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Bowman Amano was once based here in Euthanasia City and acted as a backstreet doorman.

"What am I supposed to do if I live in the back street?"

Though Bowman chose the path to falling into the back street with her guide after gaining strength from Junko Yukioka's experimental cooperation, he didn't know one thing exactly what to do, and bumped into straightforward questions.

"You can just touch the atmosphere online. There are lots of backstreet related websites. Although there are many people on the street who take a peek at it based on interest, memberships run by backstreet informants and intelligence organizations can see more useful information. I'll introduce you to a few things."

Be kind to him. He was a pure child who would take care of this and this, but the bowman became anxious.

"I guess I shouldn't have been on the side of justice..."

Being a resident of the back street in the first place seems to me to deviate from its original purpose.

"Sometimes the trouble in the back streets can get people in the front streets involved - it's important to put yourself in the back streets and get to know the back streets better to protect those people."

"The way of the snake is the snake, when you enter the town, you mean follow the town. I don't know, you feel like a real justice ally."

"It's not tasty to rely solely on your abilities, so I'll give you a hands-on for combat training. No matter how much extraordinary power you have, you can't handle guns or fight fleshshells, and you're not going to die right away."

"Why are you trying to get to me so hard?

A bowman who asks wonders. I already have a contract. The bowman also got as much power as he wanted, and Junko was also able to test human experiments with the bowman's body.

"'Cause you're promising. Hey, it's special."

Spread a grin across your face and Junko tells you. I didn't really believe in this kind of naughty complaint. He was a bowman, but when I was told with this extraordinary bright smile from Junko, my heart would shake.

Ever since we met. The bowman, who kept smiling, creating a bright space just by being on the spot, and visiting the Snow Oka Institute in a dark mood, was also quite saved in feelings.

"Because I'm confident in the eyes that I see people. Hey. I think it would be more interesting to invest in a prospective child later."

"What could be so funny..."

I couldn't measure what Junko was thinking or trying to back myself up for, at that time, but I'm sure I had a later self because of it, and I'm grateful for breathing new life into me.

But on the other hand, it was caught all the time. Though Junko created himself as an ally of justice, Junko himself is an authentic Mad Scientist. How can such a person encourage bowmen to live a way that helps people?

For some time afterwards, Bowman and Hawk Hiko were trained under Junko, who also purchased enough knowledge of the back streets before starting a freelance end-of-life shop independently.

Though they only had strength, they did not have enough part of fame. Nor did they benefit from a proven track record of fulfilling their reputation.

It sounds good to call it a doomsday shop, but their main job was to solve problems involving street dwellers in the back streets, and more often than not, they just had to negotiate and give advice.

Though the job was quite good, they are all plain, and there is no great deal of flashy donning. There were days of lack of stimulation and boredom.

"It's been five years... We're totally veterans."

Hawk Hiko says with a careless look.

"I'm on the right side of justice. Many are grateful."

The bowman also says with a sunken face.

I think I'm doing a good job. But it doesn't feel adequate at all.

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"Don't you have to live just for others? It's also good for others, and we can enjoy the stimulation, satisfying work. Wouldn't you mind if I chose that?

"Right."

To the words of Eagle Hin, the bowman nods.

And they left Japan. Seeking a place where we can harness our power more, a place where we can be more satisfied, and then a way of life where we can be on the side of justice in saving others.

On the way back from the restaurant to the bamboo relaxing Azito in their organization's car, an email entered a true cell phone sitting in the back seat.

Mindful of the pure child's eyes sitting beside him, he projects a holographic display in small size in his hand, reflecting the letters. Cell phones of this era are large enough to fit inside the thumb and index finger, so the display has no choice but to project into the air.

'I've already been suspected. Because there was a gap where I could shoot you, but I didn't. What should I do?'

The person in the email was Mika Tsukinawa.

"How about tonight, you call the two examples to Tasmania Devil, and you blow it all up? Just in time."

Write that down and return it.

"Hmm? Who are you texting?

Junko sitting next to me peeks in curiosity.

True to see the eyes of Junko, but quickly moving his hands to see the crush.

"That hurts. That's terrible. - True."

Junko, who devoured his eyeballs without being able to avoid it, protests with deliberate tears, either because it was too sudden.

"I don't know if shooting from close range is going to change your eyelids."

"Well, True, I know the signs of shooting your gun."

I really think that would be true. When I had just fallen from the front street to the back street, the first person I taught myself how to handle guns and how to fight was Junko like no other.

"Copy that. How's Junko?

Answers and inquiries from Mika on your phone.

"I'm next door. Don't worry about seeing this email. I don't even have the guts to notice my betrayal and yours. Even if I could spot it, I don't think it would have any impact. Between me and Yukioka, it's the usual thing. And the breakfast seems to have a lot to do with the inside, so I'm on my way to get that keri on. Maybe we'll be late to get out of there for convenience."

"Copy that. I've been careful."

I confirm the response from Mika, and then I turn my phone on, and I turn my gaze to Junko, who is rubbing my eyes with tears next door.

"Wasn't that a prosthetic eye? Do you feel pain too?"

"That's right. Yo. Because pain is an important feeling. Come on, keep it on properly. Something that's made to stay the same as normal eyes -"

"I didn't know. Sorry."

Seeing the pure child around his crimson eyes congested and his eyes themselves in a crimson state, I thought it was too much, even though I didn't know, and the truth is I apologized.

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