episode_0330

When I try to rhyme like this, I feel like I’m becoming a bit of an Is the Cucking Raceist, so I feel a little weird, but there is such a thing in the world.

It is said that Westerners are not good at distinguishing the faces of Asians.

Actually, if you think about it a little, you will know.

That’s just how absurd that statement is.

People’s faces are not manufactured products made in some kind of factory, and if you look for them, you will see that there are many people with freely created facial features. Common sense tells us that they all look the same.

If so, that person should seriously consider going to ophthalmology or psychiatry.

To be able to do such a ridiculous thing, you would have to have catastrophic vision or a serious facial recognition problem.

Anyway, regardless of whether the facts are accurate, such prejudice also exists… Unlike Westerners who are not good at distinguishing people’s faces in that way, people from the three Northeast Asian countries, that is, Korea, China, and Japan, have different affiliations ( ?) has an amazing ability to distinguish between

Roughly speaking, it’s to the point where it’s almost impossible to miss unless it’s a really special case.

In terms of probability, it would be about 95%.

Actually, in some ways, that is a very surprising thing.

How can you guess what country someone is from just by looking at their appearance or actions?

Isn’t this an ability that immigration officers around the world would envy?

And this time, as always, the usual ‘nationality plan’ was put into motion?

I don’t even remember doing anything in particular, but the other person suddenly jumps out and threatens to put a bullet in your body if you move even one step, and the other person suddenly gives you a look that looks like they’re looking at something strange. ‘Hmm…’ I swallowed.

‘···Just cut it down?’

The look in your eyes is a bit annoying…

While I was worrying about such things, it was nice to be amazed by the foreigner I had unexpectedly met, but considering the presence of my senior behind me who was watching me with his eyes wide open, did I realize that it was not the time to just do that? .

The man, who went from looking as if he was looking at something strange, returned to a slightly nervous expression, fixed his eyes on me and spoke to the senior person standing behind him.

“Um… Commander Maeda?”

“What.”

“This person seems to be Korean.”

“A foreigner?”

“Yes, I think that’s what it looks like.”

“Ha…what is this…”

Seeing them talking amongst themselves about me, I think they’ve tentatively concluded that I’m not good at speaking Japanese, or that I won’t be able to speak it at all…

‘No, are you an idiot…?’

You stopped after hearing that if you move, you’ll be shot.

But why do you think I can’t speak Japanese?

Even while I was bewildered by that exact feeling, the conversation between the two continued.

“Ask if you can speak Japanese.”

“What should I ask?”

“What if you ask me that, you bastard…! You can just ask in Korean or English!”

Watching the two of them like that, I somehow felt like I had to go to a video site and play ‘Bgeum (1 hour version) that makes you laugh when you listen to it’.

By the way, he is a military commander… What rank is a military commander?

First off, seeing as they’re just the two of them walking around, it doesn’t seem like they’re that high of a class.

In Korea, would that make you a sergeant?

While I was making my own guesses about the other person’s class, the person who was torn between English and Korean on the scale finally opened up.

“Ha, sir… If only I had Googol translator at a time like this… He, hey!”

···how will we do it.

I’m curious about what they do, where they belong, and how many people they make up, but let’s leave this illusion and dig up some information.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to try to match the rhythm over there.

“Hmm?”

“Ca, can you uh… Speak Japanese?”

It’s not even Japanese, but what is Japanese?

I don’t know if it was because I was a little embarrassed, but the other person’s sloppy English pronunciation, which seemed to have a screw missing, almost broke my mask for a moment, but I held back the laughter that was rising and shook my head.

Then, no matter what happened in the middle of the process, I guess I gained confidence in the fact that I eventually made sense.

The torture(?) under the pretext of interrogating the other person continued.

“Uh, um… ah you Korean?’

Nod.

“Umm… Wow?”

No, I cut everything from front to back and said ‘Why?’ If this goes on, what are you going to tell me to do?

“Why…?”

“Umm… Why, here?”

It wasn’t even a ‘curious story about Y’, that’s what I meant when I was wondering what kind of guy Y was.

“Study.”

“Ah…”

“What did he say?”

“Uh, that’s it… He is an international student from Korea and came to visit the Korean Embassy in Tokyo.”

···?

Did I say that…?

I think there was too much arbitrary interpretation…

“Are you talking about the one in Roppongi that is behind the Korean Embassy?”

“No, is the Korean Embassy in Roppongi? I heard that the land price there is ridiculous…”

“To be exact, it’s not Roppongi, but the neighborhood below.”

“Ah…”

“As far as I know, it’s between Roppongi and Keio University, right?”

“Ah, if it’s there…”

“Yes, it is one of the no-entry areas.”

It’s a no-entry zone…

Looking at the nuance of what you say, it seems like there’s something holding on there…

While I was pricking up my ears, intent on collecting the newly acquired information in my head, the conversation between the two continued.

“Anyway, tell them you can’t go in there.”

“uh…”

“Why? Do you want to let me in?”

“No, you must have worked really hard to get here…”

“Is that important now? huh? If you let that bastard in there like you said and he starts causing trouble again, will you take responsibility?”

“City, we will correct it!”

what···.

To be honest, since the two of them had been speaking with such reluctance just a moment ago, I thought that there was a special entity with strange abilities at the mentioned location and was holding out for a word.

I thought that maybe, like the ‘Queen’ I encountered earlier, there might be someone who doesn’t move in a certain place…

‘If you listen to what you say, it doesn’t feel that way…’

Maybe I’m mistaken… but it seems like an aversion to people rather than zombies.

The problem was that, based on common sense, there was no reason for them to feel fear of people.

I’m not sure yet how many people there are in the group they belong to, but just looking at these two who are arguing in front of me right now shows that they are the lowest class.

But these people, who are well-armed enough to give rifles and live ammunition to even the lowest-ranking people, are so scared of people?

Honestly, it doesn’t make sense.

So… I became curious.

The situation of the group they belong to and the identity of the enemy they so fear.

“Then… what should we do now?”

“Why should I take him to camp?”

“Yes? But you’re a foreigner?”

“Is it important to be a foreigner now? Did you forget what Second Class Yukjwa said? You said that if you see someone who could be of help, bring them to the camp!”

If they were closer, they would have broken the joint, but they couldn’t do it because of the distance, which made them feel very resentful(?).

The person guarding in front of me, perhaps feeling slightly overwhelmed by the snarling force of his senior, spoke to me again with a stinging expression.

“Ah, um… hey…?”

“Hmm?”

“Follow Me.”

Although it was a bit like Dumb and Dumber to do something like that, it seemed like I had learned something from where I had seen it, so I followed the two of them who were starting to head somewhere, surrounding me back and forth.

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The camp where people presumed to be members of the Self-Defense Forces, Japan’s military, were staying was located on the outskirts of Tokyo.

What was surprising was that there were quite a few people walking around the camp who were presumed to be ordinary people, not soldiers, and that their faces didn’t look bad at all.

‘that’s interesting···.’

Usually, when the world goes to shit, the first group to degenerate are the guys with guns… aren’t they?

It definitely has to be that way… but why is the atmosphere not so bad?

The question was soon resolved.

That’s right…

“I heard you are Korean.”

“···?”

“And that the Korean Consulate General in Minato Ward is your destination.”

No, that’s an illusion…

“Our goal is the restoration of Tokyo. In that sense… won’t you lend us your abilities?”

Even so, take a look at this bitch…?

Why on earth are you showing the phone screen that doesn’t seem to be working?

···wait for a sec.

This year really…?