Tempokai
The Overworked One
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This world... is strange.
It looks normal outside, with rich and poor, young and old, happy and sad.
Yet,
peel the outside crust,
poke it a little,
and the unexplainable emerges.
Supernatural.
Things that are somewhat explainable, full of tropes and stories that can boil someone twice over.
I read those stories when I was a kid and still do.
One thing that bothers me, that they are real. Not "it's just tales that old folk made to scare children" real, but "they exist, deal with it" kinda real.
Sure, some are exaggerated, like vampires, or downplayed, like youkai I've seen roaming around the Osaka prefecture, or completely different of what I'd expect.
Once you see them, there's no coming back.
I've been living in this world for 38 years. And oh, boy, I can't tell you what I saw, but can summarize it with one word. No, three.
Madness,
Chaos,
Ordinary.
I've been a detective for those supernatural cases for 15 years already. Lately, these cases have become weird.
***
Supernatural.
A part of a life of 2 to 3 percent of this world. Up to 300 million people are in the "known", including me. I hate what it's done to my life.
You know, when I was a kid, I thought that superpowers were awesome. I was a happy kid back then, watching YuVe Hankusho, Debiruman, Vampire Slayer X, thinking how it would be cool to be a detective, demon slayer, and vampire slayer, wielding the invisible power inside my veins to do just cool stuff.
And then, at age of 15 I awakened my "spiritual senses" as my pops called it. Exceptional, at that.
Using it to see the world in new, terrifying light. Using it to gather the floating unseen energy to make reality bending stuff. Seeing past of the earth when concentrating. Having untold potential, like the typical protagonists I adored watching in that slightly fat silver screen.
Of course, I was happy, I could become one of them. Only if my past me knew it was a bad idea. Silly past me. He didn't know that great power equals great suffering.
So I trained, did those strange techniques my father and my uncle drilled into me, grown up seeing strange people with funny ears, hair, and powers in my not so ordinary high school. Leveraging the connections of my seemingly ordinary mother, I enrolled in the legendary Division 13 of the National Police Agency at the age of 23. It technically exists, but due to being under the "veil" of supernatural it shifts to whatever division available to shift the blame if things go wrong. Yes, things go wrong and things get blamed. Silly stuff.
I was under mentorship of a great person. Undoubtedly the greatest. Or so I thought.
I've seen things, I've fought things, I've come on top of things. I got things, I've haggled with "things" and I've lost things. Such is life.
And now, 15 years into Division 13, I'm certain those childhood fantasies were not just wrong—they were dangerously naive.
It looks normal outside, with rich and poor, young and old, happy and sad.
Yet,
peel the outside crust,
poke it a little,
and the unexplainable emerges.
Supernatural.
Things that are somewhat explainable, full of tropes and stories that can boil someone twice over.
I read those stories when I was a kid and still do.
One thing that bothers me, that they are real. Not "it's just tales that old folk made to scare children" real, but "they exist, deal with it" kinda real.
Sure, some are exaggerated, like vampires, or downplayed, like youkai I've seen roaming around the Osaka prefecture, or completely different of what I'd expect.
Once you see them, there's no coming back.
I've been living in this world for 38 years. And oh, boy, I can't tell you what I saw, but can summarize it with one word. No, three.
Madness,
Chaos,
Ordinary.
I've been a detective for those supernatural cases for 15 years already. Lately, these cases have become weird.
***
Supernatural.
A part of a life of 2 to 3 percent of this world. Up to 300 million people are in the "known", including me. I hate what it's done to my life.
You know, when I was a kid, I thought that superpowers were awesome. I was a happy kid back then, watching YuVe Hankusho, Debiruman, Vampire Slayer X, thinking how it would be cool to be a detective, demon slayer, and vampire slayer, wielding the invisible power inside my veins to do just cool stuff.
And then, at age of 15 I awakened my "spiritual senses" as my pops called it. Exceptional, at that.
Using it to see the world in new, terrifying light. Using it to gather the floating unseen energy to make reality bending stuff. Seeing past of the earth when concentrating. Having untold potential, like the typical protagonists I adored watching in that slightly fat silver screen.
Of course, I was happy, I could become one of them. Only if my past me knew it was a bad idea. Silly past me. He didn't know that great power equals great suffering.
So I trained, did those strange techniques my father and my uncle drilled into me, grown up seeing strange people with funny ears, hair, and powers in my not so ordinary high school. Leveraging the connections of my seemingly ordinary mother, I enrolled in the legendary Division 13 of the National Police Agency at the age of 23. It technically exists, but due to being under the "veil" of supernatural it shifts to whatever division available to shift the blame if things go wrong. Yes, things go wrong and things get blamed. Silly stuff.
I was under mentorship of a great person. Undoubtedly the greatest. Or so I thought.
I've seen things, I've fought things, I've come on top of things. I got things, I've haggled with "things" and I've lost things. Such is life.
And now, 15 years into Division 13, I'm certain those childhood fantasies were not just wrong—they were dangerously naive.
I'm just curious, got inspired to write in POV of supporting character and wrote it today. Think of the first part as synopsis and second part as prologue.