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Chapter 5: Chapter 5: lightsaber

Hell, yeah~!!!"

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A few days later I was sitting on an old car looking at the weird lightsaber I found in one of the piles. It was a hilt of dull golden metal segments with red gems embedded slightly below the top and above the bottom.

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It didn't have a crossguard either, but I guess most lightsabers don't. Though something was weird about it.

See, the last few days I experimented with my psychic powers a bit and found out that rather than a typical psychic package, I had something more similar to tactile telekinesis.

Honestly, it was something I preferred since normal telekinesis would be pretty redundant with my other powers in play seeing as I wouldn't start ignoring them out of nowhere. I also like them more, so I guess that's another reason.

But not just that, I also used my newfound psychic powers to organize my mind into a mental fortress and set up some traps and protections against invaders. Even if I hadn't seen any, who knows what dangers there were lurking around.

Well back to the lightsaber. Sending a bit of psychic energy through my hand, I felt it interact with what was lingering around the hilt.

Whatever the source was, it wasn't there anymore since I didn't feel any pushback while messing around with the energy remnants and I couldn't trace it back to anything. I guess this is proof that this world has some aspect of the supernatural to it?

This could be much more dangerous than I thought, I'll have to get my game face on.

"I've got some preparing to do. "

. .

Growl

"After I get some food. "

Trip to the City

It was a bit weird to be able to feel hungry but not really need it. While I was experimenting with my powers and building a few gadgets I kinda just zoned out for a few days not really registering the need for food, and even when the fugue ended it didn't really feel like a 'must' to eat.

I could probably go without for a few more days, but it was kinda distracting and I liked eating.

Jogging along the road leading towards the city I had a thought, I should probably think of a name, huh? In my old world I just introduced myself as SR because, you know, street rat, but it would be pretty awkward to use my old name now. It worked then because I barely interacted with people, but I have a feeling I will be meeting a few people multiple times in this world and if I 'did' introduce myself as SR I can already picture the eventual conversation about what it stood for.

"Hey SR I never asked, but what's your name stand for?"

"Oh, uh. .

. S.

. .

Something R?"

Yeah. .

. I'd rather avoid that awkwardness.

I'll think of something during the day and see what I come up with.

Seeing the forest gradually getting more sparse as I approached the city, I slowed to a walk. A few minutes later I had a decent sense of where everything was thanks to a small drone I made, and had already found my destination for this trip.

The grocery store. .

. though I did need some money to actually buy the food so.

. .

Time to look for a target.

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Goro Hyoudou was having another normal day. Walking on the sidewalk on the way to work was a routine at this point, checking his watch to make sure he would be on time he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

Looking up and to the side he saw a. .

. box.

. .

doing backflips?

"Huh?"

Staring in confusion, he was suddenly startled by a loud sound of something flying towards him from the opposite direction.

Letting out a surprised yell he reflexively crouched and brought his arms up to protect his head. After waiting for a few seconds with nothing happening, he slowly lowered his arms and looked around carefully.

Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he scratched his head and wondered if he was still half asleep.

Feeling the adrenaline pumping through his body, he took a shaky breath to calm down and continued on his way to work, intending get a coffee from the shop down the street to really wake up, the box suddenly forgotten.

Though he could have sworn he saw a flash of red during all that chaos, it was probably nothing.

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"Hehehe. .

. sucker.

Strutting down the street on the way to the grocery store was a familiar red headed girl with a smug look on her face like she'd just successfully pulled off a prank. In one of her hands she held a box which suddenly pixelated before disappearing, while in the other she held another box with a speaker installed on one side which quickly followed.

Shoving a hand down into one of her pockets she picked up a brown leather wallet, opening it up she started rifling through it, finding a stack of paper notes and the personal information of it's previous owner.

"Hmm this is. .

. yen? I think? That's from Japan, right? I had a few inklings from the signs I saw while scoping out the city, but I wasn't sure.

I don't really know how much this is, but it's probably enough for a few days worth of food, right?"

Seeing the store gradually getting closer she opened her hand and what looked to be a segmented black metal armband appeared, which she quickly put on before entering the store.

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After getting back to the scrapyard I removed the translation bracelet and pixelized it before putting the groceries into a temporary cooler I made before. I then started working on modifying a fridge that kept food fresh much longer than it was realistically supposed to and thinking back to when I had a genius idea while walking around in the store.