"What the hell! He was shot and he's still alive..."
-Bang!!
An elbow to the neck of the robber, who was still nervous.
After that, I gave the guy a strong, spinning blow, who belatedly mentioned the weapon and the one indicated.
After that, the rest of the robbers got scared and shot, but I withstood the attack with my body and jumped towards them.
-Bang! Bang!
The robbers were beaten and fell to the ground amidst the bullet casings.
After everyone was subdued, only the leader of the robbers, who stayed beside the driver, occasionally on the bus.
"...What the hell, you."
Is it strange that a guy who almost died was able to take down his subordinates?
However, even though I'm weak, I have a long history in battle.
Even though I have limited skills, I have trained a lot in martial arts to fight and can easily subdue villains who rely solely on weapons.
"An ordinary office worker."
Of course, I have no obligation to reveal my identity in detail.
".....A job interview candidate."
"Nonsense!"
I thought that the guy who specifically did that was pointing the gun at me, but
the guy's hand was actually pointing at a woman sitting next to me with her head down.
It's a woman with a big belly sitting in the pregnant seat... ...
Hey, this is too much for Mr.
"It seems like you're a hero with healing abilities, but if you were going to introduce yourself,
shouldn't you have done it a little faster?"
"Gyaaaaaak!"
The woman, screaming, is dragged out helplessly.
The leader, who pointed the gun at the woman's head without mercy, spoke to me with an ugly smile.
"I want you to jump off the bus. Or else..."
-Bomb.
Of course.
I should accept a provocation to seize a chance.
"W-what!?"
"Shoot."
"What!?"
"Why are you scared now?"
Do you think I'll be scared just because you have a hostage?
Coincidentally, this guy is a former villain.
I've seen my colleagues get killed countless times.
How could I be scared now by a threat to someone's life that has nothing to do with me?
"You, you bastard...!"
The guy looked at the pregnant woman alternately as he watched me approach.
Yes, no matter how much he said that, he would still hesitate.
Of course, if you keep provoking him, he might shoot me, but the important thing is that a moment of hesitation is already an opportunity.
- Phew!!!
I took advantage of the gap and threw what I had hidden in my mouth at him.
The moment the flying mass landed on the guy's eye, he let go of the hostage and started pressing his eye.
"Kahak! What, what is this...!"
What is this? It's a bullet that was lodged in my head.
I hit the guy in the face with a single punch while he panicked and grabbed his own eye.
The guy who was hit hit his body against the bus's windshield and lost consciousness.
"Ugh, yuck..."
After that, the pregnant woman, who was now free, started crying while holding her belly.
Is it natural to feel scared when a gun is pointed at your face?
At that moment, the driver was still under hypnosis and didn't let go of the steering wheel. I didn't try to wake the driver up from hypnosis, if you try to wake him up by force, his hands
can twist and cause an accident.
You have no choice but to let him hold the wheel
until you reach your destination... ...This is difficult. If he doesn't stop halfway, you'll make me late for the interview.
"I, I..."
As I was thinking about what to do, I heard a voice behind me.
One of the passengers on the same bus.
He, like the people around him, had a pale face.
"You got shot, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I dodged everything."
-Swallow.
"...There's blood there."
"Don't worry. It'll get better if you put some saliva on it."
No, actually, there's no need to put any saliva on it.
My domain, "Region," has the effect of constantly returning my body to its original state, even if I'm not aware of it.
Of course, this does not apply to physical growth and aging, nutritional status, and physiological changes, so it is far from immortality, but on the contrary, it has the effect of naturally restoring separated parts of the body to their original state.
The scattered bloodstains will soon disappear and return to the body.
Tracing using the genetic information left at the crime scene would be meaningless to me.
Of course, the police could investigate if they wanted to... well, this is an age where accidents and incidents happen very frequently.
Since there are so many cases to investigate, if I just walk away from here, they will definitely close the case without delving too deeply.
"You guys will take care of the cleanup, and I will retreat now."
"Yes, yes? Where are you guys going...?"
Ignoring those who directed me, I ran straight through the bus window.
My body, which had just passed through the open window, soon fell into the middle of an alley.
My body bounced so hard that my bones were crushed and fell into a nearby trash can... ...
What the hell is this all about on the way to an interview?
Knock, knock.
I took a deep breath, put the bag away, and stood up, feeling my bones recover.
I should be fully recovered in about 5 minutes.
Fortunately, the route to the city hall and the interview were the same, so if I could get up, I could proceed without any problems.
Of course, the pain that accompanies the process is my own, but it is unavoidable.
"This is all for the sake of rebuilding the organization."
The heroes are still searching for the remains of the Uroboros, and in order to avoid the eyes of those around them, we need to have a stable livelihood.
In such a situation, a regular job with a regular income and a guaranteed identity would be the best cover.
I stated this and, enduring the throbbing pain throughout my body, I walked towards my destination.
And...
***
"Father, why are you lowering your head?"
"Because it's embarrassing."
After returning home, I had to bow my head right in front of the boss.
As it happened, my ability was limited to my body.
Even if my wounds and bleeding were healed, it would be unreasonable to expect the clothes I was wearing to be healed as well...
"Why are you dressed like that?"
"There was an accident on the way here! Haha!"
Damn, I was told that being confident is good during interviews, so I smiled and spoke energetically,
but the interviewers responded something like, "unfortunately, that's not the company's profile," so...
"It can't be helped. Isn't it lucky that you were able to do your job without showing your identity to the public?"
"...Yes, that's true, but."
Yes, the truth is that I failed because I was unlucky.
However, because of my fake identity, I have no qualifications worth mentioning.
And that situation, I ended up wasting the job opportunity I fought so hard to get just because I met some thieves.
Even the fact that I had no luck entertaining my boss is no excuse. It would be wrong to forgive myself for that.
Maybe, but… ….
"If I'm going to keep resting my head there, wouldn't it be better here than on the floor?"
"Huh? What...?"
Feeling doubtful, I lifted my head from the floor.
What caught my attention were the knees of a young woman curled up on a pillow.
"Lie down here."
"...Huh?"
-Tap tap.
The boss tapped my knees with his hand as if he were answering.
It was a sight that I couldn't help but find deeply embarrassing.
***
Angol Moa.
She, the goddess of destruction from outer space, was a distant being that I, a mere human and a mere pawn, was not even allowed to look at.
Even though she has become a young woman after the war, it is a fact that she is a transcendent being who has led countless villains.
"Bread, you had a rough day today."
How am I supposed to accept this situation where such a great being is giving a lap pillow to a lowly puppet?
"That's right, she is kind..."
Furthermore, she patted my head sincerely.
I felt an indescribable feeling and my expression distorted by reflex.
"Ah, was that too strong?"
"No, not quite."
I don't like this situation.
How can I, a mere puppet, interfere in my boss's actions?
If she wants it, I do it, and if she doesn't like it, I have to refrain from doing it immediately.
It's ironic that I am the one receiving the consideration, not her.
"Huh, it seems like you're not sure about a lot of things."
As if she had understood my feelings to some extent, she smiled bitterly and stroked her chin.
"But Brad. Right now, aren't we living hidden in human society, far from the organization?"
"Yes, that's true..."
"So, even in places where others can't see, if we at least practice the relationship between parents and children, it will be easier to show others naturally. I hope that with my current attitude, I can convey the feelings of a daughter who thinks of her father."
She continued what she was doing as she said this.
To be more precise, her current behavior is similar to what a mother does with her child... ...Yes, if that's what she wants, then I'll just follow.
As I thought about this, closing my mouth tightly and looking at the ceiling, I felt a strange sense of confusion creeping over me.
"Sorry, boss."
"It's okay, this is something I do because I like it..."
"No, that's not it."
I corrected her words and looked around.
At best, it was a small one-room apartment with a closet, a kitchen with a sink, a bathroom, and a balcony.
It was more than enough for one person to live in, but it was too cramped for a child.
After all, wasn't she the head of an organization that all the heroes had to go out to take down?
"If I had been a better person, I could have put you in a better place..."
A worry that I would have just chewed on inside.
This guilt manifested itself in the form of impatience at having failed the interview, but she paid no attention to it, smiled and patted my head.
"Brad. I've told you this many times…"
That's the story she always tells.
"From the moment I came to Earth, everything I encounter is an experience in itself. If I belonged to an organization, I would simply enjoy my life as part of it, and if I left the organization, I would simply enjoy my life as part of it."
Yes, she had never complained about any lack in the past three years.
Unlike when she was in the organization, she now received scant food, clothing, and shelter, but she accepted it all as an experience of human society.
"No, I think it's better now than before. For me, who has been in charge of the organization since the moment I came to Earth, my current life makes me feel like the world is expanding."
"…Even if you're in the corner of the room every day when I'm not there?"
"Even when I was in the organization, I stayed in the same place."
Yes, because someone with authority shouldn't move around carelessly.
Having everyone's support means that everyone is watching her.
Her activities have always taken place in places where the organization's eyes were on her, and in places that the organization had built.
"No, on the contrary, compared to back then, now is the right time to learn about humans. In other words, lack means that you can experience your true self without any decorations, since you don't care about appearances."
"...."
"Then don't feel guilty, Brad. Instead, I should be grateful to you for taking care of me, who has nowhere to go after the organization collapsed."
Boss spoke to me in a low voice, as if he was comforting me.
I immediately realized that his intentions were based on honesty.
First of all, lies serve to hide one's own shame, and for a transcendent being who takes pride in his own existence, it would be an unnecessary emotion.
But does Boss know?
How would this honest appearance of mine be reflected in my eyes?
Boss, are you really thinking about rebuilding the organization?
I couldn't bring myself to ask this question out loud, even after seeing her current appearance.
Of course, she was the biggest villain I knew.
Who else could change this damn world?
"I'll definitely be able to pass the next interview."
Even though this moment is an experiment and a game for her, that's no reason to throw away my ideals.
When I answered with this thought hidden inside me, she smiled silently and patted my head.