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Bedtime Story, Part 3

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0:00 Senpai, I have something to tell you.

0:04 I have a supernatural power.

0:08 I first became aware of my power when I was in grade school. 0:13 I was bored one day during class and idly watching the dust that drifted through the classroom. 0:22 As I let my gaze lazily follow the dust as it went from left to right and back again, I soon noticed something unusual.

0:34 At some point, the relationship between the dust and my gaze which chased it had reversed. 0:44 It was the dust that chased the point where I looked—if I looked to the right, the dust went to the right, and if I looked to the left, the dust followed to the left. 0:58 When I fixed my attention on it, I could manipulate the dust any way I liked, even to the point of drawing letters in midair.

1:08 But when it came to heavy things, like pencils or textbooks, I couldn’t move them even a fraction of an inch. 1:15 It’s a terribly weak ability, limited to things as light as dust. 1:22 When I tired of controlling dust, I completely forgot about this power, and my days in junior high and high school went by just like anyone else’s.

1:35 What I’m about to tell you happened just after I came to the university. 1:39 As I was yawning my way through a lecture, some dust drifted in front of me. 1:47 Seeing it reminded me of the strange trick I could do in grade school, and when I tried fixing my gaze on it, the dust quivered, and then formed the shape of a heart in midair. 2:01 It would seem I was still in possession of that curious ability. 2:06 As I continued my observations, I became aware of a certain distinct property of this power.

2:13 For example, when the dust came close to my body, it became harder to control, and when the distance to my body reached zero, I could no longer move it at all.

2:27 But then if the dust moved far from my body, manipulating it became trivial, and I could fling it about in any direction.

2:38 Might it be that the distance from my body is connected to the strength of my ability?

2:46 The closer to my body, the more my power weakens…….

2:51 Might it be that the further away something is, the stronger my power to move it becomes?

2:59 Might it be that the reason I couldn’t move pencils or textbooks in grade school was because I was experimenting with something set in front of me, within arm’s reach?

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