At the end of the summer vacation, junior high school students enter the full-service exam season by saying goodbye to their ministry activities. Although it is often said that exams matter how much time you can spend on a summer vacation, you can't fool around with the fierce chase that starts in the late summer of the sportsmen who woke up from one summer dream.
FK (Freezing Night) and BG (Burning Girl) also have two names like comics, but it doesn't change that they are junior high school students. There are more topics for study in the class, do it. I studied for hours yesterday. However, I started attending school. I don't like the results of the test and the shadow of my vividly approaching exam.
It is my job to pinch the struggle against the darkness of the human world so that it will not breathe. Come on, students.
Now, Baba said that he had been immersed in Zhongshan Tech every morning, making blueprints and working on prototyping PSI drives.
Since Zhongshan Tech is in a relationship between Tianzhao and Zubuzubu, the seal of Tianzhao carved into the dog tag given to Baba works like an imprint of Mito Huangmen. Whether it's silver hair, elves, toddlers, or showing you a range of motion where your hands aren't human, you don't go in, but you work with me personally. Originally pulled from the seabed of rare metal and methane hydrates and the mysterious black box show the scattered suspicious. Zhongshan Tech employees seem to have a faint idea of who the psychics who worked in the super water polo case are, but they still keep their mouths shut wisely.
In fact, Zhongshan Tech is a fast-growing, up-and-coming venture that uses my rare metal methane hydrate supply as its heart. "We're partnering with psychics, right?" and so on, and if the supply stops, he dies instantly. There is no first betrayal of Zhongshan Tech. The young president is in love with Mr. Kichigi.
I drive Baba out of the Takahashi family every morning to send him to Zhongshan Tech and pick him up at Zhongshan Tech in the evening. Baba isn't even old enough to get lost, but he looks so he could be coached by the police if they let him walk the city during the day of the week. Also, my physical abilities are normal and I don't particularly master martial arts, so it would be nice if Lorikon and thugs attacked me in this Tokyo where I feel insecure due to the sudden increase in foreign tourists. Excellent circumstance judgment and super fast escape, so it won't suit me badly.
Baba doesn't have a family registry, so it would be a good idea to have Mr. Tsuki do something about it when he's back. I am just working out a cover story about a genius girl who is finishing her home country's compulsory education in the flying class with Marineland nationality.
Now, I'm going to see progress on the PSI drive with Baba's transfer, but this is quite interesting.
Baba quickly learned how to use the used machine tools that Zhongshan Tech had bought from the town factory, which was shrinking and going out of business. Fine machining in microns was carried out by hand, and I stunned the three best men in our factory by working in their fifties, who accidentally fit together for machine tool loading. Anyway, with fast, precise machining techniques, especially the delicate part, you think you are eliminating the hand shake caused by beating by pausing the heart? Even though I can't use magic, Baba still elves half a step past the human realm.
The PSI Drive, a platinum paranormal machine powered by psychic blood, consists of three engines, a frame, and fuel.
The engine section is made of platinum and is about the size of a single thumb with intricately carved grooves of fine parts that are precisely combined. It takes the form of reinforcing the pure platinum parts with the exoskeleton of the titanium alloy because when the platinum itself is alloyed and the strength is increased, the affinity with the superpower disappears. By feeding fuel into this engine section, the superpower is amplified and activated.
The frame is intended to protect and operate the engine section. Even cars don't work with engines and fuel alone. Tires, brakes, gear and handles. A mountain of auxiliary parts are required to utilize the engine.
Fuel is psychic blood, of course, but this needs to be refined.
The results of a simple experiment using Shota-kun's blood showed that it is not technically the psychic's blood that fuels the PSI drive, but the red blood cells, and that components such as white blood cells and platelets would rather get in the way. You think it's inefficient to stick blood in it and move it? Therefore, blood should be separately purified to produce a high concentration fuel mixed with preservative solution and red blood cells.
Since the red blood cells are the fuel on which they are based, after 100 days, which is the life of the red blood cells, the red blood cells die and become unusable as fuel. Keep the blood purified fuel cool and stored, and carry with the refrigerant if necessary. When used, the fuel turned red and black due to lack of oxygen is injected with oxygen to return to bright red and activated. into a PSI drive… The number of days after purification must also be managed and disposed of. Sounds tedious.
Baba completed the first prototype to be remembered in two weeks, a silver dagger-shaped PSI drive.
It just seemed like such a distorted internal structure to me that it didn't make sense, but the Baba gaze said it was a very simple structure, and that the amplification rate and power weren't a big deal? Titanium alloys used for frames and exoskeletons are substances that were not present in the Baba world, and I'm not sure how that affects them either. There is also the risk of failure and the worst outbursts.
It is a prototype to ascertain it.
An earlier size mini plastic bottle of pinky finger filled with fuel (flame) provided and refined by Langhua fitted into the dagger pattern, after two poor operation and minor renovations, for the third time.
At last, the PSI drive was activated while several researchers with fire extinguishers watched in the training room where the fire mats of Zhongshan Tech were laid.
"Whew!"
"Ooh!"
"Liar, no way really!?
The researchers raise their dismay and admiration at the flames blowing up from the dagger. I had my reasons heard, too, but I was actually surprised to see them. This means that you can use your psychic powers even if you're not practically psychic. Because red blood cells are used as fuel, it is also good that they are relatively easy to manage. Management is cumbersome if long-term storage is not effective, but it is automatically disabled after 100 days even if it is inadvertently lost. This would help prevent the spread of psychic powers.
Now it's just a dagger that lets out flames. But if I can lend my mind, the range of strategies and events will widen considerably. Dreams also spread greatly. Excellent. I definitely want Baba to work hard at this rate.
I told Baba I was putting out the dagger flames and waving like a fever.
"Congratulations on your success. Sorry to rush the story, but can you make a PSI drive with a design like a wand that comes out of a magic girl cartoon?
"Mm? I can make it though. What are you gonna do with that? Oh, for Langhua."
"No, for Mr. Tsuki."
"... hmm? Do eagles remember Japanese incorrectly? Magic girl, isn't that a young woman's favorite? You're a grown man, right? Doesn't it suit your taste?"
Baba is confused. Well, speaking of which, Mr. Tsuki went into quiet care early, so he still didn't have much contact with Baba?
"No problem. Because that's what he likes."
"Hmmm......?
"No?
"Oh, no, I don't mind. Big trees with weak branches are nothing but firewood. The brave must have their companions strong too. There's no difference in building a weapon in a tree."
Baba agreed to it, but he just kept giving me the dagger.
"Tell Shota to attack the demon king's men with this sword. It improves depending on its reaction."
"Yeah, okay."
That's right. That was important.
There's a barrier and it'll be fine.
It's a low-performance prototype, and I don't think it's going to matter.
I know full well the disappointment of reality. You can't damage me with a dagger like this.
Let Shota-kun take it easy to stab the darkness of the world.
"Grr!"
On the evening of the day I gave Shota-kun my dagger, I screamed alone at Tianyado, keeping my stomach down and squatting.
The moment Shota-kun stabbed the darkness of the human-shaped world with a dagger that put flames together in the underground sewer, the pain ran into my stomach, which I was comfortable with.
Hey! Pain is like a cuss compared to cutting a thousand nenlikins, but what hurts hurts.
When I rolled my shirt and looked at my belly, there was just a little bit of blood seeping through there. Immediately Ig reached out and heeled me, so I healed him completely instantly, but he was definitely injured.
I didn't hit or cut it somewhere. Definitely from the timing. Shota-kun's damage to the darkness of the world came to me.
"Ahhhh, damn it!
Stand up and scratch your head.
Oh, my God. You're not succeeding. Isn't that a great success? You're the Demon King. I am! He's got a mental barrier, but he's getting through the damage!
The helpfulness of the mental barrier is intense. I've never been of service to you before. Because the ripple damage didn't slip through my mind, it felt like it had penetrated me, so if I trained it, I could possibly be able to defend it, but it's pretty suspicious at a time when I'm being hit by a prototype dagger that's supposed to be a miscellaneous fish performance. What would have happened if this had been the sword of the brave man in the finished product?
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
It's already a mess. I don't like it.
Because it's a different world? Because it's cross-world technology? Can you penetrate my barrier to completely defend a dinosaur extinction class meteorite just because I made it out of technology from different worlds?
I'm kidding. Is there such an irrational story?
But it's happening in real life.
This is already……………………….
No.............................................................
However……………………………………………….
... Sorry Baba. No. This. I can't leave it on a boulder.
I know exactly what it's like to aspire to the unusual and burn your passion for the exorcism of the Demon King. At the age of 905, I earnestly respect your enthusiasm to be ready for immortality, to bid farewell to my homeland, and to step through a new challenge.
I want to make that dream come true if I can. I think so without falsehood. Anyway, it's been a grief for hundreds of years. It must be a lot deeper, heavier, and heavier than me or Mr. Tsuki, who hasn't lived in thirty years. I can't help but notice the mood.
But no. If you support Baba's dream, I could die. No matter how many dreamer seniors Baba, I can't even give you my life.
Ronalia Linaria Babanyan, from different worlds, made a former queen of the Alves and a mechanic. I'm sorry, but you have to turn to the match-pump rigger.