Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Nagayama Keiichiro paused and turned around.

"I remember you carried a load for 20 kilometers every day in the army. How many pounds did you carry?"

Yoshino Kenichi rolled his eyes and said, "How can it be the same? Everyone suffers when carrying a load and running cross-country, but what about me?"

"Every day I see you walking around so coolly, and you have time to flirt with girls - but I can only be like a hotel bellboy."

A smile flashed across Nagayama Keiichiro's cold face, but he ignored his partner's complaints, just slowed down his pace and followed him forward side by side.

"I was able to 'return home' safely this time, thanks to you. I will put you first in the report."

'Going home' means getting out of the mission safely and returning to the 'ordinary people' society.

This does not include whether the task is completed, or whether the body and mind are healthy and normal.

For people like them, being able to "return home" safely is already the best wish. Asking for too much would seem too greedy.

His partner, Kenichi Yoshino, was a little surprised that this 'cold city guy' could say such a thing, and was a little astonished: "Well, not really. In fact, it was also thanks to Keichiro's kick that the monster almost bit off my arm."

Speaking of that monster, Ken Yoshino still feels a lingering fear.

Although the two men were walking on a busy street, with many brightly dressed girls passing by them, it seemed that their souls were still in this mission, fighting the monster.

It was like another cold and strange world, tightly attached to this space.

Nagayama Keiichiro shook his head imperceptibly and refuted his partner: "Come to think of it, when I heard that my partner was a special police officer who specialized in shooting and had won many shooting competitions, I was a little skeptical, haha."

As if his present self was mocking his past self, Nagayama Keiichiro said gently, "In the end, I still have to rely on you to save my life this time."

"If you hadn't accurately shot the gem on the altar and interrupted the ceremony, I'm afraid the two of us could have gone to the memorial together."

The two are registered ceremony attendants of the Sakura official.

As a special service force directly under official leadership, the people here are of the lowest status - they are all former special police officers.

As an "origin" level ritualist, Keiichiro Nagayama is the main person in charge of this group and the captain who leads Kenichi Yoshino on the "mission".

The official ritualist team is probably composed of one ritualist and one ordinary soldier.

A few teams have two or more ritualists, perhaps even more - of course, that means that the tasks such teams carry out on a daily basis will be very difficult.

Although the combination of ritualists and ordinary people may seem insignificant, in fact, every "ordinary person" who participates in the action has been exposed to the power of order or chaos, and is internally called a "contactee."

They are well-trained and very sensitive to mysterious powers, but they do not have the ritual objects and conditions to perform the rituals.

Because "ritualists" are a scarce resource in today's world.

More precious than anything else.

Nagayama Keichiro paused, thinking of something: "Since the mysterious resurrection, you and I have partnered to solve many chaos incidents. Maybe this time we can apply for 'that'."

'That' refers to the ritual object.

"Really?!" Yoshino Kenichi opened his mouth in surprise: "Don't they say that only people with outstanding achievements can do it? Can I, can I do it?"

Nagayama Keiichiro smiled and said, "You are right. There are indeed not many ritual objects of the Order side in the organization. However, we also need to increase the strength of our own troops."

At this point, his face turned serious again, as cold as a frozen snow mountain: "Recently, more and more Chaos creatures have appeared, and those Chaos ritualists have been constantly performing rituals. Society is becoming increasingly unstable."

His eyebrows were cold: "Maybe ordinary people can't see it from the news, but I have paid attention to the internal documents. This month, four large-scale sacrifices occurred in Tokyo alone."

Yoshino Kenichi scratched his short hair. At this moment, he had already ignored the weight of the suitcase in his hand: "Tokyo? I wonder if Reiko is okay..."

Kenichi Yoshino is twenty-six years old.

Three months ago, he and his fiancée Reiko Usami set a wedding date, and he is also a man who is about to become a groom.

Nagayama Keiichiro shook his head: "It will be fine. The four sacrifices were handled by other teams. Right now the official has too few ritualists, so we can only form a two-person team."

"In fact, when I was training, the tactical combination required at least five people."

But there were too few people who performed the rituals, really too few.

And even fewer ordinary people have seen people who can safely survive the baptism of mysterious power.

Most of the guys who have seen Chaos have gone crazy, and those who have seen the power of Order have become like plants, repeating an incomprehensible language in a daze every day.

Do you really think that order represents kindness?

Order and chaos are just names. To humans, they have always been the weaker side.

"Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs." Nagayama Keiichiro murmured a sentence.

"What?" Kenichi Yoshino didn't understand.

Nagayama Keiichiro said mischievously: "This is the special teacher of the fighting class in the group, an Oriental man who taught me. It means..."

"'They are all bastards. What have we done to offend them?' Something like that."

Yoshino Kenichi looked like a salted fish, with a look of "are you kidding me?" "If you didn't have this expression, I might have believed it..."

"I can't remember the specific explanation." Nagayama Keiichiro shook his head, feeling very helpless. Perhaps facing the fighting instructor was more troublesome than the cultural assessment within the team he had participated in.

"They are all a bunch of bastards, they are all a bunch of bastards...that's right."

Yoshino Kenichi suddenly raised his head and said, "Isn't that right? Why should their war involve us? What is order and what is chaos? Why should human lives be the price?"

Hearing this, Nagayama Keiichiro looked at Yoshino Kenichi very seriously: "Kenichi, this matter is related to our survival. We are on the side of order and will only uphold the rules of order."

"Even if many companions lost control or died while promoting the Order or observing the Order, it does not mean that the Order will subjectively harm humans."

"It's just that we haven't found a way to observe Him yet, nor do we have a strong enough spirit and knowledge to interpret the side of Him that He shows to humans."

After all, the more you know, the more powerful you are.

The crazier it gets.

Yoshino Kenichi sighed.

Chapter 48 Ten thousand times

Although Yoshino Kenichi agreed with his captain's words in his heart...some things cannot be understood simply by "understanding".

Yoshino Kenichi lowered his head, sadness on his young face: "But Minghai is dead."

Nagayama Keiichiro sighed.

Still mentioned him.

He knew Shida Nakai, a young man who had just come out of the army. Like Yoshino Kenichi, he had neat short hair and was very good at close combat.

Fortunately and unfortunately, the reason he joined the Ritualist Special Forces was because he encountered a ritual object from the Order side.

And, it fits him perfectly.

Keiichiro Nagayama remembered that he met Shida Nakai very rarely, and the last time he saw him was at the "ritual center".

At that time, he was carrying a super small camouflage bag filled with spare clothes and daily necessities. He stood inside the iron fence, showing his eight teeth and grinning at himself.

"Brother Yongshan! When I get promoted to the origin, I will apply to be transferred to your team and help you together with that guy Yoshino!"

This is what Shida Nakai said.

Kenichi Yoshino, who was standing by, jokingly asked, since the other people who were promoted had to stay in the ceremony hall for at least a month, they all had large and small bags of luggage, but why were you only carrying a cloth handbag?

Nagayama Keiichiro still remembers Shida Nakai's answer at that time.

He said, "It only takes one month to use the 'Contact Method'. But, isn't food and drink provided in the Ritual Center? Hahahaha, after I get promoted, I will be transferred to the observation area for the next month. If I need comics or something, I will have to ask Kenichi to deliver them."

"Of course, if it doesn't work..."

The older boy still showed his unchanged smile: "If it's not successful, then there will be no subsequent one-month observation period. And I still won't need so much luggage."

Kenichi Yoshino asked him to stomp his feet, spit, and make a few "Pooh" sounds.

The two men's boring behavior attracted the sidelong glances of the armed guards at the door. Then, the two men laughed and high-fived each other across the iron fence.

Loud applause now slapped both of them in the face.

"Minghai..."

Nagayama Keiichiro coughed a few times, then took the suitcase from Yoshino Kenichi's hand. "This is your first lesson. Maybe you have taken many lessons before, about how to face chaos, how to adjust your spirit, how to get along with your partners in the team, etc. But, those are not it."

"This is your first lesson, Yoshino Ken. Lesson one: facing separation."

Keiichiro Nagayama was pulling the suitcase, and the universal wheels made a dull rolling sound as they slid across the cobblestone road.

The man looked up at the sky, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the side of his face. His shadow was carried by the dark red light and gradually lengthened. On the street, the silence and solemnity and the noise were silently conflicting.

"We are a group of lucky and unlucky people. I think they should have asked you when you joined the special forces team."

Yoshino Ken nodded slightly: "'Fight against chaos and maintain order?'"

Nagayama Keiichiro shook his head in disdain: "That kind of rhetoric is just for show, just to build a moral high ground for us to stand on at certain moments."

"Just like the lecture by that fat bastard Fukuyama, 'There's more to life than money', yes, because poor people without money don't have the time to pay attention to him and listen to his pretentiousness."

“Don’t be brainwashed by those ‘correct’ words. Behind the absolute correctness lies the power to make it absolute.”

"Our real purpose is just to protect ourselves..."

Nagayama Keiichiro sighed: "Protect yourself, protect your family, and protect everything that is important. Including... the people living in this country."

He tapped Yoshino Kenichi's forehead with his rough fingers: "Question: In addition to slowly absorbing the mystery, holding order rituals and repelling chaos, is there any other way to advance in order?"

Yoshino Kenichi answered blankly: "No more? When the instructor taught me, he only mentioned these three."

Nagayama Keiichiro said with a hint of meaning: "I mean, are there any other ideas that you can think of yourself?"

Yoshino Kenichi scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "I have thought of a method. Since we need chaos to advance, we need to increase our strength quickly instead of slowly absorbing the mystery, which is too slow."

"Well, can I..."

He carefully looked at the profile of the man walking straight, "Can we... raise some chaos? Or, cooperate?"

Nagayama Keiichiro did not yell at him as he had expected. He was silent for a while, and then he said expressionlessly, "I have also asked this question, and many others have. Many people like you and me have also asked this question."

The instructor said: Thinking like this has already fallen into the trap of chaos.

After that, he turned his head and looked at his deputy: "What do you think?"

Yoshino Kenichi thought about it and agreed: "Yes, isn't this the same as Chaos? Being addicted to power, causing harm to ordinary people, forcing them to feel Chaos, and then killing them... isn't this a sacrifice?"

Nagayama Keiichiro chuckled and interrupted his deputy's muttering: "Really?"

Yoshino Kenichi looked at the captain with a meaningful look, somewhat unbelieving: "Could it be... Could it be that..."

Nagayama Keiichiro neither confirmed nor denied it. He simply stated: "I don't know. I just have some doubts."

"Because order is always order, but people are not necessarily so."

The two people communicated intermittently as they walked through the endless stream of people.

The streets were flickering with neon lights in the evening. Many young people, with their partners, and some even younger men and women who looked like students, were hugging each other intimately and disappearing in front of a hotel in an instant.

At this time, Kenichi Yoshino was still surprised by what his captain said and could not believe it.

But after careful consideration, I feel that those senior executives might really do it, but...

What does it have to do with me? People who have not experienced chaos will always think of various ways - just like playing a game, doing the so-called "upgrade strategy".

But as a "contactee", and a chaos contactee at that, he knows chaos very well.

He is not a single god or a group of monsters.

No, chaos and order do not have separate directions.

That's a rule.

A set of rules composed of a huge cluster of knowledge that is unacceptable to humans. More than half a year ago, I almost died under that set of rules.

What does it feel like to be infected with Chaos?

Before joining the special forces, Kenichi Yoshino was a special police officer.

He once asked his colleague, a drug enforcement officer, to take him into the drug rehabilitation center for investigation.

I won't go into detail about the results of the investigation. In short, he made a vague calculation:

If the feeling of sucking is 1, then when I am infected with chaos, the sweetness of knowledge, the feeling of sucking madly to the top...

At that moment, it can reach about 10000.