Chapter 4 (1/2)

TEORA: Hey You Guys, Let Me Hit You

The day after the welco ceremony As instructed, Neito proceeded directly to his station at the Miscellaneous Division

To be more precise, it was one of the many Miscellaneous Division branches spread out across the country In an area on the outskirts of town overfloith arehouses, it was a place that gave off the feeling of a backstreet workshop

He had slowly started to understand it, but the facilities and people of the Evil Organization Metallica all had separate titles for public eyes

There were ten people stationed at his worksite The highest ranked was the supervisor Thework clothes, and it didn’t look to be that they were doing any work

“I will be in your care from today onwards My name is Komori Please treat me well!”

Neito had put quite a bit of effort into his self-introduction on his own part, but the reactions to it were questionable An atood for you

“Koeneral worker to be taken on by the main branch Um, how should we handle this…”

In that atmosphere, the supervisor looked around, and called out to a young and stour man

“Oy~ Eda-kun Can you look after young Komori-kun?”

The ue, before standing

“Eh? Me~… tsk, I understand Oy, fresh meat Come o’er here”

Eda lit a cigarette, and sluggishly called over to Neito

What’s with this guy? Can he act as a coht of his? And wait, is it really fine to smoke normally at work?

A word that had been co up a lot lately ran across his mind

Sweatshop

Coeneral worker, it seees, and in the first place, they were soanization There’s no way their work environood one Is there even a concept of morals?

Will it just be those guys who couldn’t even becoo off and join Metallica, then?

He didn’t have a regular position like Maki or Ikeno With its vast power, Metallica colobal scale They were the elites to rand task While a coanization only hired those sorts from the zenith of every field, and up there, its existence and operation as a company was common sense They were a major enterprise orld-level influence While the contents of their business were a bit special, it was understandable why so athered

Even so… there was too ap, was there not?

“Oy, fresh meat! What’re you standin’ around there for?”

The jeers of the fatty came my way

“Y-yes! My apologies!”

“Can ya’ use a gun?”

“Eh? No, I cannot”

“Well ‘n, you do any martial arts er somethin’?”

“No… not really”

“Can ya’ at least make explosives?”

“…”

After the series of questions, Eda loudly scratched his head as he muttered

“… Useless…”

“Eh?”

What an unbelievable workplace Neito had yet to do anything, but he already wanted to turn and go home

“List’n here Make sure you’re able ta do soo try ‘n pick souns are o’er in that there locker You’ll need ta subuns er expolsives”

Putting out the cigarette that had burned close to the base, Eda spread out a sports newspaper, and the conversation was over Or at least, that’s what his attitude stated

Astonished as he was, there’s no way Neito could oppose For starters, he went and opened up the locker, and tried following orders

From there, a few hours passed, but in that tio buy me a juice?’ alone

A little later, regardless of work hours, Eda pulled out his phone

“Oh? Ya’ done now? Eh? For real? For really real!? How ainst? Ooh, nice Reeeaal nice~ OK, the bar ‘n front of the station, right? Well ‘n, seeya there”

“Um… Eda-san…?”

“Yeah, nice work”

Eda left quite naturally

For reals… that fatty… went and left They what exactly do you expect me to do? There should be some sort of limit to evil, shouldn’t there?

Besides being at a loss, there’s nothing a NEET could do here

The same situation continued on to the next day as well On the third day, Eda made a proposal, as if he had just remembered it all at that moment

“Coet to be able ta use ‘t? Have a practice battle with me next week”

“Hah?”

That was quite a sudden utterance there What’s that supposed to be A practice battle?

“Practice battle… in what exactly?”

“Huh? I said it, didn’t I? It’s so the Misc Division does with its new recruits If you end up no good, it’s the pink slip I’ home here, but make sure ya clean up before ya call it a day”

The scene before Neito’s eyes went pitch black Well, he understood the rule There’s no helping it if a rule like that waselse, this was the lowest tier that actually did the active work There’s no helping it if you turn out to be no use at all If you went off to battle like that, there’d be no helping death It would be so like a final examination after a trial period

Yes, I get that part But

Then what exactly aned here, I haven’t been told to do anything but get juice, and clean up

Even if he looks like that, Eda’s worked for Metallica’s Miscellaneous Division for two years And even if that was his first venture into the world of crime, his battle proas, at the very least, over mine

Rather than that, perhaps Eda anticipated all of that, and therefore didn’t train me at all

This is bad Way too bad At this rate, I’ht, sustain serious injuries, and get cut to top it all off

“… Maybe it’s over for me”

Left behind, Neito couldn’t help but mutter

Fine I don’t care, I’ll just quite a coh his an to clean The company had shown him a small ray of hope after all He’d pay it back at the very least

“Still so young You can go home for the day”

To Neito, one of the workers A ot the feeling his na the lines of Manaka Toshi+o