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

Since the super water polo incident, there have been more people in Tokyo.

Why.

Easy, because the battle between the super water polo and the mysterious black clothes group, live, set fire to occult maniacs' hearts around the world and started a major fire. Even I would have been so excited if I hadn't been on the machinist side of the match pump. You must have thrown everything out and investigated it, even if it was a blood eye. Haneda Airport International flights are full all day. Reservations are always full and empty seats are waiting in line, and extraordinary flights are flying.

The number of foreigners is constantly increasing throughout the city as if the Olympics had arrived a step early, hotels are full, reception adjustment is sobering, police officers are busy looking around in traffic organizing and dealing with skirmishes. With a huge collection of interpreters and many people coming to Tokyo to visit, Tokyo is screaming delightfully at the good economy that has sprung up from its descent.

Well.

Naturally, with more people, there are fewer unpopular places. Especially the kind of people investigating giant black monster birds flying from the super water polo incident and the warehouse streets along the coast of Tokyo Bay only show up in unpopular places. I'm looking for a psychic like a rare beast hunter. A rare view of the day and night wandering around with dubious tattooed, light-black skinned men and a group of flashy hair-haired expats with crystal balls and canes.

Shota-kun and Langhua cannot be sacrificed by the hunters, but I deliberately offered the topic by showing them the darkness of the world.

It is a mistake not to let them grasp conclusive evidence while offering the topic. Appear at the corner and disappear before setting up the camera. The camera fails even if the video is bogged down with a strange fog or if the shooting succeeds. That's how I stir up curiosity. And at the same time, rumors spread that he was attacked by a black water monster, that a friend was eaten.

There are other things you can do to write online, and that's the collection of mankind's evil minds, the darkness of the world, or actually it's made of oil and it explodes when you get close to the fire, or you weave the truth into confusing information and you don't know what's true.

It is true that the darkness of the world is witnessed.

Being attacked is a lie.

But those two truths that flowed in the same period mix in, making them both misconstrue that they are true. Of about 80,000 missing persons per year in Japan, between 1000 and 2000 end up undiscovered. Some of them feed on the darkness of the world.

Eventually, the false truth of "the darkness of the world is attacking people" becomes pervasive. Besides, no matter how much I look into it, I'm destined to be treated like an occult sooner or later, especially since the police won't give me any physical evidence when they put it on their back.

The urban legend plan proposed by Mr. Tsuki employs trustworthy people to spread rumors and is well under way. This urban legend will go a long way towards making the world's darkness victims without making the world's darkness victims.

Speaking of the darkness of the world, we upgraded after the super water polo incident.

Specifically, it changed from a slightly indefinite shape to an uppermost human form.

It was humans who beat up the violent existence of super water polo. That leads to an unconscious change in perception that humans are more powerful than obsessed monsters.

As a result, the darkness of the world, which was amorphous, began to mimic the human form. Because that is what humans think of as a symbol of violence.

… is the superficial setting. Actually, to avoid mannering the battle. No creature fights more diverse ways than humans. There is as much fighting law as there is. So in order to prepare diverse means of attack, battle situations, the human form is more convenient.

When we get used to busting out the existence of human shapes, we have no hesitation in attacking humans themselves, and we do still fear that morals will be destroyed.

but Shota-kun and Langhua, who finished their human graduation exams, are growing spiritually and it is believed that moral breaks will not occur where they have now beaten the existence that mimics people.

The two of them have come to possess so much firm will.

But no matter how firm the will, that's not going to improve your academic achievement. If you don't study, you won't gain more knowledge. Shota-kun and Langhua, who became junior high school students, do a preview review every day, and are sometimes taught the part that Tsuki doesn't understand. Shouta-kun has a good terrain anyway, so if you study properly, you can understand without having to teach someone, but there is a verse that pretends that you don't know because you really want Shinoki to take care of it. And Mr. Tachigi seems to be teaching it as he perceives it. Shoutaku was silently loaned a porn book disguised as a reference book. Of big tits stuff. Shota-kun guessed the silent blindfold that it was a nightmare for a woman.

What do you say, Mr. Tsuki, Lantern Hua? This is eye to eye!

Almost every day I looked like such an asshole ran past, and the summer vacation for junior high school students arrived.

Using the super water polo case, Taki-san's feeding into the government, police and media and creating connections are also becoming a paragraph, and it was about time we joined the new constituents.

That day, I prepared the darkness of the world for the refreshments of two tired people on the mock. Of course, it is a place where it has been confirmed that there are no people around it and that no surveillance cameras have been set up. It seems that Langhua is better to photograph at home than the world's darkness exorcism, and Shoutaku will be the only one out there.

Shota-kun stands and stumbles magnificently in the concrete overpowered room of the abandoned building where the demolition has been decided and the blue seat has been sprayed, confronting the darkness of the two worlds, the most stable - the catana dust of ice at 200°C. When the battle is over, re-cool -200°C to 0°C (which is substantial heating), throw it on the floor and crush it to pieces. Shota-kun had a refreshing look after sweating and finishing up to post-processing. Mm-hmm. Until the two of you get into high school, I want to put out the darkness of the world as a relief from stress in such a good way.

Was it because I was thinking about such a null thing?

I didn't realize that a young girl looked round at Shota-kun's battle from beyond the broken door of the abandoned building.

Stunning. Stupid. We have confirmed that there is no one in the abandoned building. He also monitored windows and entrances and exits to prevent new people from coming in. I also checked out places where people could hide.

Why is the toddler here? Have you even traveled momentarily from somewhere? There's no way. So you missed it?

No way.

There's no reason to miss it.

There shouldn't be.

No, right?

Don't you?

Like there was.

There could have been.

... I'm losing confidence.

The toddler ran over to Shoutaku screaming words she was not sure how excited she looked, and she didn't even look at the bad style that made her red hair squirm with silver accessories and waved.

Is she white... or is she knitting three long silver hair? No, I'm knitting four. She looks about 9 or 10 years old. Beautiful dark green eyes, white clothes with no decorations. He looks mysteriously neat, likely even in a fantasy movie. Why do you feel more elegant and beautiful than cute at your age... because of your ears?

Yes, the young girl had unusual ears. Those long ears are pointy as an elf.

"Rea yo au verbra? M 'i te heequn f o Alvse, Lonalia Linalia Vava - Nyan!"

"What? What? Uh, Excuse-me? So, no, uh, Pleas, Speak, Japanese?

I don't like the language you're messing with. It doesn't look like it's English for now. Shota-kun is suddenly pushed by behavioral suspicion, like a junior high school student who was suddenly spoken to and kidded by foreigners.

But why is there such a girl here? No, it's not uncommon in Tokyo these days to have an elf-like kid. Even yesterday, a skeleton, galloping, reapers-like man (from Wisconsin, USA, Charles Smith, 32) wandered around the alley with a sickle in his worn black clothes and was caught by the police for violating gun knife and drug control laws. Now in Tokyo, freaks and odd people from around the world are gathered attracted by the Paranormal Big Case. There are people who look like reapers, so there are also elf-like kids. That's good.

Problem is, you slipped through my surveillance and you showed up here.

But...... hmm. My memory grew suspicious early. I don't know if anyone's been checking in lately, but he's such a little girl that he may have missed some narrow gap. No way, I try to stretch my mind to a young girl, but I don't have the feeling of a psychic protogroup. It doesn't look like a wild psychic I don't know snuck in with psychic powers. When that happens, it slips away when you hide my surveillance.

I don't know, I was relaxed. If this were a police officer, it would be a fuss. I don't know. I'm glad she looks like a foreigner. Let's just think about it. There is nothing but children's delusions when young girls claim to be ice users fighting the darkness of the world.

While I was convinced by one person, Shota-kun, who was troubled by the young girl, had decided to bring her to Tianyado. Seems like he decided it would be worse to keep it with the police, albeit a young girl, than he was witnessed. Shota-kun was brought to Tianyado after witnessing Langhua's scene to observe from the soliloquy he had said when the excited young lady touched him and cut him weakly. He was to join Tianzhao. He thought he should respond in the same way, in light of his own experience, than he had been suppressed from the scene even when he was a young girl. Excellent. I know what I learn from experience. However, when Shota-kun was there, Lam Hua forgot to contact Mr. Tsuki in advance.

I'd like to bring him in, but I'll get back to you. Shouta-kun hasn't even made it.

While Shota-kun pulls the toddler's hand and heads to Tianyado, he puts in a phone call to Mr. Tochigi at work. When I told her about the situation, she told me that it was a sudden story but she laughed and went to Tianyado to see how it was going. I've slipped through my mind surveillance of what kind of hand I used, a foreign elf cosplay toddler who seems to be a psychic hunter because of her excitement. Competent, promising and enthusiastic in the future. Complete the background check and you will be well qualified to participate in Tianzhao.

But what is it? I'm a little worried that the average age of Tianzhao will drop too much when I join this toddler, all young at 24 (Tsuki) ,25 (Sasuke) ,15 (Langhua) ,15 (Shoutai) ,10 (Ig) ,9 (presumed toddler girl). I can't have Heavenly Lights becoming like a youth circle. I'm quick, but let's push for a lot of silver Osama subscription after we let the toddler join. Mr. Tsuki and I are about to start another final candidate showdown.

On the road, Shota-kun grasped each other's names when he couldn't understand the words. Even if you have a wall of words, it's easy because if it's just your name, you just point to yourself and repeat your name.

Soon as you remember things well, the toddler becomes fluent in calling them "Yikes."

Shota-kun was even confused by the young girl pointing at herself and calling out "Baba".

Baba. This kid, don't you remember the Japanese weird way? Are you okay? Who is it? Japanese for "woman" is "baba". The guy who blew it into this kid. It fits, but it doesn't. I don't know your real name.

For some reason, every time I saw a different woman, my face turned bright red and I wanted a branch of a street tree. Shota-kun (tentatively) folded a bottle and gave it to me. Shota-kun safely escorted her to Tianyado as soon as Mr. Tochigi arrived.

Enjoying afternoon tea, Mr. Tsuki listens softly with a body that knows nothing. Ig is asking about Baba from above my head.

"Oh, sweetie. I wonder what's wrong."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tsukiki. They saw the scene of the battle. I didn't know what to do, so I brought him here."

"Mmm, that's a good decision. But it would have been better if you had contacted me in advance."

"Oh well, I should have. So, she's this girl."

"Wos ih siht maown?"

"I have no idea what you're saying."

Shota-kun looked at Mr. Kichigi with interest as he pulled his sleeve and slapped Baba on the shoulder saying something and looked weak.

Mr. Tsuki said, "Leave it to me, put the teacup down, kneel slowly in front of Baba, gaze at her, smile slowly and start speaking in many different languages." She was a decent baba at first, but soon she starts to tingle her ears and eagerly listen (she seems to be someone who can move her ears). but I get it! There is no targeted response at all.

Mr. Tochigi, who had been talking to him for a while, eventually stood up in a breeze such as a lift.

"This girl is probably speaking the Pidgin Creole language."

"What?"

Shota-kun, who looks like he heard alien language, has his index finger up and puts his hand on his hips, and begins explaining it in her sister's pose.

"Simply put, it's a minor hybrid language that's not in the dictionary. When the United States and China trade, for example, a unique dialectic language mixed with English and Chinese emerges in the bustling port streets. This English and Chinese children's language is Pidgin language. When Pidgin is settled and used as its native language, it changes its name to Creole. Together, these two are called the Pidgin Creole languages."

"Oh, yeah... knowledge that doesn't seem useful for the rest of my life"

"It's useful now, isn't it? I think this kid speaks a mix of minor and minor languages, Pidgin Creole. I master greetings in roughly 800 languages in order of my large speaking population. You don't react to any of that, so I'm pretty sure that's the first thing."

I see. Boulder East University. Knowledge. I snort deep inside convinced. I mean, he's a kid from some distant little country. Seems like a hassle to solicit from Heavenly Lights if you don't understand the language. Well, I think Mr. Tsuki can do something about it. (Otherwise, I want to apply)

Shota-kun said in horror as he looked unspeakably at Baba, who was playing with a hug that stopped at his feet.

"Uh, you know... I, uh, I think it's this kid elf. Long ears."

Me and Mr. Tsuki looked at each other unexpectedly and burst into laughter.

Elves.

Elf!

I'm so glad I had a dream!

But, unfortunately, there is no elf in this world.

This fucking reality is full of fraud and lying fantasies. A con man pretending to be a psychic, a holla blower claiming to be able to use magic, I believed I was a demon. It's so awesome. If you count it, I don't have any kiri. Both me and Mr. Tsuki have had the experience of calling themselves that: trying to find the real thing out of fantasy. Now it will be real, expecting me to be real over and over again, and each time I have been betrayed.

I wonder how much fun it would be if the elves were real. But believe me carelessly, I don't want to hurt you again.

No matter how fantasy-looking, I suspect it's fake until decisive evidence emerges. This is the trick to survive this fucking reality successfully.

Baba looks like an elf, but it's all explained by real reason.

Words are weird because they are speakers of super minor languages.

Long ears are a subspecies of Fukuya or plastic surgery like Mr. Tsuki's.

The only thing that makes my ears move is when I'm in that physical shape.

Green eyes are dye abnormal.

Silver hair is dyed.

It's some kind of picture book or animated influence that wants to insert branches into your hair.

Being in the abandoned building was a secret adventure to the lost or the guardian.

There is no part of it that can't be explained unless it is fantasy. I mean, I'm not a fantasy being. It's not an elf.

"Heh heh, that would be funny if you were an elf"

"Oh, Mr. Tsuki, you're not serious. I have superpowers, the darkness of the world, and secret societies. It's not weird to have an elf!

It's crazy.

Still, it's me and Mr. Tsuki's saga that makes me want to bet on a wish. Mr. Tachigi put in a gesture to say no, then got a bottle of Baba's hair, and went home to ask Todai's junior college for a DNA test. If Baba really is an elf (laughs), then there must be a different result from humans. I asked for an analysis today, and it's a week later that I get the results. Let's not expect it then.

Baba wore nothing but clothes and shoes, and those clothes and shoes were unfamiliar designs without any marks, symbols, etc. from which manufacturer they belonged. And I don't know how many words I speak, so I can't even find out where Baba's house is and where her parents are. Even if the phone number entry screen and map screen of the smartphone were given in front of me, it was decent.

Now I can't send it under my parents who would be looking for my daughter by now. Then I have a bit of a problem. Even if we identify ourselves and solicit them to Heavenly Lights, what will we do with Baba until then?

If you don't understand the language, you can't even talk about psychic powers. So I tried to leave it with the police for the first time, but Baba refused to do so. I swung a refreshingly incomprehensible hot valve at the cop, clinging to Shota-kun's arm and staying with Teko. The policeman laughed bitterly and said that if Shota-kun and Shota-kun's parents were good, they could stay at the Takahashi family. I thought it belonged to Baba at the police station, so as soon as the search report was issued, the police contacted the Takahashi family.

Though it is difficult to keep one person, the Takahashi family seems to be Yuruyul, and Baba, the mysterious silver-haired four-woven elf ear young girl, lived in the Takahashi family in a very welcoming state.

It wasn't a particularly unnatural flow, but it's kind of interesting to have a lanobe flow of picking up a young girl and letting her live all the time. Shota-kun's main attribute seems to be alive and well. I'll do it, you! I would have liked you to divide that main character, if possible, for a little while to my uncle's adolescence...

Then, during the week leading up to the DNA analysis, I searched my mind to find out Baba's identity and background, but unexpectedly I couldn't find a clue at all. Mr. Tsuki also hired multiple detectives to investigate, but even zero sightings before meeting Shota-kun despite his rather prominent appearance.

It is a mystery. A mysterious young lady. It's so mysterious that it could really be an elf and have the faint expectation that it came with metastatic magic or something. Stop, stop, stop...! That's how you break my heart again! Like Mrs Malik. It was a quote lie that made me expect it to be scattered - or something, and I'll be pretty good. You'll be brainless. So somehow stop pretending to be jolly!

Besides circumstantial evidence, Baba's heresy stirred up a sense of anticipation in response.

Of all the meals served at the Takahashi family, I guess it's because I'm a vegetarian who only eats vegetables and fruit, and I'm interested in TV and radio because I'm from a developing country where appliances aren't pervasive, but Baba's highly over-reasonable learning of fury is unexplainable.

What a bunch of children's picture books that were stuck in the back of the Takahashi family, as well as Japanese folk songs, J-POPs, and general menstruation that Mello's lamp Hua would pass through and teach a pretty girl, Baba was rapidly remembering Japanese. If that's all, it's still a genius child, but Baba is moving her right and left eyes separately and reading two books simultaneously, while moving her right and left ears irregularly and listening to the sound of radio and television at the same time. Modestly, it's disgusting, and it's not human. It may be the rebirth of the Holy Prince, not the elf. Langhua was excited about the rebirth theory of the great royal family, who was keen to introduce Buddhism into Japan.

Well, that's how the day came for DNA analysis results.

We all gather in Tianyandoors, each with coffee, tea and fruit juice surrounding the table and chatting, waiting for the results.

Shota-kun's. No. Can you use magic? To the abrupt question, Baba followed as she held the glass with both hands, planking her legs that could not reach the floor.

"Mahou's, for power's sake... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, I don't have it. Maho, no."

"Well, there's no magic in this world, but there's no magic, so you can't use magic."

"Yes, it is."

Baba nodded contentedly as Mr. Tsuki showed him the adorable picture he deformed with a ballpoint pen on the blank surface behind the magazine.

Idiot, you baba, don't try to make me laugh. I remember tremendous magic, but I've heard phrases 5,000 trillion times that I can't use it because I don't have magic. You suck at deception. Shit.

That's right! You don't have magic! The truth is, I can use awesome magic. Nah! Huh! I don't have a choice! There's no magic, as long as there's magic!

... Let's not go into depth on this matter for you. Because that's the time of year for everyone. Pathetically, I didn't expect to suffer from Kitchen II disease from such a small age.

Shota-kun, an active victim, snorted so much, but everything else was very common. Mr. Tsuki's phone rings like it breaks that subtle air. Finally, it's time to announce the results. It's okay. I'm afraid I have some cakes for the party.

Mr. Tsuki reviewed the text displayed on his smartphone five or six times lightly and said in a trembling voice.

"We've got DNA analysis. Baba and I have a zero percent DNA match."

All the people on the spot lost their words.

Zero, zero? Not 100% or 10%, zero? Even chimpanzees are more than 90% consistent, but zero? So what is it? Baba, are you telling me you're a catfish or something?

No way, so at least I'm going to try the nenlikin transplant I was going to stop until I know who Baba is.

The result is, Ska. It was scurvy that trying to transplant it into stone was still more affordable.

Impossible. This feeling is impossible in a human being.

Then, then. Hard to believe, but all the clues show one obvious fact.

Baba, no, you baba. You're not human!?