And, as his words had predicted, it came true. I have no idea what he based his trust in me on, but, in any case, I succeeded just as he’d said I would.
It was like trying to crack a rock with an egg. A suicidal endeavor. No matter what phrase one used, it was a situation too ludicrous to contemplate—yet it had actually happened, just like he had warned.
“Egotistic…” Alone at home, I quietly murmured his name.
He claimed to have faith in me. He asked me to lift an airplane.
But what should really draw attention isn’t the fact that he said he trusted me; it’s that he told me to lift an airplane. Why?
Why would he cause a plane to crash, then ask me to save it? If that’s the case, why did he make it crash in the first place?
It wasn’t enough to simply label him a psycho who gets off on killing people with his powers—too many things didn’t add up.
The plane would have crashed if I had done nothing. But because he told me to save it, I could.
So why tell me to save it? Is this some twisted game where failing a nonsensical quiz results in a plane crash but he doesn’t actually want to see civilians die?
Yes, that could be a possibility, but my intuition was screaming that wasn’t the case.
‘Without you, I am just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill villain. You complete me,’ he had said.
His words kept echoing in my ears. Without me, he was just an ordinary villain, because he needed me.
But why does my absence make him an ordinary villain? Even if another hero came to oppose him, wouldn’t it make no difference? Is it because I was the only Class A hero nearby?
It didn’t feel like that was the reason. My intuition kept yelling.
It seemed there was another reason, one that had no basis and was a huge logical leap, almost delusional to consider. But this time, I decided to trust my instincts.
“I should investigate his past actions.”
What had he done up until now? How had it all culminated?
If I compiled every incident he had caused, would something emerge?
Rising from my seat, I began to step outside.
Egotistic. Whatever plan or intentions lie behind all this, I doubted.
It might not be a rational suspicion, but still.
I decided to give reasoning a shot.
Thus, Sin Haru got dressed and stepped out.
Egotistic. Whatever you’re hiding, whatever you’re planning…
I will find it and expose it.
***
“Tsk, why do my ears feel so itchy?”
“Bro, maybe it’s because you don’t clean them?”
“No, that’s not it.”
What could it be? Is someone talking behind my back?
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