The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best - Chapter 8

The filming for Nohara Construction is scheduled for a week from now. Nohara-san will come to pick me up on the morning of the shoot. Just in case, I’ll scan the QR code on Nohara-san’s business card and register her as a friend on MAIN.

MAIN is a very convenient app that allows users to exchange messages, and make voice calls, and video calls for free.

If there’s anything, it’s faster to communicate directly.

I bow my head towards the workers who wave goodbye to me before leaving.

“The contractors, even after what happened (my past blunder), were all such good people.”

I kept bringing tea until the end, but they returned it with twice as many homemade sweets, candies, and gum. I felt kind of bad about it, to be honest.

For lunch, there was always a bento prepared for me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And even though I had been eating alone, from the next day on, everyone gathered around me and ate together.

I think they were being quite considerate because they were the landlord.

But the lunch we had together was delicious, lively and cheerful after a long time.

“Well then.”

I’m in the mood for ordering dinner delivery, but since there’s a higher chance it won’t come, I guess I’ll go to the convenience store when it gets a bit darker.

I sit on the sofa and fiddle with my smartphone.

By continuously using Psychokinesis on the weeds, I’ve managed to lift them up by about three centimeters. It’s quite exhausting, but I intend to keep going.

I found a video of someone riding a skateboard down a slope, then floating up and touching the ground a few times, but eventually making it back up the slope still on the skateboard. There was also another video of someone smoothly crossing a river about 5 meters wide. It was cool, but I was envious.

As a test, I borrowed a suitable board from the scrap bin the contractor had set up, stood on it, and it floated 1 cm even with me on it. If I kept using it, it floated up to 3 cm.

I did a small fist pump. I felt a sense of accomplishment. If I work hard, maybe I can do something like in the video too.

Now that my home is clean and tidy, I thought I would finally test the special abilities that I had been neglecting for so long.

Teleportation, telepathy, empathy, psychometry, thoughtography, clairvoyance, X-ray vision, remote viewing, mediumship, apport, deport, borrowing power, precognition, retrocognition, healing, psychotherapeutic, animal talk, electrokinesis, flarekinesis, aquakinesis, lightkinesis, shadowkinesis, aerokinesis, earthkinesis, antikinesis, gravity, bilocation, sleep, dowsing, brainwashing, eidetic memory, levitation…

“Wow, there are so many.”

Here are my thoughts after opening the list of special abilities on the inspection agency’s website.

Teleportation is such a dream-like ability. It would be great to use it. I wish I could.

“What’s this? With the intention of opening the third eye, place your index finger on either the right or left side of your forehead, vividly imagine the place you want to go, snap your fingers with your free hand, and mutter teleport or teleportation. Right?”

Since no one is watching, I can try it out. It’s a bit embarrassing to do things like this when I have memories of a past life, isn’t it?

For now, I stand up from the sofa and place my right index finger near my brow. Next, I visualize the entrance of this house in my mind…

“Teleportation… if only that were possible, eh!”

I was standing in front of the entrance. But the next moment, all the strength left my body, and I collapsed immediately.

“Hah, hah, hah… Ugh, this is tough, my body is really strained.”

I lay down at the entrance until I calmed down. After lying down for a while, I felt a bit better, so I sat up. I still felt sluggish, but I managed to get up.

“Ah, that was tough.”

I got scared by the strange sensation in my body, so I quickly searched for psychokinesis, used it, and collapsed on my smartphone.

When I searched, the relevant item appeared immediately.

“…I see, so my psychic energy has run out.”

It was said that these symptoms occur when one’s psychic energy is depleted. Using more psychic energy in this state is dangerous, but if one rests and the psychic energy recovers, there seems to be no problem. I felt relieved.

Today, like every morning, I used Psychokinesis against the weeds. Usually, that’s all I do, but today I also used teleportation.

“Haa, it would be nice if the remaining amount of psychic energy was visible as a number.”

For now, I should refrain from using any more psychic powers today. I want to go to the convenience store too.

“Hmph!”

My body feels sluggish, but I muster the energy to stand up. Of course, it’s to lie down on the sofa. As I slowly walk towards the living room.

Ding dong!

“Hmm?”

The intercom rings just at a time like this.

“Who could it be?”

I returned to the living room while feeling rushed and looked at the monitor, and it was the mailman.

Since there’s a mailbox, it would have been fine to put it there, but today’s delivery required a signature, so I had no choice but to go to the open gate.

“Haa.”

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“Thank you very much.”

The mailman rides his bike home. As I think about how tough it must be to work so late with the sun about to set, I look at the letter pack I received.

The sender is Hikigaoka Academy. It’s the school I attend. Since male students can attend remotely, I used to take classes remotely in the past, but what could this be?