The Strongest Level 0 Aikido Practitioner, Now, Here I Come to a Different World!

"You still don't know where justice is? It's been so long since!

Myoji Akechikomei, the righteous father to his wife Kinkin's voice, frowned.

He's usually in the position of chief inspector at the top of the police force, but sometimes he looks like this at home.

Even though I have always seen a difficult face at work all the time.

"That's right. I'm sure he'll be fine. Trust our son."

"You say that again. Absolutely, that's why I didn't want you to go to such a downstream school. I didn't deserve justice in a high school with nothing but maggots like that."

He is Koumei, who is easy on the words and deeds of such a wife. I just know what she says. Low-level high school, which would only have such a subordinate, is not worthy of a son.

"Anyway! I don't care what happens to the lives of other inferior students, etc., just find justice quickly. You're still the Inspector General!

"Oh, okay, okay. Well, I've got a lot to do and I'll be in my room, so leave me alone for a while."

Forgiving his wife, who seemed utterly angry, Koumei headed to the room.

And close the key, and breathe for the good of you. Sitting at a desk made of a fine oak tree in a majestic room like an executive room, he sank his hips into a leather chair.

And again, Phew, sighs. I know exactly why my wife worries.

But Koumei wasn't going to look for his son. Naturally, even within the police dare not take care of the matter and state that it will be handled internally.

That is why, despite the anomaly that all the students in one class on the bus, including teachers, could disappear from the spot, the incident has not been reported in any way.

But why is he, the father, responding to what can be described as indifference to the matter? Aren't you worried about your son?

No, it's not. And now Koumei is convinced that he was right to send his son to that high school.

Because...

You seem tired, Father.

"Oh, justice. He's so loud about you again."

Suddenly it floated on my desk. That was also like a monitor about twenty inches.

But no. It's never physical. Something uncertain, like the SF movie hologram, that seems to exist there, but can't actually even be touched.

But what speaks from the back of that screen is the undisputed figure, the wise justice, the son of his fruit.

"Still, I can't believe it at all times. I can't help wondering if it's still a dream."

'But it's real, Father. What you're looking at is your son, who's still working hard in different worlds. "

It's a different world, and it hangs on my back. If you thought calmly, there's not even too much clapping, but if you look at the sight being played out in front of you, you have nothing else to believe.

The first time Justice, my son, made contact from another world was the night of the disappearance of that school trip.

Initially, on the boulder, this father also cared about his son's safety (although he didn't think it was a good idea as far as other students were concerned, like his mother), but he was quite surprised by this monitor and the appearance of his son, who suddenly appeared in the private room.

Initially, of course, is that some kind of trick? It also took me suspicion, but I had to convince my son that it was the truth if I kept talking to him for half an hour.

Because what my son talked about and made me hear was information I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for him.

Only a very small number of people know about it, especially about a sacrificial candidate named Satoru, and about his sister and her stupid family who couldn't even speak for themselves and signed on the streets on their own. Not to mention my son smiling at the back of the screen knew the end of that scrapy family as well.

That's why Koumei convinced him that his son was real and refrained from making it a case.

And at the same time, he realized that something really existed that was different.

"So, what about you, Justice?"

'Yes, the plan is going well. Perhaps that sacrifice disappeared from you, too?

"Yeah, all of a sudden, neither the prosecutor in charge nor the detective could hide the surprise, but as you told me, I kept the investigation unnecessary and rigorous. But you're also saying well about that, aren't you?

'Yes, you're growing up well. Looks like he's killed a few people and gained a lot of strength. I think you'll be able to keep it up.'

Right, and I fucking laugh. When I first heard the idea of justice, my son, it was something I thought was too clappy and distant from reality, but as it gradually took shape, my expectations for the future also swelled.

And at the same time, it gets scary when you come up with something extraordinary while your own son again.

Yes, my son, speaking in a smile at the back of the screen, said at the beginning that he would create a demon king in the other world where he was now, and he would defeat it and become a hero - on top of that, he would rule the other world in the hands of righteousness, and let the next night of the Ethereal Moon open a huge gate between him and the Earth.

From there - I don't even have to ask. Finally, it is this plan, the plan of conquest of the other world and the earth by the wise.

"How is Earth, by the way, Father?

"Hmm, this one has a nice tail, but there's one island that seems to be a little tricky. I moved those guys, but someone interrupted me."

"That's unusual, I can't believe your father failed"

"Don't tear it up."

Koumei returns it in a slightly mushy tone to his son, who smiles and speaks that way.

"Well, that said, you'll have a piece of it one of these days. After a lot of research, it seems that the Kamikaze family is the kind of land that grows roots for generations, but it doesn't matter."

"… is it Shinji?"

"What do you know?

'No, it's something I used to hear its name when I was (...) going around looking at various dojos as bullshit. I couldn't care less because I looked into it and it seemed like a lot of frigid people. "

Koumei nodded at the words, Hmm.

"Ma, that's probably for sure. So it won't take long."

'Really? You're a boulder father. It would be helpful if you could make a basement for the future.'

I'll take care of it, Koumei snorts.

"But I've always thought that there's no such thing as an exorcism on Earth that's in your world. Isn't that why you can't use magic?

Koumei asks. This is a natural question if you think calmly. And if you can't use magic, that power will be halved even if Akechi returns from another world.

'That worry is almost allayed. As I've told you before, there are demons in this world that can be harvested from demons. As your father knows, there are three people who kept them as hand pawns, but the two of them are honestly not good, but one is also in the midst of getting a lot of information moving on that body (...) with a pretty mind-loss guy. I've been trying all that information down there, and apparently, by combining demonic nuclei and materials, magic can be exercised even in a world without magic. "

"How true! That's amazing!

Koumei spoke in a good year but excited tone. He's still a man there, too. I would be excited if dreamy things like magic were to come true.

'Yes, and if you study this well, it may also be possible to create a magic vegetable on Earth. Especially when it comes to experimenting with boulders, I think research on Earth is essential.'

"Don't worry about that. At dawn, when your plan succeeds, who will be left alone on this planet, something that can defy my wise family?"

Talk that far and decide to laugh high. It's a pleasure to have you around, Father, and my son say goodbye today.

And the screen disappeared, and I couldn't see my son. But then again, Koumei's laughter never stops.

"Heh heh, I didn't know there was going to be a day in my generation to master this world. Justice, I hope so, you'll do well. Whatever, you have my, no, this noble wisdom family's blood on you!