There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World's Darkness so I Made One

The day after the PSI drive turned out to be damaging to me, I was quickly calling Baba into the secret base interview room. It is the second time in two weeks.

Last time, I was asked to investigate the specs of the PSI drive and issue a GO signature, but this time, I think it might be the worst time to stop development.

From now on, Baba will be made aware of the back of the match pump, all the circumstances.

It would be best if you would accept to turn to the setup. Honestly, the two of us were too busy and found it difficult to increase the number of members of Tianzhao from now on. As a matter of fact, Mr. Tachigi just went down with a lot of effort, and I'm the only one who's burdened with it.

I can produce a PSI drive, and it would be easier if Baba, who has political experience, could turn around the back even though it is something different from Earth.

The next good is to refuse to turn to the mastermind, but keep quiet. I think this is most likely.

Me and Mr. Tsuki enjoy going around the back, but Baba is someone who has gone beyond the world in pursuit of exciting adventures. Would it be satisfying to go around the back?

Maybe you won't find the back attractive. Then I have no choice. At the very least, ask Shota-kun and his general constituents to promise silence so that they do not tear apart their inner feelings and take away their dreams. Even young girls look good. The contents are good old adults, on the contrary, living ruins of the ninth century. Whatever the inside, you shouldn't imitate that you expose your dirty back to a young man who enjoys his youth wholeheartedly and causes deep wounds to his heart. Regardless of whether you will turn to the back, the silence will get you a promise first.

The worst is sadness or exasperation.

Baba came to this world betting everything, abandoning everything. That fact was all a match pump! That would be quite a shock.

I might hang myself from grief.

I could die of anger.

I don't know how to calm the emotions I've accumulated for centuries. It would be impossible to deal with Baba if he ruptured his accumulated emotions. I'll do whatever I can.

If I leave myself to anger and get fucked up and try to kill me or freak out, I'll put you under house arrest once and figure out what to do with Mr. Tsuki.

I want to avoid the pitiful situation of throwing it at Mr. Kichigi because he failed by doing just what he did. I suppose I should talk to Mr. Tachigi before that happens, but Mr. Tachigi said he would be off for a week, but he has been off for another two weeks. I don't want to bump into such a nasty problem where I'm mentally devastated and increase my hard work. I want to solve the problem by myself.

... I entrusted Mr. Tsuki with all the coordinating and negotiating roles in the operation of the secret society, but did he always do things like me now? I'm full of problems with this one. He can handle this a lot. It's amazing. Mr. Kichigi?

Okay. For the first time in two weeks, me and Baba are going to pinch our desks again and sit on the couch across from each other. Baba is in a good mood and enjoys the softness of jumping on a fuzzy couch.

It looks childish and suits you, but the toddler is regressing.

It seems to knock down the tension raised enough for toddlers to regress to the bottom of the ground, true, sorry.

I don't have good speech. But sincerity is possible. This is a small place to talk from the front. I locked the door of the room with my mind so that the group of students wouldn't come in in in case I made a mistake, put up a mental soundproofing barrier, and I cut the fire.

"Uh, that's why I called you this time."

"Uhm."

Baba stopped jumping, glittering Cui's eyes and embarked on herself. From all over my body: "Fun! There was an aura."

It's going to frustrate my heart.

Are you telling this Baba the truth? Isn't that too cruel? You should keep dreaming...

No, but if I leave you alone, I could die. I made up my mind.

"In conclusion, it's all jerking off. Demon kings and brave men are all match pumps. Sorry."

"Nya?"

"I don't know why, so let's talk in turn. It all started 10 years ago when I suddenly woke up supernatural."

I guess the vegetables came out, I explained everything at once to Baba, who groaned in her native language.

Baba was surprised at first, turning to staggering, and by the time he finished talking, his white skin was so intense that it turned bright red.

"- So this is how I protect my life,"

"Oh, you, ym, this, yo f kucu doiti! Csum csuerk cmohektfurer! Kufc! Kufc yo ssohlaue!

Baba kicked the couch and stepped on the desk before he finished talking and jumped at me, grabbing the chest barn and pushing it down and calling it all over.

I have no idea what you're talking about, but I can see that you're being grudgingly cursed. I spoiled and accepted the curse.

While I think it's like other HRs that it's a rough route or the most troublesome, I almost cry this way when I see tears in Baba's eyes sprinkled with spit.

Oh, oh, don't cry. I knew I shouldn't have told you.

But give me a break. I don't even want to die. All bad is reality like this shit. How could Baba have come to a world like this?

With Baba's arrival, the world is closed, and visitors from different worlds will never come again. Fantasy has turned down hope for fantasy.

Baba's stuck in a world like this shit, too. I can't get out again.

The worst. The worst overlaps the worst. The worst.

But let me tell you something. Listen to the words of a young man who is not even a tenth of you alive.

"I don't think it sounds like anything you say to Baba right now."

I grab Baba's face with both hands, screaming tired and weakly slapping me in the chest and cursing, and I look at her crying eyes from the front and say.

"This is the reality. Whether you wait or cry, nothing will change you. We just have to accept it and move on. We just have to win it ourselves."

Baba leaked another eggy curse and stared at me violently. I would have died three times if I had the ability to kill people just for staring at them.

But his eyes, trembling with terror, look straight back at the nausea coming from his sorrow, and eventually his eyes lose strength, and he falls down.

After a long, long silence, Baba retreated from above me and back on the couch.

"Exactly."

And Baba said, poking at the leaves of the branches inserted in her hair.

Asking how Baba is doing, I go back to the dreaded couch too.

"Maybe the eagle ran away from reality."

"Run away? No, you stood up to me."

Into a weak monologue without thinking.

It's hard to abandon your homeland, your status, your wealth, and go to another world. Baba faced a boring fucking reality in Baba's way. Praiseworthy.

But Baba shook his head.

"No. If you really want to face it without running, you should have worked hard in your own world. If there was nothing interesting in the world, we should have searched for company and made fun of it together. But the eagle, as far as the world was concerned, betrayed and abandoned. escaped. I didn't try to change the world, as Sapporo did."

"That's,"

"Don't be modest, take your praise honestly. No, I didn't expect them to notice mistakes at this age. It's not like I'm learning from a young tree."

There is no more color of anger in Baba, who calls it smudging.

Maybe he's just hiding his emotions well. But if I'm not an idiot who doesn't know how people feel, Baba is now sublimating anger and sadness with great speed and trying to move on.

"The time has come for eagles to face reality, too. I'm sorry I sprinkled it. Let's ask from the eagle. Let me turn to the mastermind with Sasako and Tsuki."

"Baba............!

I'm impressed by Baba, who wipes her tears. The former queen was not Dade.

When I get older, it becomes difficult to reflect. What a lot of people can't practice what a toddler learns by saying "apologizing if I'm wrong"? Kids honestly don't apologize, and even adults don't. It's a lie to learn as an adult. For poorly accumulating knowledge, there are a bunch of guys who try to reason or reverse guile and don't apologize at all. Pushing responsibility is an adult skill.

But Baba reflected on himself. I don't think Baba is bad, but Baba made me admonish myself.

I can still reflect and change when I'm 905. He's amazing.

I want to be such a badass.

The silver hair sitting on the sofa and finding the ideal jizzy statue in Loribava returned to me with the noise of the door of the room moving in a chatter.

Place a beat and the door opens with the unlocking noise. It was Tochigi in a red dress with plenty of frills and lace who came in. Strength is returning to the face that was being crushed.

"You were both here. I'm sorry, two weeks off..."

Mr. Tsuki of the Resurrection looked at us and hardened. I hardened up, too.

Lock up the Chamber and be alone. Lolibaba disturbed her sobbing clothes. Sofa and desk being kicked in an unnatural position by a rambling Baba.

There's a verse where I think of myself as a dead old woman herself. Baba has a face I don't understand, but I found my face to be cramped.

Circumstantial evidence, sucks. Impure heterosexual world I see right after heterosexual intercourse.

Mr. Tsuki took a step backwards, but stood still.

"Lorico... No, there's something going on, isn't there?

"Oh, oh. That's right. Listen to me."

Safe! I'm glad Mr. Tsuki is a calm man. Really good.

Then explain the situation to Mr. Tsuki and we will have a tripartite interview. When the three of us shared the information, Mr. Tsuki held his head.

"I want to say a lot, but I'll just make it one. If you want to draw Mr. Baba in, talk to him? Isn't it important?

"No, I thought it would be burdensome on Mr. Tsuki."

"It's a burden not to be consulted. I'm here for a time like this. Don't hesitate to tell me now."

"Uh, sorry."

"Good."

I just got a good story together and Baba pinched his mouth as he nibbled.

"This one, I've been trying to cheer up the weak Tsuki with a gift. Magic, sticky."

"Hey, shut up, baba."

"Oh, really? Glad to hear it."

Mr. Tsuki laughs like a flower. Oh, dazzling!

What the hell are you doing, baba! You're not smiling like a baba watching a young man's pageant!

"I'll look forward to your present. Seems like there was a lot going on while I was away, but first I'll have Mr. Babaa's nationality for the Principality of Marineland. Treat them as completed compulsory education in the flying class. Don't worry, even if you contact your home country, we will be able to match your back."

Mr. Tsuki just switched over and started talking, so I'll get on with it too.

"One from me, too. This is pretty much my habit or my sexuality, but I'm getting training fever again. I can't help but want to do PSI drive defense training. Damage is consumed when attacked by a PSI drive, but it feels like it's pierced through the defense. Neither deactivated nor transmitted. Penetration. If you repeat it dozens or hundreds of times, you may gain resistance to PSI drives. I may not be able to gain resistance because it's an attack from another world, but I want to try it anyway. Baba, please help me."

"Mm-hmm. Let me definitely do it. I'm interested to see how far eagle weapons can go to defend against the growth of that iron wall. Is it like being stung by a mosquito at the moment?

"No, it's about cut by Kamakiri. Do you have anything from Baba? You want me to do it, or you want to know this."

When asked, Baba thought a little and said.

"It bothers me that all the events so far have been outside pressure."

"External pressure?"

Mr. Tsuki repeated, Baba nodded.

"There are threats from the outside, enemies, to resist and destroy them. Such an event. I think it's a good event that's easy to understand and fun, but that's not all. We need internal pressure."

"Internal pressure......... inner enemy? Like a buddy break event or something?

"Uhm."

Oh, I don't know about that. A traitor or an internal division is an event with a secret society, but isn't it going to be a fun youth?

"Mr. Baba, we're not playing with Shota-kun and Langhua. I want you to have fun."

Tochigi-san spoke for my feelings, but Baba shook his head.

"Youth just for fun is brittle. Those who grow up looking only at external enemies are easily defeated by internal enemies. Smart, you need trouble to be a good adult. We can talk about it as a laughingstock when we grow up. It's the first time I've ever had a full youth that I've been able to do that, can you say?

Me and Mr. Tsuki roared together. It makes sense. No, Sanri... I feel like I have about five reasons.

Internal pressure? I see. I kinda hate it when you seem to show a dirty adult world to a young man who is young, but it doesn't taste good to let him send a pure culture youth who knows nothing about the dirty world and nest him defenselessly into a fucking real society. Distress encourages growth. I know. It's like digging into Shota-kun's defeat event. But hey. Even if you leave it alone anyway, you're going to push so much reality into distress and dying that you hate reality, even if you bother to prepare for distress... No, it's also going to make you tolerate real hard mode distress with gentle distress with a safety net... hmmm...

... Why are you acting like you're worried about parenting?

"I think I'm good. We need to adjust carefully so we don't create trauma."

"Uhm. Let's keep in mind. Brotherhood, no, it's not a back-cutter event. The backcutter will be a weasel. Less psychological damage than being betrayed by ancient ginseng trees or support."

"I wonder what Sasuke thinks."

The women were talking while I was thinking about it. Mr. Tsuki pointed the water at me and gave it back to me.

A back-cutter event?

It's troubling... well, okay!

It's not a bad idea to kick Baba's ass all of a sudden because he's new to the setup side. It's going to be a difficult event, but youth originally had tears and laughter in the first place. It wouldn't be bad if it were to produce "tears".

If that's the case, we'll do everything we can. Backcutter Event. My arm's ringing.