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

After the psychic awakening, the results of a survey that took a week to enter "Mindfulness" revealed the background of a valuable space-based capability person.

Narrow space, 75 years old is a solitary old man. It has been a long time since he resigned from his position as general manager of a major seedling company, and he focuses on Otani Frontier Tower, a tower apartment in Daejeon District, where he runs his second life in old age.

My wife was in the other world four years ago. My son and grandson don't see each other easily because they live in Okinawa, and it seems that it's about New Year's Eve to face each other.

I get the impression that Mr. Naruma's appearance is old wood. If he's 75, he can't help it, but his face and belly are full of wrinkles. My hands and feet are always pulp trembling (which seems to be a common symptom in old people called essential tremors) and my taste is dull year after year. But even in old trees, they are not dead trees, muscles hide beneath wrinkles and saggy skin, spines are well stretched and footsteps are not lost.

All-backed gray hair is plentiful, but this is a hair transplant effect. Dressed loosely in a beige suit, a relaxing walk with a cane reminds me of the word old gentleman.

It's not a particularly eye-catching look or outfit, but he's a lovely grandfather who would have liked it if he were this old.

…… the appearance.

I checked it out and found out, but the truth is, Mr. Naruma was a hell of a lookout.

It's also a complete pleasure to live in a tower apartment as expensive as an asshole that costs as much as 40 million yen for 2LDK. I live alone and completely spared, and one room is turned into a whole garbage dump.

The room where guests enter is decorated with sprinkled ornamental plants, and the piano is placed in this view, and the installation and cleaning of a large screen plasma TV is indispensable, but the unseen places are not good.

The residence is not the only place where 20 million yen German luxury cars are usually dusted into the garage. Just before I go to see a distant friend, I polish and get in shape, wear minor scratches on purpose, and even dress like I'm riding around from time to time.

I've never been to Tianyado, but I'm a gold member of some fancy bars, and I have an intimacy there with some of the celebrities that I occasionally watch on TV, and if I look at each other, I drink and bicker. On the other hand, I don't drink a drop of alcohol at home. The truth is, he doesn't like alcohol. He looks like he's 100% brilliant and goes to the bar.

He's a good old man, but he has muscle because he lied to his grandson, "I used to take a bunch of gold medals with an athlete," and started training with his head after he looked good, and he had already blown up the lottery winning amount he bought for his retirement anniversary, which was the starting point for repairing his decency, and his ledger balance was always flying low, and I had seen him walk home a few hours tobotobo because he had lost his train rent because he screwed the bills on the fundraiser with his door face on the go.

Mr. Naruma always looks good without thinking ahead and struggles with matching.

He's such a stunning old man, but he's not really that rare a race.

Similar look-alike men occasionally did when looking for deputy secretaries before the establishment of the secret society, and I have seen a chill in my tower apartment history over the past few weeks.

As much as some people owe money to their relatives to make them look good after degrees, and hate them and break themselves up, Mr. Sakama, who is not close to his family and is not in debt, is more of a healthy category.

Mr. Naruma looks just fine because he's wearing it, and he looks good because he's looking good. Naturally.

Human beings tend to look good. That's a cool brush box for elementary school students to show off to their friends, a shiny five-stage variable speed bike for junior high school students, and girls in particular become enthusiastic about collecting brands if they become high school students. Mr. Naruma can also be said to be just on that extension line.

Sometimes they look good, spend money without thinking about it later, and impulsively lie, but they never cross the line like they owe money or hurt people. I bought related magazines on a whim as much to keep up with the topic or as much psychic related news as I did, and I don't seem to particularly like them, but I don't see any particular disgust. It will be enough.

I already know enough about the fear of society at my age, so getting superpowers doesn't make me proud to go around for a look. Even when he won the lottery for 300 million yen, he didn't seem to play anything but his own.

Character screening is clear. Mr. Naruma seems fine with giving him his psychic powers.

For this reason, solicitation begins.

I've already woken up to the Dimensional Muscle Fiber (Universal Comea) a week ago, so Mr. Naruma can always use it if he wants to use his psychic powers. "You can use your psychic powers, try them," you'll realize you're psychic.

If you invite me to a secret society on top of that, I'll definitely eat it. I may pretend to be reluctant, but I will eventually eat it.

Because of his personality, he saved Tokyo's crisis many times and refused to join a secret society that boasted global visibility. Results theory, but it's good to be famous.

However, even if we set up exciting solicitation events like the one we did for Langhua and Shoutaku, they may not shake our hearts at our age and only stir up fear or cause us to shiver. It would be best to talk and solicit without difficulty.

It's not a bad idea to camouflage across calm contacts around here because all the encounters with the members of the secret society are dramatic events, because they are man-made and unnatural.

Well.

On a hot, humid tropical night in July, I stood in front of room 1301 of the Omori Frontier Tower. The security lock at the entrance to the apartment required a card key and could not be broken, so he flew through the sky with his mind and went directly into the hallway on the 13th floor from the outside.

Rubbing his face around, he made the top surface of the Buddha, and when the intercom rang, Mr. Sakama opened the door without any footsteps and no appearance of facial confirmation over the camera. Suspicious people usually get caught up in the security of the apartment entrance, so they can't even be accidental.

Seeing me as I didn't even know him, and I didn't look like a delivery guy, Mr. Naruma blinked and said gently in a slightly squeamish, sinister voice.

"Hmm? Good evening. Excuse me, but I don't think you're in the wrong room?

"No."

I shook my head sideways and answered as I canned a notebook that stuck in my pocket with my mind.

"It's not a mistake. Narrow space, 75 years old. From the village of Kouri, Okutama Town, graduate of the twentieth term of the Faculty of Agriculture, Mito University. He retired from Mita Seedlings Co. fifteen years ago, his wife left the world four years ago, and his son and his wife live in Okinawa. Won 300 million yen in the Dream Big Lottery purchased for retirement and bought an apartment. The friendship is wide, shallow and pays well, and they say that they have sufficient real estate income, but because the combined pension amount is only 300,000 yen per month's income and the spending is intense, the savings have been constantly bottoming out for the past few years - today's lunch is just three slices and pickled plum tea."

I know about you at first hand. I was trying to show you information advantages in an appeal and take negotiations in your favor, but the reaction was other dull thoughts.

I don't know what you think on the inside, but I don't see any upset, at least on the surface.

Mr. Naruma laughed furiously and muttered with a translational face.

"I see. Detective, huh? Is that why you finally grabbed the tail of the case?

No.

What is it? You don't have a case like that. Don't hit the big guy with a spinal cord reflex.

As funny as the hardened Buddha top surface is to crack, and I'd love to get on with a frightening dialogue, but then I can't go on.

"No. Let's just get straight to it, we need to talk about psychic powers."

I put a brand new dog tag out of my chest pocket with my mind and let it float in front of Mr. Naruma so that I could see the sun markings in the sky.

"Oops!?... I see, was that you? Come on in, Noon thought the time would come."

He let me through again in a majestic stand-up while texting, but I didn't miss hearing that he leaked for a second, did I?

Sakama-san behaved like this by giving me a good view of the labels and packaging of tea and tea treats that seemed expensive in the dining room. And then he flickers at my complexion with his seeping doya face. Well, I'm a common face, I'm a common man, I'm a T-shirt and jeep, and I guess I thought I could take a mount if I offered a fancy item.

But true celebrities (Duke or Grand Duke) don't bother to show off their luxury stuff. Because those people are unconscious that luxury goods are luxury goods, they treat all 100-yen shop confectionery assortment and shipyard luxury confectionery the same way.

Don't hesitate to sip tea and eat cookies and tell a cover story.

"Mr. Naruma, you're about to wake up to psychic powers. As you know, superpowers are supernatural abilities like FK (Freezing Night) freezing abilities and BG (Burning Girl) flaming abilities.

When I wake up to those superpowers, I wake up with a black muddy monster... commonly known as' The Darkness of the World 'and become targeted for my life. Do you know the darkness of the world? It is a dangerous being embodied in mankind's desire for violence. He appears in an invisible place, attacking and devouring the psychic and those whose qualities are about to awaken, and building his strength. That's how super water polo grew and nearly destroyed Tokyo. "

"Oh, I know. It is well known among the people of Non."

Mr. Naruma will get a hand in it. Stop lying like you exhale.

"In order not to feed the darkness of the world, but to rid the darkness of the world, I want Mr. Naruma to build up his psychic abilities and strength as soon as possible. At least to the extent that you can defend yourself, if you will, to the extent that you are counted as a force of war."

"Hmm."

Mr. Naruma, sitting opposite me across the sandalwood table, overwhelmingly gaveled, staring at me and stroking his jaw slowly. It's majestic.

Watching it this way only makes me look like a retired skilled politician or something. Even if I know what's inside, I'm going to be fooled. We're trying to fool each other right now.

"But it is painful to impose a tough battle on the old man. That's why I've got two options.

One goes into a secret society, wears psychic powers under my guidance, and embraces the fight against the darkness of the world.

The other is that I interfere with the source of the psychic powers and erase them, and instead of being able to use the psychic powers again, they won't even be targeted by the darkness of the world.

And since the existence of darkness in the world depends on the subconscious of mankind, if the truth of psychic powers is spread, the darkness in the world may be awakened and strengthened by psychic powers. So whichever you choose, let me enforce confidentiality. "

Mr. Naruma opened his mouth and closed it. I dropped my gaze and thought about it for a while, I said.

"Can I ask you a question?

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

"You're IT Invisible Titan, right?

"Some call it that."

"Well, you say it the way you like it."

They laughed.

Can you tell me about the Thameis? I'll bust you, Jizzy! Don't get on with it! I'm gonna punch an old man's paper diaper in the tank!

"Is the Japanese government paying attention to this?

"No. The darkness of the world is of a nature that becomes frantic when exposed to human fear. Those who know the truth have been chosen (,,,) better narrow it down to a few."

"I see, that must make sense"

I am satisfied just to say it in a way that tickles my mind a little bit.

Choro or not, but there was nothing to be alarmed about when he floated, and then he asked me a few points, even the part where I stuck quite a bit. Are there no outbursts of psychic powers, or the intensity of the world's darkness, the frequency with which combat occurs, or the number, composition, and activities of secret societies?

I answered the question without any problems, and some deliberately said, "I can't answer now".

He finished asking what he wanted to hear. Mr. Naruma thought about it again. The room with solid soundproofing is very quiet when no one is talking, and only the sound of the column clock is singing out the silence of the night in solitude.

I waited until my second hand went around ten, but I remained silent and didn't move at all. I don't mind worrying about anything, and I can carry the answer over to a later date, but then I want you to say yes.

"Uh, let's get back to it later. But I can't wait months. Please respond as soon as possible."

"You don't have to, Titan. Let us cooperate in the fight against the darkness of the world with a tiny force. But. One. Just one, let's correct it."

Sakama-san stood up and offered me his hand and asked me to shake it.

"You told Non you had psychic qualities, but that's not true. It was sealed (,,,,,). The last time I used my abilities was on the battlefield of Hell in Saigon... No, let's not talk about this. I thought we'd never fight again."

What are you talking about, this guy?

"... from what I've checked, Mr. Naruma doesn't have any experience traveling overseas."

"Naturally, it's not on the record. Officially."

"Yes."

If you want to move so old strong, that's fine already. Vain to know Haribote, but this is it.

"Non is a retired old soldier from a long time ago, but he still can't beat the young ones. Finally, we have to re-sharpen our rusty abilities. Three months, no, a month. I want time. By then, I will regain my strength."

"Okay. I teach you how to train your abilities."

"I don't need it. There is a way of doing it. Nothing to worry about."

I shook hands with Mr. Naruma, who was so full of confidence, I handed him a dog tag as a sign that the secret society belonged to Tianzhao, and I left the apartment.

When she jumped off the thirteenth floor and asked him how he was doing with his mindful thousand eyes in the night breeze, Mr. Naruma also collapsed as he slipped against the wall of the front door, holding his head and saying a bump.

"Psychic...? What the hell am I supposed to do...? It's like I don't know what to do. Let it be at least two months... Ugh..."

I knew.

Well, even in our own way, we can do basic training, and if you want to keep an eye out and do it alone, that's fine. Let's go see how it goes in a week or so.

Jizzy, hang in there. Super good luck.