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

While activities in Japan were suspended due to the fact that work was under way on the relocation of Tianyado, we decided to dedicate ourselves to the establishment of an overseas branch of the secret society, but we will start with the branch of Tianzhao.

Because it seems that the clandestine trade in moon and night sights is taking place in nearby China, and the candidates on the list submitted by Baba are also concentrated around there, but I don't speak Chinese.

If you're just going to increase the number of psychics, you just need to pull a thousand psychic primitive groups and paste them, but of course you can't do that. We need to identify our personalities and watch them until they are both capable and mentally stable. I can't watch you even though I don't know the language. Moon and Night Newbie said it would be good within two months. Sweet for Baba's words. I will study Chinese first.

It will take the form of establishing a branch of Tianzhao, while simultaneously studying Chinese in parallel, and establishing a branch of Lunar and Night Vision when a brief conversation becomes possible.

For the candidate for Tianzhao and the branch base, a two-month break was created. Not as much and as much detail as Baba's dossier, but enough. Not only is it daunting, it's one hassle but it's work (?) They were doing it again.

Baba worked, and he worked. I haven't done anything since I've been on bee break for the past two months... Am I the only one? Damn, the food I ate without working was delicious. Handmade by my daughter-in-law, it tastes twice as good.

And it was the wedding celebration that my parents had given me before I traveled abroad to chase down self spiritual damage. What was contained in the tall Kiryu box was a prosthetic hand to make up for my missing right arm.

Besides, 'To hug my family. My dear,' with a message card.

I wouldn't be able to write such an embarrassing message card if I were you. No, I'm saying good things, aren't I? Can't you write because it smells like normal light? Is there something wrong with my sensibility?

It's a family-conscious, collegial affinity. I guess I couldn't overlook the ship because I had a belt.

Well, I'd rather be realistic and have no arms. It's not a matter of compensating with your mind or anything like that. It stands out, and rumors stand out from the good. It is also purely inconvenient. Before the marriage, I was the only one in trouble (I'm a little sorry for my parents), but now that I have a girdle, I'm not only saying, "Sir, you don't have one arm? I don't know what happened, I'm scared." Sometimes there are unpleasant rumors. There was something about it. In the morning, when I take a garbage bag to the nearest garbage dump in the old Tsuki Mansion, a group of neighbors always look at me and whisper.

I didn't care until now. I've prioritized what I want to do over people's eyes.

The arms are cool and enigmatic and inconvenient, but it was fun.

The missing right arm is a gift of parentage, a memory of the first and last psychic battle I gave my all. but if that parent gave me a prosthetic hand and I got embarrassed, I wouldn't change this anymore. Sorry, sorry...

My right arm became a prosthetic. It's a high-quality dish that doesn't know what a prosthetic hand is, and it can move like a real arm reading a biological current. The producer is obvious if it is a high-quality prosthetic hand that has been given from the moon and night view. It seems to incorporate a rocket punch system or something.

Well.

I am sorry but I am thankful to be fitted with a prosthetic arm and start establishing overseas branches.

It starts with the New York Branch.

Overseas branches are already supposed to exist in various parts of the world. But the world's dark bouncing trek is remarkable, and its constituents have been killed since its establishment, and it has been wiped out. Return to normal, repeatedly. Only Japan, the boss's knee, is able to operate steadily without losing his martyr.

So this time, the boss worried about the current situation will travel abroad for a long time to stabilize the activities of branches around the world. Accompanied by a deputy.

I said that it would be faster to divide the overseas branches because they would be established in more than one country, but I don't hear that the first one would be done by the two of us. That's not because I want to be with you or anything, either, but because you don't trust my arm.

It is true that there is no planning compared to Baba and Baba, but I have learned a lot from years of covert association activity. I am also being cautious. I think you can trust me a little bit more.

When he flew across America and complained about its heap as he walked through the streets of New York, he returned the attention with a luxurious black and red dress (12) comparing the map to the sign.

"Mr. Pestle always wakes up two times and sleeps, right?

"You're smart."

Prevent sleeping twice. Half-awakened with the first alarm and fully awakened with the second alarm.

"But sometimes you wake up and you forget to sleep."

"No, I haven't forgotten. Especially these days."

"I guess. What I'm setting up instead."

"Ah..."

I see? I was wondering if my memory had improved recently, but that didn't happen at all. Right, was that kind of karaki?

I can't argue with this a bit. Looks like I can't do this without my help. At the beginning of the Secret Society, I want to compliment myself on my English break, which I started looking for a deputy.

While we were talking, he arrived at a medium-sized hospital in Queens District, New York City, at the head of the group. The time is night. It's midnight, albeit in the big city of New York, and that's also not popular if you stay off the boulevard. The inner key of the door at the back door of the hospital was opened with mind, and by diving the door during the time stop of the halt, the alarm was not sounded and the intrusion was effected.

The purpose of the invasion is solicitation of a man in hospital.

The man's name is Benjamin Port. Born between Italian and Irish immigrants, she turns 52 this year. My wife, Maisie, and my niece, Paula, live here in Queens, but have been hospitalized since last month because of a lethal illness for which the cure has not been established. According to the doctor's diagnosis, your life expectancy is five days away?

Mr. Port is a middle-class man who hasn't been to college and has worked in the field for years as a plumber. There are no special stunts besides my skill and knowledge as a plumber. However, there are still peculiarities that were only in the recommendation frame of (10).

His study is filled with round amecomic magazines & library collections, with DVDs and Blu-ray discs eroding the living room. He hasn't reluctantly collected the figures, posters and other goods from his wife Maisie, but he's an avid enough Amecomi fan just for the comics.

Again he is a man who not only reads but practices.

He is a hero. Not a superhero, but definitely a hero, he has been on night patrol for 33 years without taking a day off since he turned eighteen, seized fourteen robberies, poked the rapist out to the police seven times, carried out an initial extinguishment of two fires, and made countless other contributions to policing. He has received two awards from the city. He hates the lack of police organization. He's ending up in vigilante activity, and he's a famous man in the neighborhood. She is invited to her alma mater every year to give a lecture.

He's dying to breathe, too. People who admired him sniffed and investigated rumours in the SNS that he deserved to be part of a secret society.

I want it to function properly as a New York branch. Ideally, you should first solicit an adult, personable and proven Mr. Port to sit at the branch manager and place a few youthful children underneath it. It won't be a problem for another five days. One shot at Ig's healing.

Vigilance using psychic powers should match Mr. Port's preferences.

Mr. Benjamin Port was asleep in the infusion bed in the hospital room but woke up when we entered the room.

"Who is it?

Mr. Port has asked extremely calmly as he slowly awakened his half body, and if he had been policing the city of New York night for 33 years, he would be accustomed to most suspicious people. I must have seen as many stranger things than a Japanese in a dress and a man in a light coat.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Benjamin Port. I'm called Time Lady. He's Invisible Titan."

In keeping with the dialogue, I put my pocket watch out of my pocket with my mind and floated it in front of Mr. Port. (12) The needle is slightly reversed in millifractions by repeatedly stopping time in small fractions, making it appear as if time is unwinding.

Evidence over theory. A stronger introduction than a business card.

"You're young……………………………………………………………………."

Mr. Port opened his eyes and, after a little silence, seeped surprises and groaned. I don't think they've told me I'm young in a long time. Even though you're only in your twenties, Shota-kun and San-jing are going to treat you like an old man.

He speaks gracefully.

'Let me explain how we came to visit you before we talked. Question later. May I?

'... oh'

'Bye. There is a black slime-shaped monster on Earth called the darkness of the world. And we use our powers to fight the darkness of the world. You know about the super water polo case, right? Arr (,) is also the darkness of the world. Although it is the largest. The identity of the world's darkness is embodied in people's violent desire-'

English is smooth and easy to listen to at the native level. My English skills are quasi-first-class. I don't have any trouble with normal conversations, but trying to tell a complicated and intrusive story makes me follow. I'll take care of everything here.

'- So I wanted to entrust you with the fight against the darkness of the world that appears in New York. It's not a lot, but you can pay for it, and you can treat the disease. Can you take it?

'What if I refuse?

'I won't blackmail you. You can get out of the hospital bed, whether you take it or not. No harm done.'

'Not really, is that the only role I can play? If I refuse, who will defend New York?

"A candidate other than you. However, we believe you are the right person."

"Hoom……"

Mr. Port thought about it again. He put his hand on his mouth and looked at me and at me and looked at me and thought carefully.

If we talk, we can become psychics, but we will throw ourselves into a dangerous battle against the darkness of the world.

If you refuse to talk, you can't be a psychic, but you can avoid the battle against the darkness of the world.

I thought it was an instant answer because I was Port, who had been around at night for 33 years, even after experiencing a lot of danger, but I was thinking longer than I expected.

Is it suspicious? Did they think it was some crazy lunatic's paranoia? But I demonstrated my psychic powers.

Eventually Mr. Port opened his mouth and confirmed it.

"Choosing the path to becoming a psychic doesn't keep you fighting the darkness of the world forever, does it?

"Yeah. I'll definitely settle for a few years."

"To my niece, uh, that, uh, psychic qualities? Is there?

(10) I nodded because he asked me with his gaze. Let's leave it at that. If you use your mind, you can strip away your qualities... it's a setting that allows you to erase the sleeping psychic protogroup. Better leave it at that than none.

"Yes."

Mr. Port nodded and replied.

'Then I shall recommend my niece. You can be a better branch manager than I am.'

Who is it, niece? I don't know. No, you know what?

Mr. Port's niece, Paula, is a high school student. Reasonably good grades, but not good at exercising in obese shape. The acne floated face can never be said to be neat. Character is introverted. I don't know because I haven't looked into it any further. He doesn't seem to have a criminal record.

"Why do you think she's more appropriate than you?"

"My niece has a future and qualities"

Yep... not the answer? The future and qualities apply to almost everyone. I don't trust you more than blood type fortune teller.

Don't you just think it's appropriate with your own eyes?

'You will not understand. But I've been watching my brother and his wife close ever since they picked her up the night they died. As long as you kick ass, you'll be a man who does good. "

"Some people go in the wrong direction even if they have kicks"

When he couldn't stand it and I pinched his mouth, Mr. Port made a skinny cheek and smiled. What a grin. Even Shota-kun got psychic powers and was on the verge of going in a bad direction. Maybe even Mr. Port's niece will.

'You seem to be making a mistake. Kick-ass is not about gaining superpowers. My death. "

"Are you going to pretend to be dead and make a breakthrough?

"No, I'll die"

'... Is something wrong with my listening?

'You're fine. It's just that I put my life in the hands of Reaper. "

"Why?"

I don't know. Seriously, I don't know. I don't know what Mr. Port is thinking.

You know that's not an exchange condition, right? You said you wouldn't have to be psychic to treat a disease, right? Why would you refuse?

If you become a psychic, you cure the disease, and you don't want to fight the darkness of the world with all your heart to cure the disease, you may become a branch manager. Even if I refused to avoid it, I put it on the condition that the illness would heal in the souvenirs.

Why are you trying to die?

"My niece has a plan to pull in. Willing to do good, but unable to act. If I die, I'll have enough kicks to change my niece. '

'Aren't you afraid to die?

"Of course it's scary, but if it's going to be for my niece, I can accept it"

Yes………

"If you die, someone will be in trouble."

"There will be enough insurance money for my wife and niece to live in. I don't have any trouble with my life. '

'Uh, well, let's just say that's good. Even if no one is in trouble, no one is sad. "

'I find that painful, but I have the right to freely use my death'

Come on………

This guy is skipping the idea.

I'm probably the kind of guy who makes a mess of himself because of his beliefs, but I can't risk my life.

Mr. Port looked me straight in the eye and said:

"I couldn't be a superhero. My heart has already admitted 'I can't do it'. Thirty-three years was long, too long. But my niece can be, if that's what you want. Please, give my niece a chance to change her life. '

'…… OK'

I can't refuse a man's life-threatening favor.

Good! Let's give Paula Port, Mr. Port's proud niece, a chance to change her life.