Chapter 45 Amber River

"Shiratori, are you serious?"

In the office, Minister Miki sat in his chair and looked at the desk, on which lay an envelope.

The white paper looked particularly dazzling under the dim light, especially the three eye-catching words "Resignation Letter".

He looked at the white bird bowing in front of him, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

In his opinion, although Shiratori is a bit wooden, has a soft personality, is a bit slow in reaction, and thinks about things superficially...

But at least he has excellent execution ability and can endure hardships.

I never argue with myself and will complete the assigned work diligently and without complaint.

As for the reason for his resignation, he was even more puzzled.

The difficulty of my current job is not that high, and I don't try to make things difficult for others by giving them some difficult tasks to establish my authority!

The most important thing is that this is a great opportunity to further your career! How could someone choose to give it up?

Unbelievable! What's wrong with the other party? Why would he have such a weird idea of ​​quitting?

Thinking of this, Minister Miki supported his chin with one hand and tapped the resignation letter on the table with the fingers of his other hand.

"Shiratori, I need a good reason to explain all this, otherwise, I can't approve your transfer request at will. As a member of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Bureau, you should know that any transfer without the permission of your superiors is not allowed."

Shiratori pursed her lips and bowed deeply again, her voice slightly apologetic.

"Minister, I am deeply sorry, but I..."

"Why"

Upon hearing this, Minister Miki couldn't help but sigh and looked at the white bird in front of him with complicated eyes.

"White Bird... Never mind. Maybe everyone has their own choices."

Minister Miki thought of his life experience, and his experience told him that a truly strong person must firmly grasp everything in his own hands! Even at all costs!

But he also understood that everyone has a scale in their heart to measure what is right and what is wrong.

Maybe White Bird really doesn't fit in here.

"That's all I have to say."

Minister Miki took out a seal from the drawer and pressed it in the red mud while looking at Shiratori.

"Don't regret it!"

But seeing Shiratori's determined eyes, Minister Miki said no more. He put the seal in his hand down heavily, stamped the resignation letter with the final seal, and then handed the application form to Shiratori.

"Go to the Confidentiality Department to complete the remaining formalities. I hope your future path will be as you wish."

"grateful!"

After Shiratori left, Minister Miki looked out the window and couldn't help frowning.

"Is the fog as predicted in the weather forecast this heavy?"

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Tokyo was tightly wrapped in a thick layer of fog, as if the sky was slowly being pulled down by an invisible giant curtain.

Only vague outlines were visible between the buildings.

There are often a large number of homeless people gathering in parks and green spaces.

Tokyo has a large population of homeless people, and most of them did not live on the streets from the beginning. Many of them once had decent jobs, and some were even corporate executives or entrepreneurs.

But the turning point of fate often comes unexpectedly. A sudden crisis, unemployment, company closure or personal bankruptcy can easily push them to the brink of wandering.

Japanese society's tolerance for adult men is particularly narrow, especially when they cross the age of 30, the road to re-employment is extremely difficult for them.

The advantages they had when they were young seemed to disappear overnight, and the pressure of survival forced them to choose to wander.

An elderly homeless man held a water cup picked up from the garbage dump and handed it to his young companion who was leaning out of a cardboard box.

"Hey, friend, have some water to quench your thirst!"

"No, keep it for yourself."

After saying that, the young vagrant casually pushed the cup away and lazily retreated into the cardboard box behind him.

As the old man was drinking water silently, the low voice of the young wanderer came from the cardboard box.

"Speaking of which, have you felt that the streets have become much quieter recently? Weren't those crazy people from the Unification Church everywhere before? They even stuffed flyers into the cracks of supermarket doors, didn't they?"

"Really? I haven't seen them for a long time!"

"Maybe the government has changed its mind and wants to catch them all in one fell swoop!"

Hearing this, the young homeless man suddenly leaned out from the edge of the cardboard box, raised his thumb slightly, pointed in the direction of the government, and then spoke seriously.

"Haha, if there's that possibility, I'd rather believe there's a Kamen Rider in the world who can wipe them all out!"

"The possibility of Kamen Rider existing is lower than the probability of President America being assassinated!"

"You might as well think about how to get rid of your wandering identity first. I'm an old man, and I've reached the end of my rope, but you're different. You still have plenty of opportunities. Why don't you give it a try?"

"I?"

The young wanderer couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"A worthless person like me..."

Before he could finish his words, a sudden noise interrupted his thoughts.

Crunch!

The crisp sound of branches being stepped on seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet park. The two people's eyes were attracted by the sound at the same time, and they turned their heads to look.

I saw a beautiful boy with black mushroom-shaped bangs, about twelve years old, wearing ancient priest clothing, slowly walking into the park with his eyes closed and concentrating.

"Hey, look at that guy over there! Why is it that in this era, there are still people wearing clothes like this? Is he just cosplaying?"

The young homeless man looked at the ancient clothing of the boy in front of him and couldn't help but ask the older homeless man next to him.

"Look at this gorgeous dress, it must be expensive. Maybe it's her preference, or who knows?"

"Besides, we are already in this situation, so are we still qualified to care about other people's clothes and appearance?"

But no matter what, the appearance of such a beautiful boy in this green belt park is still pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly, the two's pupils shrank, and they were surprised to find that the beautiful boy seemed to be able to understand their whispers even though he was far away.

Turning their heads around, the two saw the beautiful boy's eyes. Although there were no waves in them, they gave people a chilling feeling of being deeply gazed at.

At this moment, the figure of the beautiful boy began to become blurry, and his body was gradually surrounded by a thick white mist.

Then, the boy seemed to merge into the mist and his body began to dissolve.

"Bang!"

The older homeless man was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that he fell to the ground, his face pale. Just as he was about to call the younger homeless man to run away together, he suddenly discovered that the other's face revealed excitement.

Neuropathy!

The older homeless man didn't say a word and just ran away.

After the older homeless man left, the younger homeless man recalled the conversation just now.

"Why don't you give it a try?"

Thinking of this, the young wanderer plucked up the courage to lean his body forward, only to see that he was supported by only one leg, and his hands were supporting the ground with all his strength, trying his best to make a sitting posture.

"God! Can you have mercy on me and give me legs to walk?"

???

Who are you?

Kira Yoshimitsu really wanted to ask him this, but he swallowed the words that would affect his image.

"If you are lucky enough to come to the bathhouse, you can solve it yourself."

"Bathhouse? Oh God! Can I ask your name?"

"Amber River"

(End of this chapter)