Despite the Third Order's efforts to maintain security, things are not going well in the current capital city of Winston, where a number of criminals living in the "slums" on the outskirts of the city have joined forces and are threatening the safety of ordinary citizens.

　Many criminals living in the "slums" on the outskirts of the city have formed gangs and threaten the safety of ordinary citizens.

　Most of them used to be vagrants and orphans, and they seem to have been forced to turn to crimes such as theft, extortion, and looting out of resignation at the absurdity of being unable to work due to a lack of minimum education.

　The deterioration of security in King's Landing is the result of the negative cycle that those who are exposed to such a bad environment often fall into.

　And now that almost all the bandits in the vicinity of King's Landing have been expelled under the policy of suppressing bandits advocated by the late Prime Minister Val Moreau, so-called "petty thugs" like them have been allowed to roam about without order.

　The only thing that could be done was to stop them from getting worse. Under the leadership of the new young king, Mein Kastal, the "pus" within the court had been expelled. There is no longer anyone in the Castal Kingdom's core who can deliberately lead the kingdom in a bad direction.

　Slowly, truly, little by little, the problem is being resolved.

　However, it was going to take a long time for it to be completely resolved.







　One holiday.
　Another corner of the corner of Vanilla Lake. A man comes to the hole in the middle of the lake with his fishing gear. He has a bony face, dark hair hardened into an all backpack, sharp eyes that look as if he has killed many people, a tall man with a strong stature, and a powerful presence before 30. He is a member of the bandit R6, the young head cubero's apprentice Bicide.

Oh, boy. You're bored again today.

　Bicide approached a young man of about sixteen with a bad look in his eyes. Bicide affectionately calls him "Monk". The boy was already holding a fishing rod by himself.

"You're the one with the job?
Yeah, I'm off today.

　Muttering a goody-goody, Bicide sat down on the rocky ground some distance away from the boy.

'What then, you're still a bozo. 'You're a boy, so you're a bozo, eh?'
Shut up. We'll get to that.
Oh, then it's a quick game.
Okay.

　Bicides preparing their traps and Monk dropping a fishing line, clapping lightly to each other.

　The comfortable air, the sound of running water, the smell of a light breeze, and the warm winter sunshine. This was the usual holiday scene.


'Good Seki'

　Bicide also throws a trick with a whimper and follows the boy.

　He wonders how many weeks it has been since he and the boy have been fishing together. He wondered how many weeks had passed since he and the boy had come to share the fishing grounds.


　Their encounter had been a very intense one.





He said, "Old man, I'm going to teach you how to fish. Will you teach me how to fish?

　One day. Bicide was fishing when a young man called out to him from behind.

　He had his hands in his pockets, arrogantly talking and with a glazed look in his eyes. It's not the way to ask someone for something very much.

　But there was something else that bothered Bicide more than that. He wondered why he had approached him. There are many fishermen in Vanilla Lake. Why did he come to me, of all things, with such a cautious and not-so-catagious old man?

...... Sit down, kid. I'll tell you.

　It would be interesting to have a conversation with this unusual young man. Such was the whimsy of it.

　The young man then looked at Bicide for a few seconds with a surprising look on his face, and then opened his mouth.

'You won't tell me?'
Oh.
You gonna teach me how to fish or what?
I told you so.
Really ......?
Well, you are persistent. Come over here and sit down. Don't tell me what to do.
Wait, wait, I'm coming!　Just wait and see!

　The young man drove over the craggy rocky terrain to Bicide and approached him.

　The story later turned out to be true. It seems that the young man had been going around all over Vanilla Lake asking for me to teach him how to fish. The young man couldn't speak a single polite word, much less a respectful one. The result, of course, was an exhaustive refusal. At the end of the day, he was surprised to be caught off-guard, because the only thing he asked for was a bicide that he gave up but tried out.


　...... then. Bicide taught the young man to fish every holiday.

　The young man absorbed more and more fishing skills, and within two weeks, he had grown to the point where he could be considered a fisherman in his own right.

　They didn't know each other's business, where they lived, or even a single name. However, the young man came to call Bicide his "big brother" and Bicide continued to call him "monk".



　Then one day. An uninvited guest comes to the two men while they are fishing.


Oooh, this is it. Well, it's not so bad.
Excuse me.
Hey. I'm here.

...... You guys, what are you doing here?

　A trio of young men with an evil-looking appearance. All of them were about two or three years older than the monk.

　The monk stood up and took a step back to distance himself from the three of them.

'Well, you know, it's all over the slums these days. They say you can make money fishing.
I heard there's one kid who's doing well.
Hey, that's not fair. Don't you think that's fair?　Who would that be?

　The trio grinned and approached the monk, surrounding him back and forth and left and right.

'So this is a tool, huh?'
Morai.
Yes, sir.

　A fishing rod and net are taken.

............

　The monk could only bite his lower lip and remain silent.

　There was no way he could win against the three of them. He knew that painfully well. In addition, these three are badasses with a bill of goods that are wide in the slums. If they went against them, they wouldn't be able to live in the slums anymore.

　And most importantly. I've been down the same road myself. Taking from the weak. Stealing from the most important. It's all about power. That's the way of the world.


Hey.... Hey, wait a minute, Nii-chan.

　A thick voice, echoing to the bottom of his stomach, caught the trio's gaze.
　The owner of the voice was Bicide, who was still in a fishing position.

'Ah?　Don't get in the way of your work (...), old man.

　The young man leading the charge says, glaring at Bicide's back.

'Work?'
Yeah, yeah. Work, work. You know, like our job description?
Ha-ha-ha, yeah. This is why we're bandits who rip off the bad guys, you know?
...... rogue?
What, you don't know anything about him?　This guy is a famous pickpocket in the slums.
It seems like all he does these days is fish, because he says he makes more money fishing.
'Scum, scum. We've stolen so much in the past, it's only natural for them to steal from us.
............

　It is a fact. Hence, the monk closed his mouth.

　Lack of a proper education and despair in life, poor young people turning to crime is still a deep-rooted problem in the kingdom, albeit one that is on the decline. There was a reason why the monk hadn't learned anything about language or how to fish or anything else.

'Oh, right: ......'

　Bicide muttered in agreement with one of them and put down his fishing rod.

'Oh, what?　Do you want to do it?
There are three of us. Three against two.
And one of them is a sneaky little kid. No, no, no.

　The trio looked at Bicide, who still stood up, and tossed the fishing rod to the ground. I'm not sure if it's three against two, but that's what they're willing to do.


I'm going to be the ...... bandits, I think.

Huh?

　With his back turned, Beside spoke to the three men.


It's not to rob or steal from the bad guys. It's not such a simple thing. A villain who kills an evildoer. They turn their backs on Heavenly Father and leave everything behind to live.

What are you talking about, old man?

　Huh. One sigh. I'll just keep talking.


"Brace yourselves. Being a traitor, that's life. It's never too late to be a rebel.

............


　He stared at the void and uttered a voice in the form of a demon.

　The three of them were engulfed by the power of the voice and fell silent involuntarily.


　And . Bicide put his hands on his own jacket and - in one fell swoop - took it off.



''--?


　The exposed back. What was there was a tattoo (...) carved all over it.

　It was a tattoo of a demon glaring at the Floating World.


　Tattoos in this world are truly an object of awe. There is no such thing as anesthesia, and if you use a potion immediately after tattooing, the tattoo fades, so it cannot be easily recovered and you must endure the pain of hell for a long period of time.

　It was carved all over his back, densely and clearly, darkly.


　Unmistakably, clearly, and authentically - the "righteous bandit". The three young men and the monk recognized it in an instant.


'...... a ...... ri, R6 (Reamsma Six) ......!

　One of the three of them muttered as he stepped back and fell on his butt. That demon's tattoo was familiar to him.

　If he was an evil person living in the King's Capital, there was no one he didn't know, the great righteous bandit under the heavens. Even though he had heard that the crying R6 had been destroyed by the oppression of the Knights. Why are they here?


"The great bandit R6 is the one and only First-Testing apprentice boy of the world, Soncho apprentice boy Bicide. I'm here for you!


　The Bicide stood on his knees and spoke up, then turned to face the trio.

　The three of them rose to a pitiful freak out.

'Firstest House eh ......!

　If it's the already dismantled righteous bandit R6, it's still a good idea. If you find out that you are a person from that huge embassy that is said to be in control of both the back and front of the kingdom as of now, it's hard to believe that anyone, no matter where they are, would want to turn you into an enemy.

　That's why I mentioned the name of the first test here. It's a deterrent to keep the trio from messing with the monk in the slums. The Bicide single-handedly protected the monk with the intention of being scolded later. Or, one could say that he slipped up. An attachment that surprised even him. Not surprisingly, Bicide liked the monk.

'Hee!' Oh, shit.

　Each of the trio ran off like a de-rabbit and ran away with their tails between their legs.



'...... Oh, brother,'


　The monk left on the spot tried to say something.

　Bicide dressed silently and took his fishing rod again.


'............'


　After a brief silence. The monk followed the beside.

　Then, absentmindedly, he lined up next to Bicide.


　...... that's it. That's the way it should be. The beside of the lake, the beside of the lake, and secretly, smiling.


“Stay away from me. It's going to be a festival, isn't it?
A festival?
The thread is twisted.
Okay, ...... I'll just watch it here for today.
...... Whatever.






I'm here!　Brother!　I'm pulling!

Hmm?　Wow!　Bah, you idiot, tell me sooner than that!

'Your own rod!　You'll find out for yourself!
Shut up!　The net, the net!
"Yes, yes, yes!

　As Bicide vaguely remembered what happened a few weeks ago, a fish was on the line.


'Shhhh, oraah!　You see that?　It's a big one!
It's a good size. But you're drinking all this stuff.

　Monk used a tool to impatiently remove the hook that the fish had swallowed. It was a skillful hand.
　The fish went into the bucket. He set the bait and bait again, and returned the fishing rod to the bicide.

　The beside was watching the scene with some satisfaction.


　Then they both quietly drop the fishing line again.

Hey, brother. Did you go to see the title fight?
Oh, of course. All my servants are required to watch the games.
Wow, that's nice. I didn't get a chance to look at it.
Hehehe. After all, my husband is participating in this contest. And three of them!　We're not going to see it.
'Well, you're happy to say it: ......
Triple crown. Triple crown!　It's like winning a bow.... the fourth crown in fact!　Of course I'm happy to see you.
All I can say is that I'm too awesome to be awesome, and I am. I'm on a far, far cloud.
He's fighting with everything he's got. Just like us bandits. You can't help but root for him.
Sucks. No, not at all. Being a righteous bandit means betting everything, for the worse. He's betting on everything, in a good way.
Now you're talking to me, kid. Well, there's nothing wrong with that.
'Right?　I don't want to be a bandit. I'd rather be like the Second Master if I could.
......?　You.
No, I'm not a fan. I don't want you to go out and get my brother's autograph if you're lucky.
Do you want to know what I'm talking about?
Oh, really?
I'm not a liar.
............
'Oh!　I'm sorry. I'm sorry!　Don't let him get away!　There's something for everyone!　Argh!