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

With Mr. Tsuki's consent, I took a bag with a pet bottle and materials and quickly headed to the mansion of Meikatai, Bunkyo District, Tokyo, where she lives. By bike. If I could travel with Byune with my mind, it wouldn't take a minute, but it wouldn't work either. Because it stands out.

I can cover my whole body with a black mind barrier that blocks light and become an unidentified being, but it naturally fucking stands out because it turns black on the detective comic book killer Bali. If such a suspicious person has been traveling mentally fast since midday, there is no waiting for a report. That's why I have to pump my favorite Superturnip engine and protect my statutory speed and go down the lower road. Yeah, I'll have to buy rice and miso on the way home. Yeah, it's this band-stained method of travel.

I can't dress up without a metastasis, as Mr. Tachigi said. You can move in a stylish jump to the rooftop transmission of the building, but Arre is expected to stand out quite prominently during the day because in Tokyo, where skyscrapers are disturbed, you can just look out the window a little bit. It's important if you're seen. I can't go any farther than having no connections to the police, the government or the press. Or gunning a gimmick overload supercar, or a vertical take-off plane with a crazy shape? Let's go after him.

Thirty minutes by bike, you arrive at Mr. Takigi's house. I've never been here directly, but I know every corner very well. When I pressed the intercom, I received a reply in the voice of the helper.

"Yes. It's Saki. Who is it?"

"I contacted you earlier, uh, Sasuke."

I thought I'd call myself psychic, but I weighed myself down. Only Mr. Tsuki will reveal his identity. It's a secret to your helper.

"Master Sasako, right? The lady is asking. Please come in."

Whoa, I'm out, lady. Is this really modern Japan?

In front of me tense by myself, the iron cast door opens by itself. This gate has a high-tech electrical opening and closing device. I don't hate the style of putting money on these places.

The seasonal flowers, which the vendor comes to on Monday and is carefully cared for, go through the beautiful vestibule and ring the lion-shaped knocker on the front door. The door opened immediately.

"Welcome to our home, Sasuke. Principal of the Takigi family, this is Takigi. You're welcome."

Saying so, Mr. Tsuki pinched the hem of the dress skirt with both hands, lifting it gently and lowering his head. Slightly wavy, glossy brunettes that reach up to the waist flow. It was like a stage actress, so perfect that even medieval fantasy video works were hard to see. That's all I get overwhelmed with anymore. Looks like you got lost in the movie.

"Thank you, Sapporo Pestle. I'm a psychic."

He manipulates the water from the pet bottle he was carrying instead of his business card in order to defeat Mr. Takiki's pre-emptive attack, and creates the water lettering "Sapporo" in the air. Mr. Tachigi put his hand on his mouth and made a "well" pose, rounding his eyes. Ha ha, I wanted to see that surprise face. Hey...

The pet bottle was brought only to doom in this performance, so the water in the contents is discarded outside and the garbage is compressed and crushed and stuck in the bag. Mr. Tsuki took me to the guest room quietly. Help us sit on the couch in the guest room at the same time (Auntie in her sixties. maid clothing gear) brought a tea set, only to prepare for the Tequipaki Tea Party and quit without slapping me in the mouth for nothing. Tea is a fancy one. I know that it is definitely more expensive than any tea I have ever had at a time when it is not a tea bag.

As far as I can tell, Mr. Tsuki's parents are regular company employees, as long as I sneak my mind into the safe of Mr. Tsuki's house and check the documents. There is no such thing as drawing the blood of a Western nobleman or trading with Europe. But this is this hospitality. If we cut off this scene only, everyone will believe that Mr. Tachigi is a miserable lady. What the hell is poking and moving her?

"So."

Mr. Tsuki, with a cool voice, stepped out a little so that he could not wait and cut his mouth.

"Creating a secret society together means I have psychic powers asleep, too, right?

"Ah, probably not asleep."

Mr. Tachigi's face was all smudged. Ugh, it hurts my heart when a beauty looks at me like that.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting. But that's not what I'm talking about. This.

"Then why the hell did you ask me out? It's not because you're rich, is it?

"No, I'm sorry because I'm rich…………………"

"Yep..."

Mr. Tsuki is confused!

Honestly, it's so awkward. Where I was expecting a drama opening with a twitching psychic, I was going to be pulled back too far into reality like, "Please Money" and so on to the ground. Seriously, I'm getting sorry.

I'm sorry. Then I told you all about how I've been since I woke up in my mind. I'll also show you the fifteen mental training notes I brought in my bag. It was a long story, but I was grateful to hear it quietly hammered without pinching my mouth.

"I know exactly how Sasuke feels."

Mr. Tsuki nodded deeply at me when I was tired of talking and took a cup of completely chilled tea. I was only speaking unilaterally, but there was definitely a deep sense of empathy and unity between me and Mr. Tsuki. It also takes nature and salutations and becomes a tattered mouth. I even feel like a friend I've been dating for years. There should be no telepathic ability, but it is conveyed that Mr. Tsuki thinks so too.

"I really wanted to be a magic castle princess when I was in elementary school too, and I tried so hard to keep it from my parents."

"Uh."

I have an elementary school. If he's a boy, he wants to be a hero of the squad thing. I know exactly how it feels because there are times when I couldn't help but want to be Goji too. I became a psychic and psychic capable of twisting Goji O for whatever reason. Radioactive heat rays can also be deactivated.

"As you can see, I've been working hard until I grew up. After accumulating enough money, I was going to build a castle, buy a place of nobility, and have my wife call me a princess."

"Huh!?

Oh, my God, that's so aggressive, Mr. Tsuki!

Is that what you've been living like before, this guy? I see there's a combination of playfulness and adult handiwork in the street. So far in the bee, I said, 'I want to be a princess! Isn't it about these people who are doing' the world wide? I was deeply impressed.

"Mr. Tsuki is really amazing. I don't mind winning a little."

"Ugh, if you think so, good luck with that. But I think Sasuke's pretty good, too, right? I don't know what to say about being able to work out just that without a secret or a purpose, but it's a bit unusual."

"Really? Well, yes!

It was simply fun for me to build up my mind, but I can see that it's not the only thing a normal person can build up to the point where they can smash the planet.

No matter how much fun it is, people get bored and fed up. Even a game so enthusiastic that you forget the time and your parents scold you and confiscate you, after a few years, you won't even get tired of touching it.

I won't let anyone deny that I've honed my mind for a long time without stopping it.

Besides, the previously largely useless mind will be fully utilized if you work with Mr. Tsuki, who is highly spec and has a deep understanding on an unusual basis.

It's a sudden story, though. I visited her around noon, but she talked too much and it's already dark outside. You'll need time to sort out your thoughts, and you should be free in this area for once.

That's what I told him, but Mr. Tsuki wondered if he was staying with me. No. Isn't that a boulder?

"I don't think it's a good idea for a beauty like Mr. Tachigi to let a guy I met stay. What if something goes wrong?"

"But Sasuke, you also saw me naked when you were stalking me, right? Now it will be."

"Ah..."

That's right, that's all I said. I told you about the extra momentum, you stupid son of a bitch!

In contrast to me, Mr. Tsuki was unexpectedly distracted by the wind.

"It's okay. You told me it was beautiful, and I don't really care anymore. When I saw this beauty and said skank, I was ripping it apart."

"Hih."

I'm scared. He says he's smiling at you, but he's probably about half serious.

"Besides, since I first saw Sasuke's mind, I can't stop hitting her chest. I'd still like to talk to you."

Saying so, Mr. Tsuki smiles softly holding his rich breasts in his palm. Or cute. No questions asked and cute even if you know you're breast augmentation surgery and researching a pose that tickles your manhood. That's what I'm talking about, Mr. Tsuki!

But I'll show you something beyond bruises. Mr. Tsuki fishes me and accepts a wheel-ho stay. Me, too. There's no way you can turn down an invitation from such a beautiful, cute, smart, hobbyist Orihal Kommental guy. Come on!

Mr. Tsuki invited me to the dining room, and after having dinner with him, which his helper had made and left behind, he invited me to the study (or almost danced) with his dancing footsteps.

If you wonder what you will do, you will be guided to the bookshelf of Mr. Tsuki's collection of obsessions and two discussion documents during the academic period.

"Sasuke, I said I wanted to be a princess, but I wanted to be a magic girl until middle school. I still dream."

"Looks like it."

I agree while watching a row of shelves filled with thick notes labeled 'Magic Girl Discussion'. I knew this guy, he wasn't half way there.

Mr. Tsuki continued as he pulled out a few notebooks and shook them to show them.

"Naturally, I have also made assumptions about what to do to get magic and psychic powers. I think I can figure out how to get more psychic powers than there is a real Mr. Sasako. Here's the data for that. Because I made it, and I got it all together. I've given up half of my life when I ended up just being paranoid, but the time has come to stop being paranoid."

"Ho."

The intrigue that has remained intrigued since I found out about Mr. Tsuki is even more intriguing.

It's not like you and I didn't think about the conditions for obtaining psychic powers. But I already have psychic powers, and I was more obsessed with mind-building than with awakening and obtaining conditions.

Because he doesn't possess psychic powers or magic, Mr. Tachigi, who has been discussing precision considerations, may open a breakthrough.

Once you know how to acquire psychic powers, the Psychic Secret Society approaches reality at once.

"Okay. Am I supposed to help you find the materials, too?

"I'll extract the material. Please answer the question, Sasuke."

Well, that sounds better. As soon as I snorted, Mr. Tsuki started asking questions.

"Well, first of all... right. When you woke up to your mind, was there a revelation?

"Revelation………?

"Hearing a godly voice, strange shapes of moles coming up."

"Yeah, you didn't."

When I answered, Mr. Tsuki moved to the bookcase next door.

"Have you ever visited a pyramid or Stonehenge before you woke up to your mind?

"None"

"Inspiration?

"None"

"There seems to be no experience of hiding or abduction."

"As I said."

Stop the third step from the top with the finger that was causing you to get lost toward the bookcase.

"What about the blood muscles?

"My mother was an ancestral farmer. I'm talking about being able to trace it back to Edo. I don't know about my father's ancestors, but my grandfather and my great-grandfather used to run liquor stores. I crushed it when I was little."

"Normal," he said. The more you use your mind, the more you grow up, right?

"Right. So far I don't see any growth limits."

"I feel 'tired' when I use my mind. The symptoms naturally recover over time."

"Jesus."

A hand moving slowly through the third stage shelf pulled out a single notebook.

Dude, did you really assume the existence of a psychic like me......?

"Have you ever had an unintentional mental runoff?

"Never."

"When you weren't training your mind for a long time, didn't your mind get weaker?

"Uh, I don't know. I've never used my mind for a long time, but I've never been weakened."

Finally, Mr. Tsuki stopped rolling his hand around the page, pointing to a sentence that ran into a corner of the paper full of formulas and drawings.

"Then this is it. Developmental psychic protogroup - In Sasako's case, it's Nenlikin. The transplant. Now you're likely to be able to share your psychic powers with others."

Seriously. I'll transplant it.