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

Let's sort out the situation.

For the past six months, I have been working to create a secret society of darkness with the aim of preparing the Battlemen of Heaven, rescuing the Romantics of the Back Society, and restoring security in Tokyo.

Parents, Miyama, and Chris' psychic abilities reached the realm of applied moves and reached a level where they could battle for Heavenly Lighting and psychic abilities.

Strangers of the Moon Guard have worked hard and united strongly in the flag to see the Moon and Night, greatly satisfying the overflowing romance of illegal immigration and even illegal stays.

The Tanioka group is forced by the police to disappear naturally even if left unattended. There are also prospects that a revised forced repatriation bill will be passed soon due to mysterious pressure, and Tokyo's security will stop lowering. He will recover in the future.

In other words, almost all of the aims have been achieved. All you have to do is beat the Tanigao group completely until your heart breaks and turn it into a moon-night puppet.

It doesn't make sense just to destroy the Tanioka group, which is the guess-head of the chaotic city of Tokyo. The new yakuza just comes up again.

There was a guy in elementary school who slapped people and made fun of them and laughed.

There was a guy in middle school who laughed at people's efforts and thought I was cool.

There was a guy in high school who repeatedly skipped class and was unmotivated by red dots, but was allowed to graduate at the mercy of his teacher.

That is the demographic ratio of Japanese society as it is. People who can only beat people up, make fun of them, threaten them and scatter them will never disappear.

So instead of erasing that bunch of scumbags and guesses, you break your heart and take over and modify it into a bunch of kinda better scumbags and guesses. Keeping Tokyo's dark market occupied with the mild evil led by Moon and Night Watch prevents the influx of extreme evil. It is the principle of poisoning with poison.

And the Tanioka group isn't the only one whose moon and night sights take over. Groups that are exacerbating Tokyo's security, such as small yakuza, cult denominations, foreign operatives and fraudulent groups, will also be exhausted.

Specifically, we first turn to the forces of Tokyo's dark system in the name of "Formation of the Back Social Union" through agents. Now that police pressure has intensified and the public's awareness of crime prevention & crisis has increased as a result of terrorism, there should be a certain amount of persuasion in the call to unite for survival.

And we can rally our forces in a secluded place in front of the building called a coalition formation decision rally, where we can bog and follow (brain muscles).

And then whoever sticks out to the police sticks out, and whoever has a home country drives him away to his home country, and if he has a home, pushes him, and whoever doesn't have a place to go incorporates him into the moon-and-night Mild Dark Group, and I go back to Heavenly Lights pretending to have my memories back. The tattoo on the moon and night will remain, but it is also good. I don't even feel like having Ig turn it off.

I won't carry it so well, and the problem is piling up, but it is my job and Baba's job to make it work and break the pile of problems.

That's why it's time for a leap. The planting work shall be shared with Baba.

I leave it to Baba to draw the Tanioka group into the coalition. Guide them in the direction of forming coalitions through their respective lolicon yakuza.

Leave the cult denomination to Baba as well. Baba is good for cultists because of his mysterious appearance. You can pretend to be an innocent kid and dive into your nostalgia, or you can be overwhelmed by a gap in appearance and sophistication, you know.

I take foreign agents. After you ask Lee, the informant, to stare, you bare your personal information in a mental stalking. The rest threatens with a gripping weakness and draws them into the Zuluzu coalition.

Later, we'll have a little scam group, a small yakuza, etc. This one also uses his mind to explore and grip weaknesses and threaten. I have no attraction or manipulation to contact people like Baba or Tsuki, so I really feel like I'm going to have to push my mind... enough if I can push it.

If the mainstream of Tokyo back society agrees with the coalition, the small forces of the elephants will also be flush into the situation and stick on their own on their butt horses.

I didn't want to keep Mr. Tachigi waiting, but I managed to finish the planting with a month's force.

The hour is late November 11th.

We settle everything on Seven Lengths Island, an uninhabited island floating off the coast of Tokyo (...).

There are many tourist boats off the coast of Tokyo at night due to the impact of the super water polo incident. Three thousand people who come to the gathering to form the Back Social Union have spent several days gathering on a tourist boat on Seven Lengths Island.

We are also headed to Seven Lengths Island tonight to hear rumors of the formation of a coalition and to crush it. It is the father of Kobayashi Haruki-kun, a high school student, who leaves the ship. My father wanted Haruki-kun to be a man of the sea, but he talked to Haruki-kun a lot and settled that he would get on a boat every day until he graduated from high school and still not complain about the way forward if he didn't like the sea. My father was very grateful to the parent who made the kickass of making up with his only son and asked for the opportunity to thank him, so he took the story from me this time.

I took five hours each way to go between the waves at night, and I had a rubber boat out where I could see Seven Lengths Island, and I got in there, and the boat asked me to go home.

I'm on a rubber boat with my parents wearing a rubbish bag and a headstone, Chris with a broken knife in a ninja outfit on his waist, Sightseeing Mountain with a colored corn and guitar on it, and me in T-shirt jeans on a Balinese souvenir mask.

Baba is leaving a message. It won't be a force of war, and Baba's turn is where he leaves the Moon Guard after the showdown for post-war processing. Now I want you to slow down. It should also be noted that he has fallen for dark heroes in the past six months, and the remnants of the Moon Guard team were mentioned by Baba.

Confirming that the fishing boat was away to an invisible position, his parents took charge of Chris and ran to Seven Lengths Island on the surface of the sea. I followed after moving the rubber boat with my mind with Miyama.

This battle tonight will be settled with the Tanioka group, but they will not all make any particular intentions or declarations of determination. It's always the same. It's just a battle to stab Todome in the Tanigao group, where the loss has already been confirmed, and the training ground is already scattered. I'm not in the mood right now, and I'm not alarmed.

The Seven Lengths Island is a roughly 1 km diameter circular island with a little mountain in the centre, mostly covered by trees. The remnants of the harbor remained as remnants where people lived until the end of Showa, but the building had collapsed and eroded into greenery. There is no smell in people's lives due to the smell of the sea breeze and the Iso.

but of course there are people. Out of the building about to collapse, people appeared at the same time as the moon-night sight landed. Light us up with the lights on your smartphone or flashlight and start making a fuss about who you are.

All, it's moon-night sighting. I'm here for violent delivery. We can't run anymore, you guys. You avoided the eyes and gathered on a deserted island behind your back? No, I'm the one who set it up to get together here.

As the four waited sloppily in line as they slept, the Union gathered out of the woods and out of the shadows of the building. Only a guy trying to escape on a boat kicks his ass with his mind.

Eventually an old man in a kimono emerged from a coalition that became a slate of vanity and terror and solidified the siege with knives and guns on far rolls. Her hair is completely white, but her eyes are sharp and her body and ankles are firm. A wind overflowing with just walking, a changing air. I've never seen him in person before.

"Nobu is the Great Parent of the Tanigao Group and Koji Tanigao. We've come a long way, welcome."

Tanioka looked straight at his parents without remembering. Parents lower the tombstone they were in charge of and prompt words at the tip of their jaws.

"The young man will take you as his enemies, but he will buy you high. Buy more expensive than anyone else. I think it's a vessel that can achieve national domination."

The siege nets stirred at the words of the great parents, but they became quiet at a glance.

"Well, behold, this great union. I have a rash on my face. A selection of musicians from all over Japan gather in Tokyo. Wouldn't a man want to stand on this guy's teppen? What will it be here where I ran to avenge the Moon Guard? Have a bigger ambition. I don't know. In the past, put your hands together. The general may look at the moon and night. If the psychic powers of Moon and Night are combined with the foundations of Nong, it will be a police government. The legend that sets up Nineman's ideals in this country and is told to future generations and -"

"Hey."

Parenthood seemed like a pain in the ass blocking the big parentage that would bust up the speech.

"Does that story still take? Can't you tell me it's in jail?

"Come this far and get along. There's no such thing as a good friend. It's not funny. It's not funny. It's cold. Let's just do it."

"I feel like I've been wanting to hear what you want for a while, but okay? Look, ninja."

After tuning the guitar, I also agreed with the hand-held Miyama, so I'll follow suit. Sort of. It's November, in a harbor with strong sea breezes. Besides, it's midnight. I know what it's like not to want you to listen to jizzy bullshit for long. Principal Kameha. I don't know if you're saying something good, but you failed to speak at a time when you couldn't attract the listener's interest.

"Oh, you want to do it? Yes, start a war."

Chris took the rat fireworks out of his nostalgia and sprinkled them when I urged him, and the final showdown began to soak with the sound of gunfire.

It instantly moves to the current of the great affinity with such a step that the ground falls at the beginning of the hand, grabbing the foot and throwing it into the sea. The mountain's BGM colored the large parentage that drew the parabola high.

Tonight's battle song is a serious classic for the mountain. The tune is quiet but somewhere fun exotic - - no, no, no, no, no, wait, wait, wait!

This is an unsavory song name!

"What are you doing, you bald man! Nobody wants to lick your ass!

"Oh, Senior Mozart, are you Dis?

"No, you, ahhh!

Look! My parents and Chris are laughing as they take down the yakuza! It's not the air of the final showdown. This!

Is it like this till this time of the month and night! I like it!!!

He only made it the first to destroy the air on the boulder, switching to rock music along the way, and the Mountain View knocked down one coalition after another, hitting the yakeshitty mood with loud acoustics. Every time a sound bomb explodes, a dozen people get together and faint, and dozens of people groan and hold their ears. He's a fucking fat guy, so he's not maneuverable, but he can do it in a row, so the pressure is unusual. Yakuza falls when he puts him in the rhythm of the rock.

But enemies too. The guitar bastard is famous in the back society. Some of them are counteracting with earplugs, soundproof mets.

Those people quickly ran around the battlefield like a cat, screwing the pheasant in its mouth, kicking its helmet in and setting it on fire with a fire blowing art. Easily avoid being attacked with a knife or a pistol as if you had eyes behind you. As a result of the training, it is extremely difficult to attack Chris wearing "pre-reading" applied moves.

The feeling of touching Chris' reading glucosamine is close to Mr. Sugiki's stop protein. That's where I should have noticed. Chris wasn't reading memories, he was reading the past. It can be considered a type of time-based capability.

If you can read the past, you can also read the future. Unlike the past, which can be read up to two months ago, reading the future is limited to nine seconds later, and only once exercised, it becomes so tired that nothing can be done, but the music of the mountain view solves the fatigue. This allows Chris to always fight with a grasp of his future up to nine seconds away. Avoid all the bullets, ambush the guy who tried to ambush him the other way around, and the knife thrown shoots him down with a knife. There is no way to attack Chris on Yakuza.

There's nothing I can do about it if I read about the future. I'm not invincible because if I hit it, I won't be able to come up with a yakuza that doesn't know how Chris super dodges it, and even if I do, I won't be able to run it. It is not something that can be done quickly, such as wiping out the surrounding area with a nuclear bomb, or wiping it with your mind.

And any enemies who can't help themselves to the Mountain View or Chris will have their parents killed.

Parents who were throwing into the sea to catch the escaping coalition members were stiffened for a moment by heavy armored tanks that blew their engines out of the woods. You seem surprised by the boulder.

It is a used tank with a falling shape of Kunikuni prepared through a foreign operative. It's a showdown because of this, right? I spent the next two weeks of my one-month prep getting this. It is the trump card of the coalition against the tomb man who survived the freefall from the plane with vegetables.

With the emergence of an easy-to-understand, powerful weapon called a tank, the morale of the Union has risen slightly. My parents go to beat me up with a headstone, and I get even more excited to see the headstones smash and scatter. Crushing tank armor with headstones, no matter how powerful, is impotent.

"Graveman! I can't break through the front! Open the hatch and get the pilot inside."

Barrier with your mind to protect the sight of the guitar rattling, while shouting at the tactics you've thought about. but the parent struck out by unexpected means.

He grabbed the tank's shell, lifted the whole vehicle, and started swinging instead of the headstone.

You're lying. Hey.

"It's easy to use a tank! Ha-ha-ha!

I thought I had homerun an armored truck with a tank I grabbed in my right hand, peshanko a fixed turret with a tank on my left hand. At the end of the day, he stabbed the shell to the ground and upright it, turning it into a noisy headstone. Caterpillar is empty and can't move anymore.

Shh, tanks, ahhhhhhh!

My two weeks and 35 million yen were crushed in ten seconds!

But it was funny, so be good!

I've never seen a two-tank stream without a duplicity. Parenthood seems fun and most importantly.

Again, it was a battle with results.

The coalition trump card number two, the lethal poison gas, has switched the contents to just tear gas, and it's the less powerful gunpowder bomb that you're throwing because you think it's dynamite. They're overdone, overdone, life-threatening. They're doing first aid with their minds.

The battle was over in half an hour, and the next few hours I spent tying up the guy who tried to escape and the guy who surrendered.

This is settled.

The losers are transported to the mainland by packing into the ships of the Union where they were moored. He also put them on a convoy of pickups that his parents had personally hired, and managed to get them all on board. By noon, the police will be overflowing with villains turning themselves in like ghosts. The watchman on the road leaves Chris and Miyama to watch, and me and my in-laws stay for the last inspection of Seven Lengths Island. Someone has to be left behind. At the end of this inspection, I plan to recover my memory by falling into the ocean or in some kind of shock.

As I walked through the dark night woods with a flashlight, my leading parent stopped and said.

"Hey, it's been a long night. We're going to talk about this."

"Hmm?"

"It wasn't a bad idea to talk about the Tanigao family."

"…… Hmm?

My parents looked back. Remove the seemingly sturdy case from the nose and remove the two syringes from the inside.

Huh? There's some disturbing air.

"Use them to dominate the country, not just Tokyo. All in the world. Thoroughly watch the moon and night in the cow ears for all of the back society. Not bad."

"What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"Hands turn. I noticed that Sasuke (...) was out of hand. It's not amnesia, either. There's nothing you can't do if you're serious."

To a clear certainty, I was stunned.

My parents hit my arms with two injections at once.

"You're the one who broke the door, who found it without even looking at the yakuza that escapes, and who was protecting the Moonshooters all over Tokyo during my treatment. It seemed like he was hiding it, but if you doubted it, it all connected. There is too little grief or worry for amnesia. Too much room."

"Ugh... gu... no... damn, wait. Okay, I admit I was cheating. I swear to God I'm going to fall in love with my parents and the Moon Guard."

"You can count on it. It's easy, fight me now. If you beat me, you'll forgive everything, whatever you want. If I win, follow me and help me dominate the world."

The beaten blood is tamed, the whole body of the parent is surrounded by white and soft light, and at the same time the force of invisibility, too familiar, swells rapidly. When the skin is broken and blood flows as if there is an explosion in the body, it is blocked by healing and the blood erupts again.

Just standing and full of creativity.

Just standing there invincible.

"Be my real man, Sapporo! Seriously, come on!

Standing on par with me by striking the blood of healing and mindfulness, my parents released a fist that swept away the stars with a shout.