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

I dried my wet body with flames and I greeted the two of them back to Tianyado in exhaustion by brewing hot black coffee and silently welcoming them.

Langhua tells me how it was pompous, and I hear it without pinching my mouth at the top of the Buddha. Shota-kun sits neatly in the corner seat and becomes melted out ice. Let's take it easy. Whatever you say now will only be a chase.

Nor was it an atmosphere of study groups and training to come, and the two went home in heavy footsteps before dark.

I lock the store, pull it into my living space, play the home video I recovered from the scene, and think about it as I do my own reflection.

When I watch it again, Shota-kun's tension drops sharply around losing Ibe. Before the event, we used to talk a lot, but we haven't spoken a word since we got back to Tianyado until we got home. I'm not sure how it went down.

Is it usually dented, or... I don't think he's going to hang himself.

Imagine, I get scared. Around the age of running from extreme to extreme. He wears superpowers and beats me to the top, and it's not strange that I'm depressed until the end of the world arrives.

I was getting worried. I skipped my mind and chased Shota-kun on his way home. Looking for the broken boy, I caught him just walking into the home center.

You're not buying suicide rope!? I thought it was completely different. After wandering around the cosmetics corner, it was the red hair dye that was put in the basket.

What, you use it? Was anyone at the Takahashi house dyeing their hair in such a funky color? And confused, Shota-kun, who only bought the hair dye, leaves the home center and now goes into the fashion store. There, I bought a T-shirt with a flame on the black ground, and I also bought a whole bunch of lighters that were placed next to the cashier.

Even if I go this far, I guess somehow. If you shut up and wonder what you're thinking.

Shoutaku, who came home hanging a shopping bag, told the washroom straight away to change into the t-shirt she had just bought, and red dyed her hair with hair dye as she looked at the instructions.

The mirror looks like a cook two sick patient who is forced to make his flashy summer debut and continues to have a bad fashion where he can't pull off after slipping.

Shota-kun, however, lights the lighter, stares at the swinging light and is pleased.

Aita tata tata tata! Ouch, ooh, ooh, ooh! My soul hurts! Did I rip off Nenlikin!?

"This is the heart of the red fire… the truth."

Shut the fuck up! You're a flame capable man.

Shota-kun opened the dangerous door, it wasn't closed. It's half open. This.

I lifted the lighter's flame in front of the mirror like a holy fire and breathed a deep sigh into Shota-kun as he posed. This is how exquisite characters like the ones that appear in Lanobe and cartoons are born. I kind of get the feeling of the Führer of the evil organization that created the Phantom. When I tried to make a light reinforced human, it was more amazing than I thought, and I was like, "What the hell is wrong with you?" And I was like, "Yeah, do it. Do it. Do it! Like." Half the guilt, half the fun that has awakened me.

Would losing Ibe have been too much? Did giving him superpowers drive Shota-kun crazy, who was a normal boy?

... No, you don't.

Gold, power, muscles. Shota-kun would surely have been in good shape even if he had acquired a different kind of power. This time it just so happens that the power I got was superpowers. It's better to fail now that I can make jokes and memories than to fail when I grow up. Hmm.

All right. End of self-justification. Even parents cannot fully educate their children. I can't believe I'm someone else in red. I didn't make a big mistake, so be good!

The Takahashi family had an emergency family meeting at Shota-kun's sudden Yankee and Kitchen Disease that appeared at the dinner table.

I was impressed by Shoutaku, a little bit of "I woke up to the truth of fire", by Mother Takahashi, who thought her son was crazy and tried to stop messing around, and Father Takahashi, who thought that there was a time like this for everyone with a painful nostalgic and difficult face to describe. Parents, I'm sorry to be honest.

I decided to leave the Takahashi family alone for a while, and during the night I ran an icesteroid transplant experiment that was pulled a thousand times from Shota-kun. Shota-kun's awakening was too intense and I forgot for a while.

In conclusion, it was found impossible to re-transplant the icesteroid. The adhesion you feel when transplanting Nenlikin is completely lost. Even if it can be cut or finely chopped, it cannot be stuck together. Therefore, it is not possible to re-transplant.

The birth of the multi-most capable man, who stops and wields his mind when manipulating flames and ice, disappeared with dreams. It was a little unfortunate, but I also feel good about this. Because mindfulness alone is an excessive over-spec for people.

Dawn one night, the next morning.

Shota-kun was holding his right arm in the futon and roaring when he skipped his mind to ask what happened to the Takahashi family about the outcome of the family meeting.

I've been observing what it is for a while, but apparently the control of the freezing capacity is becoming unstable. I tried to confirm the condition of the icesteroid by touching it with my mind, but the scar that had been cut a thousand times was about to recover. Icesteroids occasionally cramp small, and each time they are overflowing with cold air. Apparently, the symptoms of the wound that is about to heal become itchy or uneven...

That's not gonna happen if I chop up Nenrikin, but is that because of years of control training? Or is it because I pulled a bottle of grass out of the continent and it is within the margin of error? Without thinking particularly deeply, I always cut off the icesteroids with the feeling of pulling a thousand of my nenlikins, but I may have cut many thousand of the poor icesteroids still in the early stages of growth.

Hmm, should I still have experimented more fully with animals? So far, I only know how easy it is to stick nenlikin according to the animals. I'll actually try to transplant it and cut it a thousand times, you should probably do that.

This time the icesteroid condition is still good. If you make a mistake, you may have completely lost control and Shota-kun may have become an ice statue.

As I reflected, Shota-kun brought out a bunch of winter hockey from Tans and wrapped it around his arm with a bandage. He holds his hand several times, checks his condition, and adjusts the position of the bandage and the hockey.

I see, clever. If you have a -10°C cold air, you can certainly offset it even if you have as many as ten hockeys and your abilities are a little rampant. Even though it is Tianzhao's policy to follow the daily routine, I didn't intend to blame you for resting all day. I'm glad Shota-kun is keen to maintain his routine. I've run from extreme to extreme, but you've given me proper reflection.

... It's just that it's you.

That, I don't know.

Shota-kun, come on, my right hand! Or something like that.

I think I'm going to say it so bad.

No, that's actually really the situation.

How far does Shota-kun care if it gets interesting? It was so normal. Where have you been? [M]

After attending school, Lantern Hua, who came into the classroom screaming at 50% more than usual, was about to cry lightly at first glance at Shoutaku, who had turned into a half and half of Kitchen II, a defect undergoing intensive gunfire with a strange gaze. I grab Shota-kun's collar and pull him to the dance floor on the stairs leading to the unpopular rooftop. And as he pushed the wall dong at the wall, he inquired early in the arrow succession.

"What's so good about that? Are you sure? You had a head injury? Are you okay? Read the scriptures?

"I don't need a sutra. I just know the truth about the world."

Lantern Hua was terribly surprised to hear Shota-kun's answer.

"What, you got it!?

"I don't understand."

"? You know the truth about the world, don't you?

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

"Okay, I got it!

"I don't understand."

…………

Ahhh! This unmeshed conversation.

I want to get into it so bad. If only Mr. Tsuki were here. No, I don't care how much Mr. Kichigi puzzles me.

"I'm not sure what it is, but you should stop doing that. You'll definitely be scolded for that hair, and you won't be allowed to wear colored T-shirts under your uniform."

"I didn't think you'd understand. True reason is hard. I wish my heart knew the truth about fire."

I was so warm to hear this guy say nasty things, but Langhua didn't see it that way. I let go of my wall-doned hand and looked at Shota-kun's cloudless eyes slightly apart and nodded as I was impressed.

"Yeah, I kind of figured it out. In other words, both Takahashi and Shota became seekers. You've raised your virtues."

It seems that Langhua decided that she had no problem hearing what she needed to hear. Shota-kun taps lightly on his shoulder and returns to the classroom. Shota-kun followed suit.

One day this day, Shota-kun was called to the post and the head teacher every time it was time off, scolded, interviewed, lit a lighter in the bathroom and stared at the fire, but his class attitude became serious and he didn't even try hard to get his notes and sleep.

The losing Ibe generally turned out well. But it was a day when Shota-kun was stuck that he was not coming back. I don't know.

Well.

I can't move on even if I'm always reflecting on losing Ibe.

Shota-kun's town. Through my right-hand case, I learned that I should know more about the Nenlikin transplant. We need experiments to do that. We need to actually transplant, observe, and strip.

Human experiments don't taste good on boulders. I am anxious to apply the results to humans as they are, even if I do mouse experiments. So I decided to experiment with monkeys between them. Observe the mutation process and results by searching the various wild monkeys around the world with your mind, transplanting and tracking Nenlikin. At the end of the day, the mutated psychogen group is stripped off and completely taken away while observing the condition. I was doing it in a movie saying that if you leave the newly empowered monkeys alone in the wild, they will drive humans away and rule the planet. Make sure it ends well.

I followed various herds of monkeys such as Nihonzar and Nisilorand Gorillas, transplanted Nenrikin and monitored them.

I gather information thoroughly and leave it to Mr. Takiki, who made a dignified return home as Duke of Marineland. By the way, Shota-kun was laughing at Shota-kun, who had changed his panther within only three days of seeing him. Well, either laugh or pull.

The monkeys mutated and settled Nenlikin without exception, but about 20% of them reacted as if they were aware that their psychic powers had arrived.

Ninety percent of those 20 percent were surprised by the strange power and never tried to use it again, and half of them, who weren't surprised, seemed interesting at first but quickly got bored. I became aware of my psychic powers and exercised them with interest and intermittence...... that is, only 1% of the total I worked out.

However, by implanting a large number of monkeys with nenlikin, observing the mutation process, touching it, and making sure that it was done, I deepened my sense of the tactile sensation of the psychogenic group. For example, Nenlikin appears to be a normal muscle when touched. The stop protein is mechanically pulsating with the catchy, burning glutamine habs and warm. Ice steroids look like well cooled tofu. Electroxin if it's razzled, speedopamine if it stretches like rubber, etc.

Furthermore, based on the tactile sensation that I have dictated, Takigi gave me a divided correlation correlation for each fine condition, so that I could make a huge guess of what kind of ability even a mutant psychogen group I had never touched before, as long as I knew the sensations I had touched.

It took less than two months to complete all the experiments, but thanks to that, the results were excellent.

It should also be noted that when pulling off without leaving a single piece of the monkey's psychic protogroup, the pain was done at once in an instant, but still the sad screams could not be suppressed, and the syncope was frequent. As a thank you at least for forcing me to go out with the experiment, I broke both hands and legs of poachers targeting monkeys of rare species and stuck them out to the police mechanism with evidence. At any rate, a second and third poacher will soon appear and it will not be a fundamental solution, but there is no doubt that there will be a moment of peace for the monkeys.

While thanking the monkeys for their sacrifice, we embarked on a search for the healing psychic, which will be absolutely necessary in the battle against the darkness of the world (...) to capitalize quickly on this achievement and intensify it in the future.