Mha Vigilantes Deku の小説・ストーリー

I arrange the class for all the maids in my mansion, because again, there are so many talented people in my house, and loyalty with me as their lord. I head out to my office, as I check the daily reports. Daniel is here, for a long time I don’t meet my mentor. If I shake hand with Walton family, Victor shakes hand with Black Veil group, and they attack our Diamond group. Daniel comes to discuss with me about that struggle. I gather a group of vigilantes who believe in taking justice into their own hands to protect their community. Many people see them as outlaws. The police and government hunt them, but they prove useful when official channels fail.

one of the vigilantes said as they all tag along with him. "What of the cases of external attacks" the wizard who has been following them asked. The vigilantes turned around and looked at the Wizard. "We do not take likely anyone who dares to attack this pack. It has happened in the past and the pack who dares us regretted the move. Our well trained and skilled soldiers will man handle those miscreants who dares to challenge us" the wizard nodded, quite impressed by the manner at which they intended to deal with external attacks.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, just heavy combat pants and a harness for his massive warhammer. He bounced on the balls of his feet. Energy crackled off him in waves. Heat radiated from his skin. "We hunt rebels?" Viggo asked, grinning. "We break things?" "We secure the objective," Barzil corrected, though he didn't scold the Uruk. "Neoma is the tracker. You are the muscle." "I break things," Viggo agreed happily. He looked at me. Sniffed the air loudly. "You look like beetle. Shiny shell."

Severino took off the mask and a man with black slicked back hair and dark make-up around his eyes appeared before everyone. “Who are you?” asked Michelangelo. “Who is asking?” replied Vigilante 3. “Answer him, vigilante!” snapped Vicktor. “Vigilante?” the vigilante 3 was shocked. “Who are you calling vigilante?” “Then who are you?” asked Michelangelo. “Why are you dressed like a vigilante?” “Wait! Do you mean the vigilantes we saw on the news, declaring war with SMS? You think I am one of them?” the vigilante was sweating in fear.