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

He was Detective Kumano, who sheltered Shota-kun, who had fought with the darkness of the world, but couldn't attack him. I mean, I didn't let him cut the offense.

"Ha!

It sounds like a beast and punches in the palm bottom, but it doesn't work in the darkness of the world. Even if it cramps for a moment, he tries to eat Detective Kumano's neck a thousand times with his arm turned into a crocodile jaw as if nothing had happened (pretend). Detective Kumano cuts it off with a piece of paper and puts the counter's head in, but it still doesn't work.

Apparently from the sensation received, the impact of the visceral destruction system penetrates the interior. But there's no guts in the darkness of the world.

The first few shots are ordinary blows, from which the unknown opponent feels the style of a history of warfare exploring an effective attack without being frightened, around one after the other switching between an unusual slash-flavored foot knife, restraint by a belt or suit of trousers, a surface breaking system blow, a visceral breaking system blow. If the darkness of the human-shaped world were truly human, it would have already been defeated thirty times. Strong. Mr. Bear strong.

When Detective Kumano, who saw the gut destruction as ineffective, began a penetrating attack that punctuated the darkness of the world with a penetrating hand, Shota-kun Kowakami woke up with his mind pulling his sleeve plain and touching his cheeks.

It's too late, Shota-kun! I was waiting for you to wake up! We're pushing the clock, so fight with us! And let the bond sprout in the struggle! (Mandatory)

Shota-kun jumped as soon as he woke up and captured the darkness of the world, jumping out in front of Detective Kumano and unleashing an absolute freeze on Eternal Force Blizzard. You like first-hand special moves. No, most guys can take it down with that, so I think you're right.

but this time, I need you to work with Detective Kumano to foster a bond between your position and beyond your age. Unfortunately, I won't fall.

That's why yes split.

Crush and thaw and rebuild the darkness of a world frozen and stationary in the gucci with your mind. Divided into two bodies, each attacked by Shota-kun and Detective Kumano.

"Hey we split!?

"Shut up, you usually stop at me! No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. A superior individual!

The two, sandwiched by the darkness of a divided world, back-to-back with nature and intercepted. Shota-kun quickly kicks up the bag that was falling and grabs out the pet bottle, punches the water inside and freezes it and creates a spear.

Detective Kumano asked, staring at his enemies as he kicked sharply and heavily into the darkness of the world with an axe-faced losing spinning kick.

"How do I take him down? Does that only work with superpowers?

"No, there's a nucleus somewhere in my body. If you stare, you can see through your skin."

"…… there it is, that one!

"I don't care how you crush that. Like this!

Shota-kun froze the lower body of the world's darkness and speared through the stone nucleus of his head.

At that moment, the darkness of the world that Detective Kumano was relative to fell back, shuddering.

Then I wonder what it means!

Didn't the darkness of the world that Shota-kun was supposed to have defeated let the nucleus regenerate, rise, and move again!

The darkness of the two worlds takes the same stance on mirroring. Detective Kumano said in confusion.

"Uh, like what? We've regenerated."

"That's stupid. Immortal?"

That's stupid. I am not immortal.

I have a tip for you.

Divided.

Strange behavior of one crack before resurrection.

Same arrangement.

There you go! Battle comics and stuff like that are common in games! Think!

"The body that made this strange move must have let it regenerate. Mmm!"

Detective Kumano's forward kick captures the nucleus accurately and crushes it.

Moments later, the darkness of the world that Shota-kun was relative to fell back, shuddering.

Then I wonder what it means!

Didn't the darkness of the world that Detective Kumano was supposed to have defeated let the nucleus regenerate, get up, and move again!

The darkness of the two worlds takes the same stance on mirroring.

Sorry about the re-baking. Detective Kumano, what a shame. It's a misanswer.

Seeing the darkness of the world, which had the exact same resurrection motion just because its standing had changed, Shota-kun cried out as he froze the crocodile jaw of the darkness of the world and poked it with the stone clash of his spear and crushed it.

"Okay, we have to take them down at the same time!

Yes Shota-kun is correct.

Number of enemies is two.

Two for ourselves.

You know what I mean later?

"Old man, fit in!

"Don't screw it up. I count to three."

A young psychic with an ice spear on one side.

A magnificent fighter with one fist.

It's like they're supposed to be different, but they didn't talk much and they got through. Drop your hips and breathe together at the same time as your back. It's supposed to be a sight as directed as expected, but my chest gets hot unconsciously watching it. Nice, like this.

"Shit."

"of"

"" Ginseng!

Detective Kumano crushed the dark nucleus of the flying world with his forged fist and Shota-kun with a supernormal ice spear at the same time.

The darkness of the world splashes and becomes just water and cracked stone corn. The two men took the wreckage in front of them without alarm, making sure that there was no sign of the resurrection or the third body, and then finally solved the arrangement.

"The water monster. The darkness of the world, huh? What does that have to do with super water polo?

"Sort of. Oh, I'll get back to you, but give me back the chocolate ciga and the lighter. I'll say it again, because it's a pastry. Look closely. Ingredient labeling."

"…… oh, sure. That's a confusing package. I'm sorry."

It seems that trust has sprung up between the two of them, as we see it, after the experience of helping each other and working together to defeat the monster. Shota-kun's suggestion led the two of them to go to Tianyado, not the police station. I overdid the steeple first, but somehow I overdid twenty minutes.

Detective Yasui had no intrusion, but I wondered what was going on. When I checked with Baba, he just quit crying and looked far away and said, "He's crazy!" I almost ran out and ran away screaming with joy. Detective Gesui is throwing up a tired sigh and dropping it off. They did a good job. Baba has good ears. He must have listened to footsteps and talk and read the situation.

Mr. Tochigi cut up the pageant and moved to Tianyado to explain to Detective Kumano, but refused.

This time it will take the form of interrupting Mr. Tachigi's pageant to avoid Shota-kun's visit to the cabin. Mr. Tsuki says it's okay because he didn't originally intend to take it, but it's not a good idea to be too sweet for his taste.

Well, if Mr. Tsuki says he wants to get married, the fringe will push over like a tsunami. It's no big deal to miss a pageant once or twice... is that really true?

What if one or two of those opponents were destined people? Don't you get alarmed that you can get married at any time and miss your wedding while you're passionate about secret society activities?

Let us not forget the five articles of the secret society, "Do not let the constituents lead a dual life between everyday and extraordinary life". What is the value of the extraordinary obtained by abandoning everyday life? When you immerse yourself in the unusual and forget the everyday, you get used to the unusual and only when it becomes the everyday.

That's why I can't. The secret society activities are crazy and fun. But don't sacrifice your routine for that. It's not good to sit in the middle of a pageant, but it sucks to soak it up.

Convinced that way, Mr. Tsuki convinced me. I apologized for being seated in the matchmaker, and I refused to talk to him, but I promised him that I would end up putting mud on the face of the matchmaker with my parents who introduced me.

Mm-hmm. That's fine. Even with me, I want to use this as an opportunity to get in touch with a reluctant bear. I miss being disguised as an oligarchy.

Eventually Shota-kun brought Detective Kumano to Tianyado. At Shota-kun's request, he used Ig's healing to heal Detective Kumano's frostbite and bruise.

Shota-kun mysteriously revealed to Detective Kumano about the world's darkness and heavenly lighting, then exchanged contacts with Detective Kumano and went home before he was late for dinner at the Takahashi family. Ig also wanted to play with Shota-kun, so we put him out for a night out together.

Detective Kumano, left alone and sitting at the counter in wonder, glanced at the wall clock and said quietly.

"Bowmore, on rock"

The time is already night. It's adult time.

I nod silently, half-rotating the shelves on the back of the counter lined with empty liquor bottles. The lineup on the back is the same as the table, but it contains the contents. It is a full Sunday carpenter gimmick designed and produced over the course of a week.

Lock out your order of whiskey to Detective Kumano, who is raising an eyebrow and looking interesting. Ice is processed in front of Detective Kumano with a special ice mold (a mold that processes ice) made from an ice maker. Sphere it. Detective Kumano leaked his admiration at the ice as he was caught in a mold and reshaped. Hey.

Mr. Tsuki only drinks basic wine when he comes to Tianyado as a guest, so the ice mold he bought after offering 128,000 yen has never appeared before, but he is finally out. I'm still young and lacking the atmosphere of being the master of the bar. Cover it there with these props and performances.

Detective Kumano, who has whiskey in his mouth and stares at the glass of ice, is reluctant. I feel like I'm floating in contrast because I'm losing. You should be the master now. That would be perfect.

"Takahashi, you've been working hard."

Detective Kumano spoke pompously.

"That blow that froze the darkness of the world. I would have lost if I had used that one. He was trying to stop me from killing him."

I switched on the old record player instead of the gavel and put the needle on the disc. Sleepy jazz begins to flow in the store.

"Takahashi, you're waking up to your psychic powers and saying it's only been a year and a half. It's shorter if you count it after you start fighting. You know what I mean, Master? My forty years of drilling lost his year and a half...... vodka martini in a shake"

Detective Kumano emptied the glass and placed his next order. While preparing the glass and ice, Detective Kumano continued with a clear look of anger.

"I don't like chickens. It was my dream since I was a kid to beat the crap out of a bastard with his bare hands who used that kind of lying odor power. I wanted to prove it. They say humans can do it only with human power. That's what it is, a chunk of talent. It's a real loss to a kid who's only trained for a year and a half, and to the darkness of the world. What was my effort? It's cowardly, the psychic."

I'm starting to get drunk or I'm going to poke straight at the pain. When they say that, it doesn't even sound like gu.

I've been training my mind for 11 years, but people don't spend their whole lives training to die crazy enough to break the stars. I guess it looks even more unreasonable for a fighter like Detective Kumano who has spent years working out his mind moves.

Detective Kumano immediately emptied the cocktail he served. He wants to drink badly now.

Well, there are days like that. Let's go out tonight, shall we?

"With that cowardly power he protects people from the darkness of the world. Would you appreciate it there?"

"I know that!

All of a sudden Detective Kumano screamed, not telling him not to pinch his extra mouth. He picks up the glass from me in surprise and exposes the asshole face, and he snatches it at once. My face is already red. That's what happens if you drink up a lot of alcohol to keep standing up.

"Even the police! I'm keeping the peace in Japan! Tips, tricks, tricks, every day! You can't fight the enemies of the world, human-sea tactical tunnel listening to the cold, running around the city all night without a clue. What a crush. We always move after the incident. It's too late. It's too late, that's all we can do, because Japan is a country governed by the rule of law. Still do it, do it, somebody's got to do it. That's why the police do it. I'll do it. We'll do it."

I was barometrically pressured by words that spit blood. There was the weight of those who had kept the peace, which I would never gain from not leaving the field of play.

"Ah, Heavenly Lights must be keeping peace from the darkness of the world, it's a fine thing. A few elite, uninhabited secret societies fighting monsters? Shit, don't you look good. But hey, we've been protecting you for a long time, we keep protecting you! Huh? You see? You see this difference?

Let the police do it.

Let me do it.

The police for that, I suppose.

That's why I became a cop!

You idiot, what are you going to do when the police are helped by a child? How can you be helpless at a time like this? I'm an officer. I'm a cop... you idiot... "

Detective Kumano stares into the glass and leaks unspoken words. The outburst calms down for a moment, with deep sorrow. My heart hurts.

"Well, drink. Tonight's a luxury."

This is a tavern. There is one way to heal your heart. I serve a palatable, less frequent cocktail. Detective Kumano receives it with his fluttering hands and starts drinking the chicken. Seems calm enough to spit it out once.

"Hey Master, listen to me. Listen to me."

"Yeah, I could ask."

Then I hung out until morning with Detective Kumano, who exhales his sentiments of years with his breath of alcohol and smell.

It looks like a liquor store at all, I had a good time exhausting myself in Master Pledge.

♯

"Speaking of which,"

A few days after the pageant. Tachigi called Babanyan into the mansion's own room to show off his accumulated Kitchen II Paranoia paper, and then interviewed him about the magic of the other world. A pile of materials and a whiteboard full of writing are placed on the antique round table surrounded by the two of them, and Bavagnan is entertained with orange juice and fruit punches.

Babanyan tilted his head when a lecture on the rise of the Demon King's Absolute Killing Weapon (Platinum Weapon in the Babanyan World) and the beginning of the Demon King's Decline came to a paragraph.

"Is Sapporo's defense invincible?

"... how could you do that?

"No, it's just a matter of interest. He seems to be better at attacking than the demon kings of the Washi world, but I was wondering about defense."

Saying so, Babanyan eats only Sacramento with white balls and jelly from his fruit punch and loosens his cheeks.

"Mm-hmm, yeah."

There was nothing strange about the flow of the conversation, and Babanyan was at ease, but the alarm rang slightly in the corner of the head of the tree.

Sasaki hasn't seen a series of streams where Sasako unraveled a match-pump on Bavagnan, making him exasperate and reconcile. I just listened.

That's why I was caught. Is it so easy to sublimate hatred from the dream-trapped anger you've held for hundreds of years?

Tochigi finds and understands himself, and trusts Shota Takahashi in his patron's eyes. If the patron says Babanyan is convinced, I guess so.

But the suspicious part of the tree whispers. No matter who he is, he said he made a mistake and made a mistake.

How can we deny the possibility that Bavagnan is still deeply hating his support and putting in an exploration to ensure his murder?

Babavanyan, who eats only fruit-punch fruit in potent weather, looks like a girl as good as she looks. Excellent acting skills, however, do not make me read whether they are serious or fictional.

Bavagnan is an extremely long-lived species, from different worlds and has a different outlook on life than humankind. Were you really nostalgic enough to swallow hundreds of years of anger, or are you pretending to ask for an opportunity for revenge and revamp it? I can't tell by the trees.

If Babanyan truly holds his anger, he can rekindle the anger he quenched by questioning it. He is also a companion of Heavenly Lights, and I feel guilty of treating him like a bad person for reasons close to suspicious ghosts and accusations. I can't even ignore the scratch I felt when I said or.

Saki made three seconds of earning that much while leaking vague words to Babanyan's question, and answered firmly in an easy-going manner to suit Babanyan.

"As far as I can think of, you're invincible. The barrier is unconsciously automated all the time, and neither poison nor radiation will work."

It is a lie.

The barrier of support cuts off during sleep, and the poison works. The only fact is that the radiation doesn't work.

But if Babanyan is exploring the defensive performance of his support, this lie can be a major deterrent. Because there's no other way to kill it than with a PSI drive.

If Babanyan only asked really interested, he could clean it up for the reason that he was just pranking and saying it out loud.

I have no problem falling either way.

"I see, the mind is so powerful... it was delicious, O Tsuki, but I don't like white balls and jelly. Now pull it out. Well, let's continue."

Bavagnan turns to the story lightly and returns to the lecture on the loss of demon kings in different worlds. While listening to exquisite narratives that attracted people's interest, Tsuki gradually immersed himself in historical stories and eventually forgot his slight doubts about Babanyan.