I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga Chapter 172: Day 1 Of School Trip

The Shinkansen ride from Tokyo to Kyoto took about 2 hours and 30 minutes.

It was my first ti on the Shinkansen, and it was definitely as fast as its reputation suggested.

“Wow… this is Kyoto Station.”

“It looks just like a pyramid.”

As soon as we got off at Kyoto Station, the first ones to exclaim in awe were Sasha from Russia and Mahes from Egypt.

They speak Japanese so well that I sotis forget they’re foreigners, but monts like these remind that they both definitely are.

Before moving to our accommodation, we took the long escalator up to the sky garden above the station during our 30 minutes of free ti.

From the sky garden, we had a clear view of Kyoto cityscape, and we could see Kyoto Tower, one of Kyoto’s landmarks, in the distance.

Rika, with her hands behind her back, muttered.

“It seems kind of small.”

“People from Tokyo always say that. Probably because it’s smaller than Tokyo Tower.”

The Class President said this while taking a photo of Kyoto Tower with her phone, and Aya, next to her, extended her hand.

“Class President, don’t do it alone. Let’s take a picture together. This is all part of the mories.”

Satoru next to them agreed excitedly.

“Oh! That’s a great idea! I’m in!”

“Well, they say the only thing left from a trip is the photos.”

As Ryuji also joined in, the Class President, overwheld by the atmosphere, said, “H-huh? Huh?”

“Could you please take one photo for us?”

We asked a passerby to take a group photo of us with Kyoto Tower in the background.

“Kyaaaah!”

But then, the Class President scread while checking the photo.

“What happened?!”

Everyone looked in surprise, and the Class President showed her trembling hand with the phone screen.

“Th-there’s sothing strange behind Sakamoto.”

Eh?

I quickly looked at the photo.

Indeed, sothing white and wavering was captured behind Ryuji.

“……”

I looked towards Ryuji.

Hanging behind him was Saya… no, Chiaki. She turned her head slightly, as if pricked by sothing, and I made an excuse.

“I-it’s not my fault! What?!”

Oh boy, that ghost.

I tried my best to persuade her.

“It must be so kind of backlighting effect. There’s no way sothing like a ghost would be captured in broad daylight.”

“I didn’t say anything about a ghost.”

“Y-you didn’t?”

“…So, it looks like a ghost to you too, Yu-seong?”

Having nothing to say, I simply nodded in agreent.

“What’s up?”

Then, Satoru appeared like a savior.

“Ah, sothing like a ghost appeared in the photo.”

Satoru glanced at the photo, chuckled, and shrugged.

“This is just an effect caused by HDR light reflection. It’s nothing, so don’t make a fuss about it.”

“I-is that so?”

The Class President awkwardly scratched her head, and Satoru said with a mischievous expression.

“I didn’t know you were scared of ghosts, Class President.”

“Is it wrong for to be scared?”

“No, it’s surprisingly cute.”

Then, the Class President, with a flushed face, pumled Satoru with her fists.

“Ow, ow, ow! It really hurts!”

Thank you, Satoru. I won’t forget your sacrifice.

We took a chartered bus from Kyoto Station and arrived at an old onsen inn in downtown Kyoto.

True to Kyoto’s character, with many old houses, there were many wooden buildings constructed in the old style wherever we went.

This gave the feeling of having traveled back in ti.

Maybe this was fitting for Kyoto, known as the city of a thousand years.

As expected of one of Japan’s most famous tourist cities, the overall scenery was beautiful.

“Wow… it’s beautiful.”

As we walked down the hallway to our rooms, our attention was unwittingly drawn to the maple trees planted in the garden.

Although slightly different from a traditional Japanese garden with pine trees, the view of bright red maple leaves scattered over the stone bridge was like a painting.

Rika, walking ahead, asked Sasha.

“Sasha, is this your first ti at a ryokan?”

Sasha nodded quietly.

“I’ve seen them a lot in animations, but it’s my first ti actually being here.”

“Do you know how to wear a yukata?”

“No. Even when I went to the festival last ti, the hotel staff helped .”

“Hehe, I thought so. Then, I’ll help you change clothes later.”

It’s good to see that they both get along well.

Especially since there were quite a few clashes of opinions before the sumr break.

After parting with the girls and entering the room we would use, we were amazed by its spaciousness.

“Wow, the room is spacious.”

“Isn’t it about 15 pyeong?”