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Shin's Memory
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The All-Seeing Boy – Chapter 1
Clairvoyance. I would close my eyes so as not to be misled by the physical world, and expand my sense of self beyond the prison of my body... Then, the surrounding space would become transparent. With my mind's eye, I could clearly see what lay beyond walls and even far-off landscapes. On good days, I could perceive even the subtlest facial expressions of people or the rustling leaves of distant trees swaying in the wind.
Analysis. By touching an object or merely looking at it, I could understand its internal structure and composition. For example, just glancing at a book would reveal not only its contents, but also the type of paper, the components of the ink, and even the specific method used to bind it.
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I was born because I was wanted. By the time I entered this world, both my mother and father were already advanced in age, and to them, my birth was nothing short of a miracle. Their joy was immense, and so was their love for me. When they began to notice signs of my abilities in early childhood, they were overjoyed.
I was born with supernatural abilities: two, in fact—clairvoyance and analysis. My Clairvoyance allowed me to see in 360 degrees, through walls, and even to faraway places. My Analysis, when I focused, could reveal an object's properties and hidden traits.
In this world, individuals with such supernatural powers are sometimes born. It seems to have a genetic component, but it can also occur through distant recessive inheritance, making its appearance nearly random and difficult to predict. Even when such individuals are born, it is rarely easy for them to be accepted in ordinary households. In many cases, it leads to tragic conflict or derails the lives of both the child and their parents.
But my parents accepted my powers without hesitation. More than that—they trained me to develop and refine them. The precision of my abilities today is entirely thanks to my mother's training. My father, who worked as a journalist, was rarely home due to his busy schedule. But my mother stayed by my side at all times, making sure the world didn't discover my powers, and that I didn't fall victim to its corrupting influence. She trained me with tireless care. My father also believed in the potential of my abilities and held them in high regard.
By the time I was five years old, my Analysis had advanced to the point where I could read shallow thoughts from people's minds. It was then that I realized my father was not truly a journalist. Or rather, he was—but it was merely a cover. In truth, I saw visions of him fighting monsters alongside comrades from some secret organization.
One day, I asked him about it.
"That's right," he said. "The group your father belongs to is called Exesista. We protect this world from evil monsters. Your powers are rare and valuable. Someday, will you join us?"
He was surprised that my supernatural eye had seen through him, but he didn't take offense. In fact, he smiled proudly as he spoke. I felt a bit proud, too, and nodded with a smile.
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The All-Seeing Boy – Chapter 2
I had become an elementary school student. Around that time, my existence began to be recognized within my father's organization, and I started receiving combat training in a secluded clearing in the woods every evening. My frail body never gained much muscle, but with my two abilities and a knife in hand, I never felt like I would lose to any ordinary adult. The techniques for fighting the monsters that lurk in the shadows were being engraved into my very body.
Every morning, my mother drove me to school. As I passed through the gates, a well-manicured lawn spread out before me. The school building was made of white stone, and sunlight streamed through its large windows. The classrooms were equipped with the latest technology, and even the desks and chairs had a sense of luxury. It was a private integrated school that went all the way up to graduate level, with passionate teachers and a rich curriculum.
My classmates were all from wealthy families. Their conversations revolved around the latest games, overseas vacations, and weekend family outings. Being among them felt like living in a different world. I was naturally reserved, so I didn't grow close to any of them. Still, watching them talk so happily sometimes made me feel a tinge of envy. I had no such cheerful memories with either my father or my mother.
My mother made sure I didn't interact too much with the outside world. After school, she would take me straight home and have me focus on training and studies. In her eyes, drawing out the full potential of my abilities was the highest priority. My father, too, was always busy and rarely home, often working late into the night. And so, my life consisted solely of commuting between school and home. The dazzling daily life at school, and the strict training at home—between those two extremes, I gradually began to question my own existence. Was this bizarre life really what was best for me?
Worn out from the increasingly harsh training, I found myself dozing off during class. Just as my heavy eyelids began to close, my ability suddenly perceived something I had never sensed before. I sharpened my clairvoyance and focused my mind's eye. What was that…?
I saw a girl. Her hair was platinum blonde, flaring outward like light itself. Her face was so exquisitely beautiful, she looked like she didn't belong to this world. The location seemed to be a university research lab. She was alone, intently reading what looked like a research paper.
There was a divine aura about her appearance—immeasurable and radiant—and I was captivated. She seemed to radiate the grace of a being descended from a higher realm. Unable to resist, I activated my analytical ability and peered into her mind.
What I saw—
The sky was clear, bathed in soft golden light. Fluffy white clouds drifted above, and a majestic golden castle loomed in the distance. Lush gardens and pristine fountains stretched around it. Birds sang, flowers bloomed, and the scene seemed to possess a timeless, eternal beauty.
And then, the vision vanished. My powers had reached their limit. Apparently, I had fallen asleep. When I opened my eyes, my teacher's furious face was right in front of me.
Even as I listened to his scolding, my mind was elsewhere. That girl had not been a fleeting illusion. She truly existed. I was certain she came from that beautiful world. The vision I had seen through her consciousness remained burned into my memory, vivid and unforgettable.
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The All-Seeing Boy – Chapter 3
My first mission. It was during one summer, when my abilities were finally deemed sufficient to defeat a demon. My clairvoyance had detected the presence of a demon in the outskirts of a historic castle town in the mountains.
Coincidentally, I was there on a school trip. The sky was shifting from crimson to deep blue, and a full moon had risen. Our day's schedule had just finished, and we were about to have dinner at the inn.
The demon's presence was faint—just at the edge of my range—but combined with analysis, I was sure of it. I contacted my father through a small organization-issued tablet.
"Perfect," he replied. "Take care of it yourself. That area is a popular school trip destination, so we already have people stationed nearby."
I did feel a bit of regret about missing the group dinner, but the organization's mission came first. I'd never fought in actual combat before, but I'd seen countless records and videos of the devastation demons caused, and a sense of righteous anger had taken root in me. And more than that, I hoped that if I encountered something from the other world again, I might catch another glimpse of that heavenly realm.
I slipped out through the inn's window and waited in an alley. Soon, a car pulled up—a black sedan, inconspicuous, just like the one my father had described. The passenger door opened automatically, and I climbed in. The driver was a familiar face.
"Yo, been a while. You just need to guide me to the target, kid. I may have trained you, but leave the fighting to me. Your power wasn't made for the front lines anyway."
He was my combat instructor. Tall and lean but muscular, with slicked-back black hair, a beard, and intimidating sunglasses. His ability was physical enhancement. When activated, bullets couldn't even pierce him, and he could obliterate enemies with overwhelming strength.
Exesista is a civilian organization, but a massive one with branches worldwide. However, most of its members are ordinary people, and ability users are rare. There are only 36 of us in this country. My instructor is one of the top combatants among them—a vital asset.
Using clairvoyance repeatedly exhausts me, so I guided him to the demon's location by switching the power on and off. The place wasn’t far—it was a narrow one-lane mountain road, mentioned even in the school trip guidebook as a route often used during the local summer festival. The sky had darkened, but the full moon lit the way.
"Hurry! One of the cars is totaled. There's an adult man and woman... no, they're already gone. But there's also a boy and a girl—both unconscious and injured, but still breathing. And... is that a werewolf?"
As we got closer, my vision sharpened. I kept analyzing and relayed the situation. A hulking werewolf, like something out of fantasy, loomed over a small boy and a girl who looked slightly older than me, both lying in pools of blood on the road.
In the wrecked car were likely their parents—two deceased adults.
"There are others too—thin, long-legged creatures."
"Werewolf and ghouls. Nasty bastards. Looks like they're not killing them outright. Probably planning to toy with them first—but I'm not letting that happen."
"We're almost there, right? I'm going in first. You follow!"
He pulled over, activated his ability, and sprinted off like the wind. I figured he was trying to keep me from having to fight directly—but honestly, I found it a bit patronizing.
Though I lagged far behind, I ran toward the scene. While running, I activated my clairvoyance again. Behind the werewolf, I could now see a circular gate wreathed in jet-black flames, leading to a city that looked like a hedonistic pleasure district. Could that be the demons' world?
Something had changed while I had my powers off. The boy and girl's wounds were healed, and they were saying something in confusion. The werewolf approached and effortlessly scooped them into his arms. Was he planning to take them through the gate?
Then—
A pillar of fire erupted. Suddenly, the werewolf burst into flames! The blaze spread to the thin demons beside him, incinerating them all into ash. Yet strangely, it left the children unharmed...
"Ah!"
I stumbled over something, breaking my concentration. Looking down, I realized it was the twisted corpse of one of the thin demons, its torso and legs bent in opposite directions.
It must have been the instructor who had taken them down. Looking ahead, I saw more corpses just like the first. I passed seven of those demon bodies, and then one that looked different in color. As I continued forward, the scene I had seen through my clairvoyance finally aligned with reality.
"This might be one hell of a find, kid."
The instructor, now without his sunglasses—probably lost during the fight—was standing over something, looking down.
There, lying amid what appeared to be the ashes left behind by the werewolves, was the unconscious girl.
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To be continued...