"Well? Can you see this thing in my hand?"
Inside the principal's office, Yaga Masamichi was holding a cursed spirit.
"I can see it, but isn't it disgusting? Its tongue looks like it's licking your hand."
Maki Zenin grimaced. She now understood that she wasn't the only one who could see these things. So everyone at this school can see them...
"Good. You can enroll next year." Yaga Masamichi crushed the cursed spirit in his hand and rose to leave.
The girl sitting there was stunned. She had tried touching these little things before. After all, some people had them on their bodies, but she had never imagined they could be killed.
"What kind of school is this?"
"Here, take a look at this agreement. Ask me if there's anything you don't understand. Let me say this in advance: you could die."
"...Die?"
Yaga Masamichi handed the enrollment papers to the girl, sat on the sofa with his hands clasped, and continued, "Simply put, this is a place where we study curses. The thing you just saw is called a curse, or a cursed spirit. We are responsible for exorcising them, so there is a risk to our lives. Even so... will you still come?"
"Gulp..."
Hearing how serious it was, Maki Zenin swallowed and slowly asked, "What's the death rate for this line of work?"
"Seventy percent. It has improved over the past few years, but that doesn't mean the future will remain peaceful. You can treat it as a job. Enrollment is free, and you'll receive a monthly salary."
"Then... let me think about it. I'll contact you again in a few days." Maki Zenin took the agreement from the table.
"That's fine. Think carefully about your future. If you make up your mind, this school's gates will