There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World’s Darkness so I Made One (In Exasperation)

I think every human has had a psychic aspiration once. If I could use a teleport, or if I could be transparent.

For example, it would be easier if I could get caught up in the signal when I was about to be late and travel to my destination all at once by teleport while worrying about the clock. A healthy male student would have once or twice become transparent and fantasized about such a thing or such a thing as a duffle. If you are a lady, you may have thought that you would like to use a charm against a handsome person. I can't say she's such a lady.

Of course I thought about it until I was in middle school. Although it naturally did not materialize as one mere thought than it was a very common homosapience living in the early twenty-first century. Even though there might have been a one-changer in the space century.

When I was in high school, I started to calm down paranoid outbursts, and I didn't really think about that anymore. But then I started thinking, "What would you do if you could use your powers?" Sometimes I can blossom into chatter without any shame.

Is it because I came home on my way home from high school, having such a chat with a friend? As I sat on the couch in the living room and watched a variety show that was neither poisonous nor medicinal, I found myself eating it on the flooring but spilling it, and I picked it up with my mind.

I tried to pick it up, not.

I picked it up.

"…… Hmm?

I put it down for a few beats and noticed a pancake shard in my hand, which I take seriously.

Something's wrong with that? I think something really weird just happened so obviously.

When I looked at the floor, the pancake shards had not fallen. Pancake shards in your hand. I don't remember moving my hand to pick it up.

That means……… what is it?

No. My memory got suspicious early as to whether the pancake shards had really fallen on the flooring in the first place.

It is not juvenile dementia. It's just not remembered because it wasn't particularly conscious. It would be about someone with an absolute memory who can remember every move of everyday operation.

I didn't really call pancakes in my hand with Psychic Pow.

Turn your eyes to the bag of pancakes to try, and come out with the pancakes. But nothing happens. I don't even have any signs that I'm going to wake up.

Look, I can't move. Hi, hi, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

exhale and throw the pancake shards with your mind, the TV remote.

"Fuh!?

I accidentally removed the remote control.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?

It's not my fault! It's not my fault this time! You didn't move your hand, but the pancake shards flew!

It's not your fault? Are you out of your mind? No, no. Huh?

My heart is buckling and rumbling. The pulse has risen so much since the head teacher yelled at me not to sleep by name when I slept in the long story of the morning principals. He yelled at Mike, so the howling was terrible, his gaze gathered when he looked around with his head that didn't work from his sleep, his painful silence, the cold sweat that erupted... no, let's not remember.

My head is confused or so messed up. When I go with a lanobe pattern, after the awakening event, something strikes me, and a beautiful girl comes out, and it's bloody catchy. Woof!

No, calm down. Blood is no thanksgiving. prime numbers. Count prime numbers. No, let's chill our heads before then. Let's do that. It's going to be KOOL. I like that. Let's do that.

Enter the kitchen with the flutter and stick the head out into the sink to make the faucet full power. Coldwater slapped Dobichaa on the head, splashing and soaking her clothes and feet.

Hurry and close the faucet. hurried. The water momentum was three times stronger than expected.

But fortunately in unhappiness, it's unintentional and physically and mentally chilling. If you clear your ears, the low sound of the appliance running is roaring as usual, and you can hear the uninhibited laughter of the variety show left on from the living room. I twitched, stained my clothes and began to wet my underwear. Feeling the cold of the water, I remained silent on the bar.

Somehow, it cooled. No head, no heart. I don't know because I was able to use my mind. It's nothing. It's not like the world's gonna end, it's not like you're gonna get better grades, it's not like you're gonna get more pennies. The water dripping from my hair is sad.

I sighed, brought a rag and wiped the floor. Take off your clothes, squeeze them, stick them in the washing machine in the bathroom, and wipe the dishes in the kitchen and the water on the unsweetened seasoning with a cloth towel.

Good thing my parents are out. If you see such assholes exposed, you'll have trouble explaining them, and most importantly, you won't be able to stay.

After finishing the whole thing, he turned off his TV in a sinking tension and returned to his room with a bag of pancakes. You're done. Already.

Pull out a cursory t-shirt and jeans and put them on and sit in a chair. I thought about the pancakes in the first place.

Looks like it was my fault after all when I thought calmly. It's still acceptable if you have the mindset to know clearly at that level that you've crushed the house or lifted the fridge. I can convince you the other way around by flying too fast. but it was the pancake shards that moved. Smaller than a BB bullet. I don't think it weighs a gram. The pancakes didn't move and the shards moved, so even the wind blew them. It's a much more convincing answer than a sudden wake-up call to psychic powers.

I don't really remember if the living room window was open. I got out of bed to try it out and tried to close the door and window of the room nicely. Slap the bed in the van and the dust rises only slightly, drifting loosely under the sunlight that plunges through the window. There's no way it's going to flow somewhere. There is no wind.

I'll break the pancake and make it a shard about the tip of my pinky finger and put it on my desk. Stick around and you won't move. That's right.

Next, I'll have a fan and try to stir it up. The shards flew away normally. Well, this is what I thought, too. It's just what I thought, but I feel something different. When the shards flew in the living room, I felt more like this, more stable, and more upright...

Take a breath with Gokuri. Want to do it? Want to try it?

If nothing happens with this, it's a joke. No, it's embarrassing. Though it may be a valuable experience if you think you have experienced daydreams.

Make pancake shards again and place them on your desk. Now open your eyes firmly so you don't miss it, and prepare your mind to remember it firmly. I held my breath and put my hands together just in case I didn't get wind. Grab the pieces of pancakes and make an image to attract them.

The shard floated as if it were natural and was delivered into his hand.

"What, seriously?

Drop shards. Put your hands together. The shard flew into my hand.

Drop shards again. Put your hands together. The shard flew into my hand.

Drop shards again. Put your hands together. The shard flew into my hand.

Drop shards again just in case. Put your hands together. The shard flew into my hand.

What is this frightening?

You know, rubbing your cheeks, "Is that a dream?" I don't whine or anything like that. Overwhelming reality. Definitely reality. Hypnosis, super speed and all that chatty stuff. Then I'm not turning it down. I'm tasting one scale of more unscientific stuff.

Er. Er...

In this case, what should I do? I have no experience or knowledge to set an example. Yatter, psychic. Whay! I don't have any feelings, but, you know, this kind of thing is troubling.

Because it's you. Light novels and comics don't dramatically get this kind of power. Even if it's not dramatic, there are strange voices in your head who ask for help, or beasts who persist in pressing for a contract. Road signs or clues, that's why we have them. Even the genius boy who picked up the notebook in the schoolyard used the HOW TO USE on his notebook as a clue.

Compare to that, take this.

Drop pancake shards. Rise, fit in the palm of your hand. Drop, rise, and fit.

So? What's this? Depending on the way you think, it's definitely amazing, but what is it?

I have no idea what caused my mind to be able to use it. Ordinary boys tend to wake up to their abilities and stuff, but that's mostly mediocre (laughs) when they explore the back.

My parents work together, they're from a normal family. Actually, I've never worked in an angry industry. Papan is an automaker who inspects materials and has seen him working during a vocational tour of elementary school. He said something about the light bouncing off the laser against the material. My mom helped my parents grow flowers. There's no question about this because I'm helping out and getting a dime with you for the summer vacation. I have no experience in divine hiding at an early age, no suspicious transfer students, no strange moles in my body, I don't remember encountering strange things lately and on the contrary, I don't have any wondrous fuzz letters lately tracing all my memories of my life.

I don't know why. I've lived seventeen years and I don't know why. I've never been in this situation before. I still know more about the math questions in the East University entrance exam. I don't know how to solve that, but I kind of know what you're talking about. Seriously, I don't know this one fundamentally.

No, wait, wait, wait. Isn't it premature to think that I'm the only one who can use my mind specifically? It's common in the middle two diseases, I'm special, so it's a painful delusion like Suge.

In fact, it is cleverly hidden for some reason even to adults, but you think it is normal to be able to use your mind?

You think all mankind has awakened to mindfulness simultaneously and multiple times?

There is... hey, wwwwww.

... No, right? Do you want to check it out?

Sit back in the chair, turn on the computer, and set up the net. I've looked at some of the news sites, but nothing like that in particular. Well, it's only been about half an hour since I started thinking and using it. Maybe it's just not news yet. The news system will try to search later.

Search: "Adolescent Mind Expression"

Search Results: puberty speech, puberty - Wikipedia, child heart disease, etc

I'll open all the items that came up on the first page, but it doesn't matter at all because I see them. Well, yeah. I suspect a mental illness when I say something about mental acuity in adolescence. Or walk away gently with a raw, warm half laugh. However, I was able to reaffirm that I was aitata when I said that I could use my mind in common sense. Whoa, let's just stop talking to someone. Even if it's true, it stinks of trouble to prove it. I was confused by the time I was convinced in the first place, so even if I showed it to someone else, it would just seem like a trick. And even after proving it, it looks like it stinks in vain. I don't know what it would be like to have a prestigious physics professor look into it using the latest scientific equipment, but I don't have a knot to ask you to do that.

Chuck in your mouth when it comes to your mind. Mm-hmm. It was worth a search, even if I just decided on one policy. I knew the internet was great.

Pushing F5 on the news site for a few minutes, I went into verification next.

The word "heart disease" made me anxious, but there may be a risk to this mind. You think life expectancy shrinks the more you use it? You think it can now be used as a side effect of some disease? You think you accumulate toxins when you use them? Once out of the room, bring the first aid kit and pinch the thermometer aside. Search by heartbeat to find out and measure the normal pulse rate of a seventeen-year-old man.

As a result, it's normal. No headaches, dizziness, etc. In the meantime, this didn't seem to happen immediately.

I just want to say that I can't use anything I'm not good at, but I think that's dangerous.

If I don't use it the other way around, something MP may accumulate in my body and become parn. Pern is a jerk.

It would be safer to look into it at some risk in the long run than to keep a lid on the odor. There is no Ate left to solve it.

Let's just find out. It would be nice to see Motemoteluto pioneered with an awesome mind cheat.

Psychokinesis, mind, telekinesis, ultra-psychology, one end to the other, following the link and examining it.

After about an hour of research, it was found that there was little to help.

There were sites that assumed that it was fiction, sites that wielded frivolous logic such as the power of the devil or the power of the mind, but there were no sites that provided reasonably convincing explanations about my situation today, whether scientific or non-scientific.

There are two things you can think of from here.

① There is no unprecedented phenomenon, and I am the only one in history who has woken up to my mind. Or there were others, but they died unaware of their powers/their abilities were too shoddy to be buried in the demise.

② It is strictly confidential on a national scale and the information is deleted when it comes out online.

Both seem possible. But I want you to give me a break for ②. The spirits of a huge secret organization could still show up on the doorstep and be abducted. Scary, haha (treble).

No, that's not funny. This. There might be a human experiment route. (2) We can only hope that it is not.

After three hours, nothing like that appeared on the news site, so I decided to give up getting information from the internet and actually verify my mind. Measure that was in the electronic weigher, pet bottle (with water) and desk drawer I brought from the kitchen. This is all I line up at my desk for now.

It's the difference in weight that the pancake shards moved and the pancakes didn't. Probably. See how far you can move it.

First check the weight of the pet bottle alone. It's about 25g...... it was heavier than a pancake. Akan. I was going to make sure of the limit weight while adding water, but all of a sudden it went to waste.

I had no choice but to crack the pancakes and check the shards while putting them on the electronic weigher, and it turned out that the limit weight to be lifted with my mind was 3g. Up to 2g, I lifted without resistance, and 3g required me to "move" quite vigorously and consciously.

A quick new discovery as to leave aside the soggy output, which is only as good as one ant. The mind has a switch to the output.

It's difficult to put it into words because it's sensory, but it takes a process of "seeing the object," "holding hands," and "being able to put strength into it" to use your mind. Skip the "look at the subject" as it is. "Hands behind your back" needs to stick your palms out toward the subject. I'll tell you what I can do without sticking it out, but in that case the output drops dramatically. Specifically about a third. This is another difficulty in expressing "I can put my strength into it," but I can only say that I can put my strength into it anyway. You can rephrase it with words around it like force, temper. I don't care where they say they can help or how they do it. Strongly speaking, there are invisible and untouched mental muscles, nenlikins, that move it, like...

I can't particularly feel the muscles in my arms even if I have light objects, but when I have heavy objects or have an arm wrestle, I feel pimply trembling and tired, and oh, you have muscles, you're using them. Stop? Like that. I hope you're strong.

Even if I knew that 3g was the limit, I was tired when I tried to stand upside down or crawl and scream that I shouldn't even have 4g this way. Physical fatigue and mental fatigue were different sensations, but they were certainly "tired". It's tough, Dal. And when I was resting, I recovered. They use their minds to consume MP stuff. I don't know, but that's what I think, and pay attention to the overuse of MP! and carved it into my heart by taking note of it in my experimental notes. Physical fatigue causes overwork when it becomes severe, and mental fatigue sometimes causes neurosis. Even mental fatigue won't attract anything good.

Range distance next. How far does your mind reach?

The distance that can be measured in the measure reached the position exceeded by the margin. It arrives anywhere in the room. Apparently, it's within range anywhere in sight. If you return the back, you won't see it. It's out of range, no matter how close. Beyond cloudy glass, or too far apart to see clearly, the accuracy of the movement decreases. However, the output remains intact.

Finally, operability. How far can you move things precisely with your mind?

This was quite disabling, and I could only do two streets: "draw straight toward me (palm)" and "pull straight away from me (palm)". In a big mess, you can only move on a straight line that connects you to the object. The lateral movement is NG. Technically, there were signs that Nenlikin was going to be able to screw it off, but I don't think the track subtly slipped to the side? It was to the extent. That's why I can't move substantially laterally.

I rushed to return the electronic weigher to the kitchen because the story ran out where I had taken the experimental notes that far and at the same time I heard my mother's car coming into the garage, and this day's experiment was open.

No, I could test my mind in the middle of the night. You're scared if you have a family nearby but run off or something? I might be over-conscious with 3g of crumbs.

The next day, it was a mental pain that struck me. Muscle pain occurs if you use the muscle, and headache occurs if you use the head (sometimes). That's why it was unexpected to use my mind to have mental pain.

I have trouble explaining this again if you ask me what kind of pain it is. In words, forya! Do you feel that? I don't know. Wow, that's crazy. It feels like the inner soul is breaking its shell and overflowing with chaos if expressed in a medium bipolar way.

Well, if you don't use your mind or concentrate on your mind, it doesn't hurt much, so I left you mentally at rest this day without having to.

I stopped by Mac with a friend on my way home from school, but all of a sudden the clerk didn't blow the fire or the black clothes and the beautiful girl started donning around me, and it was just surprisingly peaceful except my joking friend spilled the coke into my uniform. Favs have disappeared because they smell sweet. Otherwise, they're charging me for cleaning.

Another day. I paused checking the news site. There was too little change. I can also lose my temper to monitor it. There's nothing after two days, so it would be enough if you'd already checked the papers.

My mind ache was getting pretty good too, so I'll try my mind. Then there was no change in range manipulation, but the output had changed. I was able to move the critical 4g thing. I feel an increase in nenlikin.

4g! Wow! 1g! 1g more! But it's 4g! One pencil doesn't work! Fuck!

Nooo. Let's also think about the time you are resting due to mental pain, and let's say the 1g output goes up in two days. 182g in a year. After a year, the 500ml pet bottle will not work. If you train constantly every other day, by the time you're Osama, you'll be able to manage to float one cat.

Wow. Shit!

Are you nuts? Normally if you muscle it, you don't have to muscle it. As of now, you can throw about a cat. You can catch a catchball without a catchball. It's a lick.

It may be a luxurious concern from people who can't use their minds, but I feel it would be more useful to remember one or two English words than to train their minds. Even if you are certified as a paranormal after an excessive tortuosity using it anyway, it will be noisy for a time, but if the fever cools, you will just have a life ahead of you that won't be as painful as the artist who left the boom. It is absolutely better to study steadfastly, get into a good college, work seriously in a good company and live a steady life.

I'm not going to go on because it doesn't take much time or effort to train. I don't give a shit.

Not at all like the super power I imagined when I was little. The Phantom doesn't answer, the invaders from the universe don't show up, we haven't heard from the organization's agents, the doors from different worlds won't open.

Even if the Phantom came out, it would be absolutely faster and more effective to throw a vase or beat it with your bare hands than to confront it with a 4g mind. Mind is really pointless.

I got it. I didn't want psychic powers, I wanted to get involved in extraordinary things with psychic powers. More importantly, I don't like the fact that the unusual is dangerous even if it is unusual, so I wanted a strong pua ~ that seems to be easy and safe there. Even the ability to be creative. With a 4g mind that can only be operated in a linear fashion, I can only come up with enough to throw every single one of the paintings into a makibishi. It is also faster to sprinkle it apart with your hands.

Ha. Tension's dropping.

Human habit is horrible, and I was familiar with the unusual situation of being able to use my mind by ten days. Come to think of it, if I gave my laptop to a peacetime human, it would have adapted while confused, as I do now. It's witchcraft - or something. Mindfulness can be explained physically by mankind a thousand years later. Maybe it's nothing.

There were no abnormalities in health. On the fourth day I deliberately fell, hit him in the head, complained of headaches, and had him tested for precision at the hospital, but he was healthy.

The study note of mindfulness enters the third page, and fine data is being stored.

First of all, I thought the output would improve by 1g, but it seemed to be sooner. 3g 4g 5g 7g 9g 11g is increasing. Thanks. They're up 1.3x at a time. Much easier to grow than muscles. I tried to calculate it on a calculator, but if I proceed at this pace, it will be 118g in a month, and 746416648580237t a year later... equal number of classes. The heroes of fiction are also bright blue.

However, keep in mind that you don't know where the cap is, so don't expect too much. There may be growth limits at 100g. And suddenly you lose your mind like you suddenly have.

Only solids are basically able to move the rest, and the air is impossible to "grab" first because it is invisible. The liquid is hard to grasp, I intend to move 11 g together and even if I use my mind, it just drops and zeroes and the blister rises. The blister rises, so it seems to be moving, but I feel like I'm trying to draw water with a ballpoint pen. It was impossible to move the fire, and bending the light was, naturally, impossible. Fire and light are not even signs of success.

It was during the test period - during the school trip - but it was only at night that I continued my training, and after about two months I was able to move 8kg. It's an output that I'm not ashamed to say is clearly mindful. If it's something you hold in your hand on a daily basis, you can generally move it.

Curiosity driven me to pick up the eraser I dropped in class, but I didn't find out. I don't know if they saw it or if they thought it was their fault.

When I got on track and told my friend I was going to do the trick in advance and did a light cards demonstration with my mind, I felt pretty impressed and good.

but then he persisted in being forced to reveal it and had trouble replying. Guerro said he was actually mindful of losing the push, but before he declared it a trick, he only thought it was deceptive. I actually used my mind to show it and they thought it was a trick too. Oh, this is Akan or Tsubaya.

The more I tried to prove it, the more I felt like falling for it, and I managed to escape in pursuit.

When he asked me to show him again the next day, I was thrilled, but avoided by insisting that Carchan had dumped the cards he had planted with Tane. I swear I will never use my mind in public again. Let your mind be your personal hobby. It tires me when I show it to others...

When the output of your mind rises, you'll have trouble with what you move. Move the cooker, move the bookshelf, move the fridge, move the passenger car. In the fourth month I moved the bus stopping at the bus stop in the neighborhood, I finally felt the limit.

I noticed. In the world, things that heavy aren't gobbling up that much.

I don't know for sure, but it would be 6 to 8 t by bus. The house will be heavier, and the skyscrapers will be heavier, but no matter what is fixed on the land. I've thought about moving trains before, but if you move a moving train further with your mind, it could be catastrophic, and sneaking into the garage is a high hurdle.

Since I had no choice, I decided to interrupt the output increase and work out the endurance, precision and application. With an output of about 7t as the basis, it would be too much.

The first thing to work out is the vector. I want to be able to move freely in all directions, front, back, up, down, left and right. Originally there were subtle signs of moving laterally, so the formula to go well is expensive.

I tried it and it went well. It was able to produce an output of two or three kg in all directions except to attract and thrust.

My mind ache the next day was terrible for a long time because I used Nenlikin, which I don't normally use.

After all, thanks to working out the foundations. All vector domination went better than expected, allowing 7t output in all directions in three months.

But at the price of that, when I found out there were rumors of buses spinning in the middle of the night, there was a cold sweat. Apparently they were witnessed. Let's not move the bus anymore.

When he dominated all the vectors, he advanced to the senior year. I chose an industrial system under the state that seemed to have no pathway, but was commensurate with my academic qualifications. If you're going to study your mind, you'd be best off pursuing a physics research career, but blah, blah, blah, blah. I'm not that smart. I know it feels better than average, but I don't have a brain that's good enough to do something innovative.

Further mental training will be carried out while taking exam measures immediately. It was no longer a hobby. I feel like I've been using my mind to breathe in my studies lately.

The next aim of all vector domination was to "stop" rather than "move".

Previously, I had only used my mind to move "pull" or "push" apart, but I should be able to use it to not move. Secure things in a floating state in the universe, or keep the ball you put on the ramp from rolling away.

Shall I say let your mind linger……?

This is hard again. Assuming the previous mental training was dumbbelling, it had a plain spiciness like an air chair. When I'm distracted, my twitching fixation drops, and after time even though I can afford it at first, Nenlikin shudders and wants to retake. But if you build this up, the pink color combines instantaneous and endurance (?) Nenlikin should be available. It doesn't matter what happens if you get something like that, but a man is a muscle-seeking creature, even if it doesn't make any particular sense. Muscle is status.

Study while lifting your desk. Listen as you lift the chair you are sitting in and move slowly. Solve my father's past questions as he floats his passenger car.

For studying and nenlikin tre in one effort, both grades and nenlikin went up well. Well, that's it. I feel like I'm studying and playing while I'm sporting. Some people in the world can't concentrate on their studies when they listen to music, while others can progress their studies when they listen to music. I guess it fits that I'm good at thinking and studying.

Summer vacation is fucking serious. It was worth studying for twelve hours a day and spending on Nenrikyntre, and the aspiring university got an extra A judgment, so that I couldn't tire myself of using Nenrikyn's endurance and fixation all the while I was also awake. It gets rough when you stay up all night on a boulder.

Teachers and parents have recommended that the university be given one rank, but refused to do so with some reason. Universities in one rank are not close to the sea. Anyway, this makes college entrance exams cheap if you don't play poka.

I decided to move on to my hobby for a while while while I watched my friends elegantly spend their summer vacation studying with a less graceful face.

The next challenge is morphological manipulation of the mind. Instead of interfering with things with your mind, manipulate your mind as your mind.

Thanks to the endurance training that allowed Mitch and his mind to linger during the summer, he was able to feel more acutely the power of his mind itself.

Until now, it was necessary to mediate objects in order to use mindfulness, so it was difficult to manipulate invisible objects, that is, air or objects whose boundaries were unclear, that is, water. But now I can manipulate my mind itself, so I can, for example, fan the air with my mind, make a cup and draw water... It seems like it will be useful.

I don't know. Previously, the mind clicked on the cursor to specify the object. Is it an image of the future mind dragging to specify a range? Of course, just because you can now drag doesn't mean you can't click.

First, I made a board out of my mind. The time it took to stretch the base of my mind, which I only used in dots, to extend it to an area of about a circle of balls, is an hour.

Rather than tight, it was the task of using nerves.

It's an array of muscular analogies every time, but it feels like screw tightening or nailing. Instead of just using the muscles vaguely and building up, I felt like using the muscles as a means to make something. Even if Nenlikin himself can still afford it, his mental fatigue is terrible and exhausting in an hour. Abandoned. The force field defoes the dot, so we have to stretch it out of the dot state again tomorrow. But that's what makes it worth it.

It takes a week to spread out to about 500 yen balls. A month to spread to about 1,000 yen bills. Grabbing the trick of how to spread the force field gradually, by the time it was two months old, it was enough to stretch out all over the octatami floor in just fifteen minutes. If we continue to train, it will spread more and more. From here we enter more complex and instantaneous morphological manipulation training.

It is now possible to stretch out the dots, spread them out and make "boards". I want to be able to get the board out with Don all of a sudden from now on.

The range of mind is the same as vision. That means if you're in your sight, you can generate your mind at will. If you have about two or three now, you can move them with your mind at the same time. In other words, you don't have to bother to stretch out of one point (the force field that serves as the reference) to create a plate, but you should also be able to create a mind field that has been in the state of the plate since the beginning. I did so because it was easier to stretch it out of the dot, but I have also learned the feeling of plate-shaped mindfulness, and it would be time to make the application work.

That's what I thought and started training. On the first day, it took me two hours to make only a thin, brittle plate with tissue. But in a week, it turns into straw half-paper, and I can get the hang of it from there. Two weeks later, in three minutes, I was able to create a board of mind that was sturdy and had an area of about a tennis court. I'm surprised to see you improve so quickly.

Thanks to scattered basic training every day so far, I can see that my mental acumen has recently increased visibly. I may be a genius.

This is my superpower. Do you have a TSUEE? It begins? It begins unusual?

... but there has never been any tone out before.

Even Ichiro and Jobs didn't suddenly achieve great success one day. Successfully and unsuccessfully, he proceeded to put himself in a world that could be described as unusual by ordinary people. Given that, it is natural to expect nothing unusual to happen passively. We need to take some action toward the outside world and "try" anything.

With all this intellectual proficiency, a corresponding disturbance would be possible. If you only want flashfulness without thinking about it later, do you think you can even go in front of a TV station in Tokyo and lift and swing a big truck on the street? If you do something grandiose and big in the public eye, you won't be cut off and thrown away as a trick.

But that kind of disturbing unusual is a little different from what I'm looking for. TV coverage is pushing over, decorating a side of the paper, being criticized by self-proclaimed experts as they please in gossip magazines, and I'm not asking for that. More like this, the same psychic kickers battle each other. Jumpers and psychometlers have romance. I prefer the unusual where the unusual collides with the unusual rather than the unusual incorporated into the daily routine.

Hum. College students say they have time, and when they receive college, do you want to find some free time and move to seclude a similar search?

By the time I had finished the center exam, the same had happened to the formation of the mindfulness plate. The forming time cuts ten seconds, and the shape is also plate, cup, ellipse and free. In addition, plates can be applied to complex shapes such as stitches and bouquets. It is still not possible to cover it in such a way that it sticks perfectly. It feels like there are many gaps and wastes, but I can do what I can. That's more of a barrier than a board. This. The mastery of the mind rises to the right shoulder, drawing and lifting water in a barrier at the end of the bath, further deforming the barrier without spilling water.

I also tried folding origami with my mind, scraping trees with sculpture knives and sculpting. The goal is to use precision and strong mindset. That's Sta-O Platinum.

Since it was originally a university with good academic performance in the sense of judgment A and a little out of tune, the secondary exam also broke through at leisure. I became a college student in the sun.

The move to start living alone was also over, and three days were available until the admission ceremony. So what do we do with that time? It is, of course, mental training. Huh, preparing for the lecture? I don't know. All you have to do is graduate in credits.

I left my apartment at night when the good boys were asleep and I headed to the sea. Enough walking. It's not a big distance.

Hearing the sound of the waves, he descends to the sandy beach, illuminates his feet with a flashlight and travels to the wave strike. And using his mind, he lifted up a large amount of sea water.

Do you understand?

That's right, right now I can lift water.

Water weighs 1 t in one cubic meter. The water in the sea is endless, so there is no upper limit of weight. From now on, I can increase the output of Nenlikin by as much as 7t. That's about half the reason the ocean went to college nearby.

Let's get the output up. Let's get the guns up. I don't have any particular goals, but I can raise them.

And, if I was playing with seawater all night on track, I would be attending with a cold and flirting at the admissions ceremony. No matter how many psychic kickers can beat the disease. Looks like he was floating around alone and getting high. Reflections ('· ω ·).

It seems that colleges are free to do basically anything if they take credit. You can indulge in circles, you can play around with your friends, you can dip into the lab, or you can make rough money on a part-time basis.

It was three times as free as I imagined, so I decided not to hesitate to indulge in my hobby. In short, mindfulness.

I trained my mind, bought occult magazines, read and fished books. Sometimes I went to listen to the experts and met them in person to talk to them.

I saved up money on a part-time basis and flew around. Mount Asu. The Sea of Trees of Fuji. Guiana Highlands. Tower of London. Famous suicide attractions and power spots, both domestic and international, turned beyond counting with both hands.

but none of them came pinned at all. There was no occult circle in the first place.

I have hidden this trait from the self-proclaimed psychic and went to see him, but the clapping out was a good place. Speaking scattered in a dim room, I had a long bump spell quote, the water color just changed.

It's a trick, no matter what you think, thank you so much. I wouldn't admit it if I was psychic. Too showy. Not hard enough. I couldn't contain my anger at the excess shovoness, and with my mind, I destroyed the room, or the house, to no avail, but I have no regrets. You're kidding me...!

That's how college freshmen passed empty. There was emptiness, but I comforted myself that it was only clear that the psychic was not at least the kind of person that ordinary people would look around for and find.

While the search for your companionship ended in Ska, the training went too well.

The lifting of sea water requires a variety of minds that have been developed so far, such as precision that does not leak water, output that supports weight, endurance that continues to support it, and formation that maintains the barrier.

The cubic water, measured by buying a 50m measure, was lifted at leisure, so the output is weighed and 125,000t is kata. I've looked into it, and this is a number that holds up enough for a medium-sized tanker. Shit. If you turn Nenlikin into a normal muscle, it's definitely a monstrous match. I wonder if you can win by fighting a battleship instead of a tank.

I almost stayed in the year at risk after putting too much effort into my mind, but I managed to advance, my second year of college. This year we thought of reducing the scope of our activities from the world to the city.

It has already acquired an unmeasurable output with hand-held tools and the precision and endurance of covering every grain of rice in a tea bowl with a very thin barrier to maintain the condition for one hour. From now on, this is an era of readiness. You must be able to use your mind perfectly whenever, immediately, you want to.

As things stand, putting up the barrier takes about two seconds. I want to scale this down to 0.2 seconds, which is the average human reflectance.

I also want to be able to assist with exercise in a more natural way. For example, I can't walk with my legs frustrated! Sometimes it helps if you can jump and jump as if you're not frustrated by aiding in your mind. More importantly, it would be refreshing if you could assist in the operation in the same way and jump dozens of meters like a superman or grind concrete with your fists. Leaving aside whether the opportunity to crush concrete with fists comes once in your life.

It was decided to weave the training in readiness into the daily routine.

When I wake up in the morning, I throw the pebble on my pillow while falling asleep. Play the falling pebble with minimal barrier on the verge of hitting your body. Continue this for five minutes.

I don't use my hands at this time. My mind will lose its output and accuracy if I don't hold my hand, but I'm too suspicious if I move my hand more than I can incorporate into my daily routine.

Becky the HB pencil! And just like breaking! It's important that you do what you deserve, isn't it, Mrs. Enya?

By the end of pebble training, my eyes are blinded, so I wake up and make breakfast. But with all my mind. Hold a frying pan with your mind, put a fire in the stove with your mind, cut the vegetables with your mind, and fry with your mind. Keep frying pans and dishes covered with a barrier to avoid dirt. It's all-electric. It's all-electric. I use fire though.

A foot barrier is placed a few millimeters above the ground while attending school. It is also not just tensioning, but tensioning the foot that stepped out on the brink of touching the ground and releasing it immediately after it is off the ground. If I had done that since the first day of my sophomore lecture, I would have been dangerously late. The first day would have been about 300 m/h. This was difficult on boulders and it took three months for me to be able to walk at the same speed as I normally would. I was worried that a friend of mine was injuring my leg because I was doing that on the campus. It may have been a little too much for me to pretend that my legs were not feeling well on the word while I thought it was bad. Because it's not a rush exercise.

When the lecture is over and the dinner is done with all-mindedness, move your computer or sharpen with your mind to study while you muscle tread. It is good to assist with your daily movements with your mind, but it is also difficult to blunt your muscles. Moderate muscle tresses are essential.

When it's midnight, I finish my studies and go outside wearing the mask I bought when I went to Bali on a trip abroad a year ago. It's time to go outside.

I fly around the roof of the house aiding in motion with my mind, walking (running) through the air to the sea. When we get to the sea, we lift up the sea water to create a maritime athletic and fly around it again. There is nothing wrong with people looking at me. I hope the rumors don't tell us who you are. It is a mask for that. Though the suspicion has doubled.

But such as, "What the hell are you going to fight?" Life that makes me want to ask myself also turns into mere routine work after six months. More importantly, he was flying around in masked gear in the middle of the night, causing a relapse of Mid-Second Sickness to make him feel comfortable. No, I can use my mind in real life, and I don't know if I can call it a medium two disease. Only recently, the cost of part-time work has disappeared into Uri boots and so on that can withstand the weight of steel armor and 2t. No, look, there could be an organization out there that's targeting psychic kickers who've gained strength. Take care of that, huh?

...... although there is no sign of such an organization showing up. I mean, if an organization shows up that can fight as well as I do now, it's a big monster showdown.

Anyway, since my training to doubt my sanity while fighting an invisible enemy has become part of my routine, I have had more time to think about finding company again.

I knew very well that I would not find the same psychic if I searched alone. I don't know anyone who can ask for an angled survey, so would it be best to use the mass media in the right place?

But even when the "real" starred and called on the psychic in the field, it didn't seem very effective.

To date, various TV stations have put together various shows to look for real capable people, but no one has been found to convince everyone that it is definitely real at one time.

I also tried collecting videos and DVDs from that Te show, but 95% of them were yarrassed no matter what they saw, and the remaining 5% remained at the level of "I can't tell if it's real".

I used my vacation to fly across the country and abroad again and tried to meet that 5% of the people, but one waited five years to book a visit, one didn't show me his superpowers in an obscure manner and was kicked out at the end with a reverse gillet, the two were prophets but only fuzzy prophecies that I could take care of even the money, and the rest had no contact details published.

That's where I realized. I had to understand. I'm the only psychic in the world.

but there was no wonder and disappointment. Yeah, I knew it. It was easy to understand, and it was a big deal that my mind became too everyday.

I remember the first time I was bought a game in elementary school. I felt like I got a legendary weapon then, and I was even happy. I bragged to my friends and indulged in the game with them. At the time when the best entertainment was comics, something called game was a small extraordinary, like a comet that appeared in boring routines.

The same is true of the mind. After three years of being able to use it, I get used to it completely. Sure it's funny and well worth it, but it's fun to taste a sequel to your favorite game, and there's no such thing as excitement or anticipation for the unknown. Somehow I can predict ahead.

Probably no other psychic will show up either.

There's no secret organization out there after my life.

I don't even flirt with beautiful girls.

There is nothing wrong with the side effects of the mind.

I don't even know why I got psychic powers.

All you have to do is build your mind mediocre and work out without anything. I could easily imagine myself like that, and I thought that would be good.

But well, if you work out to the limit, it's not bad to make a big scene with your mind. Perhaps there is a possibility at the particulate level that there may never be a wake-up fantasy that opens the curtain.

Until then, let's build our minds.

Just even.