Apparently I Had A Supernatural Power.

If someone asked me whether I was a loner or a riajuu, I would have answered that I was a satisfied solo person.

(TN: For those of you who don’t know what is riajuu.
Riajuu = normies)

I didn't have a girlfriend.

I didn't have any friends either.

But that didn't mean my real life wasn't fulfilling.

Since elementary school, I had been playing my favorite game for more than two hours every day, eating my favorite snacks, getting excited about new releases of my favorite contents, singing karaoke by myself, and ordering and eating whatever I wanted at restaurants and cafes.

I spent time, effort, and money for myself without worrying about others, and I had been enjoying my life.

Instead, I was wondering what those people were fighting for when I saw them wasting their time, effort, and money on things they didn't like, like competing with each other for position, trying to avoid being a botch, or trying to earn likes on Instagram, as if they were elementary or junior high school students with no social status.

So I thought I was a solo person and a winner because my life was fulfilling even if I was alone.

But, I was bullied by them.

Each time I tried to fight back, I thought I was strong enough to do it.

However, in the autumn of my third year of junior high school, the people who had been witnessing the incident spoke the truth, and my homeroom teacher told me that if I did not apologize, he would not write a letter of recommendation for high school.

When I was forced to bow my head in the innocence of the charges, I realized that I was a loner.

* * *

One week after entering high school.

Thursday, April 12, 2040.

I was in fourth period math, and my attention was not on the blackboard or the math teacher, but on the MR screen in front of me.

The device I wore behind my ear was connected to the campus local network at all times.

The device displayed the same mathematical formulas as the MR blackboard.

When the math teacher operated the MR screen displayed on his hand, the MR image displayed overlaid on the blackboard was updated, and the MR screen displayed in front of each student's eyes was also updated.

In today's world of AR and MR technology, where wearable devices attached to the skin send electrical signals directly to the brain to compensate for the five senses, students no longer had to see the teacher's face or the blackboard.

And yet…….

“Well then, Okui, try to solve the next problem.”


Pointed by a male math teacher in his 30s, I stood up and read the problem.

Even with all these advances in science, schools would still not be remote, gathering students into the school building, making them take oral lessons in the same room as the teacher, and making them got up all the way to solve a problems.

It was a vice of adults to forget why it was necessary, to not think about it, to be delusional, and to try to cover and preserve something that was meaningless, with the two words [tradition] (伝統).

It would be a good thing if something changes 40 years from now, after all the adults in the current MEXT had retired.

“So X equals to—“

Just as I was about to give my answer, I felt a cold shock on my neck.

It was as if a block of ice had been inserted into my back through the collar of my shirt.

I screamed in a panic and arched my back instantly.

I wasn't just feeling like that.
This is real ice.

As everyone in the classroom laughed, I flapped my shirt and hurriedly pulled my shirt off my pants and grabbed the ice.

The surface of the ice had melted, and my wet shirt felt unpleasant against my skin.

There was only one idiot who would be stupid enough to do such a lowly thing.

I turned around vigorously, my brow furrowing vertically with anger.


The tall guy sitting in the back seat snickered, grinning coyly and smiling disgustingly.

“Ah? What is it, Okui? Why did you make a funny noise in class?”

“It's your fault!”

Bando didn't lose his composure when I opened my palm and pointed it out to him.
Rather, he was stifling an amused laugh in the back of his throat, as if it was just as planned.

“Hey, hey, not again, Okui.
Don't always make me out to be the bad guy like that.
Where's the proof that I put the ice in?”

“In all likelihood, it's your superpower, [Ice Kinesis].”

I raised my voice in protest, but Bando kept a cool face.

“Like-I-said, do you have any proof?”

Bando stood up, raising his voice in a mocking and rotten manner.

“You might have acted on your own by putting ice cubes you brought from home in your back during class.
Use your head a little more, hmm~?”


Bando was right, the ice in my back was of a shape and size that could have been made in a freezer ice case.

There was no evidence that Bando had used his ice kinesis to create it, and even as I was doing this, the only piece of evidence, the ice, was rapidly melting away, and was about to be automatically destroyed.

“You are so stupid that you treat people as if they are bad people without any proof.
You shouldn't make assumptions like that, Okui-cha~n.”

With a slightly threatening voice, Bando looked down at me from his tall stature.

It was quite intimidating to be looked down on by Bando, who was a tall, athletic, and versatile man.

Even though I wasn't short, the height difference between me and Bando seemed to be widening every year.

“Why should Ryogo Bando, the Ice Emperor, be bothered with a lowlife like you? Look at the person you're talking to and talk to them, you b***ard!”

“Since the first grade, the only time this happened to me was when you were around!”

“Sensei, Okui is making false accusations against me again.
I don't think this is right.”

This time, Bando made his voice fall flat and threw his judgment at the math teacher.

The math teacher furrowed his brow in annoyance and glared at me from behind his glasses.

“Okui, don't make a fuss in class.”


“There's no proof that Bando did it, is there? Besides, personal matters like that should be done during the break.
Enough about you.
Yoshimoto, solve the rest of the problems.”

As the other students stood up, Bando sat down with a victorious look on his face.

I, too, sat down, stifling my indignation at the unreasonable situation.
But I was no longer in the mood to take the class seriously.

* * *

When fourth period was over and it was time for lunch, I bought a croquette bread on the second floor store shelf and headed for the eating area on the terrace.

I thought about packing a lunch when I entered high school, but I didn't know what Bando and his friends would do if I kept such a thing in my bag.

For some reason, Ryogo Bando, that bad guy, and I had been in the same class for 10 years in a row since we were in the first grade of elementary school.

At the same time, it meant that this trashy school life had entered its tenth year.

And the teachers' only response was to consistently hold my head down.

To begin with, a teacher graduated from a college of education and worked at a school without going out into the world, and at the young age of 22, was addressed as [Sensei] by parents and guardians as old as their parents and children, and held a position of control over dozens of children under his/her supervision.
Moreover, he/she was a stable government employee with no demotion or pay cut.

As a result, the students, who were not familiar with society, became idiotic lords with a pretense of authority.

For teachers, any trouble between students was a hassle that increases their workload, and they did nothing more than silence students who were in a weak position, with an emphasis on cost performance.

Incidentally, those who became teachers because they admire passionate teacher dramas might be troublesome in another sense.
Because their brains were made up of drama-related.

‘Bando-kun is just clumsy and really wants to be your friend!’

‘Can't you trust your fellow classmates!?’

‘All right! Then play with Bando! Then perhaps you will understand each other better!’

and so on.
My head hurts.

The terrace seats overlooking the large courtyard were crowded again today.

I weaved my way between the white round tables lined up on the wooden floor to find an empty seat and managed to find an empty table in the back.

Today is my lucky day.

But I couldn't eat the croquette bread in a good mood after the incident with Bando.

My head was full of boiling anger, my throat was full of pent-up frustration, and I couldn't even taste the croquette bread.

—I'm going to spend the next three years in the same school as that idiot.

Just thinking about it made my head feel heavy and uncomfortable, as if my brain were petrified.

Ryogo Bando was the worst human being I could think of.

He was arrogant, sarcastic, and loved to harass others.
His personality was twisted like a jungle gym, and he forced [me] and [others] to follow his script and thought as though he had the authority to do so.

He was a man who lives up to his “self-centered, ptolemaic theory,” not the “earth-centered, geocentric theory”.

–Furthermore, how could a man like him be born with [supernatural power]?

 As of 2040.
It was said that one in every 100 people in the world will be born with supernatural abilities.

More than a decade ago, young children with supernatural powers were found all over the world, they became popular among the general public, and a huge supernatural power boom took place.

However, as more and more supernatural people were found, the extraordinary became the ordinary, the popularity of supernatural people disappeared, and supernatural ability became a kind of individuality, just like left-handed people and people with natural perms.

In some countries and regions, supernatural persons were persecuted or worshipped, but in Japan, it depended on the person themselves.

In fact, some people were bullied, but Bando maintained his position as the leader of the men's group since his elementary school days.

—Is he like that because of his supernatural ability, or is his originally distorted personality exacerbated by his supernatural ability? …No, I'm sure it's the latter.

Naturally, my gaze drifted to the side.

Among the large group using two tables, the one being treated like a soothing idol was a dazzling beauty with long black hair in a half up.

Calm and mature.
Her voice was soft, and her large, flirty eyes were so friendly that one could almost be forgiven for being taken in by her.

There was no one who could look at her and not catch her eye.

Even some girls with a strong desire for self-expression, who felt they had to be the best, would be left with a sense of defeat.

Miina Uchimine.

She was a first-year student in the same class as me.

She was the most beautiful girl in the school, and all the boys were longing to d

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