KILL BLUE (キルアオ)

Yeah, I'm on my way now.

- Okay. We still don't know the full details,

but there's only one guard on the deal,

two at most, so it'll be easy.

You sure about that?

- Yeah. I only just got a lot of this intel,

but that part checks out. -

All right.

Have the Disposal Unit stand by.

Roger that!

- I looked over their books and there's no way we

can squeeze any more money out of them.

- Well, if we don't figure something out,

the boss will kick the shit out of us.

Huh?

- Huh? - Who are you?

both: Huh?

- What the hell? - Maybe he's lost.

Seriously, who is he?

So who the hell are you?

You deaf, old man?

I ain't gonna ask you so nicely again!

Got a light?

- No, I ain't got a goddamn light!

Too bad.

- What the hell's this guy doing?

- Exterminating irredeemables. - Say what?

- How about I just show you? -

Damn you!

Shit, why'd it have to be him?

The hitman who'll kill anyone anywhere if the money's right!

If the money's right?

- - That's news to me.

I make it a rule to only kill irredeemables.

Ah.

Don't do it.

If you spare my life, I swear I'll kill you!

Damn, 25 guys?

Whew, impressive as ever.

- Kotatsu Nekota. - Yeah?

- If I recall, you told me there would be one guard,

two at most, right?

Uh, yeah! My bad!

But hey, you still managed to take them all out anyway!

As you'd expect from the legendary hitman.

- You ever call me that again, this partnership is over.

Sorry, won't happen again.

Not much in here, is there?

A wasps' nest?

Hey, Boss?

Would you mind giving me a ride back into town?

Sure.

And while we're at it, wanna grab something to eat?

Roger that!

There you are. Enjoy.

Ah, he's gotta cool it down.

Man, this is so good! Whoa!

Damn, how much garlic are you gonna put on?

- It's fine. There's no one here I need

to mind my manners around.

- Okay, I'm heading in. - Fine.

- Whoa!

Ah, sorry. I was just--

What?

Sorry! I'm so sorry!

I'll never use an elevator again!

- I've never been good with kids.

I never know how I'm supposed to talk to them.

Maybe if I'd been a little better

at that sort of thing...

Maybe things would be different now.

What should I have done?

I still don't know.

Hell, I don't even know what I should have said.

I never had anything in common.

No shared interests, nothing.

Work is all I've got.

'Cause it's all I'm good at.

It's not like I love it.

Man, what a boring life I've had.

Yo, Boss!

I'll leave the key here. -

- Hey, I need to use your bathroom.

- Then do me a favor and clean

it while you're in there.

A wasp?

Shit, I've never seen one like this before.

Boss?

Boss!

- Kozue. - Kozue.

Nope, I've got no idea.

- Where am I?

- Ah, so you're awake. - Eri?

Then-- - Yep.

You're in my lab.

Sorry to hit you with this the second you wake up,

but would you mind answering a few questions for me?

Sure.

- What is your full name and affiliation, please?

- Juzo Ogami. Z.O.O. Assassin Syndicate.

- Who am I? - Eri Wanibuchi.

Chief of Z.O.O.'s science division

and my--my ex-wife.

- Your memory seems fine.

And your vitals have remained consistently stable.

When they brought you in looking like that,

well, yeah, I was worried.

Seems the cause was wasp venom.

Wasp?

Oh, right. There was a nest.

- I only figured it out afterwards.

The company your target was dealing with

has a firm researching the genetic manipulation

of living organisms.

In other words, that was no ordinary wasp.

What the hell? Who is that?

Ah--wait, that's me!

No, I mean it's me when I was a kid!

But I'll change back. I'm gonna change back, right?

Hmm, I've no idea.

Come on!

You're the organization's resident genius, Eri!

- Yeah, but this isn't exactly something you

can analyze that easily.

More importantly...

My voice is so high!

And my skin's so smooth.

Lucky you.

Huh?

- People would kill. - The hell they would.

Well, for now,

all we can do is keep an eye on you.

But you'll have to take a break from work.

- What? In case you forgot,

I got a mortgage, car, and child support to pay.

- Well, I'm employed, so I'm good on my end.

- Oh, come on, now! - So anyway,

when I told the boss about it, he--ah, speak of the devil.

Yeah?

Is--is that really you, Juzo?

Yeah.

My voice is higher, but it's still me.

- Mm. Sounds like things have gotten pretty strange for you.

Yeah, I'm fine, though.

I can still do the job even looking like this.

What you got?

I figured you'd say that.

As it happens, I've got the perfect job for you.

I need you to attend middle school.

Huh? - You see,

I'm thinking of enrolling my daughter in

a certain private middle school next year,

and I need someone to slip in there

and check the place out from the inside.

- What's this doting dad nonsense?

Don't make it sound like a real assignment

by calling it a job! What you mean is,

"I wanna know what kind of school

my daughter's gonna be going to!"

Sounds pretty good to me.

You only made it through elementary school anyway,

didn't you? - Yeah, but that doesn't mean

I wanna go back and make it up now!

- Maybe I am too doting

of a father. - This isn't a job!

But this is a job.

I'll pay you.