142 – Everyday life is changing little by little (2)
“Wait a minute here!”
“Yes? Ah yes….”
I immediately left the Hawkeye Hero office and headed to where the bike was parked.
I contacted the author and asked him to prepare a sensory synchronization device, and got on the motorcycle.
ㅡ Go!
With a sound close to the cheers of the grid, the motorcycle idling scratched the floor, and in an instant the body was shot forward.
Isn’t this getting caught for speeding?
ㅡ You are driving within the range of not violating the legal speed limit!
Is that so?
No matter how you look at it, it seems faster….
The grid has now been carefully controlled to the extent that I can move my eyes.
It seems that operating a motorcycle was too easy for such a grid.
At most, I wanted to watch motorcycle riding videos on the Internet and tinker with motorcycles by myself for a while, but I’m at this level before I know it.
ㅡ … You can do this too!
With that said, Grid began performing tricks by lifting the front wheel of the motorcycle.
ㅡ Willida! Heh heh!
It reminded me of the children at the daycare center who happily received the presents we bought.
Even though it was the same strange smile as usual, I felt somewhat at ease.
ㅡ Over there.
Grid headed to the underground parking lot indicated by the GPS, and soon a secret door to the headquarters opened.
As we went inside, the secret door closed again as if nothing had happened.
ㅡ Big!
Grid slowly slowed down, showing a reaction like a YouTuber who put in a strange choo-im-sae on Gukppong TV.
… To be honest, it’s not a scene where all men get drunk on mulberry.
ㅡ But why is it this shape?
My parents hate it because my uncle passed away while riding a motorcycle.
ㅡ ….
Never mind.
I’m just riding without much thought.
ㅡ … Are you okay?
Now, it doesn’t really matter if I step on it at 300 km/h and fly up into the sky.
Because I am the man who flew across the Han River at the speed of sound and crashed into Hapjeong.
ㅡ Khehehe!
“Ah, senior.”
The author received my KakaoTalk and held out an envelope containing a sensory synchronization device, as if he had been preparing in advance.
“Thank you.”
Thanks to that, I think I can go out like this without having to go inside.
“Come home.”
The author smiled and waved her hand without asking why.
I returned a small nod and headed back to the office where Hawkeye was waiting.
ㅡ It feels like watching a newlywed couple.
Is that so?
I parked my bike near the office and went into the office to find Hawkeye in the middle of cleaning.
“Ah.”
Hawkeye also looked a little surprised, probably not expecting me to come this soon.
“Are you busy?”
“No, it’s all over, just wait a minute.”
Hawkeye said that he was uncomfortable with the current situation of receiving money without doing any work, so he cleaned up every time he went back.
Maybe that’s why cleaning didn’t take that long.
After finishing cleaning, Hawkeye sat down on the sofa across from him.
I showed Hawkeye the Sensory Synchronization Device.
“Oh, is this the one the boss used?”
“Yes.”
With this device, Hawkeye can share that sense that he feels something is there.
Hawkeye said that there was no problem and honestly said that he was also curious about how he felt.
I gave Hawkeye something, logged in to developer mode, and lay down on the sofa.
My vision went dark, and a new sight came into my eyes again.
“Uh… Can we move now?”
“Yes.”
Hawkeye took a deep breath and began to stare blankly into space.
In that moment….
ㅡ I can feel something.
As Grid said, I began to feel something I hadn’t felt with my body.
As Hawkeye used his clairvoyance ability, his senses became more acute.
It doesn’t glow blue like the first did, but there’s something there.
I felt that way.
Perhaps that blue light is because First committed something, and all monster particles in this world feel this way.
Now, if I could fully feel this sensation….
I turned off the sensory synchronization device and contacted the boss.
ㅡ What’s up, Brave?
“Boss. Do you remember the Hawkeye that Yuna hired in the past?”
ㅡ Of course.
I explained to the boss the story about the monsters that First had shown me, and brought up the idea that Hawkeye might be the clue.
Then the boss thought about it for a while, and then he told me to wait for a while because he needed to prepare in advance.
“Hawkeye.”
“Yes.”
“You said it was a bit inconvenient to receive a salary like this, right?”
“… If?”
“Yes. Will you fight alongside me?”
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“Of course!”
Hawkeye is also a man, so it’s no big deal.
ㅡ ‘Would you like to fight together?’ I can’t stand this!
You have to be patient.
Hawkeye was the one who decided to hire him after a thorough investigation by the boss.
It means that he is a person who has passed everything from his family environment to Hawkeye’s personality.
Preparation must be something that was concerned about Humbert.
He’s probably trying to protect Hawkeye’s family, have him stay at headquarters, or provide a shelter like me.
“Thank you, Brave!”
Hawkeye gave me a handshake as if he was holding my hand and swinging it with his eyes befitting his hero name.
ㅡ Special Training!
Yes, it’s a special training!
***
After four days, Hawkeye was recruited as a member of the headquarters.
“Hero Hawkeye. I look forward to!”
ㅡ The mulberry was too much.
That’s right.
He did it in Japan, but he did it here as well.
After saying hello, Hawkeye and I headed straight to the training room.
Yuna, the most idle soul in the headquarters, followed us.
“Long time no see, boss.”
“It’s been a while. How have you been?”
Yuna started to get closer with me, and from then on, she put on clothes that gave off a cozy feeling.
But the clothes Yuna is wearing today are the kind of clothes she wore when she went to work at the Hero office.
You mean you don’t want to be seen in front of Hawkeye….
Yuna and I met eyes.
Yuna tried to wink with a very awkward feeling.
“Did you get anything in your eye?”
“Oh no!”
Ah, Yuna can’t wink….
ㅡ You and I look really good together.
What do you mean?
ㅡ You don’t know how to do much more than you think.
Do you want to search?
Which university student in the world speaks Japanese, Chinese, or Italian?
ㅡ The author does.
… The author is a rather special case.
ㅡ The guy who can’t even find minesweepers.
You know how to do it now?
“Brave?”
I was frowning when Hawkeye was looking at me with a worried expression.
“Nothing.”
After entering the training room with Hawkeye, Yuna naturally sat down on a chair near her and started watching us.
She was wearing black stockings and a skirt that was neither too long nor too short, and the way she crossed her legs was quite suggestive.
Looking at her appearance, she really is a career woman herself who stimulates men’s appetite….
ㅡ The contents are junk.
Isn’t trash talk a bit harsh?
ㅡ fact). Heh heh heh!
… In fact, isn’t this why Yuna hates Grid?
“Then let’s begin.”
“Yes.”
Lying on the mattress that I had brought to the training room in advance, I turned on the sensory synchronizing device.
Then I felt that sensation and the height of my gaze changed.
“Let’s get started.”
“Yes.”
Hawkeye took a deep breath and began moving his body around.
Use your clairvoyance ability to grasp something you feel around you.
It certainly feels like there is something in Hawkeye’s senses.
But why can’t we get any sense….
ㅡ It’s because you’re lacking.
Since this is your responsibility, aren’t you lacking?
ㅡ If everything is in charge of me, what about you?
In charge of the grid stand.
ㅡ Men don’t act like moths!
What should I do?
“Shall we use psychometry?”
“Thank you very much.”
“Yes!”
Strangely enough, Hawkeye’s shoulders were strained, and he made several attempts to be of any help.
The ability to see through and psychometry was basic, and I tried drinking tea, running, and doing push-ups.
ㅡ It must have been that hard.
Grid muttered as if he understood something.
ㅡ ‘That’ is the person the president decided to keep next to Yuna. It must have been very difficult.
Just by waiting at home, you get the same salary as an office worker at a large company.
The majority of office workers drool in good conditions, but it seems to have been quite a burden to Hawkeye.
So I decided to ignore Hawkeye’s excessive efforts.
***
A week has passed since First’s press conference was held.
I’m still looking after psychic syndrome patients from China.
The story of what would become a problem if it continued like this was being expanded and reproduced in the news and community, but I decided not to care.
If left as it is, more than 90% of the disease will die, but it was something that could not be left unattended.
So I decided to break through head-on.
He made a statement that he would go on tour to treat patients with psychic syndrome in other countries.
ㅡ The reporters were rude.
The grid revealed an uncomfortable feeling, perhaps reminding me of reporters who asked me rude questions.
A lot of rude questions.
Psychic syndrome is an incurable disease.
It is a disease in which only 1 out of 10 people can barely open their eyes.
Today, I was told that I would resume treatment because someone might be dying somewhere, and I was asked, “Is it true that you are a monster?”
There is a rumor that I am actually a monster and absorb the monster particles accumulated in the human body instead of the monster’s core.
My head was spinning at the moment, and I said, ‘What if I were a monster, you bastard!’ Went up to the tip of my chin and then went down.
ㅡ I did say something similar.
Grid made fun of me, saying that I looked more like a squad leader than a monster.
As Grid said, controlling anger… No, it seems that there is a little problem with emotions.
Should we say that the lows have risen, but the highs have fallen?
I usually feel calm like a machine, but when I hear provocative words, my stomach boils.
ㅡ You are lucky because I am not a monster.
….
ㅡ His face turned blue and he said he was sorry. It was worth seeing.
I also felt like I was having fun for a moment, so I was stunned.
ㅡ I hope the guys gathered here have that kind of expression.
I’m sure everyone here saw First’s press conference.
I can feel the expressions on the faces of the officials who transported the patients.
I really want to hit one….
“Whoa.”
If you get swept away by emotions like this, you’ll be caught in Humbert’s target.
I decided to control my emotions and concentrate on treating patients.
ㅡ Healing is my job, you cradle guy.
I am also involved now, so let’s call it a joint work.
You little bastard.