I Found a Hole in my Yard. It Might Be a Dungeon, but That’s Now my Garbage Dump

Chapter 4: Bums are Approaching the Hole

Hiroki was met with another problem.

Just when he thought his business was going well

It was that money-lending tortoiseshell glasses from Whatever Finance who brought in the trouble.

[No, no. Thats outrageous. This is good news for you]

[Huhh]

[The heck is that, bro? Even though Im the one bringing in all the profits, what the heck is with that attitude!? Yeah!?]

[Huhh]

Flopping down on the couch in Hirokis office in a white double suit, the guy placed his feet, wearing enamel shoes, on the table. Looking at him though, Hiroki wondered.

This is good news?

Hiroki thinks that his definition of good news differs greatly from tortoiseshell glasses.

[Errr Hougi-san was it?]

[Yeah! Im Hougi!]

[Which family are you with?]

[What bullsh*t are you on now!? Im a company employee!]

If he had just told Hiroki his familys name, he could have refused the deal according to the Anti-Boryokudan Act.

(T/N: Its a law in Japan that apparently shifted the Yakuza VS Police to Yakuza VS Society. An ordinance that prohibits citizens from making or keeping up a relationship with the yakuza)

These days, yakuzas are so clever that they can be troublesome.

But then, those who werent clever were either thrown behind bars or had their ties cut off by their family.

[I see What is the company employee Hougi-sans business here?]

[Ahhh? You freaking looking down on me!? I said! Im here to talk business!]

[Huhh]

Looking at the raging guy in front of him, Hiroki wondered.

Why is it that even though a guy, who clearly looks like hes a yakuza, is threatening him, he isnt feeling fear at all.

When Hiroki silently returned his gaze, for some reason, it was Hougi who looked away.

[Tsk Well, simply speaking, were asking you to dispose of our trash.]

He clicked his tongue. That isnt something a company employee would have done.

[Im still taking up contracts for disposing of construction waste though.]

[Nah, nah, the trash were having you dispose of is special.]

[Special huh]

Hearing his words, Hiroki wondered why he had a bad feeling about it.

[This is to help the people working in the hospital and farms In other words, its an act of mercy.]

[An act of mercy huh]

Those were words that didnt fit a yakuza at all.

No, hes a self-proclaimed company employee, isnt he?

Thinking about it though, the bad feeling Hiroki was having was just getting stronger.

[So, what exactly are you talking about here?]

[Disposing of syringes Also, this and that.]

[This and that?]

[The soil scraped from the surface of farmlands. The farmers were feeling troubled with that]

Hearing what he said though, Hiroki doesnt seem to understand what he meant by scraping the soil until he seemed to have realized something.

[Radioactive waste!? Also, youre asking me to deal with medical waste!? What are you thinking!? Thats impossible!]

And thus, Hiroki shouted.

Those two types of waste posed a different order of risk for Hiroki.

Those matters wouldnt just involve the local prefectures government.

If one doesnt do well with dealing with them, the country will come after them.

If that happens, the idiotic tail that would be cut off would definitely be Hiroki.

[Ahhh? Dont you want to help people?]

Even if the yakuza threatens him, Hiroki thinks that doing this is impossible.

[I cant do that. I refuse.]

[Even if I ask like this, you refuse?]

[Please go help people by yourself.]

[You f*cking brat! You dare get cocky on me!]

Enraged, the yakuza was about to grab Hiroki by the collar, but for some reason, he was able to easily grab the yakuzas hand.

On the contrary, Hiroki was even naturally overwhelming him.

[You cant do that. Im against violence.]

[You b*stard!]

He tried to strike again with a headbutt, but Hiroki gently stopped him with his other hand.

From Hirokis eyes, the yakuzas actions seem really slow.

He thinks that if a guy like him is going to make a living off violence, he should work out a bit more.

[Guhh This guy]

[Well then, please go home. The door is over there.]

Just like that, Hiroki drove the yakuza and the tortoiseshell glasses out of the room, and roughly closed the door on them.

[Fuuuu]

Letting out a sigh, Hiroki wondered What in the world has he become?

Staring at the crumpled doorknob in his hand though, for some reason, Hiroki found himself unable to feel a shred of anxiety.

[Geez, what act of mercy? Radioactive waste isnt a joking matter]

Complaining about what had happened during the day, Hiroki opened a can of beer.

He thinks that its better to drink and forget about unpleasant things.

[As expected, low-malt beer really wont do. It has to be the premium.]

(T/N: Premium is a beer. Hes talking about The Premium Malts.)

Hirokis drinking had been increasing recently, partly because he could now afford it.

He used to have a hard time the next morning if he drank too much, but he doesnt feel such a problem at all now and could drink without worry.

The yakuza didnt really scare him, but the deal he brought him was still in Hirokis mind.

[Radioactive Radioactive huh I guess I could do that]

Hiroki vaguely remembered an article he had read in a magazine some time ago about a radioactive marker that was apparently used to track something.

He usually pretends to have forgotten about it, but Hiroki was actually wondering where the garbage he had thrown in the hole went.

He also wondered if there were any chemicals or other substances that might leak to the surface.

[I think Id better get it checked by a specialist No, those in the prefecture wont do. But if its a university or some laboratory they might be able to do a private test for me if I pay them.]

Opening the website of a local national university, still in a tipsy mood, Hiroki started looking for a suitable laboratory.

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