[Comprehensive Comics] Specialized in logistics for elves!

"You're here." Awashima turned around and was stunned when his eyes fell on him, "What's wrong with your face?"

Hearing Deputy Chief Awashima ask this, everyone looked over strangely and saw a red fist mark on Fushimi's handsome face. He turned his face unnaturally to avoid their gazes. , but it's just in vain.

"Tsk, I met a wolf-like animal on the road, and there was a little girl next to it. I just got a little closer and then it attacked me." Fushimi's tone was full of displeasure, and his already gloomy face became even darker. It's heavy.

Takuya:

Everyone: Pfft

Takuya twitched the corner of his mouth in a subtle way, it probably wasn't what he imagined :3"

Although all r4 people present were also very curious about the identity of the wolf who could only punch their No.3, the punch mark on his face was obviously more joyful now.

The veins on Fushimi's forehead popped out, and he quickly flew a few throwing knives towards the ones who were smiling the most.

The red flying knife accurately penetrated the toes of those people, just a few millimeters away, and their feet were about to be destroyed.

Several people swallowed hard, stared at the flying knives on the ground, and took a few steps back.

"Mr. Fushimi, where is the little girl?" Takuya asked at the right time.

Fushimi glared at him and replied unwillingly, "After the beating, he saw me clearly and ran away."

"Go back and ask the people at the infirmary to apply a compress on you." The corners of Awashima's mouth twitched suspiciously, and after hesitating for a while, she warned with concern.

"Tsk" The irritated Fushimi turned his back to them and said quietly in a sinister voice that everyone could hear: "If I see that wolf again, I will definitely skin it."

Takuya: He will never let Riolu appear in front of you again :3"

"Okay, bring these people back to the camp, now close the team." Awashima waved his arm and the R4 people responded neatly and started to work.

Watching R4's logistics personnel carry away the people who were electrocuted by Pikachu into black lumps on stretchers, Takuya left Awashima's troops on the grounds of seeing if there were any people in need of help nearby.

We walked to the place where the little girl used to be. The little girl had probably been rescued by people from r4. There was no one here.

Takuya walked forward, and a figure suddenly fell on the cracked ceiling.

"Ouch!" Little Riolu stood in front of Takuya and waved his arms towards him.

"Riolu, thank you for protecting that little girl." Takuya touched its head, and little Riolu's cute eyes turned into crescents.

"Speaking of which, did you beat up a man with glasses, a gloomy face, and the same uniform as me?"

"Ouch!" Little Riolu froze. He was indeed wary of anyone approaching the little girl, but Fushimi suddenly appeared. He didn't stop the car and punched him. After the beating, he realized that it was his own family. The owner's boss simply ran away because of his guilty conscience. Anyway, with him around, the little girl shouldn't have any problems, and it would be convenient for him to protect her secretly.

I just didn't expect that before it had time to proactively admit its mistake to Tuoya, Tuoya would know about it.

Little Riolu was so depressed that his little head hung down, as if he was a child who had committed a crime and was caught by his parents.

Takuya amused himself and increased the strength of his hand rubbing its head, and warned: "Remember, next time you see the person you beat, you must run away." Otherwise, Mr. Fushimi might really beat him up. Off your skin:3」

"Aoao" Although it didn't understand why, Takuya said so and it nodded to show that it understood.

"Okay, come back now. You've worked hard today." Takuya took out Riolu's Poké Ball and took it back.

After cleaning up some funeral affairs, r4's people escorted ten superpowers back to the camp.

In some respects, the process of R4 is similar to that of the police. Every time a person with super powers causes trouble, it must be clearly written in the report afterwards, and the transcript of the interrogation of the person with super powers must also be attached.

"Which one of you is going to be interrogated today?" Awashima asked the people standing in a row in the room with her arms folded. This time, the superpowers were obviously in the late stage of chuunibyou, and she couldn't stand their ideas that made people speechless. Destroy.

"Ah, I remembered. I haven't finished the report that Mr. Fushimi asked me to rewrite." Daomingsi was the first to withdraw decisively.

"I haven't finished inputting the data that Mr. Fushimi asked me to enter last night." Busi also followed Daomingsi's footsteps and fled.

"I haven't finished sorting out my information, so I'm leaving now." Enomoto also found an excuse to run away.

"I, I, I, that" Rigao said "I" for a long time and couldn't think of a good reason, and he was so anxious that he was sweating.

"Well, Daoming Temple and the others are working so hard, so I'll use the special red beans to make them a bowl of red bean rice." Awashima nodded happily, then turned and entered the kitchen, the most feared place in the R4 camp.

"Mr. Hidaka, Deputy Chief Awashima has so much on her plate. We have to share more of her workload. Just leave the interrogation to us." Takuya grabbed Hidaka's arm and dragged him towards the interrogation. He walked out of the house, quickly locked the door as soon as he entered, and at the same time turned off the microphone that could contact the house.

In this way, even if Deputy Chief Awashima cooked red bean rice and called them to eat, they could escape the disaster by saying they didn't hear him.

The more Takuya thinks about it, the more he feels that he is too smart :3"

After experiencing Momoi's dark cuisine, in the world of K, Takuya once again saw an alternative dark cuisine, the red bean rice produced by Deputy Director Awashima.

In the interrogation room, Takuya was undoubtedly having a very painful time. He, who had a normal outlook on life, was forced to listen to the super-powerful person's theories, which were from intermediate to extreme, and he felt so tired that he couldn't express them in words.

Although they successfully avoided the special red bean rice served by Deputy Chief Awashima, when Takuya and Hidaka came out of the interrogation room, they were as stunned as eggplants beaten by frost.

Takuya used a piece of paper to rewrite a transcript of the superpowers. The handwriting on the original piece of paper was almost unrecognizable because the endurance of his heart was almost to the point of collapse. .

By the time I finished what I was doing, it was already dark.

Takuya tidied up the messy desktop, picked up the report he had written and the transcript of the interrogation and handed it to Fushimi, who was working overtime every day.

"Barely qualified." Fushimi squeezed out these words after reading the report. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to want Takuya's report to be unqualified and have him go back and rewrite it.

"Then, Mr. Fushimi, I'll get off work first." Takuya said casually, but was stopped when he was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Fushimi raised his head from the pile of documents, his face that habitually showed an impatient expression was full of malice, "As a boss who cares about his subordinates, I have reported your problem today. Give it to the room manager, he asked you to find him before getting off work."

Takuya:""

"What's wrong, why don't you go? The room manager is waiting for you." Fushimi smiled with a look of gloating on his face.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Fushimi." Takuya twitched his lips, bowed slightly and left the room.

Thinking of what Fushimi said to him today, I knew without even guessing what problem he reported to the room chief.

Although he really didn't want to go, Takuya still walked to the door of the room director's office.

Raising his hand and knocking on the door, Takuya heard the familiar words "Please come in" and opened the door.

"Director." Takuya went in and closed the door. When he walked to the desk, he found that the director, who thought he was working seriously, was playing with a solid-color puzzle.

"You're here, Kazama-kun." Munakata put the last white puzzle piece into the platter with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Fushimi just told me that the room chief is waiting for me." Takuya answered with lowered eyes.

"Fushimi-kun is really lazy." Munakata smiled. He had asked Fushimi to notify Kazama a few hours ago.

"Mr. Fushimi has a lot to do." Takuya casually excused his nominal boss.

"Indeed." Munakata nodded, crossed his fingers on his chin, and looked at Takuya calmly, "How are you, Kazama-kun, after staying in R4 for so long, are you still used to it?"

"There's nothing I'm not used to. The seniors in R4 are all very friendly to me."

"That's it, that's good. Although Kazama-kun is the youngest in the R4 Fencing Mobile Class Special Agent Team, your ability is very strong in the team. I'm worried that you won't be able to adapt to this environment." As the Blue King, Munakata naturally knows what the abilities of each of his clans are. Coupled with Takuya's super power of genjutsu, it can be said that he has no opponent under the king.

"Thank you, director, for your concern. I like it here very much."

"Well, then I'm relieved." Munakata seemed to suddenly think of something. He frowned and said: "Even so, I have some oversights. You just were assigned a sword and you don't know how to use a sword. Although you asked Fushimi to bring it, I love you, but he is not the type to guide newcomers carefully, why hasn’t he taught you how to draw a sword after staying here for so long?”

"Mr. Fushimi is very busy. He said that he is not good at drawing swords either. He prefers to use throwing knives instead of swords." Takuya replied calmly.

"That's true. I was careless." Munakata covered his mouth with his hand, seeming to be thinking about something.

""Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't teach him how to draw a sword. He would rather be a technician than join the shameful sword-drawing unit: 3"

"Let's do this. You go to the dojo in the camp tomorrow and I will let Mr. Zenjo teach you the way of the sword."

Mr. Zenjo

Takuya thought of that serious face with a scar on the bridge of his nose, and suddenly felt very tired.