Four members of the Kijima clan also visited the Yukooka Institute the following day. It's not for retrofitting, it's for training.
"It was ideal to train with True you for a while, but I couldn't say that anymore. It's convenient for us to have four modified surgeries tomorrow."
Junko called out to True and Kantaro, sitting side by side at a training center located within the Snow Oka Institute, where they were resting for a short time.
"I'll turn it into a heroic mouse, as planned."
"Does this guy need a modification? Still strong enough."
Thumbs up Kantaro, true says.
Naturally, I don't want it to be modified or anything like that. It is a word that also contains its true meaning, but even if it is enlightened by a pure child, it does not matter.
"But if we modify it, we'll be even stronger, won't we? I'll get you anything you can. For the princess, for the rebuilding of the clan."
Kotaro spills an invincible grin and says in a powerful voice.
"Be magnificent in public about such things, do not speak"
Blame Keitaro for the grumpy face of the tree.
"Is that your lover?
"No"
True to ask, the tree to immediately deny.
"I wonder if it's going to happen one of these days. I'm a princess. Ever since Oggar and I were born. So one of these days I'm gonna make you fall in love."
Gantaro spreads a nasty grin and says it without shame.
(There's a place where the shake comes through. But I can see the shake, but this guy...)
Truth is, I felt something dangerous for Kantaro. He's the type I've seen on the back street many times.
"I mean, I'm still working so hard, it should be time for you to fall in love. Look more closely at me."
"Your Lord is over-conscious and understands the danger"
Kanataro, who was in a good mood for a tree that told him with a cold gaze, was openly annoyed.
He's in a different mood.
"I'm sorry. I like myself like this, and I don't think it's bad."
True pointing out, he said it without a coward.
"Are you really willing to modify it more than that? If possible, you should stop. Not just Kantaro, but all of them."
"Why are you stopping the truth?
Kantaro sees the truth and asks in wonder.
"I'm not remodeled and stronger. Purely daily workouts and many real-life battles, I am now."
"I worked out a little, too. But we haven't been in action yet. I've never stood in action. The princess forbade me. Besides, it can't be true."
With dissatisfaction, Kantaro speaks.
"Me, I've come here to work with True, and I've acquired quite a bit of technology that I've never known before, and in just two short days, I think I've grown up awesome. You'll see for yourself. But still, true is stronger than normal, and it's hard. That must be a huge difference in experience. The princess must have seen me as unreliable and forbidden me to stand in action."
(I can't rely on you. You're the type to die prematurely)
I listened to Kentaro, and I really thought so, but I know that mouthing it and saying it will only be counterproductive, so don't tell me. But if you don't tell him well somewhere and convince him, he'll just die.
(That's the definitive difference from shaking. He's on track soon, he's a shrewd fool, but he thinks stupid, he's dangerous, but he's twice as capable of acting, he's got good procedures, and he's equipped to break through adversity. Besides, I'm negative about modifications, and I don't think I should get the power because of anything, and I have a policy. But this guy... I can't see those things. It's just the nature of moving without thinking and dying lightly)
Truth is, I'm sure the tree spotted that as well. And it is also true that modifications and enhancements make it somewhat less dangerous to die.
"But I can do more with this modification, and I can stand in action. Sounds like the princess will finally admit it. If you had the power, you'd be harder to die in action, and if you had experience in action, you could be truly tough on it, right? If you had chosen the means, you would remain weak for as long as you wanted."
Seeing Kentaro speaking happily, Truth threw his gaze at the tree. Are you sure this is okay? - With the intention of asking.
The tree perceived that it was about to make a true complaint and became a worried face, but showed no further reactions.
In the course of that day, the hope was carried to the Miyazaki Institute.
A room full of suspicious equipment in the atmosphere of how it's going to be remodeled and myself being put to sleep on the operating table in the center of it. The hope was still unrealistic in the situation in which I was now placed.
"Wouldn't you say it's a great situation? You were supposed to live a mediocre life without any kind of weird philosophy, where you were suddenly hit by an accident, resurrected from where you were dying, and even gained a great deal of strength to fight an army of evil Phantoms and save the world, right? You think this is a really valuable experience?
Miyazaki talks with pleasure as she dresses up in more white on her swallow tail clothes, shaking her scalpel.
"No... not at all..."
Half-throated, hopeful of returning an unsatisfactory answer.
"What!? Hmm... you seem a little strange. A healthy man can make a dream come true, can't he? You can get drunk when you say you can get glory that you can't get even if you want. Fair enough. At first, there were some who weren't uncomfortable. But I'm gonna get hammered right away."
"Previously... are you making any other modifications like that, to many people?
"Uhm. And I've fought numerous legions of evil Phantoms"
When asked in doubt, he returns an answer that reminds him of yet another question.
"An army of evil Phantoms... is that what you actually are? I can't believe it."
"I'm here. I wouldn't talk like this if I wasn't there. I won't even try to remodel you like this."
"But fighting that stuff, it's dangerous, isn't it?
"Of course it's dangerous. Defeat can't lead to death. The enemy is willing to kill you. But. Don't worry. I'm going to pour all of my wisdom on you and turn you into the greatest hero I've ever known."
It is Migasaki who squeezes his fist and says it out forcefully, but his hopes are not at all reassuring.
"The people who have fought Phantoms so far...? We're all dead, so why don't I remodel it again?
When his hopes asked in horror, Miyazaki spilled a slight smile.
"That's too bad to think about. Some, of course, have lost their lives unluckily. But some don't. I think it's a bad idea to let one hero keep fighting, so I'm just talking about replacing it in moderation. Just like you. It doesn't mean they'll fight evil for as long as they live."
Hope is relieved whenever Misaki makes an occasional decent statement.
"So if you don't like it either, just fight for a little bit, and then you can pull it out."
"Ha... yes..."
It was Migasaki in a mild tone, but when it is said in this way, hope thinks. So I thought if I fell out, I might need to modify someone again to make a righteous hero.
Ten soldiers of a private oilfielder who pretended to be an Israeli mafia caught by the Miyazaki sword had been pushed into an underground cage at the Miyazaki Institute.
The space in the sitting area is not that large, so it is close to stuffing.
Misaki naturally knows that they are agents and soldiers of a private oil field store that has hidden the mafia. He has traveled all over the world, engaged in various sabotage operations, connected to the interests of private oilfielders, and eliminated those who would get in the way again.
They were wondering about this job. Even when it comes to backstreets and such, he said the opponent would be nothing more than a rogue chimp. And I was wondering. He said the target was one person, but that it was like cracking a chicken with a cow knife, such as mobilizing as many as twenty people.
But the result was a completely unexpected substitute. The bullet was also undoubled by a man who didn't work, and half of them were killed instantly. And those lucky enough to survive are in custody.
"What's gonna happen to us now?
"Are they going to be used as experimental benches for Mad Scientists?
"It would be natural to think so, but don't be discouraged. No, it's unrealistic."
"Many episodes passed down to the back streets of this country are too unrealistic for any of us to believe. Rumors are gobbling that one of my awesome arms has destroyed the organization. You were laughing at how real it could be."
"You're supposed to know with yourself... That's ironic."
"Captain Bitton will not abandon us. But the other executives..."
"At the time of our capture, we'd better be prepared to die, too. As long as it becomes an experimental bench, there is also the hand of self-determination."
"Don't give up hope. Captain Bitton will help us."
All the conversations of the soldiers in the jail had been recorded and checked, but they had not turned their heads to the possibility, and both the name of the bitton and the possibility of rescue had been put out in their mouths.