Big guys are my vests

"Heroic spirit..." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko looked at the clown in strange clothes with cold eyes, and the name rolled from the tip of his tongue.

But how did he know "Krollo", had he summoned it before?

Shibusawa Ryuhiko looked sideways at the black-haired man, and saw that his eyes were faint, but there was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"It's a brand new big apple~" Hisoka's fingertips moved slightly, and the tip of his red tongue slowly licked the ace of spades between his two fingers.

This look... is unfamiliar with warning, this is not Kuroro from the brigade!

If other counterparts of the Big Apple exist—

Hisoka pressed his hands tightly to his cheeks in fascination, dazed into the beautiful world full of big apples.

There was a flash of helplessness in Tsukimi Ritsu's eyes.

Hisoka, a person who can't use normal logic to speculate, even speculates with the other party's thinking, will fall into a strange situation instead.

Fortunately, with 50% confidence, the test duration is only——

Before Tsukimi Ritsu checked and confirmed the page, a murderous shudder ran through her body, and the hairs on the bottom of her clothes stood on end.

Hisoka bowed down in a fighting posture, and when he raised his eyes, he locked on the "Kurolo" who was standing tall and straight.

Since it's not Kurolo, isn't it the best time for 1v1 that he dreamed of? You don't have to abide by the rules that members of the team can't fight among themselves, and directly challenge and launch an attack!

The first moment the thought flashed, he had already made a move, bullying him.

not good!

Tsukimi Ritsu made a move at the moment Hisoka's eyes were fixed, but it was a step too late in front of the fighting monster that was close to the limit of human beings.

Hisoka originally aimed at "Kurolo"'s neck, changed direction as the opponent reacted, pinched his shoulder hard under the misalignment, and dug his sharp nails into the skin bit by bit.

Hisoka laughed wildly and threw him to the ground.

Tsukimi Ritsu took advantage of his strength and jumped back to distance himself from him.

This is not good.

The real Kuroro has many skills, and he is even sure to kill Hisoka with a complete arrangement.

But he only has two or three skills unlocked by the system, and they are not powerful means of attack.

Defeating Hisoka head-on was tricky.

Hisoka existed for five hours, so it seemed that he had to kill the other party's enthusiasm and divert his attention.

Tsukimi Riko took a long breath, pulled out a small knife, and concentrated all his energy on mobilizing the power hidden in the cells of this body.

It stands to reason that when using a stolen ability, the book must be manifested on the right hand, and the page of the ability to be used must be turned to *.

In order to fight against Hisoka, "Kurolo" specially developed an ability-"Bookmark Chapter", which condenses a bookmark, and even in the closed state, the ability of the page where the bookmark is located can be used.

Now, that bookmark happened to be stuck on the "teleportation" ability page.

Hisoka's attack was missed by his unexpected short-distance movement.

The wind of the fist tore the air around the cheeks, the black pupils turned slightly, and Tsukimi Ritsu was secretly startled, did each attack maintain this strength...

Instantly move, activate.

The momentary movement made the precise attack just miss a fist.

In just a few moments, the two had fought more than a dozen times. Mingmingyue saw that Lisu had the ability to dodge completely, so she just passed by as if teasing.

Hisoka drooped his eyebrows, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded.

It is true that they are fighting, but this feeling of being unable to start is so uncomfortable!

His attacks became open and closed, as if purely venting his anger, and the clang of metal blades knocking away playing cards was endless.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko could only see the moonlight reflected on the blade, flashing past his eyes again and again.

This small knife... seemed to vaguely arouse his sense of familiarity.

Just when he was about to move and considered whether to intervene, the two were separated by the last blow and stood opposite each other.

"It's not fun at all." Hisoka felt bored, stopped his hands, puffed his cheeks in dissatisfaction.

"Krollo"'s attitude of avoiding the battle quietly wiped out his interest.

No matter which Kuroro can always accurately dispel his thoughts of fighting.

"How cunning, when will the Big Apple have a good fight with me~"

Hisoka turned his gaze to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko who was standing aside.

If he read correctly, this little apple just wanted to make a move, right~

"There's no need to do useless work." Tsukimi Ritsu put the knife into its sheath and straightened his cuffs.

"It's the resultism of the Big Apple again. But for me, the battle itself is more interesting than anything~"

Hisoka opened his arms, recalling the feeling of hearty battle, couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Passing by him, Hisoka walked towards Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, but was held by Tsukimi Ritsuko's shoulder with one hand.

"Huh?" Hisoka turned his head, his eyes fell on his hand, "Big Apple has changed his mind~"

Seeing his dim eyes, Hisoka instantly understood and shrugged, "Is the little apple your prey, hehe~"

"He's not the type in the traditional sense, and he won't be able to take another attack head-on." Tsukimi Rito pointed out.

"Boring—" Hisoka lost all energy in an instant, and the tail of his hair drooped a little.

He took a closer look at Shibusawa Tatsuhiko. Indeed, the thin arms and legs are not like those who have been trained. It seems that they have developed an unusual ability to think?

"Krollo, speaking of where this is, I've never seen it before, and it doesn't look like any ruin." Hisoka exited from the battle mode, rubbed his chin and looked around.

"The summoning channel is very interesting, is it your newly stolen ability~"

steal?

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko glanced at the quiet Tsukimi Rito, and secretly wrote it down in his heart.

"Another world, you can go back in five hours." Tsukimi Ritsu explained.

"Well——" Hisoka accepted the setting without any obstacles, and it didn't matter where he was.

"I don't have time to play with you. Do you want to go to the East District to take a look? If I remember correctly, several organizations are fighting today, and they have dispatched decent people with supernatural powers."

Tsukimi Ritsu pointed out a clear way for him.

Hisoka's eyes lit up, "Little Apple~ah—don't blame me for accidentally killing the little apple you fancy~"

The red-haired magician sees through his purpose and wants to make a big fuss?

However, if it suits him, why should he refuse it?

"Unidentified supernatural powers broke into the battlefield and made a big fuss. The ace attacker was killed or injured? [-] million rewards for the red-haired clown..."

Mori Ogai looked at the newly handed information on the desk and opened his eyes wide.

Seeing his "terrified" expression, the person in charge of delivering the information twitched his lips mockingly.

Chick, this kind of coward can also be a leader?Sure enough, I got shit luck.

"One way of saying it is the heroic spirit."

It is said to be a heroic spirit, but most people tend to name this ability as a heroic spirit summoning.

"Heroic spirit or something, it's impossible, haha..." Mori Ogai scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Hundreds of people witnessed the red-haired magician disappear into dots of light." He pushed his glasses, his tone cold.

"Then, I still have things to do." Ignoring Mori Ogai's reaction, the intelligence officer nodded symbolically, pushed the door open and left.

"It was completely ignored, Mr. Mori." A few strands of hair protruded from behind the large desk, and Osamu Dazai, who was playing games cross-legged, made up the knife.

Mori Ogai reluctantly picked up the quill, but the indifference in his eyes revealed a bit.

"Dazai-kun, do you have any clue about the recent rumors?"

The information handed over by the intelligence department was not complete at all, and it was estimated that he didn't bother to sort it out, but just picked a few pages and brought them up to perfunctory Mori Ogai.

From somewhere in Yokohama, there was news that the universal wishing machine appeared in the world. This time, the "Heroic Spirit" seems to exist as a ticket or a breakthrough.

It is said that the leaders of many organizations have received an invitation, but as the number one port mafia in Yokohama, they have not yet received an invitation letter.

"It's 'book' again? No, it doesn't look like it. Something interesting happened at last." Osamu Dazai stretched his waist.

"Heroic spirits... it's not impossible for them to exist—after all, this world is ridiculous enough."

"Then leave it to Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai looked out the window, the sky of Yokohama was covered with clouds, entrenched in all directions.

Dusk faintly climbs up, but the night is far away.

I always feel like I'm losing...

Mori Ogai sighed lightly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi from the same school not only got the license to open with supernatural powers, but the armed detective agency gradually got on the right track.

As for the port mafia, because of someone's intrusion, Mori Ogai's pace was disrupted and he completely lost control of it.

But he is not completely defenseless.

At least until the cadres decide the winner, his mascot has always been firmly in place.

The person who personally promoted him to the throne must be very distressed to find that he can't be pulled down now.

Mr. Central Plains.

A stern smile flashed across Mori Ogai's eyes.

The fax machine suddenly turned on automatically, and it was extremely harsh in the spacious office, sending out signals that were on and off.

He took down the paper, it was Morse code.

Suddenly, the heavy door slammed open, the corners of Sen Owai's lips curled slightly, and he adjusted his head.

His fingers left creases on the paper, and he looked over in surprise.

"Got it, that invitation letter." The armed cadre glanced at the paper in his hand, stepped forward unceremoniously, and snatched it from him.

"The cadre meeting decided, the port mafia, please join."