I'm not like anyone else. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I learned this when I was twelve.

That night, a pitch-black flame ignited in the palm of my hand, and then a glowing six-pointed star appeared in the center of my brow, followed by the jade bead that had settled in my palm, and the long knife that had settled in my arm, and a whole host of other strange things. I don't know what to call myself in this state. But I know I'm different from everyone else.

So, I hid it. No one told. Because my parents were imprisoned for crimes eight years ago, as their only relative, I can also feel more human attitudes towards being different from myself. That sense of repulsion from the inside out is enough to destroy anyone.

Moreover, I made a rough estimate of the power I wield, and found that if I unleashed all of them, I could destroy a city in an instant! Faced with the unstable factor of having such power, nine out of ten people would want to hold him in the palm of their hands, right? So, for the sake of my own peace, I have to keep this secret as well.

However, when I had this power, I found that there were some things that needed my power to solve. The spirits of the dead wandering between life and death, the demons who yearn for the glitz of the world, and the evil creatures full of desire to destroy...... I thought about running away from this stuff and not caring about it. However, as the son and daughter of a criminal, can I really avoid such a mission without regard for the desire to atone for the sins of my parents and let these things go into trouble?

The answer is no. So I started fighting. A lonely fight. Burn and purify the undead with the fire in his hand, use the six-pointed star on the top of his forehead to create an enchantment to isolate the crowd, use the jade bead in his palm to make the demons forget their yearning for the glitz and glory of the world, and use the long knife in his arm to kill the evil creatures that cause trouble.

The first time I saw blood, I just stood with a blue face for a while, then turned around and went back to school. I'm so calm in the face of killing, and I deserve to be the son of a criminal.

I fought like this for two years. Alone fought for two years. When I was about to enter the third year of junior high school, I finally got tired of this loneliness and wanted to find a companion. I longed for someone I could fight with, someone who could help each other, someone who could give me comfort when I was hurt.

But how can I find him? How can I, who has been estranged because of my parents, who has been lonely, who is not good at socializing, find such a companion?

All I can think of is to show my differences in moderation to attract people like myself. So, I began to chant the incantation of purifying the undead in the crowd, and I began to simulate what it would be like to fight demons outside the crowd. I'm sure my kind of people who see this will come to me! But...... No. I didn't find the like. All I got was ridicule.

The people I was protecting gathered in twos and threes, imitating the words I sang and the way I fought, and then laughed as they mocked the second disease.

They don't understand. They are just ordinary people who are protected by me, they are not my kind. Only my own kind can understand me. I thought so, and looked even more eagerly for my own kind. But no, no...... No one found 'me', no one stood in front of me and told me he was my kind. No one stood beside me and told me that he was my companion. In this world, in this city, I can't find a single like it. So during the summer vacation, I left the city and wandered around other places. I thought there would be one in every city for people like me, right?

But no. In other cities, not to mention the same kind, there are not even wandering undead and demons!

I've come to understand that my city is special. Only there will be wandering demons and undead, and only there will be a need for a supernatural like me. I don't know if there are similar places in other countries, but I do know that the kind I want to find can only be found in this city.

So, I'm back. I'm still fighting in the dark alleys, but I changed the concept a little bit when I released the enchantment. Let people from several kilometers away see the battle inside the barrier. If it's the same kind, you can definitely see me. With this in mind, I consoled my lonely soul with a 1 in 10,000 probability.

I want the same kind! I want the same kind! I want companions! I want companions! My heart was screaming wildly. I clearly know that the so-called same kind is the same kind of pain, just the same tears. I also know very well that companions are just painful companions. I also know that with the addition of him, the pain will not be reduced when the body is injured. But, at the very least, my loneliness will lessen. I don't expect to be friends with him outside of the battlefield, but at least, I don't want to be alone in such frequent and painful battles.

Is there any meaning to what I'm doing? I used to ask myself. No one knows what I have done, no one knows what I have paid, no one knows what I have suffered, and no one will remember my merits. I can only suffer alone, fight alone. I am different from ordinary people, I am out of step with the crowd, I isolate myself, and I am lonely against all odds. Let myself be bruised and bruised, but save the people who have always laughed and hated me. Is something like this worth it?

I don't know the answer. However, if I find the same kind, I'll get the answer, right? When I find my kind, I will no longer fight alone; Find the same kind, and someone will remember everything I have done; Find the same kind of words...... Everything makes sense.

But no.

There is no such thing, and I didn't find the same kind until I graduated from junior high school! It must be that there is no similar kind in this urban area. I told myself this, and worked my way to the other side of the city.

On the first day of school, I stood in the middle of a strange crowd and chanted the incantation to purify the undead, and then I once again had the nickname of Secondary 2 Disease. I don't care. The second disease is the second disease. I just need to be able to spread my status out there and let people of my own kind see it when possible. In that case, if there is a similar kind here, he will at least take some interest in me, right? With such a slim hope, I wandered through the crowd, using warm words to increase my sense of existence, and in this way to dispel my inner loneliness. I have to say that this false gesture of popularity made my heart feel a little better.

There were also some secondary and secondary diseases who gathered around me and invited me to participate in their activities. I went there once with hope and never set foot again. They're just pure secondary diseases, not my kind at all. Such a messy spell can't purify the undead and drive away demons at all.

They thought that I, like them, was immersed in my own virtual world and acted according to my own settings. Only I know that it is true. Undeniable truth!

A year after my first year of high school, I let my name spread throughout the school as I wished, and more than 10,000 teachers and students were familiar with me. Even a large number of students in the surrounding schools can recognize me. But no one found me. The teacher had come to me many times and persuaded me to graduate from secondary school sickness. But how did he know that this was not a secondary disease?

I'm standing alone in a world that only I know. Gloomy loneliness. I've almost given up on being found.

I want people to find me and remember me, to remember this world that only I know. In this world, it's good that someone remembers me. Even if it's just one person...... Sometimes, I think so. However, if it is not the same kind......

Then, I was found. The person who found me was a girl.

I thought that I had finally found my kind and that I could finally get rid of my loneliness! But she told me she wasn't. She only came to me because of the binoculars and lip talk. What a joke!

But at least she gave me new hope. I can be found. Just wait, I'll definitely be found! She also brought answers to my questions. She wasn't of her kind, but she told me that my fighting, my pain, was meaningful. So, I thank her. I helped her fulfill a wish and erased her memory.

I thought I could face it calmly. But the undisguised strangeness and defensiveness after she opened her eyes still made my heart ache. I left. It's better to say...... I ran away from her face.

I thought that this was how the story between me and her would end. It was just an encounter that could serve as a consolation. However, she told me that everything was just beginning.