May, the 13th.
It was just an ordinary daydream. So, I assumed that when I woke up, I wouldn't remember a thing about this dream. --I was surrounded by guys dressed in black, and they kept ordering me around. --You're the referee, you have the right and the responsibility to watch over everything. Referee? As in sports or something? That was stupid, I thought, and scoffed. Even if they had knives, I wasn't scared. First of all, I was in a dream, and secondly, I had powers that normal humans don't have. If they tried to attack me by force, I could use my powers to――repel them. So, there was nothing to be afraid of.
"…… Ugh."
…When I woke up, I was in an ordinary park that I often saw on the way to and from school. Around one-eighth the size of the schoolyard, there was a standard playground with a slide, monkey bars, and a sandbox. It was nine o'clock in the evening. The clock in the park was unreliable, so I checked my watch.
"What on earth was I doing---?"
I muttered as I got up from the bench. I wondered how long I had been sleeping in a place like this. First, I recalled my most recent memory--. ...Ah, that's right. I was on my way home from cram school. I attend cram school every Monday and Friday. On the way back home, I had stopped to rest, feeling tired and enjoying the May night breeze. When you become a second-year high school student, you're at an age where you don't want to go home. Even if you do go home, you're alone.
"--Phew."
Well, it's okay. To summarize, I just fell asleep on a bench in the park on my way home from cram school. If I were a high school girl, it wouldn't be surprising if I was attacked by a molester, I thought to myself, snorting. As I stood up, I checked my smartphone, and there were no new calls or messages.
"I guess I'll head home--"
I don't have many friends. I've had three girls confess their love to me since I was born, so I'm pretty good looking, I'm a decent student, and I'm average at sports. But I do have a few flaws.
For one, I’m lacking in communication skills. Also, I have a bit of a nasty personality and a slight tendency to be perverted.
It's almost impossible for me, who always acts efficiently, to survive in a social environment like school. Yet, I can’t skip out on this process if I want to become a 'proper adult.'
(I suppose this ability might also be considered a 'flaw' in a sense.)
I direct my right hand towards the school bag lying at my feet.
It’s an ordinary, unremarkable right hand.
I focus my consciousness and pour mental energy into it.
Everything is abstract and ambiguous.
The clarity of the mental image is key, and even a small lapse in concentration can greatly increase the chance of failure.
--Swoosh
The school bag rises as if it is being sucked into my palm. Slowly but surely, it rises without swaying left and right, like a carefully designed elevator. I grab the school bag that has risen and sling it over my shoulder. Feeling a twisted sense of superiority at my own ability, I laugh to myself and start walking away from the park.
(I'm not normal.)
That’s right. I possess a special ability that ordinary people do not have.
It's called telekinesis. The ability to materialize mental energy and interact with objects in the real world.
I don't use my special ability to do bad things like in novels and manga. I only use it occasionally, like this, for my own satisfaction. --I also have one more special ability.
The secret to that ability is hidden in these eyes of mine…
"Huh? What is that--?"
In the corner of the park--. A crimson glow that I could tell at a glance was not of this world was emanating. A tasteless purple pattern was drawn on the ground--resembling a magic circle--and a crimson glow was standing on top of it. What is that? First, I need to calm down. I told myself that and poured mental energy into my eyes.
My field of vision was then dyed a digital-like green - and I was able to perceive all kinds of objects as information.
I can’t understand everything in detail. What I can observe is only a rough outline.
"Hm...?! I've never seen anything like this before..."
The crimson radiance. --No, the Crimson Beautiful Girl. Her hair was in a ponytail that emitted a dazzling crimson light. She was wearing what seems to be a custom-fitted, lightweight blouse that clings perfectly to her beautiful figure, paired with a pleated skirt.
It was so tight that I was worried that if she stretched her large breasts even a little, the buttons would pop off.
Her well-toned legs are covered in shiny black stockings. …The unusual sheen suggests they might be made from a material that gives them a glossy appearance.
The crimson haired beautiful girl, with an attractive body as a woman - no, as a female, opened her eyes.
Soon, the pattern at her feet fades, the purple radiance ceases, and tranquility returns to the park.
"...You're..."
The beautiful girl put her hand to her neck, touching a pendant that was there. Then, a slight wind blew, and a crimson sword appeared in the beautiful girl's hand.
"!"
I was horrified, but not at the sudden phenomenon that had just happened. --That woman had taken the lives of many people... dozens, no, hundreds... close to thousands. I instinctively sensed it and checked the information with my eyes again, confirming that my suspicion was correct. I don't know the exact numbers, but... she has killed a lot. ...... She's no ordinary person.
With just my trivial special ability meant for mere self-satisfaction, I’m no match for her.
I don’t even understand why I’m being targeted. Determined to escape, I started running towards the park’s exit—only to find, for some reason, that she was now right in front of me.
"You... ...are you, my enemy?"
The crimson sword cut through the May sky. Before I could inhale the sweet scent of the beautiful girl, the smell of rusty iron polluted the clear air.
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