Amagi Brilliant Park's
V2 - Chapter 1 Part 2
“I think attracting the attention of the parents is a good choice.” Seiya muttered to Moffle after lunch was over. They met each other in the hall in the administration building, and started a conversation.
“Moffu. Well... I can't say you're wrong, fumo.”
Although he was knocked out during a previous fight, Moffle's injuries appear to have been few. He rested at the health center for thirty minutes. Then, after eating a few snacks of croquettes (his favorite food), he got up like a Phoenix and rushed towards the administration building to help on the interview panel.
“Indeed our guests lately are only parents, fumo.” Moffle admitted in an unhappy whisper.
During this period—just after the new school semester begins but before Golden Week begins—the students and workers are mostly focused on adjusting to their new schedule. Not many of them can go out with friends and family, especially if it means messing things up by taking a day off to play around. Therefore, the most likely weekday visitors for these times are people who do not like to queue. (Concidentally, you can even ride on certain whip-holding archeologist attractions by waiting less than five minutes during this period—although some say this has not happened lately, so be careful.)
Because of this, Seiya decides to go after the parents; the ones who are least restrained by the shackles of the new fiscal year.
Last month—right after he decided to remain the managing manager, after all the events in March—Seiya began to press their services to elderly centers and nursing homes. He distributed coupons, set collective purchases, and made snack stalls preparing flavored light rice balls, miso soup, warabimochi and houjicha.
As a result, AmaBuri maintained a higher-than-usual figure during the less productive period in April, though it did not come close to the amount they earned during their 30 yen campaign in March.
“Parents are still guests,” said Seiya firmly. “Stop grumbling and be grateful.”
“I know I should be grateful, fumo,” Moffle confessed. “But, it's just that..it's very difficult to talk to them.”.
“Ya...” Seiya can certainly sympathize with his statement.
Last year, during the summer holidays, he had already traveled alone to Gunma to travel. At a bus stop in an obscure hot spring town, he engages in a conversation with an elderly woman who is completely fruitless. He said “I came from Tokyo,” and he said “Oh, what a great job.” He said “I heard this village will be submerged when they build a dam,” and he said, timidly, “Oh, you flirtatious..” They only talk to each other. Why is it so difficult for the young and the old to reach understanding?
“It's only natural that it's a communication problem. They complain a lot too, fumo. They stumbled once at an attraction, and said ‘I'm almost dead; you'll pay for this.’ We have several lawsuits filed for minor sprains, fumo.”
“Hmm..” Seiya pondered the puzzle.
“Then, there was a perverted old man who saw Muse dancing around in his costume, telling him to come and start teasing him, fumo. They throw their cigarette butts on the ground; they cut the line. The parents of today are out of control, fumo.”
“Oh, really?” Seiya is interested although does not intend to be interested.
“Currently, there are also polite parents out there, fumo. But I tell you from experience: the parents of today are not good. Especially the baby boomers it—”
“Alright, that's enough. Stop now.” Seiya waved his hand, stopping Moffle before he could say something too controversial.
“Alright, fumo. …sadi? What department are we interviewing for today?”
“Everything.”
“Moffu?”
“I put a searchable ad in every sector, but I got fewer applicants than I expected,” Seiya explained. “So even though I plan to do an interview for three days.we only get enough applicants to interview for a day.”.
“It's disappointing, fumo.”
“Come on, don't let that bring you down,” said Seiya. “We will also retain searchable ads until next week.”
The interview will be held in the third conference room on the third floor of the administration building. Seiya and Moffle took their seats facing away from the window, then spread out a copy of the resume Isuzu sent them. Isuzu entered a while later; he was wearing a plain dark gray suit with a tight skirt.
“You're late, Sento.” said Seiya.
“I took a shower and changed my clothes. I decided I had to wear something secretarial, and I spent ten minutes debating what it was. More specifically, I wasn't sure if I should wear pants, or should I flaunt my legs in a tight miniskirt. I decided to choose a mini skirt; not for the suitors, but to invite—hmmmmmgh!!!” Isuzu covered his mouth with his hands and jerked forward.
“Repeating that ‘hmmgh’ again,” her stool. “Seriously, what's wrong with you today?”
“K-Kanie-kun's chat. Are you really going to play the role of insensitive characters who are dicint—hmmmmgh!!”
“…? Ah, forget. Just do as you please.” Seiya looked at his watch, then clapped his hand.
“Okay, let's get started. Call first applicant.”
A waiting general affairs department cast member nodded and left the conference room.
Seiya, Moffle, and Isuzu—two high school students and one mascot—were the ones leading the interview. It resulted in a strange-looking jury combination, but they didn't have much of a choice. They are the main park.
“It reminds me..” Seiya opened the conversation. “Moffle?”
“Ya?” the mascot replied.
“Where is your Lalapatch thing?”
“Ah... I forgot, fumo.”
“Hei!”
“I left it in my locker, fumo. Should I go and take it?”
Amulet Lalapatch is a mysterious magical item given to the AmaBuri servants. It was a silver talisman that was roughly the size of a 500 yen coin, with the engraving of the waist of a goddess. When the magical natives of nature put it on, the people around them would see it as an ordinary human being. Although it sounded incredible, it was actually not a rare and hard-to-find artifact; it was a basic consumer item, commonly sold in magical nature department stores. The cheapest ones cost the equivalent of 980 yen, but these are produced in the magical realms of China (whatever that means) and have a tendency to explode over time. They are advised not to use it.
“We should have led the interview,” said exasperated Seiya. “How will they take us seriously if we are two high school students and a costumed weird guy?”
“Ah, well, I won't worry, fumo. They will get used to.”
“Hmm, I think so, but..”
“Again, we don't have time. Let's just go ahead, fumo.”
“I hope this will be fine..” Seiya is worried.
While they were still talking, the door of the conference room opened; the one who entered was a student with a relaxed aura around him.
“Thank you for the chance.” The woman leaned over, then sat on the folding chair as directed.
She had long hair and slightly adorable eyes in the corners, Seiya observed. He wore a rather ill-fitting suit that he might not wear often; he chose a jacket that was one size too large to cover his large chest, which resulted in strange wrinkles around his waist and arms.
He did not seem nervous, and had a calm friendly smile. Plus two points, thought Seiya.
She also seems not to be too bothered with one of her interviewers who is a costumed doll creature. Can't be disturbed at all? Plus one point, he decided again.
Moffle folded his arms and leaned back. Isuzu looked towards the floor for some reason and blinked quickly, as if he received a big shock. Seiya heard him whisper something like “Did my dream come true?” but he didn't know what he was talking about, so he just let it go.
“So, ah.. Adachi Eiko-san,” said Seiya, looking back at her resume. It seems that he will handle most of the questions and answers. “Thank you for applying to be part of our cast.”
“Oh, not at all,” reply. “I'm the one who thanked.”
After a slightly silly pleasantry, Seiya saw how he filled his department of choice.
“So..your first choice is the attraction cast, so, and your second choice is the entrance cast. Both are important posts that interact a lot with guests. Have you ever done a job like this before?”
“Ya,” she confirms. “I was with a talent agency until last month.”
“Oh? And what agency is it?”
“I'm sure you haven't heard of them. They're called Quattro Productions.” explains Eiko.
He was right; he had never heard of it. Of course, there are hundreds of talent agencies out there; it may be some sort of escort service or model.
His agency failed to find a good job for him, or he didn't get enough requests and they didn't renew his contract. Either way, he's back to being an ordinary person. That's a pretty common situation.
Although if he feels a little offended about it, there is a chance he might get into a fight with his co-workers. Minus one point, Seiya decided.
“Er, well, it seems like you have never heard of it,” Eiko-san said with a small laugh. It didn't sound like a self-deprecating laugh; he just seemed to be trying to make things right after seeing he wasn't sure how to respond. He's attentive, then. Plus the other two points, he thought, increased his score.
“Ah, forgive me. I'm not educated in that field,” Seiya apologized. “What kind of an agency are they? Modeling, companion service..”.
“Ah. They produce videos, actually.” Eiko told.
“Oh?” tanyakanya. “Video, yes? What type?”
With a polite smile, he replied: “AV.”
“............what?”
“.............er?”
“............fumo?”
“AV.” says Eiko.
There was a long silence. The three interviewers simultaneously moved backwards, their seats rattling due to his strength. Eiko-san remained calm as usual.
“Um...” Seiya stuttered. “I-I-It is.. p-p-work y-that is impressive... s-s-very...impressive...”.
“Thank you.” said Eiko with a beaming smile.
“Y-Y-Yah... em...” he was confused, “H-h-just to make sure, k-you said... AV?”
“Ya,” strictly. “I make about ten.”
“Se-Ten?!” Despite having a long history as an actor, Seiya could not help but gape, nor for his voice to break. Whahuh? he thought he couldn't believe it. Is he serious?
THE AV? Not ‘advanced vehicles,’ right? This young and sweet lady, with her mysterious aura that even made me feel serene and comfortable inside? This kind of respectable and elegant ‘neighbor sister’ that every man dreams of at least once in his life? No way, Seiya thought.
A woman like her. Make that kind of video?
It is impossible, he said in his heart. That's not possible. What is wrong with this world?! Seiya could feel his gaze on the world shattering into pieces around him.
Isuzu froze, his eyes as wide as a blister, while Moffle poked Seiya by his animal hands and hissed in a soft whisper: “Seiya..
“A-What?” Seiya whispered back.
“Ask his stage name, fumo. I want to know, fumo.”
“I can't question him that!” Seiya replied with a suffocating voice. He then starts thinking rationally again and gives Eiko-san a stiff smile.
“Y-Yes, um. I'm sorry. I-It was a history of y-which is quite unusual..it s-s-a little m-surprised me...”.
“So,” he said as if regretting. “I quite often hear that..” This time, there is a bit of sadness in his smile. That expression was a problem; there was something vaguely erotic about the vulnerability it displayed. It evoked a faint desire to protect her, and then asked for various things instead.
“Oh, but no need to worry.. I'm used to.”.
“T-Thank you.” Seiya countered.
Then he heard Moffle whispering in his ear again: “Seiya.”
“A-What?!”
“Control yourself, fumo. You are the interviewer. Don't thank him, fumo!”
“T-But..” Seiya tries to defend herself.
“You should press it in this case, fumo,” Moffle advises him very much. “Come get his name and debut work, fumo!”
“You shut up!” Even so, Seiya did not know what to ask her next; anything she needed to know for the job could easily be interpreted as sexual harassment. For instance…
Example one:
“So you're in college right now, right?”
→ “And what do your classmates think of you, eh? I bet they always strip you with their eyes.Heh heh heh..”.
Example two:
“Your reward starts from 750 yen while you train, is that okay?”
→ “I know this sounds low, but I'm sure you can get some bonuses here and there.. Heh heh heh..”.
Example three:
“Do you enjoy riding horses?”
→ “Ya, darling. I bet you like ‘riding,’ right? I myself am a stallion. Want to try with me sometime? Heh heh heh.”
Goddamnit! thought. I'm really locked! A sweat came down Seiya's temple.
Eiko-san continued to wait, calmly, the next question. Time passed in awkward silence.
What am I supposed to do? I—I know, I'll let Sento Isuzu handle this, Seiya broke. She was a woman, she was always calm, and she would ask all the right questions to oppose the foolish men around her. He turned towards Isuzu.
“.........” His face is pale, his hands cover his mouth, his shoulders tremble.
“S-Sento?” he spoke carefully.
“...hmmmmgh!” He looked up, put away his hands, opened his mouth wide as if speaking, then closed his eyes tightly, pulled Seiya's ears, and pulled her roughly towards him.
“Aw!” reject it. “Hey, what are you—”
Her lips were close enough to bite her lobe, and she could feel her breath on her neck as she whispered to him, in earnest: “Kanie-kun. Don't ask for my help. I'm fighting more than you are right now, for these three reasons: One, she looks exactly like the suitor I saw in my dreams this morning. Two, you seem to like it a lot. Three, when he delivered his history, you were shaken even more severely than I had ever seen before!”
“A-What?” he whispered back.
“I better not say more than that, but I still seem to be under the influence of the truth nut, so it seems I should. I regard you as a competent man who is not easily shaken, and see you become powerless in front of a big-breasted big-breasted type of older sister with all the courtesy and experience of life that I do not have, also the sexual history of the superdreadnought battleship class made me very angry. Yeah, I said angry. You'll accept her as your secretary while I'm—” She suddenly pinches her nose and groans again. “Hmmmmmgh!!”
“S-Sento?” Seiya was surprised again.
He was panting, his elbows placed on the long table and his head bowed while they all looked on with concern.
“Why not ask... reasons to apply?” finally he whispered with his finished voice.
“Y-Ya.. Yes, good idea.”.
Yes, ask why applying, Seiya said in his heart. It can't be sexual harassment.
“Moffu. Ask her stage name immediately!”
“Close your mouth!” Seiya cleared his throat loudly, then returned to Eiko-san. “Ah... forgive me about that, Adachi Eiko-san.”
“Sure.” he retaliates with steadfast composure.
“I know it's a rather difficult experience,” Seiya apologizes again, “but one last question.. can I ask why you want to work in this park?”.
Yeah, that's one thing he can't understand. Why would a woman with a history like her, who could make a bunch of money in the nightlife if she wanted to, choose to work for this ugly amusement park?
“Ah. Let me see..” Eiko-san seemed to consider the question. She placed a finger on her beautiful lips and looked at the ceiling; there was something very seductive about this behavior.
What's he thinking? He wondered if he should use his magic. The magic he obtained from the princess of the Maple Land kingdom, to read one's mind just once…
This is not the time, he decided. If they recruited him, and he started working with them, it would be better to keep him for a more profitable time. Call it sneaky if you want to, but Kanie Seiya is not a man who threw the grenade away.
“...erhh,” he whispered. Isuzu stared at him with a frown. Can he know what he's thinking? No, no, he thinks so…
Some time later, Eiko-san returns to talk: “. I did enjoy it, of course, but I wanted to see the smiles of the people I entertained. That's why I applied here.”
“Ah... hahh.” says Seiya uncertain.
“What is not enough?” Eiko wanted to know.
“Yeah, U-um..” He felt tears forming in his eyes, but he held it back. A woman who can give such a clear answer.how, when, why? The world is becoming increasingly incomprehensible. Phrase ‘I enjoyed it, of course’ is the most traumatic attack of all—dia wore everyday clothes when saying that. For some reason, it just made her feel even more miserable. Really, he asked himself inwardly, how is this possible? Damn it…
Anyway, just calm down.
Seiya took a deep breath, and remembered to say: “Thank you very much. We will tell you soon about our decision.”
After Eiko-san left the conference room, Moffle immediately denounced Seiya. “Why don't you ask her stage name, fumo?! You're the worst manager I've ever seen! I'm so disappointed! I lost hope because you wanted to be a ‘honored man’!”
“I can't ask!” Seiya countered. “And if you're so disappointed, go hang yourself!”
“Hah! Look at my body, fumo. You can't kill me with a hanging sentence,” Moffle retaliated with contempt. “I'll just dangle there looking like teru-teru bozu!”
“You are bragging or insulting yourself?” Seiya wanted to know.
“Moffu..” Moffle ignored him, then photographed Adachi Eiko's resume with her phone and sent her somewhere, accompanied by a short message.
“Can you not photograph her resume?” pinta Seiya sharply.
“Again, where did you send it?”
“To Tricen. I asked if he recognized her, fumo. He knows a lot about AV.”
More things Seiya did not want to know. So that chibi triceratops character knows a lot about AV, huh? Disgusting. “Begini, you..”.
“Now I'm just waiting for a reply, fumo.”
There was no way he could recognize her from the small photo where she was facing the camera without makeup, however. All beautiful women tend to look the same.
“Hei!” Seiya. “What a rude thing to say.”
“While so, I'm not completely angry,” he's pensive. “Knowing that you also have an interest in such things... If you like, I can show you—hmmmmmgh!!!” Isuzu clasped his hands to his face with all the strength he could muster, then banged his forehead against the table.
Seiya retreated quickly, feeling annoyed by his behavior. “S-Sento?”
“Don't.. worry...” says Isuzu weak.
He was really acting strange today, Seiya thought suspiciously. He is usually very calm and aloof.
Just then, Moffle's phone buzzed. “There has been a reply from Tricen, fumo. Hmm... Yes, I understand.. fumo, fumo...” Moffle stared fixedly at the LCD screen and nodded sharply. Then he took a deep breath and stared into the distance. “...Well, call the next one, fumo,” he declared while saving his phone.
“...Does he recognize it?” ask Seiya.
“Knowing who?” ask Moffle plain.
“Yah.. Eiko-san.”.
“Yes, he knows his stage name, fumo. So?”
“Y-Yah..”.
“He knows his most famous labels and works.” Moffle spoke with appreciation. “Tricen it, fumo. He was always knowledgeable and quick to act! Well, to the next applicant.” As Moffle flipped over the resume of the next suitor, Seiya caught the corner of her mouth curving upwards.
You rascal. He knew and he didn't plan to tell me, Seiya realized. He knew I couldn't just reveal myself and ask him! And what's more, he immediately moved on to the next suitor! This mascot is really rotten!
“The men and I will probably stop by the rental store tonight, being a little drunk and worried, fumo,” Moffle commented to no one in particular. “Ahh, it will be fun. I can't wait, fumo.”
“Ngh...” Seiya groans.
“You know, fumo? Want to know, fumo?”
“Guh... certainly not! Call the next applicant!” Seiya ruled over the general affairs officer, extending his right hand like a captain of a certain space battleship.
Right then, Isuzu said something extraordinary. “I want to know. Mr Moffle, tell ak—hmmmmmmmgh!”
“S-Sento?” Seiya surprised.
Moffle's eyes shone with curiosity. “Oh-ho? Our royal guards expressed interest in the most unlikely. I want to know why, fumo.”
“J-Obviously, to see if hiring her will bring complaints about our garden..I mean, to learn the secrets of how she lures men so easilyny—hmmmmmgh!” For the umpteenth time now, he pinched his nose and banged his head against the table.
Maybe he's really not feeling well? She said she felt sick during the previous mess. “Hei... are you okay?”
“I'm not okay at all.” Isuzu looked at him, his hand pressing against his injured forehead. There were tears in his eyes. “I haven't felt like this since I was Kindergarten, had to go to the bathroom but couldn't say it and desperately had to tighten—hmmmgh!”
Seiya was just starting to think he should call an ambulance when there was a knock on the door.
“Excuse me! Sorry I'm late!” The second applicant came in.
She is a girl of High School age, with reddish-brown hair and big, sparkling eyes. His movements are agile and energetic.
His face flushed red and he panted as he walked to the interviewer's desk. “I Bando Biino! Nice to meet you!”
He expressed himself clearly and clearly. Plus two points to it, Seiya thought.
Isuzu whispered something about a dream again, but Seiya ignored him. He decided it was better not to think too hard about anything he said today.
Bando Biino wore a school uniform, a brownish yellow cardigan over an ancient sailor model. Based on her resume, she is a first-year student at High School in the same city where Seiya lives.
She is cheerful and cute, with nice curves, and an aura that guests will probably love. Plus one point.
The main problem is—
“Um. Before we start, can I ask you one question?”
“Sure!”
“...What's with that blood stain?”
There was a small red stain stretching from his left side to his hips. Wait—it's not a blood stain. It was a sparkling color of fresh blood that glittered. It continued to seep, as he observed, further into his cardigan cloth.
Minus 200 points.
“Ooh, sorry! I was just in a hurry.” Biino tried to cover her waist that was stained with blood, timidly.
‘Malu-shame’ is an unexpected reaction... And what does the rush have to do with it?
“A-Do you hurt yourself?”
“Ah! I'm fine, I'm fine! It's nothing, really!” Biino waved her hand quickly. Blood drops fell from his fingertips, making unpleasant red spots on the floor of the conference room.
Seiya flinched, Isuzu furrowed his brows, and Moffle tilted his head seriously.
“Er... are you sure you're okay?” ask Seiya.
It occurred to him that Biino was not as excited as he had thought before. His breathing was irregular, his legs were trembling slightly, and he grew even paler with time.
The previous applicant, Eiko-san, certainly left an impression—but Biino-san destroyed it in a completely different sense.
“If you don't mind... explain how you got hurt?”
“O-Oh, no need! I don't want to make excuses! Please.. hahh... hahh... continue the interview!”
It was a stupid time to start acting like a hero in shonen manga. ‘I don't want to make excuses’ is an awesome attitude to have, but the bleeding that's still going on is kind of pulling it out of that realm.
He turned to Isuzu and whispered, “What do you think?”
(I'm not sure. I thought he was trying to use the hanging bridge effect to make you care padan—hmmmmgh!)
And he continued his strange ritual again (details were omitted for comfort).
Yes, right, Seiya thought. Forgetit.
Then he whispered to Moffle, “What do you think?”
(To me it looks like a stab wound. He probably lost about a quart of blood. Considering her body, she would likely remain conscious and answer questions for about ten minutes.) His comments are practical but strangely unhelpful.
“A-Come call an ambulance for you.”.
“No, don't!” Biino insists.
“I don't want to cause trouble because of stupid little cuts. Hi... hi... My life depends on this interview!”
Oh, for what sake... How could his life depend on this ugly amusement park?
(He's certainly passionate, fumo. Do you think this is.. kagebara?) Moffle whispered tremblingly.
A kagebara is an act in which a samurai would warn his master by slitting his own stomach, asking for a meeting with a dignitary, and then dying before his eyes.
That's not something you would do in a part-time job interview. Even if you get the job, you'll die.
(I'm sure.it's not a kagebara.).
(Well, I don't think so.. Hmm?) Just then, the sound of an incoming call rang from Moffle's smartphone, which he placed on the table. (It's from the security center, fumo. Waita minute.)
He thrust out one animal hand to silence Seiya, then began to engage in a silent conversation. Meanwhile, Biino bowed and pleaded with Seiya.
“Please. Please... ngh... interview.. Blugh...” Fresh blood flows from the corner of her beautiful lips.
(It looks like he's bleeding deeply, fumo. Better hurry, ) Moffle said, cutting short his phone call to warn him.
(B-Rushing?!)
“Quick! A-Just ask me a question, please! While I'm still conscious!”
“B-True..” Afraid of the demonic madness in Biino-san's eyes, Seiya finds herself complying. He whispered to Isuzu, “call an ambulance,” and then started a completely cursory interview.
“So, um...for your preferred working time, I-you said after 4:00 pm on weekdays, right? You will mainly work on the closing shift of—”
“Blugh!”
“Um?”
“Blugh... khlugh... I b-can work... after 4:00!” he confirmed through the blood-stained fingers that covered his mouth.
“Ku-I think I should hurry. The job you're applying for. guest control and trade. Why do you want that position?”
Guest control mostly means directing and guiding guests, while trading means working in a store. Both are jobs with a lot of human contact.
“Ya... huff... huff.... I want to see... hurgh.... customers.... blugh! Smiling..” Grain of sweat stuck to his pale face as he opened his teeth desperately.
Such a face would not make anyone smile—except perhaps his mortal enemy.
“You also inquired about child care. The trial period for that one is twice as long as the standard...Is that okay?”
“T-Sure.. I... hlugh... I like to see... hng... children.... guh.... happy ones!”
His expression was truly terrible. His dedication is admirable, but seeing Biino's current face will make 100% of the children cry, for sure.
“In-Dimand understood.” Even to prolong his conversation, he could not think of anything to ask that would tell him more than he already knew. I really hope the ambulance arrives soon.
“We'll let you know if you get the job or not in a few days. For now, please get treatment!”
“A-I can't!”
“Get treatment, damn!”
“M-I'm sorry.. I still have so many things... uhuk! To tell... blugh! About me!”
“Uh..”.
Biino held onto her knees, trembling, her shoulders heaving. It was then that Moffle finished his call with the security center and patted Seiya on the shoulder.
(What?)
(According to security, there was a stabbing incident at Amagi Station earlier. Crazy guy stabs a high school girl in front of the station.).
(What the fuck!)
(The attacker seems to have been detained, but the girl he stabbed just said ‘I'm fine’ repeatedly, then rode his motorcycle, fumo.)
(Be..
(This seems to be on the news at the moment, fumo. That's why the security got worried and called me.).
Ah, that explains everything.
Seiya can admire the courage needed to speed towards an interview, even after being attacked by an assassin. Plus one point. But he can take a little consideration about the position where he puts them. Minus 100 points.
Anyway, for now, they only needed to deal with the strange situation where they were.
“Um. We understand that you're passionate about her work. K-We can't guarantee we'll hire you, but you can be optimistic about your opportunity.”
“Te-Receive... hnn... thanks... gluh!”.
“So, please get on the ambulance right now. I'm sorry for the suggestion, but we called 119. Come onl. Don't push yourself too much. Don't look at me with those empty eyes, it'll haunt my nightmares. Oh, come..”.
Unable to continue talking to him from the interviewer's desk, Seiya stood up. He barely managed to catch Biino when she fell from the folding chair.
“Sorry.. sorry..” Biino repeated it in Seiya's bloodied arm.
“What ambulance is it already here? Let's get him out. Hey, Moffle, leave the phone and help me!” he shouted at Moffle, who was talking on his smartphone once again.
“Wait, fumo. I got another call from the security center.”.
“Oh, come on!”
“I do not... hrr... want... late..”.
“Yes, you s-very noble..”.
“But I have to apologize.... for one more thing..”.
Just then, the door of the conference room slammed open.
The one who entered was a half-naked man carrying a kitchen knife.
“Huh? What?”
“Fiuh... phew..”.
He gasps. The knife was covered in blood. He wore nothing but underwear and stockings covering his face. It is, to put it more simply, a pervert— and not the kind of subtle pervert.
Is this their next suitor? No, of course no one will come for an interview dressed like this.
“Seiya, Seiya.”
“A-What?”
“I got an update from the security center. Previous reports are wrong. The man who stabbed him has still not been arrested, fumo.”
“A-What?”
“And also, a suspicious person just broke through the employee entrance, fumo. Well actually, the guards were too afraid to stop him.”.
Seiya looked at Biino-san. He nodded weakly.
“I'm sorry.. He is my older brother..”.
“Ka-Sister male?”
“He doesn't.. want me to have a job, so..”.
And that's why he stabbed her? That doesn't make sense, Seiya thought. And...does he glare at me from behind those stockings? Did he register me as an enemy for holding his sister?
“Fiuh... phew..” His shoulders up and down, half-naked man takes a step forward.
“Um, okay, relax. Relax, please. Can you calm down?” Seiya urged.
“Fiuh... phew..” Half-naked man lifts his knife.
“Ah, um, are you going to stab me, then? Stabbed me? I'll warn you. It would be a loss to mankind.I'm pretty good at fighting, you know. Well, I've never been in a serious fight, but I've experienced everything I've tried. …I am very strong. I think I'm strong. I might be strong. Well, you might want to get ready.”.
“Are you quoting the lyrics of Sada Masashi? You must be confident, fumo.”
“Shut up! It's coming!”
“Fiuuuh!” The man charged forward, swinging his kitchen knife. He's after Seiya.
“Wow, wow, wow!” With Biino held in one hand, he used a folding chair like a shield with the other.
The next second, he felt a strong impact.
His knife had pierced the back of the folding chair— a few centimeters to one side and it would have pierced his neck.
“Why, you..” Seiya turned the chair and kicked the man. The man staggered a few steps back, forced to remove the knife stuck deep in the chair.
“Will you do something?!”
Responding to Seiya's shout, Isuzu pulled out his musket and fired four ‘Painful Bullets from Girding Your Pinky Finger into Rias’'s Table at him. As the madman curled up in pain, Moffle quickly closed the distance between them. A series of two quick blows followed by an uppercut was delivered.
“Fiuh...” The man was thrown so high that he almost hit the ceiling, then landed completely immobile on the floor below. By then, Moffle had turned his back on the man and wiped his animal hand with a handkerchief.
The man in his underwear lay silent.
“Moffu... he will eat through a straw for a while, fumo.” It was a statement in the list of the top ‘100 statements I want to say one day’ every man, and Moffle said it very coolly.
“You know.. Looking at you two, sometimes I think you guys should just get out of this ugly amusement park and start working for a military contractor or something.” Seiya let out a sigh.
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