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

Benjamin Port's niece, Paula Port, is a sixteen-year-old high school girl attending high school in Queens, New York.

Fat 150cm tall and weighing 120kg. Plus, he's wearing tiny, degrees of tight glasses, he's influenced by his father, he loves amecomics, and he's shy. There is no hot element even if there is a persecution element on the jaw with subcutaneous fat on it and on the prominent face of the acne. It doesn't even become personalized with a brain a little above average, always walking down the hallway edge unnoticeably. It's the lowest level of the school karst.

American schools have an implicit class system.

For women, the queen bee (queenbee) rank is placed at the top. This shows the actress starring in the Chia and Theatre Departments. She's a good looking, bright, leadership girl.

Queenby's friends, surroundings, etc. continue into the lower ranks of Queenby.

Fools, dumbfounders, maniacs, geeks, and Galilees, all of whom are called Yin Ca in Japan, are summed up at the bottom and subjected to contempt, ridicule, and blatant discrimination. As the class system is clarified, some people will lead a more brutal student life than Japan.

Needless to say which position Paula Port is in the school karst.

I used the cleaner's position that I got by hitting her high school with a bunch of bills and broke into the school with dignity. Push the cleaning cart loaded with mops and buckets in cleaning clothes and tail after Paula subtly. All American students are fresh watching in private clothes.

It breaks my heart to watch Paula come to the starting hour critical and lean over and head to the Tobotobo class.

Yeah, I had one of those days, too.

My friend transferred to school, I was injured, I left my club, I slept in class, and my teacher paid strict attention to me and I was greatly shamed. Everything is not going well. Everything around me seems to mock me, and I want to disappear from this world without the miserable, sad and angry energy. Around that time.

Actually, that's not true. It's impossible for everyone to laugh and make fun of me.

I'm just over-conscious that others are so interested in me. Nobody cares about Yin Ca, and I don't look around, so it's just an illusion that they're making fun of me from around here. Sometimes being cursed is just whimsically hurting the guy below himself that I stumbled upon.

It's just hard to remember.

Paula, I think you should be more dignified. How the hell do you think my uncle is in this world that inspires excitement with his life? It's a little distorted, but I love it so much, so strain your chest. That being said, I know how you feel about wanting to lean down.

And then now Paula's foot caught and let him fall and laugh. The fucking kid fell, hit him hard in the face and cry.

…………

Don't fall in prayer. I see.

Pass next to the poor student who is crying with a strange force shrugging her legs and hitting her hard in the face in the hallway, and continue her tail. Watch Paula subtly as she mops cleans the hallway in front of the classroom where she enters the classroom and takes the class in the end seat.

As far as Paula's notebooks are concerned, I'm following her well in class, and she seems to be able to answer all the issues the teacher puts out correctly, but I can't raise my hand. "Someone who understands this problem? When asked," I can't raise my hand. It just shrinks to keep an eye out.

I can't do anything because I have the ability to abuse and lose confidence - poor thing, but it's a common tragedy that never ends in the rest of the world.

Hmm.

Giving psychic abilities (opportunities) to a child who seems to think, "If I have something I can be confident and proud of," is going to sting my sexuality. Enough for Mr. Port to push it hard?

If they tell you which one to choose, Paula Port or Benjamin Port, it's Benjamin's choice.

The gray high school life that didn't pamper me within watching me as I monied was sad. After school, the students flock to a group of lockers set up in the hallway, joking about their after-school plans.

Paula hasn't spoken since morning and has been alone. Let's say goodbye to friends. Some guys have fun doing it even with zero friends, but I don't think she does when she looks at Paula's hope-taking little piglet-like face.

It's an after-school club activity, or a mask that looks familiar - a high school student dressed in a chaotic replica of Heavenly Lighting's early model mask came from all over the hallway.

Psychic-related research, department activities are flourishing around the world. They range from authentic to child play. Psychic research organizations are more or less in every high school.

The one from this high school seemed relatively authentic, and a well-dressed man with an instructor-like blackbeard whispered something about handing out booklets and crystals to masked students and slapping them on the shoulders. He seems to be instigating a suspicious secret society.

This is not the kind of secret society I wanted to create, is it? This looks one way or another - and KKK or that way.

The masked students all lined up and strolled slowly through the middle of the hallway. It comes with a hard to hear chant. The other students give way with half a laugh or a look of envy or slight fright.

Teachers all pretend not to look. I guess it's an activity with permission. From what I've seen on the school bulletin board, apparently it was already an active club two years ago.

Honestly more intrigued and viewed by the Amateur Secret Society Club than Paula, one student was forced to pull from across the hallway and brought into the empty classroom by the masked students. The general students follow later, joyously bickering about it. Paula, who was walking, was also pushed away by the crowd and pushed into the classroom.

The suppliers who were coming to the electrical works also went in uncommonly, and I snuck into the corner of the classroom as well, especially since I didn't have the appearance of being kicked out.

"Then we'll have an on-campus discussion."

When the classroom was filled and the door was closed and quiet, the students in the sandalwood mask strictly told him. More than a dozen students are standing behind them in an immovable position, and one student with hyorous, tiny, cracked black edge glasses stands in front of them who seems to be at the bottom of the school karst. I was frightened to see it.

"Today's agenda is whether our freshman Hank Snart is a psychic or not? I will invite him/her to discuss this."

"I'm not a psychic! Let me go home! This is a public execution!

Hank, you complained with half a cry, but the masked students didn't fit in and the students listening behind the classroom are laughing as if they were an interesting spectacle. The vendors only have other human resources like watching theatre.

Oh, what the hell? Isn't that too bad? Is this a routine thing in this high school? I'm talking about a debate or something, but I don't care what you think, it's just pre-construction.

"Hank Snart has an anonymous testimony this morning that he used his psychic powers in the name of magic in his math class. We at the Dares School Psychic Exploration Association unanimously consolidated our intention to conduct a test on this suspicion."

"I, I don't agree. I don't like it, please, let me go home. I have a part-time newspaper delivery. Please."

"Withdrawal on the way will deepen suspicion."

The masked student followed me. Laughter leaks from the students in their recalcitrant language.

Just one, Paula wasn't the only one laughing.

He's pale, squeezing his squeaky hand, eating his teeth off and shivering. He has opened and closed his mouth many times and is about to say something, but the words have not come out.

The first time I borrowed the name of the debate continues. Hank, your embarrassing failures at school and out-of-school appearances are funny and weird exposed, and every time Hank begs you to stop, he thrives. It's a nauseating sight.

Still Paula doesn't move.

Blame Paula.

It's very hard to stop a jerk.

Sometimes it just stops to say you shouldn't be jerking off, but sometimes it doesn't work with "I was just teasing you", "Don't break the air", etc. Sometimes they become fig targets to the stopped side and just end up with more victims. This is particularly likely if students at the bottom of the school karst are sheltered at the bottom as well.

How many people can throw themselves and help people?

It doesn't make sense if you can't act even if you want to help, and the overwhelming majority of people in the world can't act. Essentially, the disadvantages of cutting yourself are greater. It is a rare example of giving back by helping people.

The first thing you need to do is protect yourself and make yourself happy. If you can afford it on top of that, you can help someone.

Paula listened to the discussion until the end and reached out to Hank, who was left in the middle of the classroom crying after the discussion ended and dissolved.

"Uh, Hank?

'Leave me alone!

"I, I, like, that,"

'Shut up! Get lost!

But I was shaken away by evil, I couldn't even help myself forcefully, and I dropped my shoulders awfully and dispersed.

With that, I dispersed, too.

No, no, no.

The same thing must still be happening in schools around the world. And it keeps happening.

It took me a few years to spread my psychic powers and I was reminded that the world had become funnier and more enjoyable than it used to be, but that there were as many things that remained the same in a bad way.

Paula doesn't have any special stunts. A common, unappealable high school girl.

There is more justice than a crowd, but nothing can be exchanged.

I think I somehow understood Mr. Port's words after just watching him for a day. If it kicks, it could change.

When you get the power of psychic powers, can Paula change after all?

Convinced of Mr. Port's reasons for recommending me, I transplanted the psychic protogroup to Paula, who was alone and left the school gate.

Shota-kun, who was a mediocre high school student, blossomed and showed off his superpowers with qualities that he didn't even think would kick his ass.

It's a sight to see if Paula can do the same.

When I get back to the hotel, I need to get in touch with the guy who's working separately and organize Paula's psychic awakening and solicitation events.