"Mr. Sato, can those ghouls really be trusted?"
A young, overweight man in a wheelchair, with crutches resting beside it, quietly spoke as he assembled bombs for drones.
His name was Okuyama, and he was also an Ajin. However, due to a congenital disability, even regeneration after death could not heal his injured legs, leaving him with very limited mobility.
Then, by accident, a ghoul discovered that he was an Ajin.
An Ajin with limited mobility was undoubtedly a gift any ghoul could only dream of.
And so, he endured three years of inhuman torment.
Whenever that ghoul was hungry, it would come for him. To keep his identity as an Ajin from being exposed, Okuyama had forcibly endured that life. Only after three years of research, once he was completely certain, did he strap homemade explosives to himself.
During one of the ghoul's feeding sessions, he took it down with him.
Because of those experiences, Okuyama had little trust in ghouls.
But he had never considered defying a decision made by Mr. Sato, whom he greatly admired.
"There are different kinds of ghouls. Yoshimura Kuzen from Anteiku is an old acquaintance of mine. I saved him once, and we've supplied them with so much food over the years. This request may be troublesome, but he'll still come."
Sato maintained his smiling expression as he spoke with confidence.
He understood Yoshimura. That was precisely why he had done so much for Anteiku.
Now, it was time to reap the rewards!
"If you ask me, why do we need their help? Ghouls who can die will just get in the way. We should just charge in ourselves."
A rebellious-looking young man spoke arrogantly.
He was Tanaka Koji, nominally the second Ajin discovered in Japan. He had been captured and subjected to