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Chapter 35 -

Things We Can't Compromise On

"Perverts are our target this time."

When I announced this, Rika-chan looked puzzled, while Hikaru-kun's face resembled that of a cat doing the Flehmen response.

"Well then, shall we go to the scene?"
"W-w-w-wait! Huh? What? Satou-san! Explanation! Explanation! What do you mean by this!?"
"...Seeing is believing. You'll understand when you see it."

It's not proper conduct to not thoroughly explain the request beforehand. A proper instructor would have given a detailed explanation. But I'm here now. With me around, nothing too outrageous is likely to happen. So, to make them understand to the bone, prioritizing the initial impact is better.

(To be honest, when it was my turn, I didn't think much of it)

This must be about personality differences. The one experiencing versus the one making others experience. Adults versus children. It's amazing how perspectives can change so much depending on one's position...

"Are you both done with preparations?"
"Okay~"
"...I-I guess so."

Rika-chan seems quite thick-skinned. While Chika-san is the serious type, Rika-chan seems to have a nature of not thinking too deeply about things.

"Alright, let's go."

I teleported with the two of them to a certain mountain in Saitama Prefecture.

"We'll walk a bit."
"Roger that."
"Y-yes!"

I could have teleported directly to the base, but I decided to let them walk a bit to prepare themselves mentally. And as planned, while walking through the mountain at night, Hikaru-kun's feelings seemed to settle down. We arrived at our destination after walking for about ten minutes.

"Uncle? There's nothing here?"
"Oh, but there is."

I stubbed out the cigarette I had been smoking in an ashtray and exhaled a big puff of smoke. As the exhaled smoke spread vigorously, blowing away the camouflage, a Western-style mansion appeared where there was supposedly nothing.

"You can learn about this kind of camouflage from your instructor later. Now, let's go."

I kicked down the door and shouted.

"This is a raid!!!"

Then, from all over the mansion, people who seemed to be members of the organization appeared. Counting roughly... oh, there are about fifty of them. To gather that much support... well, I understand the feeling, but still.

"Th-that's... Satou Hideo!?"
"Even if we were exposed, why would a man like him..."
"L-l-l-leader!!"

Seeing my face, more than 70% of them became flustered. The remaining 30% didn't even flinch. Judging by their attitude and apparent strength, that 30% must be the executives and the top brass.

"Calm down, all of you. Yes, he is indeed a fearsome man."

A well-groomed man standing on the landing of the stairs spoke up. He must be the leader. But... is he about the same age as me? Seriously, man? You're quite good-looking...

"'Humanity's Strongest,' 'Earth's Final Line of Defense,' 'Personification of Nuclear Power,' 'The Jörmungandr of Umeda.' He possesses strength that not only lives up to these grand titles but even makes them seem insufficient."

The Jörmungandr of Umeda is wrong, though. That nickname was given by someone from the underground who saw me drinking myself to death in Umeda during a business trip to Osaka. It has nothing to do with strength, just meaning I was way beyond the level of a mere snake in terms of drinking.

"...But so what?"

Their agitation began to settle. ...Right, this is a nostalgic feeling. These types of guys often have a strange charisma.

"Are we going to bend our will just because of power? Are we going to abandon the light we've been pursuing just because a strong person appeared?"

Man, that sounds so cool.

"Don't make me laugh. Human dignity isn't something that bows to mere strength."

I reflexively reached for a tall can of beer but restrained myself. If it were just me, that would be fine, but I'm responsible for guiding these kids, so I can't escape into alcohol.

"Besides, is Satou Hideo really what we should be looking at right now? Sure, if he were a woman, he might have tremendous potential, but he's a man."
"..."
"What we should be looking at now is that girl over there."
"Eh, me?"

Rika-chan flinched slightly as everyone's gaze suddenly turned towards her.

"...Indeed."
"I sense considerable potential."
"But that makes it all the more regrettable."
"Ah, yes. She lacks refinement."
"What are you saying? It's our duty to guide and teach her."

Rika-chan? They're not exactly complimenting you, you know? Well, to them it's praise, but... Oh!

"Uncle!?"
"Satou-san!!"

A beam of light was fired from the leader without any warning. I deliberately intercepted it, jumping into its path as it was aimed at Rika-chan.

"It's alright. No damage done."
"O-okay... Huh!? Wait, Uncle, why is your hair blonde now!?"
"...You're quick. Hair dyeing magic... if it had hit, that girl would have become a beautiful blonde."
"Even the fastest hair dyeing magic was so easily..."
"At this rate, we won't be able to hit her with the makeup beam or the tanning ray."
"Wait, wait, wait! What are you trying to tan!? This calls for a skin-whitening beam!!"

Ah... they're not really united after all. Even if their ultimate goal is the same, personal preferences differ when it comes to the details. I think both are fine though.

"Hair dyeing? Makeup? Tanning? Skin whitening? S-Satou-san... who on earth are these people..."
"...As you can see, they're an organization. Let me tell you their name."

I sigh and say:

"They're the 'Society for Creating Gyaru Friendly to Otaku.'"
"'Huh?'"
"The Society for Creating Gyaru Friendly to Otaku."
"It's not that we didn't hear you! W-what are you saying..."
"In the underground world, there are those who use supernatural powers to do bad things. These guys are one such group."

There are outright villains who unfairly acquire large sums of money, kill people, or kidnap women, but these guys are a different breed from those straightforward bad guys. There's... a certain number of perverts who use their powers in stupid ways to satisfy their fetishes. And the annoying thing is, even if you crush one group, another pervert pops up, and it never ends. Compared to the outright villains, they're small-time... no, calling them small-time might be an insult to actual small-time crooks, but they're still a nuisance. It's also the Mutual Aid Society's job to deal with them to prevent trouble for ordinary citizens.

"Young lady over there. Won't you become a gyaru too?"
"Stop recruiting."
"As a gyaru friendly to otaku, you could save many shy boys."

Damn, they're not listening at all... I mean, I like discussing fetishes too, but come on. Forcing it on others is wrong, isn't it? It's enough fun to chat about it with close friends... I mean, like-minded companions.

"What do you say? Let us hear your answer."
"...Uncle."
"You can ignore them. Now then, I'll handle the strong ones, so you two take care of the rest."
"Okay... Ah, I really don't feel like doing this at all."
"W-well, let's do our best."

I take a step forward while lightly rotating my shoulders.

"Hey, before we start, can I say one thing?"
"What is it?"
"You guys, aren't you misunderstanding something? I think there are gyaru who are friendly to otaku."

But,

"Those girls aren't just friendly to otaku, you know? They're friendly to otaku 'as well as' others."

For a moment, time stood still. But they quickly came to their senses, and:

"Say that and it's war!!!"
≪Kill him!!!≫

And so, the battle began.