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

After revealing to Mr. Tsuki, Magic Castle activated two "surfacing" and "cloud nests" within one hundred and eighty magical functions, floating in space and wrapping clouds around the night sky and disappearing. It is difficult to discover and track even artificial satellites because they are constantly set to sail amidst naturally made clouds.

Between the advent of the Magic Castle and floating to activate the cloud camouflage, it was witnessed at a distance, and the whole world knows its existence. However, the position cannot be identified in the first place, and even if it can be identified, it cannot be inhibited and approached by the junction.

The Magic Castle investigation made the difficulty extremely difficult, and a series of overly informative and unintelligible incidents involving 'a black polar beam launched into the sky shortly after the Great Monster Showdown between the Rock Titans and the Transparent Titans on the ancient ruins of the island of Marineland, which had been kept secret outside the country, floated around the universe and disappeared into the night sky for a little while' caused the mystery to come to mind, and for a few days one side of the world's newspapers was occupied by the Marineland ruins incident.

During the few days after returning home, Mr. Takiki went to Tokyo with Magic Castle in the dark at night and was sent directly to Tokyo, but he soon became a hassle and stopped coming back from the castle.

I'm a little lonely, but it was worth the preparation that made me so obsessed. I would like you to take your time and enjoy your vacation for Mr. Tsuki, who is usually tired.

The two men returned home safely without the public knowing who they were under the full information regulations of the Principality of Marineland. One more artifact on the shelf of the secret compartment of Tianyado, and the two returned to normal student life.

I went on a trip to England for Golden Week and came back in a hurry before the air flights stopped due to the noise of the Marineland ruins incident...... it is a cover story.

The two moonlighters grabbed a bribe from a fishing boat and smuggled it from Marineland Island to England, from where it flew to Japan. He returned home two days late from Tianzhao Group.

Moonlight was a Japanese government mission, "Takeover of Artifacts" failed, but instead successfully recovered the Demon King Killer (PSI Drive).

When a relative delivered the demon king killing to the Japanese government in lieu of artifacts and negotiated to arrange a registration for the Moon Guard, a meeting of experts has been held to consider the response, so it has fallen short of waiting a while.

Should I give up on the slow response? Hopefully, we'll have a response within a year.

His Royal Highness Lou was told by me and other relevant parties, including Mr. Tsuki, "Please sit down at nothing," and he is doing an easy job of smiling and waving at the press for comments, even though he is unfaithful.

And the Marineland intelligence authorities have received a fuzzy fate from His Highness Lou to 'make sure Heaven Lighting is not in trouble' and are on the run for intelligence work. I honestly appreciate you being responsible for the majority of the post-event processing that Mr. Tsuki usually does.

You were perfectly right to have one small country on your side, the Principality of Marineland. Because the very fact that the state is carrying out cover-up operations becomes camouflage.

Humans are more curious about "hidden mysteries" than "mysteries they don't understand". "Apparently the Principality of Marineland is hiding information about the psychic" attracts more attention than "they have a psychic somewhere".

In other words, the visible public presence of the Principality of Marineland is decoy, gathering spearheads for psychic investigations, and keeping the skylight out of sight.

Besides, even the Principality of Marineland doesn't know the truth (all match pumps). Never get sucked out of information, but it would be the best formation for now.

It's pretty hard to keep a secret society.

Sato Jun (Shun) is a private high school with a gate in Fushi-ku in Tokyo and reenohara school high school - commonly known as Ashi Gao's sophomore year of special education.

Hobbies include smartphones, comics and music. He belonged to the shore area, and during the GW, he had enhanced accommodation in a boarding house in the mountains of Saitama prefecture. It seems that for some reason the donation to Ashigao has exploded since the year Jun enrolled in school, the travel bus cost is school owned, the old accommodation has been renovated and the meals are plentiful. It's all because of it.

Famous designer-supervised new uniforms are also recruited from Jun's school year, and students have a good reputation and many enrolled for uniform purposes. Thanks to the free school style, it was possible to set up a club if more than five people were gathered to apply, and Kaku Jun also had a suspicious club called the "Psychic Research Department".

The clubs, circles and sororities in that hand are overflowing with Japan today, and are not particularly unusual. Until just a few years ago in college, the Department of Psychology was on the verge of extinction and is intensely attracting people who want to acquire psychic powers, study psychic powers, earn money from psychic powers, etc. A member of Ashigao's psychic research department is also looking to take a psychology exam.

Nevertheless, not all the members of the department were seriously engaged in psychic research, and Jun was also an enjoy force who didn't mean it. I've only seen my face in the room two or three times since I was in high school.

I wonder if I can get some psychic powers. The club activities in there are just for students to play with, and the activities are just to bring occult magazines and chat in a daze.

I still enjoyed it when I first came in, but I got tired of it right away. The rest is to attend an annual research rally to create a track record of activities that will not be abandoned, and make a few minutes of presentations at the children's powerpoint.

There are many ghost members who are tired of joining the department with the same interest as Jun, but no longer show their faces. As long as the number of members alone, the content of activities comparable to mainstream club activities such as shore and brass music is lonely.

This is what Jun said when he said about psychic research, Zacco! He made a small fool of the research department with his heart, for example, but he doesn't do anything to voluntarily acquire psychic abilities.

Dahl, I don't want to do anything, but I wish something awesome had happened and woke up to psychic powers, a passive general boys high school student who fumbles only fluffy, convenient delusions. That was Sato Jun.

When Jun entered the Special Services class at the dawn of GW, Shouta Takahashi, the red-haired bastard who was floating out of the group in the class, sat at his desk and handed out caramel that it was a British souvenir to his gathered classmates.

Takahashi was an unusually exciting Yabe guy every time he used an alcohol lamp in an experimental chemistry class, usually trying to stay away from it, but he was interested in British caramel, so he approached the crowd and got it softly. The flavour was very sweet and intense, but I preferred it for my taste.

Prior to the start of the first limit, Sun, who was on Nikko duty, went to the staff room to ask for you. Most of it is nothing, but I am unluckily asked to deliver the item to my post. I get the drop and ask for the delivery address, whilst I pound my inner tongue.

The drop was a blue bath wrapper and shipped to a woman named Christina Nazine, a pair of two years of general medicine.

When I asked her if Nazine was in the group for two or three years, she told me that she had gone out to find something to drop. According to the story, I dropped it while I was at school.

For some reason, he was pressed to "hand it over directly", so he couldn't even leave it with his classmate, and Jun went after Nazine. Nazine has blonde blue-eyed hair and looks like a cute little ponytail kid.

Luckily, Nazine caught up with me in the dumpster. She looked as described and had a brutally flat chest as described, so I knew immediately.

I made a few mistakes in the hallway. She was a beautiful girl, but this was the first time I knew her name and talked to her.

She calls out to Nazine, who is anxiously putting her hands on the dumpster and floor, closing her eyes and tilting her neck, and behaving suspiciously.

"Uh, Mr. Christina Nazine? The doctor dropped the item and came to deliver it. It's yours."

"What? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! That's the Atashi one!

Looking back, Nazine let her face gleam. I get thrilled with that dazzling smile.

This guy likes me...?

"What, where were you falling? No, it's crazy, it must have definitely been in the bag properly. You haven't seen the contents, have you?... You haven't seen it, have you? Good."

Nazine was convinced to ask herself as she received the bath wrap.

and suddenly a strong wind blew there. The wind stirred the mouth of the bath wrap, which was loosely closed, and the cloth unraveled.

Jun solidified into what seemed like a chill. If it wasn't a mistake, it was a small knife.

Nazine quickly snatched the bath wrap and asserted with a strong smile.

"It's just an imagination."

"Huh? No, now"

"Misconceived"

"No, it's like a knife."

"A knife? You can't bring that. It's a musical recoder."

Jun glanced around at Nazine, who had spoken quickly.

Jun is hypothetically a psychic researcher. I read many magazines dealing with mysterious psychics.

Among them was the urban legend of the ninja.

He's a skinny ninja masked in black knife, fights with a broken knife, takes a yakuza in his hand with a smokeball, avoids bullets, says he's a master of disguise.

"……… Could it be a ninja?

"Huh? What?

Asked half-heartedly, Nazine tilted her neck. I don't know if it's refreshing or if it's really different.

In fact, it's suspicious. Is it a cartoon-like pattern that the identity of a beautiful girl attending the same high school was a ninja? If it was a mistake, it would be too embarrassing, but I also felt it was possible.

Before pursuing it further, Gotri and something slipped off the bath wrap that had been held by the gutter. It was a small knife and a large round ball of grip written in 'smoke' and a cluttered brush.

"Huh!? WHAT!? Hold on, uh, come here some more!

Jun was pulled by Nazine, who became suspicious of behavior at once, and dragged into the shadow of a cleaning device holder in an invisible position by the other students who were in the dumpster.

The two almost snuggle together in a narrow place. Jun paralyzed his brain with a slightly good smell that aromas from Nazine. Nazine put her face so close that her nose stuck, she said seriously.

"Keep what you just saw a secret."

"You mean, uh, you're a ninja?

I ask doubly thrilled at the current situation staring at the extraordinary and beautiful girl who suddenly revealed her identity. Nazine nodded awkwardly.

"Well...... like that. I'll tell you what. You should really keep your mouth shut. Atashi, he resents Yakuza and the secret society very much. If they find out you know who the ninja is, they could attack you. If you don't want to die, you better keep your mouth shut, okay?

Awesome by Nazine, Jun began to be thrilled in a different way and nodded like a broken doll.

Jun, who threatened to "tell someone and you'll see" when he broke up, had a morning where he couldn't concentrate on class at all.

It was lunch break and Jun took his lunch to the stairs leading to the rooftop. The door leading to the rooftop is always closed and unable to pass, but there is a little space in front of the door, which is loaded with triangular corn and chairs, whether it is used instead of storage.

Jun always spends his lunch break here because he can stretch his legs and sit in a chair, a quiet place where the teacher doesn't come. The best advantage on campus was the dignified use of a smartphone that was required to be powered off.

But this day was different than usual. The door to the roof was open thinly. Jun looked around and peered softly at the rooftop through the gap in the door.

No one.

I was going to take the time to think about the morning ninja-Christina Nazine as I grabbed lunch, but my curiosity about the rooftop that I had never been in before prevailed. Jun placed his lunch box under the chair, gently opened the door to avoid making any noise, and broke into the roof.

There was a refreshing breeze on the roof and the view was well cooled. There's a fence all around, a water storage tank and a switchboard box that seems to manage electricity or something? There's something like that.

Jun immediately noticed a shadow stretching from the back of the water storage tank. I couldn't tell just by peeking through the door, but I hear there's someone out there.

I wonder if the teacher who opened the roof is doing something and lags behind trying to escape before he scolds me. But before fleeing, there was a wind that was artificially untimely and extremely strong, and the door, which was half-opened, made a loud noise and closed.

Jun faded away, running and trying to escape, but before that a human who was behind the water storage tank popped up.

"Ha!? Why are you here!?

It was not the teacher who shouted to dew in amazement when he saw Jun who had missed his escape, but a familiar face.

Shouta Takahashi, a classmate with poor red hair, was there for the ice lance.

"What is that spear!?

Takahashi was surprised, but Sun was more surprised.

I can't keep up with the sight in front of me. Takahashi stuffs with Lance in charge of the frozen Jun. Even though it was already the middle of spring, the cooling cold air pushed in, and Sun found out what caused the coolness on the roof.

Takahashi twitched and scattered as he poked the dovetail of Sun in an icy lance pattern.

"Hey Temei, why are you here! The key!?

"Ca, key?

"The door on the roof! You were on the key!?

"No, it wasn't."

"You're lying. I definitely closed it. You forced me to open it. You did! Can you swear to the fire that it wasn't the key?

"What?"

After Takahashi, in a state of confusion, spat and calmed down all the unintelligible words, Jun again heard them unbelievably.

"Was Takahashi FK?"

"That's true."

Takahashi affirmed the eating sensation while sticking Lance out.

"Oh, Sato. - Seriously, why are you here? Shit's dying. Already."

Cursed by Takahashi, Jun oddly tasted disappointment and intimacy at the same time.

The epitome of the psychic, Freezing Night, which appeared like a comet and brought meteorite-like shock to modern society. It had the image of a noble knight from the look of protecting his companions with an ice shield, and Jun thought so. But the reality is that red hair is defective. The lighter or chukkaman is dangling from his waist, wearing a flaming shirt, and is unusually excited when he sees the fire, which is defective.

I don't care how you look at it. I use ice even though it's a flame, and it's far from noble. It was a terrible scam.

On the other hand, there was joy, excitement and intimacy that only I could know who the hero was on the other side of the screen, and that was my classmate.

It was my second sensation in half a day. Neither two people a day will encounter urban legendary humans in school, and even predictive abilities will know who they are.

"I always eat lunch at the front of the roof. The door was open today, so I took a peek and you were there."

"Ahhh... I always come here on the emergency stairway, so I didn't know. I checked the key to that door every day. Shit."

Takahashi scratched his head in frustration.

"What was Takahashi doing here? There was another super water polo out there fighting...?

"Fool, that level of darkness rarely comes out. It's just training."

That said, Takahashi led Jun behind the water storage tank. The valves in the water storage tank were loose and the water was leaking, and shields, swords and axes made of ice were scattered.

"You don't know if I can say no to instantaneous weapon generation and strength maintenance, or if I can't break the limits of my underlying power"

"Ha..."

"Whoa, don't touch that. It's about 200 degrees Celsius, so if you touch it, it'll peel off your skin."

Suru hurriedly pulled his hand in, trying to take the shield with the impressive and touching ones.

"...... Takahashi is also a bad system to be known for who he is?

"It's called 'too'. Yeah, but... Um, come on, me. Come on, I've been such an idiot lately. Come on. I thought I needed to work harder, so I was training you with gut, but this is it. The truth is, if the average person finds out who I am, I'll have to report it to my boss, but it's a little hard to tell you that I made another mistake or something. I don't know, it's me. It would help if you shut up about me."

He bowed his head to Takahashi, who seemed awkward, and Jun nodded. I wanted to ask if I knew the ninja, but I couldn't get the ninja blackmail out of my head and didn't end up in my mouth. I didn't want to be attacked by those wacky, clueless guys like the ninja yakuza who came out of fiction because he slipped his mouth.

The FK shock following the morning ninja shock completely took away the focus from Sun to the afternoon class.

It was huge that I exchanged contacts when I broke up with Takahashi. It's just a contact for my classmates, but at the same time it's a contact for psychics whose eyes the whole world is bloody trying to figure out who they are. I felt superior and nervous and my head seemed to manage.

Until this morning, I couldn't wait to find out, but when I found out, it felt strange.

First of all, it's strange that both of us were lurking in Ashigao. There were two of them in this narrow range, so maybe the psychic is everywhere, just hiding so the average person wouldn't notice.

Eventually, after school, after returning from HR, he finished his daily work, and Jun went home with the class content of the day soaking out.

Jun was anxiously driven and looked back many times along the way. Now that you know who the ninja and psychic are, aren't you being targeted by top secret intelligence and secret societies? The imagination crept into my head and I couldn't get away.

I couldn't help but worry about the sight of different people who didn't care while I was at school in the morning. I even feel that someone has been watching me the whole time.

Taking twice as long as usual, Jun, who was headed to the house with suspicion of behavior, suddenly stepped on a loose shoelace and fell.

His head shielded him, but he moaned down his palm with concrete. The wound is not deep, but the skin peels off and the blood seeps in, causing stinging pain.

"I don't..."

"Are you okay?"

As she sat back and put a bump on her palm with tears in her eyes, a beautiful girl in an asi high sailor's clothing called out worryingly.

It was the face I found out. She is the most beautiful girl in the Department of Special Studies, Lotus Light. She's a beautiful girl who packs the delusion of a man who's small, big breasts, modest, gentle and cute, but secretly the nickname 'Mr. Ni' is penetrating because she recently recited the Buddhist discourse of a textbook in a strangely smooth, slippery class in her current country.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay! It doesn't hurt at all."

Jun stood up in a hurry, forced to make a smile and put up a vanity, appealing to the pain resistant cool me. As most men in the Department of Advanced Studies did, Jun also had a healthy high school desire to get along with Lotus and hang out with you.

"Really? You should wash your hands. Here."

Lotus Mitsu takes the water bottle out of the bag and washes my palms off. I felt like a small fire extinguisher in my bag for a moment when I put out the water bottle, but I was convinced that there would be too many things in a day and I would be tired.

"Do you have a handkerchief?

"Uh..."

"No? Use this."

Is it grandfather's or grandmother's, Lotus offered an old-fashioned handkerchief with Buddha's statue print? I'm supposed to be in a thrilling situation borrowing a handkerchief from a beautiful girl, but watching the punch perm of a Buddha statue calms me down. The smell of subtle burning on the handkerchief is also negative.

As Jun wrapped his handkerchief around his hand and desperately searched for any thoughtful topic, Lotus Michi somehow put his smartphone in his ear and nodded several times with a rugged look.

"Sorry, because I have to go now. Take care, I'll give you a handkerchief."

"Oh, I'll wash it and give it back!

Hardly returning all that, Lotus smiled a little, flipping her sailor clothes skirt and running like a wind.

Jun had dropped it off but reconsidered along the way and chased after it.

I felt something strange.

It felt like it was always weak and pulled somewhere with invisible force. I feel drawn towards Lotus View now.

Is it the gravity of destiny? In retrospect, I don't feel the same way when I found out who Nazine and Takahashi are.

Some kind of guidance. Or the sixth sense. Jun was beginning to believe it.

Twice in a day, I met a miracle.

If there's a second time, wouldn't there be a third time?

Lotus Mitsu gradually ran to the unpopular side and looked back several times along the way, but Jun, who left himself to the inner guidance, could not be found intuitively hiding himself.

Lianmi gently overcame the fence surrounding the abandoned factory and disappeared beyond the fence. Jun was surprised that Serious Lotus Mitsu had broken in without hesitation, and was frightened by the fact that he had to break in too to follow Lotus Mitsu, but never followed his intentions.

Undressed to climb the walls, Sun saw a deep red flame over the dirty, cloudy windowsill of the abandoned factory and a black shadow that lit him up. Destruction sounds continue a few degrees, quieter.

"No way."

Jun was wary. I fell zero out of the real world and fell into the illusion that I was lost in the world of comics. My common sense, which I had cultivated for seventeen years in just one day, seemed like my routine had collapsed. The third time was really there.

The girl who fights something with flames, when it comes to it, there's one thing that comes to mind.

I wondered what a rare fortune, a strange fate was like.

And Jun heard the startling voice of Lotus View coming out of the abandoned factory and seeing himself, thinking that he was getting used to something.

Then, a few minutes later, Jun decided to hold another secret.

Jun contacted Lotus on the phone somewhere. He was held by a gem containing a small white grain that it was one of the artifacts, and was judged to have no psychic qualities.

It is a heartless judgment where I began to think that I was carrying some special fate in an outrageous encounter.

He regretted it and couldn't believe it. Jun ate it for a few dozen years, but Lotus said that if he didn't have psychic qualities, he wouldn't be attacked by a monster lurking in the dark, so he could feel safe and didn't need to know the details. After a third persistent pause on this day, Jun was released safely.

By the time I reached home, Jun was exhausted.

If there is a god who presides over his destiny, he must have concentrated his whole life's protection on this day.

Jun had dinner, took a bath, and fell into a deep sleep as he sank into the mud in retrospect of the strangest day of the world.

I didn't dream because reality was like a dream.