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I was caught off guard by his question.
The way he says it, it’s like……
“—-there.”
When I answered honestly, I could see a look of surprise on the expression of Commissioner Kujo, who had been wearing a poker face until now.
“…I see. In the same world I was teleported to…”
Commissioner Kujo whispers quietly.
This time I was more surprised by those words.
As I mentioned earlier, all of the first to fourth generation heroes in the other world to which I was teleported were teleported from the real world.
That was the information I had heard and seen from the locals.
“–Is the war with the Demon King’s Army over?”
Commissioner Kujo asks with a complicated expression.
I can’t even fathom how much emotion is behind that face.
“Yes. In our generation—together with the fourth hero, we ended everything.”
“–I see. The day has come when all of the brave heroes who have lost their lives on the battlefield will be rewarded. Sakuma kun, did you kill the Demon King?”
“Yes.”
Commissioner Kujo seemed to be trying to sort out his emotions as he pinched the corners of his heated eyes with his fingers. This is a completely unexpected development.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Can you tell me who you are?”
“I am from the same world as you, only one generation older. At my age, I am afraid to mention my second name, but I think it would be good for you. I am the third generation of heroes, Xun’s right hand man, the man who was called the White Assassin.”
I realized that Commissioner Kujo’s response gave me goosebumps.
To be honest, I couldn’t help but feel excited.
I wonder why.
Because I had often heard from my mentor, who had trained me over there, that it would not be as good as it was in White’s time.
Master, along with the first generation of heroes, suffered from the after-effects of the war with the Demon King’s army, and has been working hard to train his successor.
Master, who rarely praised others, had heard that the third generation White was the most accomplished assassin.
Incidentally, the most unorthodox assassin, or rather, the one who made the master say that he was no longer sure whether he should be allowed to call himself an assassin or not, is me.
I couldn’t help but have unconditional respect for Commissioner Kujo.
“Now, this is a bit complicated, but let’s talk about it over a rally or something.”
With these words, he pulled out a tennis ball.
I didn’t see where he had taken it from.
This is the [white assassin].
I finally felt a sense of crisis and quickly deployed [Full Reflection.]
Since when did I mistake him for someone I could trust 100%?
“I was caught off guard sooner than I expected. I guess I’ve lost my skill as an assassin after all.”
Gimme a break.
“- You’ve been using the Sixth Sense from the beginning. You also vocalized it with the one-fifth fluctuation, which I could not master.”
“……Surprised me. So that means Sakuma kun is…”
“An assassin just like you.”
When hearing the word “assassin,” the words that immediately come to mind are “infiltration,” “covert,” “seclusion,” “assassination,” and “espionage.
The nature of assassination requires the assassin to kill the target before he or she is aware of his or her existence. It is only natural that the target will sense your intent to kill. It is ideal to end the game before the target becomes hostile or wary of you.
The “one-fifth fluctuation” has the effect of making the listener feel a sense of comfort and relief.
It can be described as close to brainwashing as possible.
I see. No wonder that master is so accomplished.
It makes sense that he reigns at the top of the police organization.
It is no wonder that Commissioner Kujo’s subordinates are elated, fascinated, and in awe of him.
For an assassin, the art of gaining control of people’s hearts and minds is a powerful tool. They were hooked on it.
And the other party was the No. 2 player in the previous generation’s heroes’ army. Moreover, he was in possession of the [Eye of Spatial Teleportation]
I can feel sweat sliding down my forehead.
“…..Have I died a few times, by any chance?”
“-No, I don’t know. I wonder if I could get a single scratch on my neck in my current state. Well, I don’t know what would have happened in my heyday.”
If you were an assassin in your prime, I would have been dead by now.
Even though I was implicitly told that, instead of being angry, I just thought it was cool.
The dreaded [one-fifth fluctuation.] No, it was not just the voice. It was probably his every move, including his appearance, that made me feel that way.
Commissioner Kujo also threw a tennis ball to me in a very natural way.
I guess I should say that his thinking is out of sync or delayed. There is a time lag before I recognize anything he does.
There is no doubt about it. He is using another [Sixth Sense.]
It is, after all, very similar to Master’s. It’s the [Danger Detection Blocker] that I could never master. It is an extremely delicate movement that is very natural to the subject and does not make him feel any discomfort.
When I see this, I realize how incomplete and poor an assassin I was. A heretical assassin. An unfinished assassin. I see, my master is right. I’m too flashy in every way.
In order to answer Commissioner Kujo’s rally, I used the [Evil Eyes of Guidance] to link and bounce it back when it touched the reflex activation range.
Commissioner Kujo’s way of responding was to use his [Eye of Spatial Teleportation] to swallow the reflected tennis ball into another dimension, turn it around, and return it to me.
What he was doing was very rudimentary, but he had mastered [Evil eyes] at the highest level and was proof of it.
“First of all, let’s talk about people who have returned to another world in the real world.”
“Please do.”
“As you are probably aware by now, the number of people I know who have returned from other worlds with other powers is more than I can count on my fingers.”
“……”
I honestly didn’t know what to say. I was sure that there would be other returnees besides me as he said, but maybe it was because I didn’t fully grasp what it meant to be told this by the head of a powerful national organization.
“It’s simple. Among the returnees, there are good boys like you, but there are also those who cannot forget their disappointment in the real world and are swallowed up by darkness.”
…It’s starting to smell bad. Somehow I can read what’s going to happen next.
Commissioner Kujo continues while I’m thinking about various things in my head.
“There are four main types of people who have returned to another world. 1) Those who use their supernatural powers for good, 2) Those who use their supernatural powers for evil, 3) Those who return when their supernatural powers disappear, and 4) Those who hide their supernatural powers and live their daily lives. Among them, 1) belongs to the police organization in some way, and it can be said that they are within their reach.”
“…Are you saying that 2) belongs to a criminal organization or an anti-social force?”
“You guessed it.”
Now, suddenly a major turning point has come that will affect my future life.
To be honest, I’m reluctant to accept the invitations that will definitely come after this. I’m starting to get an idea of where I’m going to change schools and what I’d like to experience.
I’m not a person who can serve the people unconditionally, even if I agree with the use of my different abilities for the sake of justice, or rather hypocrisy. Of course, I don’t intend to be on the side of justice, nor am I a saint.
“Fufu. Even though you’re still a teenager, your core is fully formed. Can we call this the enlightened generation that returned to another world?”
“Wha !”
That statement would not have come out without looking into my thoughts.
No way–!
“The [Evil Eyes of Spatial Teleportation] is more versatile than I imagined. I can also see into the target’s organs that control their thoughts and emotions by transferring them into my brain. Although revealing your secrets disqualifies you from being an assassin.'”
[Syl. I’m sorry, but can you immediately put up a blockade?]
[I’m very sorry. It’s my fault.]
[It’s not your fault. I was the one who was careless.]
“Oho. I guess Sakuma kun made a contract with a witch instead of getting an [Evil Eye] transplanted. It’s a sight you don’t often see.”
It seems that Commissioner Kujo can see Syl.
Well, it’s nothing strange if you have evil eyes, but you may have to change your perception of this.
While this person’s eyes are black, they may not be able to do whatever they want.
Of course, I don’t intend to use magic only for personal gain.
As an aside, the rally is still going on. It’s a strange scene, with no racket in my hand and only the ball passing back and forth between us. The reality that spatial teleportation continues while hacking thoughts is already astonishing.
“By the way, what number am I?”
“If I had to guess, I’d say you’re more 4) than 1).”
“The purpose of Commissioner Kujo summoning me is exactly—“
“—As you can imagine. It was to recruit you to the police force.”
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