Archive Of Potentialities.

Short story: A Salaryman's Supernatural Induction 4.

"That concludes my report, this is all the information I've gathered so far."

"I see, you are dismissed."

Power. That was what mattered in this world. I chase power, I crave it. Power makes the world go round.

A lot of foolish people in our society equate power with the strength of their heavenly arts, how narrow minded.

I crave power, all forms of it. The power to create, the power to destroy. The power of knowledge, the power of the masses. The power of order, the power of chaos. All of it…

I want it.

"An outlier has appeared huh…"

My clan was one that has always been prominent in the society of od users, we excel in all aspects. This was a given. This clan always boasted a leader that had what it takes to develop our clan in the most uniform way, this prevents us from being overwhelmed in a field we have no experience in.

A clan of perfectionists…and I was it's leader.

The dynamics of power has been shifting lately. First, the Sakurai clan has begun to waver, and might be knocked down the power hierarchy. Then the extremists have gotten agitated due to the loss of a powerful officer….all because of the presence of one seemingly harmless Salaryman. He came out of nowhere, and already caused this much chaos, amusing.

The fact that an attempt to hide his existence was made was also amusing.

Collecting information was easy, our clan has a special division that focuses on that specifically. Just as we have divisions for all other kinds of tasks. This was the greatest strength of the clan, versatility.

Now, mystery aggressor, I'll keep observing you for now. For your sake, don't cross the road to destruction.

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The weekend.

A time to relax and have fun…going out with friends and all that.

Well, typically I would be going out too. Today was different though.

The recent craziness is preventing me from being around innocents too much, I don't want anyone to get caught up in it.

Compared to the people who I've met in this world, I can be considered strong.

Strong, yes. But not powerful.

I had no idea what the limits of people in this world were. I can't afford to get overconfident, and giving them leverage over me via my friends is probably the stupidest thing I could do.

Now? I'm just sitting on a train, thinking about how lonely I am.

Also, why does that kid keep staring at me?

No, really. Why? I know I'm good looking, but isn't this too forward?

What? Narcissistic? Shh.

Okay, talking to myself is weird…I really need to touch grass.

This kid though, she seem to have magicules…but it's not flowing how it's meant to. It's like she hasn't even tried using it at all, odd.

Well, as long as she doesn't bother me. I'm fine.
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Am I special?

To be special is to be distinguished by a unique or unusual quality.

By that definition, am I special?

I go about my day like everyone else, I have my problems, worries and even rare moments of happiness, like a lot of people out there.