The brave Simmel wants to resign

call----

Just as he was thinking this, he felt a push from the wind behind him.

With a whoosh, Simmel swept past Nanami Kento, rushing towards the closet in two strides, arriving in the blink of an eye.

So fast!

Nanami was taken aback.

Normal human beings need the following steps to take action.

【observe】

[Confirmation Information]

【think】

[Conclusion]

[Nerve transmission to the limbs to initiate action]

After a year of training, Nanami is now able to make judgments quickly.

But Simmel—was sent flying almost the instant he saw the scene.

(?!)

(idiot.)

Nanami Kento's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mouth twitched.

How could a cursed spirit leave a child alone? It must be lurking nearby.

There was no time to think.

He followed suit and made the movements.

boom!

With a single step, the blood-stained tatami mat was crushed into several pieces by the immense force, its surfaces sprawling and sticking up in all directions.

Draw your sword—

Just then, in the shadows of the ceiling, a twisted mass of flesh suddenly began to writhe.

The low-level curse spirits were of uncertain form, resembling an aggregation of countless human organs, with tentacles reaching less than half a meter behind Simmel's head.

Just as he was about to launch an attack, Nanami Kento's sword precisely severed the tentacle.

The moment the tentacle broke off, the cursed spirit let out a piercing shriek, and its entire body detached from the ceiling.

The Seven Seas Construction team gave it no chance to breathe.

He stepped forward, slashing horizontally with his blade, cutting the cursed spirit's body in two. Black remnants of cursed power flew everywhere, but the remaining part still stretched towards the cabinet.

*Thud! Bang!*

The cursed spirit's attack could easily destroy the wooden cabinet. The layers of panels began to break the moment they were separated, and they collided together, creating a cloud of dust.

"Simmel!"

Nanami shouted fiercely.

That kind of attack wouldn't kill a sorcerer—at least, if the opponent had a spell defense.

Sheathing his sword, Nanami strode forward.

but....

When he cleared the smoke, he saw Simmel walking out of there, carrying a child.

"Nanami, I've taken care of things here too." Simmel said with a relaxed expression. "The child doesn't seem to be injured."

“…”

He appeared to be completely unharmed.

However, Nanami didn't even glance at the child, but instead looked at Simmel with a very dangerous gaze.

"Why did you step forward just now? I told you to follow behind me."

“Yes, but I’ve determined that the cursed spirit’s goal is to ‘lure humans with the child’—‘take the child hostage while the humans appear’—‘attack humans.’ So, in order to prevent the other party from using the hostage, we must act immediately to save the child.”

Although Nanami's tone was harsh, Simmel remained gentle.

If we don't react immediately, the child will die.

...So what?

"......"

Nanami said no more.

The task itself is very simple, and it should succeed no matter what.

However... the problem is that whether or not they can be saved depends on the speed difference between the cursed spirit and their own side. Success once does not mean that such habitual thinking will not become a disaster in the future.

He closed his eyes tightly, as if he wanted to say something, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

After a while, he let out a long sigh.

The anger on his face turned into a deathly silence.

"Complete the task first."

After saying that, he turned and left.

It was as if they had made up their minds.

(It's decided.)

Nanami walked quickly, her eyes growing colder.

(Let's get started now.)

Chapter 11 Nanami, are you still Hayakawa Aki?

The task handover was very simple.

The assistant supervisor was already waiting downstairs at the apartment building, and visibly relaxed when he saw them come out.

He took the child and whispered something like "It's okay now," while the child, clinging to the assistant supervisor's shoulder, kept his eyes fixed on Simmel until he was carried into the car and the windows were rolled up.

Nanami Kento filled out a form for recording task details in about thirty seconds, his handwriting was neat.

Hey.

He handed the pen back to the assistant supervisor and turned to leave.

Simmel was still waving at the car window when she saw Nanami leave, so she quickly jogged after her.

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Six o'clock in the afternoon.

Tokyo.

This was the first time Simmel had ever seen so many people.

They poured out of the subway station exit like an underground river suddenly gushing to the surface, instantly overflowing the entire street. Suits, suits, suits—black, dark blue, gray suits, white shirts, dark ties, expressionless faces.

They flow in the same direction, like zombies.

【Didi Didi】

The setting sun bathed the entire street in orange-red light, and the glass facades of the tall buildings reflected a blinding light onto the group of people in suits.

An alarm sounded from the corner of the intersection, urging pedestrians to hurry across, so people walked shoulder to shoulder and elbow to elbow.

Simmel was pushed along by the crowd, with Nanami Kenji ahead of her.

The two were a few steps apart.

"Nanami-san~——"

Simmel called out, hoping he would turn around and look back so they wouldn't get lost.

The elderly are very afraid of getting lost.

However, in this process, Simmel always accidentally bumps into people, or rather, it is completely unavoidable.

"Ah, sorry—"

Simmel instinctively turned around to apologize, but clearly no one paid him any attention.

"Nanami-san, slow down."

Are you angry?

"If you're angry, just talk to me nicely!"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Simmel could vaguely guess that Nanami had psychological trauma, but if the other party refused to communicate, things would be quite difficult.

After all, he was a hero, not a psychologist, so he could only shout and apologize to the people around him who he had bumped into.

As they walked, Nanami turned into a small alley.

The alley was narrow, with the back doors of various small shops on both sides, piled with cardboard boxes and garbage bags, and overhead were dense wires and rusty air conditioner outdoor units.

There are finally fewer people.

Footsteps echoed in the alley, patter, patter, patter, until finally I could hear my own footsteps clearly.

Nanami also stopped in the alley.

Simmel finally caught up, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Are we going to rest here for a bit? There are so many people in Tokyo..."

Nanami's hand, which was hanging by her side, suddenly twitched.

Then--

Swish.

He twisted his body, threw a punch, and left a blur in the distance.