Kuzu Inou【Ondo wo Kaeru Mono】 no Ore ga Musou suru made

01 Can I help you?

That was me, Serizawa Atsushi, in the third grade of winter.

I surrounded the pot with my family and sipped it to devour the hot pot.

"I always think. Brother, is that... not hot?

"No, it's just the right temperature to eat, isn't it?

It is my flush to transfer it from a boiling pan to a dish and scratch that the hot air is already standing. Tofu throws it into his mouth in one bite. This has never burned me before.

"But that's the one you've been boiling guts until just now! It's crazy!"

My younger sister in middle school, Yuka, is just in adolescence. No matter what you put on lately, your self-assertion is strong and loud. Well, he's your age.

My dad huffs his mouth renge, while

"Ha, Yuka is a cat tongue..."

and swallowing.

"Still, even though it's so hot, you can eat a lot of Atsushi without burns."

It was a family reunion, a common dinner landscape.

But inadvertently, a huge earthquake struck us.

"Whew!? What the hell is this shake?

"Ahhhhh!!!

Immediate lower type seismic intensity 6.

The source of the earthquake is unfortunately right around my house.

The floor jumps vertically and the table jumps.

Then a hot pot of earth that was boiling over came down to my head with every contents.

"Mwwwwwwww!!!!?"

A splash of pot and tons of hot air came up from my head, and my sister Yuka and her parents screamed.

"Ahhh!!!

"Atsushi!!!

"Yes, get an ambulance now!!

Family panicking.

But in the meantime... I was very calm.

"No, it's okay......? I mean...... not hot at all??

"Is that why! If you wear hot water like that, you're in deep shit!

My father hurried and put his hands on the earthen pot I was wearing on my head, lifting...

He looked strange.

"Is that...? Aren't you really hot?

Not only the earthen pot, but also the pot utensils on me and the soup that was spanked on the floor… for some reason it was "warm water like temperature" to the extent of human skin.

I stood still for a while and thought of a possibility.

That's not true, some feelings, but I just think so.

"This... could be..."

……

My parents look at each other and are flabbergasted.

"It's... it doesn't have to be a psychic."

Yuka was the first to say what everyone thought.

It was the moment I found out I had a "psychic."

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"Yes, next please"

And I'm at the National Center for the Study of Inalienation right now.

I just got my exam and got the results from the beauty appraiser in charge.

Yeah, I don't know if they will one day, but I was already given a psychic.

Come to think of it, there was something wrong with me.

Give me an example that I can think of.

"A cold bath warms up to the right temperature"

"Even in the summer, the ice cream in my hand doesn't melt all the time"

"Even in a hot and humid room, you'll just chill around me."

My parents didn't seem to notice that kind of anomaly at all, but my sister seems to have felt it for a long time.

And the alien energy I was given, according to an appraisal by a specialist facility in the country, is' the level of alien energy to the extent of changing the temperature 1 '. It's a force that can change the temperature of the things you touch.

Speaking of alien powers, the kind of special abilities that heroes of the war era possess. An incapacitated person who, while feared to be a "threat to the world," is also considered a "first-level force of war" to protect the country.

Heh heh, now you're saying I'm one of them, right?

Inside a bit excited, I asked the appraiser.

"Um! How can my psychic '[TemperatureChanger (Thermo Operator)]' be used as a" force of war "to protect the country?

You gave me a psychic because of this, and you want to try something like that?

My dreams spread all over my chest against me...

The blonde beauty appraiser answered with a deep sigh and a very pathetic look.

"Ha... you're serious?

The eyes narrowed behind the silver-edged glasses are terribly cold.

"Huh?... Ah, yes... for once"

While freaking out about a much colder response than I expected, I kept on saying the words without giving up.

"Me, admire one of the psychic heroes who worked in the war! I wish I could be like that."

I told my own embarrassing dreams.

But it came back to me.

"Hero? Are you okay with your head?

It was a hell of a cold word.

"That's just a bunch of buckets, crushing mountains, beating up nuclear missiles, sinking islands in devastating floods… rewriting the topographical map of the world in a mess. That's the hero? I'll make you laugh."

Is that it?

Isn't this guy from a state official? Bad mouth, huh?

I mean, can someone in the country say that much?

"On the contrary, I'd like to hear it. You're powerful enough to change the temperature of your drink… who are you going to fight?

……

...... yeah.

Well, if you ask me, you were right.

The numbers that show the strength of my abilities are called "Paranormal Level 1" in the five-step evaluation.

According to the national guidelines, the strength of alien powers can be roughly divided into five stages.

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(S-LEVEL = paranormal level)

S-LEVEL1 Potential

Someone whose psychic abnormality has been expressed, but whose usefulness is not particularly outstanding in the present situation

S-LEVEL 2 Generic

who in some way are found to have useful alien abilities and abilities for the state

S-LEVEL 3 First Line

Persons with strong alien abilities and abilities that can operate on the front lines of the battlefield on an individual basis, or who are found to be equally useful

- Absolute Boundary (Borderline) -

S-LEVEL 4 Tactical

Persons with incompetent abilities and abilities whose tactical weapon class value can be recognized, capable of influencing a wide geographical range

(Threat: nuclear missile single-shot to about 99 rounds)

S-LEVEL 5 Strategic Class

Someone with the ability and abilities to recognize the value of a strategic weapon class, not specifically publicized in the presence of the highest classified rank of the state.

(Threat: more than a hundred nuclear missiles)

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I have the lowest level 1 out of 5 ratings.

This seems to mean the ability to the extent that hair has grown incompetently, the weakest and almost useless.

Yeah, I knew that because I heard it first.

Instead of being suitable for combat, he said he didn't see any particular utility.

Well, that's probably the case compared to people who are as bad as doubtful if they're Level 4 or Level 5 people beyond the limits that humanity shouldn't go beyond "absolute boundaries (border lines)"...

But... but come on!!

Sometimes, maybe?

I woke up with a psychic, and you can't help but wonder if I have one, too?

I don't care enough to ask!

"Chi, by the way, what about the evolution of abilities? There is, isn't there?

According to what this rather tight feeling female appraiser told me politely,

"Once expressed, the idiosyncrasies will not change in themselves for the rest of their lives, even if there is a" slight growth of users "."

"I will never wake up more than once in the future."

And...

"You must have a rare ability... to use less than a microwave."

I received an additional evaluation that I didn't even want to hear about.

"Really? Ah. Hey, I'm sorry it's not a very useful ability!

I put my best vain on the female appraiser with tears in my eyes.

"Yeah. Doesn't seem to help at all."

…

Ugh...

This guy, don't really decide his mind. Are you vegan? Are you a ghost?

This guy's definitely a lover, and you don't have any friends?

Thinking about things like that, I was stared at with the sharpest eye I've ever had. Scary.

Goddamn it! Give me back my dreams burned by my ambitions up to yesterday and all that excitement!

I lost it in hopes!!

... No.

No, no, no. Wait! Yeah, think the other way around.

Depending on what you think, you can also say that it's better than being given a powerful ability halfway through and sent to the forefront of the war, or being treated like a guinea pig for human experimentation. With all the dents I was forced to convince myself so.

Yes! You should be glad it wasn't such a development to be poorly powered and vice versa deprived of liberty!

Hey! Freedom is the best!

Long live incompetence!

I'm glad I'm an ordinary person. Awwww!!!

"So now I can go back to my normal life again?

"No... that's not why, is it?

"Eh."

My thoughts stop for a moment.

"Even so, an alien is an alien. In the future, your life… your abilities will remain under the control of the state. In the spring, you'll be attending the Imperial Energetic Training School."

"... Huh?

Oh no...!

I open my eyes to unexpected developments.

Me, I was willing to go to a local high school?

What about high school love romance (planned) with my first love girl Eli?

"As a result of the exotic appraisal, you will be admitted to F-ranked Emperor Weird High School. Because, by the way, the law dictates no veto or anything."

……

Appraisal officer poms some big handkerchief on my psychic appraisal,

"Yes, then you can go home now."

"... Yes"

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On my way home from the center, I stopped by the convenience store because I was hungry.

When I took the rice balls to the cashier, my beautiful sister asked with a smile.

"Rice Balls, would you like to serve them?

I answered this with perseverance.

"No, because it's me."

And I left the convenience store...

Wearing tears flooded with nature and eyes, he was determined as he looked up into the sky.