Onmyo Academy.
It was one of the few institutions in the country dedicated to training Onmyoji.
For those who aspired to become professional Onmyoji, this was the gateway to opening up their future.
The academy's curriculum focused heavily on practical training. In particular, its practical classes were extremely difficult. By the time third-year students reached the highest grade, their mastery of Class A curses already qualified them as half-fledged professionals. This made the Onmyo Academy one of the most famous and prestigious schools in the world of curses, attracting countless students eager to enroll.
The Onmyo Academy stood in Tokyo's Shibuya.
The current academy building had only been completed four years ago. Two years earlier, in June, it had suffered severe damage during the attack by the dynamic spiritual disaster caused by the "Jōshi Second Exorcism" incident. But it had long since been repaired, and no trace of the damage remained.
It was not merely a building equipped with the latest facilities. It also exuded a solemn atmosphere that complemented its history of nearly half a century. In the hearts of the many Onmyoji who had graduated and set out on their own, it remained an unforgettable alma mater.
However...
"There have still been some changes, haven't there?"
Standing before the entrance to the Onmyo Academy, a young man draped in a pitch-black coat as dark as a crow's feathers gazed at the building before him. He felt a pang of nostalgia, then smiled ambiguously.
The advanced building before him was exactly the same as the one in his memories, without the slightest change.
After all, from this world's perspective, only a little over a year had passed since Luo Zhen's departure.
But there had indeed been changes.
They were not changes to the exterior, but to what lay within.