking end.

“Now then, is this the target here?” (Jiro)

　With this, the security was eliminated.

　The onmyouji who was supposed to be with them must have been led away from here by my mother, judging from the sound of explosions in the distance.

　I could tell from the sound of the battle that they were fighting a guerrilla war, but I had a feeling that my mother has the upper hand.

　With a wry smile, I shifted my gaze from the direction of the explosion to look at the object I was looking for.

　With a cigarette still in my is mouth, I turns my gaze to see the object I had been looking at from a distance, but now I can see it more closely than before.

　The object pulsates and beats with a thumping sound.

“It’s even more gruesome when you look at it up close.” (Jiro)

　The internal organ-like graphic is vivid.

　I wonder if that’s what makes it look even more disgusting at first glance.

“Now, what should I do with this?” (Jiro)

　It looks like a dangerous object to touch, and I know that I can’t just hit it.

　No one would be stupid enough to hit a bomb because we know it could explode if we hit it.

　In the same way, there is not much that a physically specialized person like me can do in front of such an object.

　However, there are some things that I suddenly notice when I stare at it, hoping that I can notice something by observing it.

“…the heart is beating faster?” (Jiro)

　I thought the heart was beating slowly until just now, but now the rhythm has become faster.

“I don’t think it’s a mistake.” (Jiro)

　The heart is beating so fast that I think it’s going to explode if it keep going like this.

　What should I do, or should I hit it?

　I tried to think further, and the sound of the heartbeat was about to occupy the square.

　An out-of-place sound echoes.

“Flutes?” (Jiro)

　I guess you could call it the sound of the wind.

　At first, one tone is heard gradually increasing, creating a chorus of flutes.

　And.

“…” (Jiro)

　I immediately knew where the tone of the flute was coming from.

　I knew as soon as I turned my head in the direction from which the sound was coming.

　I wish I could have told them they were out of place.

　But in a way, the group seemed to fit the place.

　They were dressed in white kimono with black cloth covering their face, and they were walking toward me, a flute whistling at the ready.

　Around them were women, or should I say “dancers,” women dressed in flashy kimonos with their faces covered and dancing slowly to the beat of the flute, along with the flute player.

　In such a place, such an act.

　The unusual sight did not make me feel uncomfortable.

“Ah, I see.” (Jiro)

　And seeing the act, I could not understand it, but I was convinced.

　I didn’t know what they were thinking, but I knew what they were doing.

　And I also guessed that I was the only one who could deal with them.

“Oh, this is getting more troublesome.” (Jiro)

　I grabbed my cigarette and extinguished it as I crushed it on the ground with my foot, venting the anger at the bastards who had made my vacation not a vacation.

　If it were possible, the job should have ended with reconnaissance and disturbance.

　But it didn’t end there.

　My mother was probably fighting with the onmyouji right now.

　She said she was going to do something about them, so I should do something about the ones here.

　Then I’ll just do what I have to do, I thought, and called out to the group.

“Huh? What are you doing?” (Jiro)

　There was no way they would answer my question, and the flute and dance didn’t stop.

　Oh yeah, they won’t answer me.

　There’s no way they will.

　After all, what about the other party?

“Oni.” (Jiro)

　Because they are not human.

　Inside the gently swaying cloth.

　Horns and fangs grow from it.

　Unlike goblins and orcs, there was a Japanese Ogre there who looked similar to Instructor Kio.

Note for the Day

I never thought I’d be able to meet the inhabitants of a fairy tale.