The Neighborhood High School Girl, Miss Isezaki, Is the Great Saintess Returned from Another World~ And I, Suddenly Awakened as Her Exclusive Mana Supply Uncle, Travel Between Earth and Another World with Time-Space Magic~ - 182. The Old Man vs. The Pick-Up Group 2

182. 182. 182. 182. The Old Man vs. The Pick-Up Group 2

“Raaaaaaaahhh!!”  

The pick-up group rushed at me, shouting in anger. At some point, some of them had picked up iron pipes and beer bottles lying around in the alley. Normally, this would be a pretty tense situation.

However, I was already in [Accelerate Haste] mode. Seeing them slowly advancing on me didn’t feel real; it was more like a horror movie in slow motion.

First up was Pick-Up Guy A, who threw a wide right straight, showing off his tattooed arm. Naturally, I wasn’t going to let it hit me. I easily dodged and decided to knee him in his exposed midsection. I was worried about whether my knee could reach that high with my old man’s body, but it managed. With the [Accelerate Haste] boost and the counter effect, my knee dug deeply into Pick-Up Guy A’s stomach.

“Guoooeeeee…”  

With [Accelerate Haste] active, his groan reached my ears in slow motion, lessening the tension a bit. Pick-Up Guy A, who took the knee squarely, vomited up bile and whatever he’d eaten, also in slow motion, which was pretty gross to watch. I kicked at his feet, causing him to collapse face-first into the ground, dirtying his face with his own vomit.

“Yooooou bastaaaaaaard!!”  

Next was Pick-Up Guy B, swinging an iron pipe. I dodged the pipe he swung straight down and aimed a punch at his nose piercing—until I remembered that my fist was still sore from the earlier rising dragon punch. I didn’t really want to punch him.

So what should I do? Let’s follow their example and use a tool. Pretending to reach into my pocket, I took out the Tabasco I had just bought at the shopping mall from my [Storage]. It goes great on pizza toast, so I always keep it in the fridge. Shaking it up, I dropped a few drops into my palm and then pressed my palm over Pick-Up Guy B’s eyes.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!”  

Dropping the pipe, Pick-Up Guy B screamed and clawed at his eyes. Panicking, he started flailing wildly and ended up hitting his allies behind him. I couldn’t help but grin at the unexpected effectiveness of my improvised poison hand attack.

Just when I thought I could catch a breather, Pick-Up Guy C ran past me. This relentless wave of attacks didn’t leave any room to rest. This guy might be quite experienced. On closer look, he was the red-haired guy who first approached Aihara. Was he planning to take a hostage? He was running towards Isezaki-san and the others. I couldn’t let that slide.

I picked up the iron pipe that had fallen to the ground and threw it at the red-haired guy. But the pipe floated in the air, slowly flying towards him. It seems that once it leaves my hand, [Accelerate Haste] doesn’t affect it.

Running would be faster. I immediately dashed off and caught up to the red-haired guy, cutting him off.

“Haaaahhhhh?!”

He looked at me with a shocked expression, as if I had appeared out of nowhere. Seeing his face reminded me of the trouble he caused, making me a bit irritated.

…Right, I should use him as a test subject for my new spell.

My new spell—its beginning was three days ago. I was enjoying my unemployed life at home, watching a variety show on TV. When I threw a used tissue into the trash, it didn’t make it in and fell onto the rim. It was unsanitary, and I should have picked it up, but honestly, it was a hassle.

At times like that, everyone wishes they could use telekinesis to put it in the trash. One of the famous psychic powers is apportation, the ability to summon objects to your hand. When you think about it, isn’t that just like space-time magic?

So I decided to strongly wish for the fallen tissue to return. I focused my thoughts for about a minute. Just when I thought it would be faster to pick it up myself, it happened…

The tissue on the floor disappeared in an instant, teleporting to my hand. It was the moment of birth for the space-time magic of pulling objects toward oneself, called [Apport]. Once I could use it, I could immediately pull objects to my hand.

But the story didn’t end there. If I could pull objects towards me, I wondered if I could also repel them from a certain location. I imagined the tissue being pushed away from the spot—

And with a light *pop*, the tissue flew from my hand, shattering into pieces as it was ejected from the spot. This completed the magic of expulsion, [Ejection Eject].

While cleaning up the scattered tissue debris, I couldn’t help but regret that it took more effort than just picking up the tissue. But I eagerly awaited the moment when I could use this magic effectively.

So, this time, I would use [Ejection Eject].

I gently placed my palm on the chest of the still shocked red-haired guy. Feeling his thin chest beneath my palm, I focused—

“Ejection Eject!”

BOOOOOOOOOOM!!

At that moment, a thunderous explosion rang out, disregarding the effects of [Accelerate Haste]. The red-haired guy was blown backward with tremendous force. It seemed that I was so surprised that it interrupted the [Accelerate Haste] effect.

CRASH!!

The red-haired guy tumbled through the air, then crashed headfirst into a trash can, groaning as he collapsed unconscious. I thought I had held back a bit, but it seemed like it was more powerful than I had anticipated. Well, at least he seemed to be breathing, so that’s a relief.

But it was pretty cool that just touching him caused him to be blown away, like something out of a Chinese martial arts movie.

I might have acquired quite an impressive magic. After all, it was the long-awaited offensive magic.

Once again, I looked ahead, only to see the two remaining unharmed members of the pick-up group looking at each other.

“Hey! Isn’t this bad?” “This guy’s definitely a pro!” “Let’s get out of here!” “Yeah!”

“Wait a minute.”

I called out to them, and they hesitated, stopping in their tracks.

“Could you take the guys who are knocked out with you? It wouldn’t be good if they kept sleeping here, disturbing the neighborhood.”

“Yes, sir!”

Their actions were swift. The pick-up group dragged away their fallen comrades, bowing repeatedly as they ran off down the alley.

The alley fell silent once again. It seemed like it was all over now.

“Phew… that was close.”

Since there was a commotion, someone might come. We also needed to leave soon. I took a deep breath and glanced back.

“As expected! Amazing, sir!”

Isezaki-san praised me with her usual lines, gripping her hands tightly. But I had to tell her something.

“Isezaki-san… you shouldn’t say things that provoke them. It’s dangerous.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I couldn’t help it seeing them underestimate you… I accidentally let my true feelings slip…”

Isezaki-san bowed her head apologetically. What did she mean by “true feelings”?

“But still, they’re no match for you after all, sir! You were really amazing!”

Seeing Isezaki-san’s sparkling eyes, I couldn’t say anything more. Well, at least I lived up to her expectations.

And as for the strangely quiet Aihara—

Aihara just stared at me with her mouth open. I should probably explain to her.

“Aihara…”

“Umm, yes. What’s up, Senpai?”

Aihara blinked and finally focused her gaze on me.

“Actually, I was studying Chinese martial arts through correspondence courses. How about that? I’m pretty strong, right?”

When I rescued Aihara from the pick-up guy before, I managed to cover up the dropped item from another dimension by pretending that it was from a kind helper upstairs. Hopefully, this would work again.

Sure enough, Aihara clapped her hands together.

“I see, I see!”

Alright, case closed.

…Or so I thought, until Aihara’s tone became more agitated.

“—No, no, no! What happened just now wasn’t like that!! What, what was that just now? What on earth was that, senpai?” 

Apparently, I had been too carried away, and my attempt at deception didn’t quite work. Now, what should I do…?