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First off, for safety’s sake, I contacted Baba and had her arrange the Japanese-made former-terrorist squad. After that, I immediately moved to make contact with Medu-chan.
As usual, the plan was to stage a dramatic encounter with an esper and the World Shadow.
And since I had the chance, I decided to fulfill one dream I’d always wanted to try but never got the chance.

That day, Marlstān’s capital, Arinātaya, was blessed with clear skies. The dry, hot wind and blazing sun turned the asphalt into a sizzling frying pan. A jumble of sun-dried brick houses and concrete hotels and apartments formed the streetscape, the mix of old and new embodying the chaotic wave of a developing era. But bullet holes in walls and charred military-conscription posters cast a stark, grim shadow over it all.

Amid that scenery—
A single child darted through the crowd, weaving between a woman balancing a basket of fruit on her head and a white-bearded man with a rifle slung over his shoulder.
Their head was completely wrapped in a scarf, making it hard to tell their gender… Or so I’d like to say. But after an hour and a half of watching with my telekinetic clairvoyance, I already knew.
She was none other than the leader of the Arinātaya Liberation Front, the beautiful deserter soldier girl, Medu Sagrogo (14, female).

“Stop, you little brat! Thief! Thiiief! Somebody catch that runt!”

A butcher uncle, red in the face and meat cleaver in hand, gave chase as Medu-chan ran. She stuffed a chain of linked sausages into her clothes while sprinting.
Yep. Theft. The “ooh you’re in trooouble, I’m telling the teacher!” jingle flashed in my mind—but school had collapsed long ago. If I recall, for the past three years classes had officially been “home study” under the state of emergency.
To steal three years of school life from kids? That’s unforgivable.

So—forced school event time.

I’d been tailing her for an hour and a half with clairvoyance, waiting on street corners for the chance. When the moment came, I bit into a slice of bread and dashed out.

*Oh no, I’m late! Late, late, late! My name is Sago Kinomitsu! Just your average, everyday strongest telekinetic in the entire universe! Today I’m sprinting through the Middle East to deliver psychic youth to a beautiful resistance girl! But—oh no! Before I can collide with her at the corner, Medu-chan’s about to get caught normally! What’s gonna happen now~!?*

…Yeah. Sorry, good butcher uncle. I’ll have you trip your feet thanks to some mysterious power. Maybe a crack in the asphalt. With the city hammered by conflict, gunfights, and urban warfare, road repairs haven’t exactly been a priority. Scary, huh?

And then—

*Don☆*

I ceremoniously collided with Medu-chan at the corner. She alone toppled over. I quickly flopped back a beat late, pretending to fall on my butt. Forgot to factor in the weight difference between an adult and a kid. Of course this would happen.

“Ow! Geez, what’s—”
“Tch! Old man, you’re in the way! Move it, trash, die!”

With a sharp click of her tongue, Medu-chan spat that out in smooth English, then without hesitation used me as a springboard, vaulted onto a wall, and disappeared into the backyard of a house.
The butcher uncle ran up late and demanded if I’d seen the masked kid. I pointed the other way, and he bolted off.
I waved him off, stood up, and munched on my bread.

………
*Man this is BRUTAL!!*

*I’m fifteen years too late to be doing this. It just turned into a collision with an awkward old man.*
*She wasn’t pretending—she flat-out cursed at me. Sparkle factor: minus infinity.*

*Sorry I wasn’t a dashing prince.*
*Sorry I was just some obstacle old guy.*
*Sorry I was trash…*

Now I’m just weighed down with guilt for shoving a kid. Transfer-student scenarios are for teenagers, not for grown-a̲s̲s̲ men. If Shiori had done it, maybe it would’ve worked. Me? Completely out.
Why did I ever think “maybe I can pull this off”? Of course I couldn’t. I want to punch the me from three minutes ago.

Already I wanted to call for Shiori’s help. But she’s busy recruiting a branch head too. This isn’t even dangerous, just humiliating.
Well, whatever.
Let’s keep the staged events rolling…

With the help of my psychokinesis, I dashed at high speed and cut Medu-chan off to reach Arinātaya Liberation Front’s headout. The base was an old abandoned weapons factory on the outskirts, guarded by kids with rifles.
I tried to bribe them with candy, but they only spoke the local language, no English. When I struggled to explain, they just opened fire.
Bullets pinged harmlessly off the barrier that constantly enveloped my body.
Man, ever since I started overseas work, people just won’t stop shooting me.

Even if it doesn’t hurt, it’s not exactly pleasant. So I floated the kid’s gun with telekinesis, crushed it to dust, and—yeah. He froze, mouth agape, then quietly wet himself, a puddle spreading under his feet.
*Eh? Is it that scary? …I mean, I guess it is that scary. That was definitely something monstrous.*

“Relax, I’m an ally. Uh, want some candy?”
“!!??”

When I pulled New York souvenir candy from my pocket, the kid screamed and bolted deeper into the hideout.
*Wow, terrifying, am I? Can I even make friends here?*

I let myself into the hideout, sat down on a little chair, and waited for Medu-chan. The Liberation Front kids peeked at me from behind sofas and old machines. They were all between the ages of 10 and 16, and wore worn military uniforms or shirts with visible stitching. Maybe a bit on the skinny side, but their complexions were good and they weren’t dirty.
That was thanks to Medu-chan. She managed to keep them fed, washed, and in clean clothes. Respect.

When I beckoned them with candy, they scattered. So I sat idle for a few minutes until Medu-chan returned, mask off. Immediately, the other kids brightened, rushed to her, pointed at me, and all spoke at once.
She frowned, sharp eyes on me. No hint of surprise at the intruder sitting calmly in her base. Just composure and authority. Fourteen years old and already this much presence—her future’s promising.

After listening to her comrades, she came over, accepted a heavy rifle from one of them, and with practiced ease flicked the safety off, ready to fire.

“We met earlier… State your name and affiliation.”

Despite the age and size difference, her commanding tone had the weight of experience.
Medu-chan wasn’t shouting, but her voice was clear, resonant, and lingered in the ear. The kind of voice you remember after hearing once. No wonder the military made her their poster girl.

“I am known as Invisible Titan. I belong to a secret organization that battles the World Shadow. I came here drawn by the power you unconsciously emit.”
“Hah—? Don’t spout such—”

Her anger flared as she leveled the rifle at me—only to gape when the barrel twisted like noodles and bent itself into the letters “TRUE.”

“I’ll get straight to the point. Medu Sagrogo—you have the potential for psychic power. If you wish, I’ll help draw it out, train it, and I ask you to lend that power to the fight for world peace.”

Medu-chan stood still, no response..

“It’ll mean fighting foes even more dangerous than you’ve ever faced before. But I guarantee your life will be easier. Well? What do you say?”

Still silence.
Hmm. Maybe I should explain more.

“No one knows what kind of power you’ll awaken to. But you know my comrades and me, right? You should understand—psychic powers are vast, varied, and unequal. Have you ever imagined what you would do if you ever awakened your psychic power? If I had *that* ability, I’d do *this.* If I had *this* one, I could do *that.* I promise you—those daydreams can become reality.
“Of course, it comes with a risk. You’ll be hunted by what we call the World Shadow—monsters born from human violent urges. They attack civilians too, but especially target psychics or those with potential, consuming them to grow stronger. Left unchecked, they evolve, gain diverse powers, and can turn into giants like the one in the Super Water Sphere incident. That’s why we—hey, are you even listening?”

Not a single peep came out of her. I tried to dish out some responses, but none. Nada.
I waved my hand in front of her face. It’s blank.

Looking closer, Medu-chan was standing stock-still, eyes rolled back, passed out. Her mouth slack, drool threatening.

Yikes?!
Wait, so I’d been talking to an unconscious girl this whole time!?
Why, of all things, would you collapse standing up, like some symbol of courage and grit—in *this* lame scene!? I’ve seen plenty of strange situations these past years, but this was my first time watching someone faint on their feet.
It didn’t sit right, but with no other choice, I slapped her cheeks to wake her up.

“Hey. Wake up. Hey.”
“!? Th-thank you! Ah, um, I—I love you! I’ve always loved you this whole time!!!”

Snapping awake, Medu-chan clutched her cheeks, blurted thanks—and suddenly confessed.
A confession…a confession!??
No, wait. That can’t possibly be it. She’s just a huge Invisible Titan fan. That’s what she meant. What do you think the age gap is here?

“Thanks.”
“‘Thanks’!? You mean yes!? You’ll really marry me!?”
“Hmm!?”

Medu-chan flushed, grabbed my arm, pressed herself close, breathing hard.
Wait, wait—so she meant *that* kind of confession!? Or… which kind of confession is this!?

“Ahem. I seem to have misled you. When I said that, I didn’t mean—”
“Ahhh, I’m so happy—this feels like a dream! A dream! A dream!? No, it’s real! Haa, haa—ahh, so this is what you smell like! I’ll never forget this scent as long as I live!!!”

She buried her face in my dusty clothes and inhaled deeply.
I recoiled. I looked around for help. But all the kids watching from afar were recoiling too.

*What the hell do I do?*
*This girl is three times more unhinged than the intel said!*