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Because Haoran-kun went and yanked *all* the water out of the Pacific Ocean, I had no choice but to suspend my interference in the secret-organization battle and pour every last resource I had into dealing with the secondary disasters caused by the drainage.
This was *not* the time to sit around watching an esper battle and squealing with excitement. If left alone, this would escalate into a civilization-ending catastrophe.

I’m not an environmental scientist, nor am I a genius—but even so, a rapid-fire list of completely unfunny damage scenarios flashed through my mind in an instant. The sheer scale of it made me nauseous and dizzy.
Mass death of deep-sea life!
Mega-tsunamis hundreds of meters tall!
Collapse and rupture of oceanic plates!
Worldwide earthquakes!
Superplumes!
Explosive vaporization of methane hydrates!
Not just humanity—Earth itself would be torn to shreds!

Using clairvoyance to look down at the planet, it seemed the drained area had a radius of roughly 3,000 kilometers. Centered on Haoran-kun, the Pacific’s water had risen into the air, exposing the seabed, while the lifted seawater formed a gigantic sphere so large it could be mistaken for a small asteroid. Areas that barely escaped the gravity-reversal zone had become sheer blue walls of seawater, which were already starting to collapse and avalanche downward, about to turn into despairingly massive tsunamis.

First, fix the seawater so no tsunami forms—At the same time, pin down the seabed to prevent bedrock collapse—How much force do I need? Recreate water pressure—wait, how much *is* water pressure again!? Ocean currents—rescue fishing boats and cruise ships caught up in this—migratory birds and airplanes getting dragged in!? And I need to do something about the seafloor organisms *now* or the ecosystem will be completely wrecked—
UUUOOOOGGGHHHHHH…!!!!!!! My brain’s gonna explode…! In theory, I can do this! I *have* the power and the skills to handle this situation! But my head can’t keep up! What do I do? Where do I even start!?

“Calm down. Trust me—do exactly as I say, okay?”
“…Yeah. I’m counting on you.”

A sudden presence behind me, and a familiar, beautiful voice.
The chaos in my mind settled, replaced by a sense of omnipotence filling my body.
Right. Alone, neither of us have enough power—brainpower.
That’s why we’re here together. The two of us!

During the stopped time, I rattled off everything I knew to Shiori as fast as I could. She combined that with her own knowledge and made rapid decisions. I followed her instructions, using telekinesis to deal with the drastic environmental changes assaulting the Pacific.
I ran the spare PSI Drives at full capacity, and just in case, I poured telekinetic power into the bones I’d brought out from the magic castle to support parallel processing.

And then—right in front of me, while I was spinning at full speed just trying to keep up—the Atlantis ruins I had painstakingly built piece by piece were obliterated by a single gigantic man who came crashing down like a meteor.
A thunderous explosion! A shockwave! Earth and debris scattering everywhere!

“…Huh? W-wait—”
“Standing around like that—pretty confident, aren’t you, Yaku!”

Calling out my old alias, the man burst out of the crater, cutting through the dust cloud as he charged straight at me.

O-O-OYABUUUUNNNNN—!!!
No, you’ve got it wrong! It’s not like I’m smugly giving you the initiative or anything!
I’m desperately flailing around trying to stop planetary collapse and human extinction!
I know it *looks* like I’m just standing here spacing out, but—

A fist clenched so hard, so solid, so tough, it swung through the air and smashed into my barrier. The blow easily exceeded the speed of sound; air friction ignited it, whipping up crimson flames, with even violet lightning dancing around it.
It’s so hot it’s turned into plasma!? What kind of punch *is* that!? This isn’t just meathead strength—his *soul* is muscle at this point!
If that had hit anyone but me, there wouldn’t even be a corpse left. Instant annihilation.
But since it was me, I didn’t even budge.

“Next, we’ll slowly lower the extracted seawater back down—but the points we need to watch out for are—”

Shiori, whom I was shielding behind me, spoke calmly, as if the monster in front of us didn’t even exist.
That absolute trust is burning hot. Leave it to me. Even if the entire world turns against us, I won’t let a single scratch reach Shiori. No one can break through my barrier.

Oyabun, as Oyabun as he is, is fully committing to my little farce in his own Oyabun way. That’s just the kind of person Oyabun is.
Sure, I resent him for blowing up the Atlantis ruins I worked so hard to design and build right after their debut. And sure, he *shouldn’t* be able to properly activate his enhancement abilities due to lingering damage from our previous fight, yet he’s unleashing an inexplicably ridiculous super-powered rush—but well, well, well.
Just give me a little more time.
The gap in our abilities is now impossible to bridge no matter what, but even so—a man-to-man fight with Oyabun, and a showdown between secret-organization leaders, still makes my heart race.

From behind, Shiori reached out and wiped away a nosebleed I hadn’t even noticed with a handkerchief.
I hadn’t realized. Brain, mind, body, psychic powers—I don’t know which, but I’d clearly pushed myself way too hard. This is bad. I need to finish everything before I collapse.

Using telekinesis, I forcibly dragged down the massive block of seawater that had been floating under supergravity, and carefully poured it back into the gaping hole in the Pacific, evening it out as I went. For now, that would do.
Of course, it wasn’t perfectly restored. The seawater was thoroughly churned, ecosystems scrambled, and ocean currents severed. It would all need time and careful after-the-fact treatment. But the damage had been minimized.

This is something I can be proud of—no, even if someone told me not to boast and to reflect instead, I’d still be proud.
Because—because! Amazingly! After *all of this*—not a single country has been destroyed!
And within the range I observed, while there were people choking on seawater, vomiting it back up, or passing out from sudden high pressure, there were miraculously no deaths. Our precautions and rapid response paid off.

…Still, that was close. Closer than anything I’ve ever dealt with. If something on this scale happened again, I honestly don’t know if I could handle it.
Since the founding of the secret organization, espers have grown more numerous, stronger, and larger in scale every year. Any more than this is beyond control. I’d been thinking of drawing a line once Touka-chan and Shouta-kun entered university—but in terms of my own limits, maybe this really is the right time.

The Pacific Ocean has returned. Shiori, Oyabun, and I stand atop a massive iceberg that formed while we weren’t looking. All around it, espers are fighting. Some are down, others are trading blows with their powers.
It was one hell of an incident—but we managed.

All right. Let’s continue—