“Good to hear. Sohow everything got resolved.”
“Yeah. It’s all thanks to you, Yu-seong.”
“What did I do? If anything, it was Mahes who had the hard ti, not .”
Saying that, I looked at the brown-skinned Egyptian ghost floating next to Ryuji.
“Hmm. You should be thankful. My contractor. Without , you couldn’t have taken in that girl.”
Indeed, without Mahes, Ryuji couldn’t have accepted Saya… no, Chiaki now.
He wouldn’t have been able to accept Chiaki.
That was because if Chiaki, a ghost with imnse negative energy, possessed a normal person, it could have killed him.
However, because Ryuji already had Mahes, who possessed the power of extre yang, they were miraculously able to maintain balance.
A so-called harmony of yin and yang, perhaps.
Thanks to this, it felt like a significant power-up, but I was scared to think how strong it might get.
After Sasha’s possession ended, she went ho by car, and the four of us remained to continue our conversation.
Probably, others would think it odd.
Two seemingly normal high school students talking to thin air.
We deliberately chose a secluded park as our eting place to avoid such looks.
“How have you been all this ti?”
“Huh? …”
Especially Ryuji and Chiaki, despite eting after a long ti, talked without any awkwardness.
Thanks to that, Mahes, feeling like an outsider, sat next to with a lukewarm gaze towards them.
“It’s a good ti, then.”
I asked Mahes, who said that.
“By the way, Mahes, how old were you when you died?”
“Why do you ask that all of a sudden?”
“No particular reason.”
Mahes chuckled dismissively and answered.
“I died a bit over thirty. Fighting the Night Clan that ca from beyond the Nile River with my warriors.”
“The Night Clan?”
“They claid to be descendants of Set, the God of War. They were in opposition to our clan that served Bastet, the daughter of the Sun God Ra.”
The sun and the night, huh?
It slled like a plot twist.
“Even though I, the great warrior of the sun, died in the last battle, the Night Clan was almost annihilated, so their lineage must be completely extinct by now.”
“No, that’s a flag.”
“Hmm? What do you an?”
“In comics and such, usually when soone says that, it leads to ‘Ta-da! Actually, the Night Clan still exists!’ kind of twist.”
“Haha, you say such interesting things. Comics are just comics. How could a clan that disappeared thousands of years ago still exist?”
Having the most unrealistic being in this world say that left speechless.
“Anyway, let’s end this conversation here. Let’s talk about sothing more substantial.”
“Alright. Let’s talk about sothing else then.”
Mahesh stroked his chin and said.
“In my view, you have trendous potential as a warrior. To be honest, it’s a bit of a waste to leave such a raw gem unpolished.”
“No, even if you say that, it’s just troubleso for .”
“True, in peaceful tis, excessive strength can beco poison. I don’t intend to push my opinion recklessly. After all, it’s not good for the dead to ddle in the affairs of the living.”
“…Don’t you think that contradicts your usual behavior?”
As far as I know, due to the contract he made with him, Ryuji would travel around the country, breaking dojos, after graduation.
Because of this ghost who sought battles with the strong.
But upon hearing my words, Mahes laughed heartily and patted my shoulder.
“Ryuji is already deeply connected with , so it doesn’t matter. After all, him eting was all destiny.”
“Destiny?”
“It can be expressed in any way, depending on who speaks it. Whether it is sothing that must happen or will happen. His throwing himself into danger to save his family, and eting and making a contract there could be seen as just a part of a larger flow. It was ant to be that way, originally.”
I always knew Mahes wasn’t an ordinary ghost, but it seed like he held so incredible secret.
However, as an outsider, it was certain that uncovering his secret would be a daunting task.
“In that regard, I have great expectations for you.”
“Expectations?”
“Destiny is like the waterfalls of the Nile, impossible to climb against. Yet the fate of those around you, big or small, seems a bit twisted. As a warrior and a priest, I can sense that.”
“……”
Honestly, I was incredibly surprised by his words.
Because Mahes seed to have half-penetrated my true nature.
“I can’t tell if it will be beneficial or harmful, but at least proceed in the direction you think is right. That’s all I wish from you.”
After saying that, Mahes was the first to rise from his seat.
“Let’s head back. Contractor. It’s about ti for the sun to set.”
Then Ryuji, who was busy roasting sesa seeds with Chiaki, replied, “Oh? Should we?” and stood up.
Since we were headed ho the sa way anyway, we left the park and walked toward the sunset.
Before I knew it, almost a week had passed since the start of the second sester.
Even the kids who initially detested attending school were gradually getting used to a regular routine.
I was one of them, and my school life was flowing quite well.
But recently, sothing concerning has arisen.
“……”
“Ryu-chan? Why are you suddenly like this?”
“No, it feels like soone’s watching.”
I reflexively turned my head, and finding no one there, I tilted my head in confusion.
For so days now, the back of my neck has been prickling.
At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but the persistent feeling of being watched was incredibly botherso.
‘Chiaki, you’re never around when needed.’
Just a week ago, I was tired of dealing with Chiaki whining about being bored, but now that she was gone, her absence felt significant.
It seed her presence had beco too much of a given for .
Anyway, we were in the middle of a discussion about Jump, so it was ti to continue the conversation with Rika.
Zap!
Feeling the gaze on the back of my head again, I abruptly stood up from my seat.
“Who’s there?!”
Then, I heard the sound of soone running hastily outside the back door of the classroom.
When I hurriedly opened the door and went out, I could only see a figure running away in the distance.
Satoru, who erged a beat later, said,
“Isn’t that Senior Ayabe from the newspaper club?”
“Senior Ayabe?”
“Yeah, the one who interviewed you when you were going around breaking dojos.”
I thought back to the old days upon hearing that.
“Kim Yu-seong, how do you feel right now?”
“Ah, please conduct the interview through my manager.”
…That was the person Rika dealt with back then.
“But why would such a person be watching ?”
“You were being watched?”
“It’s been about 5 days.”
“Is there a shortage of news material for the school newspaper lately?”
Since he was from the newspaper club, it wasn’t impossible.
“But isn’t that senior preparing for the center exams?”
Did she have enough ti to follow around all day?
Hearing my question, Satoru shrugged and answered,
“That person, she’s really good at studying. She’ll probably be in the top ten of the third year.”
It was even more mysterious that such a person had been following for 5 days.
“If you’re that curious, why don’t you go ask her directly?”
“What?”
“You’re in the Student Council, right? Use your Dark Student Council powers and sort it out.”
Satoru said this while making a throat-slitting gesture.
The students in the class began murmuring while watching him.
“Is Kim going to bury the Senior?”
“Maybe he’ll be buried in cent and thrown into Tokyo Bay?”
“That Senior won’t be seen from tomorrow.”
It felt like a huge misunderstanding had occurred.
When I glared at Satoru, who was practically the cause of all this, he exclaid, “Oh no! Hot!” and hurried back to his seat.
Left alone in the corridor, I sighed softly and decided to think about the rest during lunchti.
Lunchti.
Visiting the Student Council to have lunch and also consult about the newspaper club matter, I found the Vice President gaming on a laptop and asked,
“What are you doing?”
“Just a bit more! I could have caught it, but suddenly, the aggro jumped to the dragonfly next to , and I died!”
Hearing that, I sneakily peeked at the senior’s laptop screen.
A dark fantasy-thed ga that was popular these days was running on the screen.
“…Hang in there.”
I said that to the Vice President, who seed ntally shattered, and then looked at the President sitting in her designated seat.
“President, have you had lunch?”
The President smiled slightly and shook her head.
“Not yet. Sohow, I felt like sothing good would happen today.”
Saying that, she stood up and sat down on a reception sofa first.
“It seems you haven’t had lunch either, Yu-seong. Let’s eat together.”
“Yes, thank you.”
I gladly accepted the President’s recomndation and sat down on the sofa across from her.
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