The grand sight of the old man standing by the truck with his arms crossed, proudly displaying the completely nonsensical banner.
Eventually, the old man got reported to the police, resulting in the banner being removed and seized.
Just when I thought it would end as a simple happening…
Three days later, with the sound of a rumbling truck echoing from the bumpy playground, it became clear I was wrong.
“Hey, that crazy old man is back again.”
I clearly heard that the banner had been confiscated from that spot, didn’t I?
Contrary to what I had heard, the truck and its unpleasant banner had reappeared as if they had never left.
It was at a level of absurdity that was impossible to comprehend with ordinary reasoning.
No, more than that, what kind of idiots are making such banners?
Even if they were getting paid, isn’t that just insane?
“Hey hey, that crazy old man is back.”
“Seriously? Where?”
As the female students reacted with disgust to the news of “the old man being back,” a few aggressive male students poked their heads out the window.
Even though the old man had only appeared for one day, his striking impression had spread like wildfire on the internet.
It quickly became known as the nickname “Lolicon Grandpa” and he became a notorious figure in a negative sense.
Comments were popping up, mentioning the demon realm and wondering if the magical girl would take care of him directly.
Of course, I had the urge to do exactly that, but I usually avoid getting involved in situations that might blur the lines between police and magical girls.
Generally, I only step in if it’s a case that would take time to get caught or if there’s a risk of escape.
Well, if he was standing there so confidently, thinking “Come and get me, then,” there was no reason for us to step in.
As it approached dismissal time, the old man began unfurling the banner in earnest.
Suddenly, amusing suggestions began to circulate among the students who were stealthily watching while smoking.
“Should we gather some boys and give it a shot?”
“Oh, that sounds super fun. Should we call Joo-hyun too?”
“Let’s just take him out.”
These fearlessly bold boys wasted no time tapping away on their unreturned smartphones to gather the forces for old man extermination.
As the saying goes, “Use a barbarian to beat a barbarian,” so…
The boys who had recently disappeared from school could be seen gathering around the truck out front.
“Help me! Old man, feed me!!!”
“Get down, you little brats!”
“No way, no way! I won’t come down until you give me 500,000 won!”
The crazy boys surrounding the truck or climbing onto the cargo area were shrieking and causing a ruckus, while the once dignified old man was flustered and unsure of what to do.
Students, demanding 500,000 won with a childish tone, were making a scene that would normally wrinkle anyone’s brow in dismay, but given the circumstances…
“Hehe…”
Other passing students laughed as if finding it all rather amusing.
Jumping on the cargo area and making loud thuds like a trampoline, they were instead yelling at the old man.
Eventually, the old man, unable to withstand it any longer, ended up calling the police.
However, by the time the police arrived, the students had sprinted away, leaving behind only the old man, who had once also had a banner seized.
The responding police confiscated the redone banner again and took the crazy old man to the police station.
Having called for the police himself, he was unsure of what to do as he was taken away.
After being thoroughly bullied by the boys, he seemed to have learned something and never appeared in front of our school again that day.
Good.
‘In our school,’ that is.
Thinking he had disappeared, I found out he was now doing the same thing at the neighboring high school.
[“Seeking a 13-year-old victim for Grandpa to have children with”…60-year-old man hanging up banners]
“Eww, that’s disgusting.”
I learned about it through an article online instead of directly seeing it with my own eyes.
I glanced at my smartphone screen with a disgusted expression, pondering briefly.
Could it be that he headed to an all-girls school to verify the power of male students with his own eyes and body?
In any case, it seemed the students’ ruckus had some kind of impact on the old man’s behavior.
‘Perhaps it’s time for some private retribution to take place…’
With a sinister thought, I shifted from lounging on the couch to lying flat, then slowly sat up.
This country has a problem with not swiftly catching criminals.
With a firm resolution, it was time to make a plan for action.
‘Today is an odd day.’
When I checked my smartphone’s notification bar, it noted “13”.
It was an odd-numbered night with no risk of monsters appearing.
The sky outside was darkening.
It was the perfect time to move leisurely, around 10:47 PM.
As I was putting on my clothes in my underwear, Gomteng raised an eyebrow with suspicion.
“Huh? Where are you going?”
I hadn’t even said a monster was coming, but clearly, my strange attire was raising alarms.
I hadn’t been outside much lately due to the heat and had only been exercising at home, so it made sense he was curious.
While I could have used exercise as my excuse, I saw no reason to lie, so I calmly stated the truth.
“I’m going for private retribution.”
“Excuse me?”
Gomteng looked confused, as if he didn’t understand.
Thinking he misheard, I repeated myself.
“I’m going to retribute privately.”
“What are you talking about?”
Even though we were speaking the same language, he couldn’t grasp a single bit of it.
Finally, he got up from where he had been lying on the cushion.
What does “private retribution” even mean?
Given it wasn’t even monster emergence, he didn’t need to follow me, but…
Maybe it was due to the chilling words intertwining within the sentence, he reluctantly lowered his head and scratched the back of his head as he followed me.
“Geez, what kind of trouble are you planning again?”
“If you don’t understand, just come along.”
I said this to the worried Gomteng, who was likely concerned about what kind of incident I was about to create.
Since when did he ever have any control over my actions?
With light steps, I began to run through the night.
Not on the path for exercise, but one that some used for their walk to school.
As the muggy wind enveloped me, I arrived beside a building where there were neither CCTV nor vehicles.
It was a bit far from home, but undoubtedly one of the transformation points.
When I mentioned I was flying to my destination at a transformation point, of course, it was the high school that had appeared on the news.
A green truck, which could be considered standard.
A pristine white paper that clearly designated who the owner of that truck was.
[Looking for women to live with this 60-year-old old man in this truck.]
It seemed all the banners had run out because they had put a sketchbook inside the window.
I took out Gomteng, who hadn’t seen the banner all the way home, from my pocket and showed him the scrawled text in black permanent marker.
“Hey, take a look at this… How could I not get involved?”
“Yuck, isn’t that person insane?”
“If he’s still doing this after being taken in by the police twice, then there’s really no hope left.”
I shook my hands free and prepared to lift the truck from underneath, carefully gauging its center of gravity, and began to lift it slowly from below.
As I lifted that massive piece of metal from below, it immediately began to rattle.
But after a moment, I found a stable spot to lift and smoothly soared up into the sky.
A flying car that was often mentioned in science books, I never thought I’d be the one to make it fly.
“Whoops.”
Dropping even one piece from above could lead to a major accident.
I flew as low as possible without disturbing any surrounding traffic and finally placed the truck amidst densely packed trees on a mountaintop.
Under this arrangement, I doubt anyone could imagine driving it down.
I realized too late, but the truck door wasn’t even locked.
Thanks to that, I was able to easily tear off the paper to remove it.
Still, Gomteng looked puzzled, a question lingering in the back of his mind.
He raised his hand to his chin and asked me.
“But, do you think that crazy old man will stop after this?”
“Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
A person who becomes famous in a bad way usually garners public attention, one way or another.
A few days later, the results of his actions showed up in the news.
Of course, the CCTV placed in front of the school provided footage of the incident.
Among the lower part of the TV screen was a caption summarizing the situation in one sentence.
[The 60-year-old man with banners, a truck in front of an all-girls high school, a magical girl’s decision.]
“At a certain all-girls high school in Incheon, a small figure appears. With long hair visible even in the dark, and a gorgeous outfit, it was a magical girl. She also shows the white paper stuck to the window to her mascot.”
The video was shaky and unclear, but at least the figure of what could be recognized as a magical girl was moving.
“And shortly after, crawling under the truck, she maneuvered it enough to make it shake and eventually flew it away. The truck, which disappeared that day, was found at the summit of XX mountain 14 kilometers away after being reported by hikers, but was confirmed to be stuck in a thicket among the trees.”
There was a truck on the mountain scene shown in the footage.
Although the dark night created a gloomy atmosphere in the forest,…
Amid the trees, it was just sitting there as if it belonged there.
Seeing that made it rather amusing.
‘Well, they found it.’
“On the other hand, the man who noticed the truck’s disappearance was about to face prosecution, and the next day rode on his motorcycle trying to promote a similar sketch to his banner, leading to his warrant being requested and he was subsequently arrested.”
‘In the end, he got caught.’
It seemed this was a case that would definitely attract many people’s attention, and after his third arrest, proper sentencing was likely to follow.
From an ordinary person’s perspective, it must have been unbelievable that a person could get caught twice and still be doing the same things openly.
As proof of that, my story often appeared in the magical girl gallery today.
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The story listed within was quite obvious.
Arrest, release, arrest, release, police continually releasing criminals back into society.
In contrast, the magical girl tossing a truck carelessly into the mountains.
It was clear which side would gain more support from the people.
On the surface, the public frenzy praised my actions as a refreshing conclusion.
‘But…’
I realized that the police couldn’t do nothing, and thought while scratching my head.
If you think about it, it makes sense that a magical girl, who uses magic that could topple buildings or destroy roads when monsters appear, would be a bit strange.
I’m sure the police would want to smack such a crazy old man with a baton, too.
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