"...He really dared to come?"
In the 2nd Division, a group of masked members of the Punishment Force hid in a corner, watching the young man in black work clothes inside the barracks. Their expressions were all somewhat strange.
"Is it really okay to bring someone this dangerous into the barracks?"
Several members of the Punishment Force fell silent in unison. Their target, whom they had been secretly watching all this time, had suddenly appeared right before their eyes, and they all felt inexplicably guilty.
"I actually think we could invite him a few more times."
"Don't—uh, Lieutenant Captain."
The masked member of the Punishment Force had just been about to argue with his companion when he turned around and discovered that a rather portly man had appeared behind them at some point, carrying a large pile of snacks he had just bought.
"I took a look just now. The areas he cleaned are genuinely spotless. He didn't even miss the corners. It's much cleaner than when our own people do it."
"That's true." The masked member nodded and added, "Even the trees in the courtyard were trimmed beautifully."
"And he's faster than all of us working together."
"..."
Everyone began praising the black-haired young man's work, but as they continued, they gradually fell silent.
That was because the other party had done everything far too perfectly. They simply couldn't find anything to criticize.
For the Onmitsukidō, who spent nearly every day digging up people's dirt and assassinating targets everywhere, cleaning barracks was something they were completely unskilled at. Normally, they would just do a halfhearted job and call it a day.
Besides, hiring someone to clean the barracks would save them from having to leave a large number of members behind every day to handle the work.
Thinking about