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

I was so excited that my brain was going to boil when I heard that I could increase the number of psychics, but I was lonely enough to read two notes in my study because Tochigi did not break my healthy life that I would sleep at 10: 00 at night when I was about to. I just thought it was something I would talk about all night because I told him to stay. I'm afraid Mr. Tsuki hasn't paced me.

I got permission to use my guest bedroom and study, so let me read your notebook until I get sleepy.

The theory on the page indicated by Mr. Tsuki was difficult to understand, but the main points were largely understandable because it was beautifully summarized. The point is mutual interference. If you touch me, you'll be touched, and if they're watching me, I can see you.

Think of a hot boxing ghost with the power to slip through objects as an example. The spirit that slips through the object is not afraid even in a hot state. Sliding through objects means we can't interfere here. It's scary all the time even if you just attack me with anger. Be angry with me forever by yourself!

On the other hand, ghosts who can touch or move objects if they care about it. This one's a little troublesome. Ghost punches of ghosts getting beaten up in anger usually hit me. It is troublesome. but that is the order. Being able to beat means that the moment of beating is de-permeated and materialized. Therefore, if you beat him to death with a counterattack at the moment of his beating, he will be de-spirited (physically).

This is the principle of mutual interference. Any exquisite and irrational being can interfere if it interferes.

If you think about it in this theory, it is possible that Nenlikin can indeed be transplanted.

When I think about using my mind, Nenlikin activates and activates my mind. When Nenlikin gets tired of using too much mental energy, I can see that.

I send information to Nenlikin, and Nenlikin responds to it.

Nenrikin sent me information and I'm taking it.

In other words, mutual interference is made up. I can interfere with Nenlikin. You can remove nenlikin with your mind, or you can transplant nenlikin.

I get the theory. Let's give it a shot. This curiosity that can't be stopped.

Turn your consciousness to Nenlikin. I can see the splendid nenlikin that has grown uninterruptedly filling my body. How long did it take you to grow up here?

Of the end of that nenlikin, just a scratch. Grab that with your mind...... OK, I got it. Light. I never thought about grabbing Nenrikin with my mind, but if I wanted to do it, I'd be good with choro.

All right. Then cut this nenlikin a thousand...

"I said," Yeah, yeah!

He took his mind off Nenlikin without experiencing the intense pain of burning the depths of his brain, screaming and rolling around the floor. The pain immediately withdrew, but the heart burst and the blood drew from the entire body. Looks like he got cold water poured over his head that was getting excited and hot.

I found out what happened when my head got cold. Nenrikin is a muscle of mind. There was no way it didn't hurt to try to force the muscles out. If Nenlikin becomes mentally painful due to overuse of his mind, it is only natural that he is equipped with mental pain.

Damn, I'm alarmed. I knew it wasn't good knowledge. I'll talk to Mr. Kichigi after tomorrow morning.

Dawn, the next morning. By the time I got out of the bed in the guest bedroom, Mr. Tsuki had already finished his makeup and had read many foreign language newspapers on the dining room table. It's a light pink dress today. The column clock with the season shows eight o'clock. I don't know, it's getting slower and slower to sleep and wake up after I stopped going to the office.

When I told her about the seven falls last night while eating breakfast, Ms. Tsuki turned into trouble.

"I expected you to have pain, but not that far. Sorry, I can't think of a way to anesthetize Nenlikin."

Oh, my God, I can't do it either if there's no solution in Mr. Tsuki's head.

So what is it? After all, it hurts. Do you have to put up with it and pull the nenlikin and chop a thousand?

My face is distorted by fear, remembering the sorrowful pain that struck my soul last night. Do I have to endure the array to transplant it? I hate it too much.

"To tell you the truth, I was hoping I could be a magic girl today. But if that's the case, I can't help it. I can't let Sasuke hurt me. I'll think of another way."

Mr. Tachigi was very depressed for his kind opinion. My heart hurts. But if you pull a thousand nenlikins for a transplant, it's physically, not mentally painful.

I know exactly how Mr. Tsuki feels about wanting psychic powers. I empathize with you.

But don't get me wrong.

I can't help but want Mr. Tachigi to be a psychic!

No matter how long you wait, no matter how long you look, I'm the only psychic in the world. I can't talk to anyone! Always alone! You see that stifling voidness!

If Mr. Tsuki is going to be psychic, you're going to be happy! I'm happier than Mr. Takigi.

Fine, I won't do it. If the means to increase the number of psychics is rolling in front of you, let's just do it (trembling).

Mr. Tsuki sees me surprised when I lay down the ready to eat French bread and never get out of my chair and get ready to fall asleep on the floor.

"What? It's some ritual."

"but ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shit. Awwwwwwwwww! Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Yikes!?

Me screaming stuffy and rambling. Mr. Kichigi is about to fall out of his chair in surprise.

But look! No, don't you see? I did it. A little, but I took Nenlikin!

There was no pain in the wound that was so fucking painful that I felt like I was in danger for my life, but I was ready. I don't even feel like I got a scratch in the first place. It seems like the only time it hurts is when it's too much. It's nothing right now.

Looking at me, who was exhausted in an instant, but returned to the chair with a Doya face, Mr. Tsuki seemed to have guessed. I say it all the time.

"Um, thanks. But I didn't urge you to go away, did I? Such a painful scream... I, Sasuke, thought I would die...!

"Oh, was that awful? Well, don't worry about it. Let's go crispy. So, how do I transplant this?"

I'm not going to thank you for anything. 'Don't get me wrong. It's not for Mr. Tachigi. I did it for me' and I'm going to throw up a tundra-style dialogue... No, I just want to say that. I wouldn't have had a chance to say it if it wasn't for this kind of occasion.

"Okay. But let me say it again. Again, thank you. So it's a transplant method."

But Mr. Tsuki is right. He starts talking crisp and misses the opportunity to say it. You know what?

"Layer Nenlikin on me and stick with your mind."

"How did you say you stuck it?

"You were able to rip off your own nenlikin, weren't you? Sasuke should understand where Nenrikin is, at least sensibly. Look for the same part of my body and stick it there."

I see. If you ask me, I do know where to stick it somehow. Somehow, behind the body, in the back, in the shell, that's what it feels like. (laughs) Soul if you want to describe it cool.

Looks like it should go anyway.

Za, nenlikin transplantation.

Grasp each other's hands in front of your chest so you can pray with the tide on your cheeks and give Mr. Tsuki a quick nenlikin standing in front of me... No.

"Wait. You don't know exactly what happens when you transplant a nenlikin. Animal experiments first."

"Right. But don't you hate giving up the honors of the second psychic in the world to animals?

"Damn, I know so much!

Transplantation, start.

It's so easy. Here's this, here's this!

... Here's the thing?...... hmm? Am I wrong?

"Oh, no, I'm fine. All right, stick around, and... no. Just give me a minute. Just do some more, good work, okay, stick around, follow me, uh! It's peeled off! It's stuck! Knock it off...... or no!

"……… No?

"No, I'm going as far as it's a shame. It feels like I'm trying to tape it to a plate full of oil. It doesn't stick, but it peels off quickly. angry."

He struggled hard enough and managed to transplant Nenrikin to Mr. Takiki. But if you put it on for a second, it's going to peel off right away. It is not physically stuck, so it is perfectly fine to exercise intensely, but as soon as the mind is plundered, it will polo.

Explaining that, Mr. Tsuki said let's see how it goes for a while. Will it settle and stick naturally if I leave it at ease? Or does it need any more stimulation to settle completely? It is to be observed.

That hurts so much, I hope you succeed.

After the transplant, Mr. Tsuki loosened his cheeks and held him around his heart.

"If it works, now I'm a magic girl, too."

To your satisfaction, I'm sorry, but the transplant wasn't there. Wherever you ask, I'm in trouble.

While I was on follow-up, I officially discussed the location of the secret base of the secret society with Mr. Tsuki, who had me officially deputy secretary.

First of all, the Antarctic base I proposed was rejected. Because the traffic is too bad.

It is about 14,000 km away from Japan to Antarctica. Even my maximum mind travel speed Mach 10 is a little over an hour each way, two hours round trip. Considering it commuting time is acceptable even if it is somewhat inconvenient, but if you fly in the sky at Mach 10, you will stand out like an asshole with shock waves and explosions, and if you travel in the sea, you will generate a current, which is also noticeable. Given that daily necessities must also be transported regularly, Antarctica is too far away to be realistic.

Live in Antarctica first! My suggestion is that you can abandon the convenience of living in Japan? disappeared with one word from Mr. Tsuki that Antarctic living without convenience stores or mail order is certainly going to be disgusting within a month.

That's why the Antarctic Secret Base proposal is open until you acquire the psychic powers of such a system as instant travel or a door connecting spaces.

Mr. Tsuki-san also rejected the proposed magic castle hidden in Ichioshi's junction.

First of all, I can't use transparency. A mindfulness membrane that reflects light like a mirror can make it, but it is impossible to hide something as huge as a castle with a mirror trick.

Next, there are not enough building costs. Mr. Tsuki says his total assets are 1.5 billion. If you flip the land, building and interior bills, you can add my savings of 1.2 million, but you can afford it and it's over budget. I also thought about my mind building, but I'm not familiar with architecture. It seems like you can manage to make it look just like that, but something like that will be a pile of debris in one shot when the earthquake strikes.

Mr. Tsuki is a millionaire, but that's personal. It is not enough to cover the cost of building a large secret base.

Besides, even though it was a "secret" base in the first place, there was talk of what I was going to do when I ordered it from the builder without a body or lid. If I ordered from the vendor, the location and intervals would be morose.

The conclusion is to buy a building that is already there, turn it into some kind of company or store, and secretly base it. It was agreed that this would be realistic.

Often, a secret organization has its base in the basement of buildings and shops with the face of the table, but that wasn't just stylish, was it? There was a good reason.

If it's just me and Mr. Tsuki, we don't have to know, and we can't invite the members of the secret society who are going to increase their numbers to Tsuki's mansion in the future, so for now, with Mr. Tsuki's pocket money, Tokyo decided to buy an underground tavern facing a narrow street in the back from the main street of Kitachi residence in the Tsuki-ku, and use it as a base. It's the strength of Sasaki, who can pound 18 million in cash in bulk... When I told Sasaki to build more basements in an underground tavern with his mind, he said, "It's Sasaki's strength to say that, isn't it?" So we looked at each other.

The tavern plans to keep the CLOSED sign down at all times, make it a double door, lock it and allow only members of the secret society to enter and leave.

I was actually quite satisfied with the secret society base that lurked behind my society, but Mr. Tsuki seems a little unhappy. Well, not for women. We'll relocate one of these days.

The good news came a week after the transplant. Nenlikin settled on Mr. Tachigi and successfully activated his psychic powers. He woke up in the morning and somehow used his psychic powers and felt a unique sense of fatigue and growth pain! Definitely not just physical fatigue/muscle pain. Says Tsuki-san, "If you describe it in medium and secondary terms, it feels like your secret soul is staining out of its shell and creating a rough wave of chaos". It's like I heard it somewhere. It's like it's not!

I'm perfectly happy, but I couldn't let go.

Nenlikin transplantation does not seem to be a mental ability. Apparently, Nenlikin mutated during the process of transplanting and settling on Mr. Tsuki.

"It's like I can't use it that way to attract or push with my mind. I can use my psychic powers, but nothing seems to happen when I use them. I don't know if I'm talented..."

I encouraged Mr. Tsuki to drop his shoulder.

"Even I was 3g fucking miscellaneous fish minded at first. You're weaker than you realize. You'll grow up if you work out."

"Yes... right? It's true that I was able to become a psychic without the side effects of immediately surfacing."

Mr. Tsuki was telling himself, but the color of his anxiety doesn't clear up. Though I was wondering if there was enough encouragement, Mr. Tsuki said with a cute tilt on his neck.

"Sasuke, I think."

"Hmm?"

"Maybe a little too well. I've been thinking a lot about what happened when the transplant failed, and it went to waste. Isn't this the kind of thing that usually gets jammed with psychic powers storming out and hostile groups raiding?

... Huh. I wonder what you're going to say.

You're still blue, Mr. Tsuki.

If there's going to be such a painful, dynamic and heart-heating event, I wouldn't have had to imitate (half guile) creating a secret society with this kind of do-it-yourself.

"Remember, Mr. Tsuki. It's a world like this where nothing happens expecting such an interesting event. Events don't happen unless they happen."

"…… I see."

I was convinced it was smudging.

Not long after I woke up to my mind, I took my psychic data by whatever means I could think of, but Mr. Tsuki's data collection was different because he was only a millionaire of East University graduates.

I borrowed experimental equipment from my junior college lab to measure a variety of numbers professionally (the fact that it was a psychic test was well laid down), and had it medically examined with the equipment of a medical practitioner who was providing financial assistance. I was also told what I was verifying, but I was too specialized to be honest, I only knew about half of it.

In the course of those days of validation, as with my mental training, Mr. Takiki will also develop psychic abilities over and over again with psychic fatigue and psychic pain.

Then, little by little, I see signs of psychic powers.

Using his psychic powers, Mr. Tsuki seems to darken in front of him for just a moment, making him unable to move. The initial period seemed too short to perceive the darkness and inability to move.

What I'm not sure about is that even when I watch Mr. Tsuki use his powers, he doesn't seem to darken or stop Mr. Tsuki from moving. As of the third week after I woke up with psychic powers, I said that I would do so for about 0.5 seconds with my physical senses, so if I looked at it, I would know.

No way. 'I create the illusion that I can't see anything and move' psychic powers?

No, no, that's stupid. I can't believe the psychic powers that can only be such a vice...

... I'm afraid I can't say it's impossible. Psychic powers are not just convenient. It's not unnatural to wake up to evil abilities.

Mr. Tsuki was thinking with a difficult face for a few days, but one day at lunch he opened his eyes, blurring at the column clock announcing noon in an old tone.

Unwrap the watch, which looks expensive, and spit it out as soon as you wonder if it was in your mouth for some reason. And I looked at the column clock and the watch, and I nodded.

"What is it? You figured something out?

"Okay, my psychic powers are out of time. I'm the only one who can move in the time that stops."

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?

Oh, my God! Shh, wow! It's the most powerful psychic in the system! That's sloppy!

Mama Tsuki, I like that too!

"Trade me for my mind."

"I can't move during a time stop because my clothes and air stop, and the light stops, so I can't see anything in the dark?

"Ahhh."

I see. You know what?

If you ask me, it makes sense. That's what happens when you stop spending all your time but yourself.

I knew it was totally awesome... No, it's time to stop, wow... Yikes...? Wow, don't... wow...

…………

Looking forward to future growth! You have to work out a time stop, Mr. Tachigi!