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

It felt like I had become a sanagi. My whole body is covered in something rigid that sticks perfectly to my skin and I can't breathe. I can't see anything in the dark. I feel a great deal of heartbeat, blood flow, and pressure in my lungs.

But the sense of the barrier, which should be constantly unfolding, had disappeared.

I see, huh?

Did the barrier paralyze and petrify instead of my flesh?

You didn't imagine this happening a bit.

I thought he was dead for a moment, but nothing like that seems to have happened. The tension disappeared at once. Safe.

I roll out the barrier so that it fits perfectly into my body. That's what turned me into a stone, so from the outside, it'll just look like I petrified myself. Pretend to be a stone statue.

It is honestly amazing to be able to stone the barrier, the force field of the invisible mind. I don't know what to do with it. You know, turning electromagnetic waves into water, turning temperatures into soil, that kind of thing doesn't make sense. Although it is a "super" ability because it causes an unintelligible phenomenon.

If you've turned your mind into stone, you might be able to turn your psychic powers into stone, other than your mind. Light Hua's flames, with His Highness Lou's thunder?

If it is possible to petrify against psychic powers, the darkness of the world, which is moving water wrapped in membranes of mind, can also be stoned and defeated.

Oh, my God, you can fight.

I am delighted to see new possibilities for the Devil's Eye, but it is beginning to become a rampant people-type disaster that even my companions and I stone. Can you get rid of the reins? I'm worried.

It is better to leave the branch manager disqualified and disempowered here already. I can pick the sprouts of danger that disaster will grow into a catastrophe. But once you've been given psychic powers and taken away because of your failure, it's definitely going to be a deep scar of things for the rest of your life. You can't do that.

I want to be an adult who can forgive me for failing as long as I can. I want to be an adult who can tell you it's okay, let's try again next time. He's a 14-year-old.

Nevertheless, the damage from the unconscious mental attack is too intense and seems to break my heart for the price. I want to do something soon.

I couldn't breathe while I was thinking about it. The whole body is covered in stone, so the air can't breathe.

I rebuilt the barrier, turned the stone into sand with my mind and untied it.

Mm-hmm. Shabba's air is delicious.

Medu, who should have been in front of me, was gone. The door leading from the basement to the ground floor is open. Looks like he went upstairs.

As I walked up the stairs worried about how to regenerate Medu, the Liberation Front boy who was on the ground floor slipped out of his hips.

He points at me with a look drawn to rattled tremors and shouts something repeatedly in his native language.

I wonder what it is. The words "stone" and "living" are hard to hear. "I'm stoned and I'm alive! ♪ Like that? ♪

I don't care if you live. I'm a psychic, so there's nothing wrong with living on stone. Parenthood or Ig will likely relieve paralysis and petrification due to self-healing, and Rin will have no abnormalities due to time retroactivity.

I didn't even see it on the ground floor, so I looked for it with a thousand eyes, and Medu was on the roof. I am desperately seized by the children of the Liberation Front where I am about to throw myself in a semi-frequent.

You're in terrible shape. Hey. I'm already screwed.

I don't know what it feels like... but I don't know.

Probably the one who chases after him suicidally, but I don't understand the mood of fanatical troublemakers.

When I showed up on the rooftop of the Scarecrow, the mess of the suicide riots instantly switched to the mess of the resurrection riots. The one who gets scared and runs away, the one who starts kneeling and begging for forgiveness, the one who deceives and imitates around, the one who's crying, the one who's angry, the one who's laughing... brilliantly fragmented fuss.

Medu passed out after raising her voice like a bird strangled with a wailing laugh. This guy's still fainting.

In the meantime, when I held Medu and carried him to bed, the children of the Liberation Front, who followed him like a Cargamo chick from the roof, surrounded the bed and began to take care of him because of it. Put a wet towel on your forehead, let your pyjamas change, bring flowers, decorate your pillow, or just hold your hand.

I've barely seen anything but trouble fans, but maybe that's all Medu is important to the children of the Alinataya Liberation Front. It's the orphan's star of hope.

Medu woke up in about an hour.

Medu had become a chunk of discomfort when he asked the kids protecting Medu like an escort to gesture and get him through to the hospital bed.

"Are you sympathetic? Thank you very much. '

Tension is flat.

I haven't dyed my cheeks.

My eyes are not glitching.

I just woke up from bed and smiled thinly and didn't sneak up.

It's strange how things aren't going.

It's like she's just a beautiful brown girl.

'I'm sorry for your concern. I'm fine. Training is on schedule.'

Are you sure you're all right? Did you hit him in the head?

When I reached out to my forehead to measure the heat, I pulled myself back and dodged.

What………

What's wrong with you? Body Touch Opportunities Don't Eat Up And Miss Greed Where's Medu!?

"Excuse me, but I'm not the kind of person you can touch, Sasako."

"You should touch it."

'No, now it's time to kill... you might hurt me. I can't. I can't stand that. Please take care of yourself and love yourself. I am just happy that Sasako is alive and well. I finally figured it out.

Medu lay her hands on her chest and said securely with clear eyes as if she had never been evil since birth.

No, yeah?

What do you mean? Dual personality?

It's like someone else............ ah!?

Is this the example of "Medu Sagrogo's Reformation by Sapporo Pestle Light"?

That kind of thing?

Things have changed so much that I suspect it will be altered.

Shota-kun and good Medu are good, why are psychics so extreme in reflection?

You suddenly become someone else. It's not like I can tell you that I started a secret society.

Until you use your mind to say you don't like being touched. The smartphone in my pocket shivered as I snuck in with my invisible mind to check my pulse and temperature. When I saw it, I was getting a phone call from Kim.

It is a little unusual to hear from the person in question. Is something wrong?

I got up right away.

'Sorry, my wife called. Take off your seat once'

'Is your wife here?

"Ah."

It looked like ice water was sprayed on my back.

I may be far more stupid than I think.

How many mistakes a day! It's this zama just because a good deputy is gone next door.

Looking at the horror, however, Medu stared into the void and whined secretly, paranoid about Po-Ya something.

"Your wife is here, Sakashi. Distinguished......"

It was okay. You're already an ant for everything.

It should be noted that the telephone call was about whether the swimsuit is red or black this summer. He's at the apparel store now.

I told him not to show much to a man other than me, no matter what color.

Medu has become so grown up since the attempted petrification of Sapporo Pestle. He began to distance himself like the recoil that had been coming so softly, stood outside the room that was often appreciated by me, and he made handwritten IT preaching ads to get permission from stores to go out all over the city and paste them in stores. I stopped using such forceful solicitation and ancient ginseng fan-facing mounting as before.

Sometimes he looks at me secretly from the dark, wearing sunglasses and never looking at me. And when he realized that I had noticed him, he apologized quickly and ran away.

I'm no longer a troublesome fan, but I seem to continue to be an avid fan. Something embarrassing.

My enthusiasm for psychic training has not changed.

When I said it was time to fight the darkness of the world, the next day I prepared my own eyelids and put them on my right eye. Because they sew in metal plates, they can prevent attacks to the point of being poked with a knife.

Said it was a capability containment measure?

Demon Eye abilities can't do anything as soon as they crush their eyes.

If you are blinded by flashes of light or sand, your combat power will be drastically reduced. If you protect one eye with the eye bands in advance, you can instantly regain combat power by releasing the other eye from the eye bands even if they crush the eyes you normally use.

Perhaps.

And I think the eye bands look really good on military uniforms.

I wear military uniforms because they are the toughest clothes Medu has, and my eyelids are purely to fight rationally, but I am very sick inside.

When I accidentally took the photograph and sent it to the photographer, the military uniform cosplay photographer's high-quality selfie was sent to me 30 minutes later. My daughter-in-law is cute today.

Do you need a tutorial fight against the darkness of the world for Medu, who has a background in combat training in the military, wears a hands-on outfit in his days of repeated robberies and burglaries, masters his vicious petrifying abilities, and is unwilling to fail to prepare for battle? I think this is also a ritual of passage.

It's going into action with a little more difficulty.