"Sogo, what are special abilities?" Mashiro Shiina asked.
"Mashiro, special abilities are powers that differ from those of ordinary people. Like controlling flames, guiding water, flying through the sky and burrowing into the earth..." One lie often required countless more lies to cover it up, and making things up was no different. Fortunately, Sogo Doma had studied at the Transmigrator Research Institute for many years. Forget special abilities—even cultivation, battle aura, magic, and the like were things he could rattle off at will. He could even divide them into ranks.
But before he had said much, Yukinoshita Haruno suddenly said, "Doma, you said you once spontaneously combusted, right? Does that mean you have special abilities? And does that mean those things in my apartment that day..." She seemed to have thought of something. That pile of weapons! If flame abilities existed, then having an additional spatial ability did not seem all that strange.
Yukino Yukinoshita: "..."
Even her sister knew something? Could it be...
"Special abilities..." Sogo Doma had never known the meaning of keeping a low profile. "Back then, I suppressed the Wicked Eye, known as the strongest of the age, with one hand; stripped the warhammer from Sanae Dekomori; and chatted and laughed with Lord Mori, an elf who had lived for over five hundred years. But have I ever talked about any of that? Never! It couldn't be helped. People from the hidden world had to keep a low profile..."
"You just talked about it!" Yukinoshita, the designated straight man, Haruno retorted.
Yukino Yukinoshita: "..."
The Wicked Eye? Sanae Dekomori? Elves? Was this the truth of the world? Did special abilities really exist in this world?
As she was wildly speculating, Sogo Doma followed up on Yukinoshita Haruno's words. "But didn't you already know that I had