The Scout Specialist Agent Teaches His Junior the Ropes

 

Late at night, by the roadside.

 

Inside a black car, two agents were talking.

 

"I'm going to teach you the ABCs of scouting now," the senior one said.

 

"Yes," the junior one answered.

 

"What I want to say first is: observe the other party's character properly. Everyone, you see, doesn't really look properly. When it comes to scouting players for a murder game, they approach people just based on one or two elements, like having a good face or having caused a violent incident. Because of that, they die immediately or quit, and in the end, they don't become much of a player. Whether that person looks like they can survive in the world of games—you have to be properly convinced of that before approaching them."

 

"I see. I understand."

 

"So, as to specifically what kind of person is good,"

 

The senior agent held up three fingers, from the index finger to the ring finger.

 

"There are three points. It's bad if even one is missing. Unless it's a person who possesses all of them in good balance, they won't succeed as a player."

 

He folded his index finger.

 

"First is, Star Quality. After all, they need to have charisma. No matter how excellent they are as a player, if the <Spectators> don't put in money, it's meaningless. But well, even saying charisma, there are various types, so in the beginning, you can just choose based on their face. You'll learn the other types eventually."

 

The junior agent ran a pen across a notebook and took notes. After confirming that hand had stopped, the senior folded his middle finger.

 

"And, the second is Continuity. Whether they will continue the game. Basically, we don't force people to do it against their will. They have to continue of their own free will. Whether they will continue to appear in a murder game by their own volition—in other words, it has to be a girl with something strange in her view of life and death. It feels like you determine that by reading that atmosphere from their eyes or expression, or by talking a little..."

 

The junior took notes. The senior folded his ring finger.

 

"The third one. This is the most important but—"

 

At that moment.

 

From outside the car, a scream was heard.

 

When the senior and junior looked outside, there was a pair of a man and a woman on the street. A man wearing a coat threw it wide open like a bat, showing off what was underneath to the woman. An exhibitionist, and a woman surprised by him—that seemed to be the situation.

 

As the senior and junior continued observing, the situation took an interesting turn. The woman's face changed rapidly from surprise to an expression of anger, and she kicked the man's 'thing' underneath with all her might. As the man rolled on the ground unable to bear the pain, the woman kicked him further, thud, thud. It was a scene of gruesome violence.

 

"Whoa..."

 

The senior agent gasped at that scene, and then,

 

"...It's here, it's here, it's here! We're getting out!"

 

"Eh?"

 

"We recruit that woman!"

 

The senior extended the ring finger he had folded once, and folded it again.

 

"The third one! Violence! It's meaningless if they can't survive the game, you see. It has to be a person who can lash out instantly when push comes to shove! That person might just have what it takes!"

 

The two agents got out of the car. Leaving the man alone for the time being, they called out to the woman. While soothing her as she was still agitated, the senior agent attempted to recruit her—.

 

Watching that figure from behind, the junior thought faintly, this job looks tough.

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