Chapter 105

Nibuya Morika's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze filled with deep anticipation and anxiety.

"Nibuya, I remember your specialty is actually 'spellcasting', right?"

Hasegawa Izumi suddenly thought of something.

Although Mori Summer claims to be a righteous magician and has the alternative title of Elf Mother, this is only on the surface. In reality, she possesses other attributes; otherwise, she wouldn't have named her work "Dark Grimoire."

"Uh, yes, that's right."

Nibuya Morika slightly opened her mouth, pursed her lips, and then gritted her teeth to admit it.

Does this mean I'm destined to become the kind of shady character who stabs people in the back?

I was truly on the verge of tears.

"Then I will guide you to learn more powerful 'spells'."

Hasegawa Izumi then proceeded to introduce the topic.

"In a certain world, there exist beings called Shinigami, and Kido is a high-level spell that only Shinigami can use. The higher the level, the greater the difficulty and power of its use... Kido used for healing, assisting in attacks, or restraining opponents is called Hado... Kido used for defense, capture, and tracking is called Binding... and healing Kido is called Kaidō..."

This is exactly what I want to learn!

Nibuya Mori shouted in his heart.

Such abilities are comprehensive and complete, and most importantly, they include lyrics, making them incredibly fashionable and hard not to be tempted!

After that, Hasegawa Izumi drew all the necessary visualization diagrams. As long as the girls did as he said, they would definitely be able to possess the essence needed for these powers when they awakened.

Amidst this peaceful and idyllic time, the chuunibyou (delusional) girls of the Far East Magic Society gradually embark on a transformation toward the extraordinary!

Five points of spiritual power, isn't that amazing?

"Thud."

Takanashi Rikka closed the door, quickly went into her bedroom, and took out the visualization diagram drawn by the Sage.

The Sharingan in the picture consists of three tomoe, resembling sharp blades. The scarlet background gives it an ominous and mysterious feel, while the black tomoe seem capable of devouring all light.

She stared intently, mesmerized and entranced, as if bewitched, until the girl's eyes grew dry and she couldn't help but blink, finally breaking free from this strange state.

"What's going on? It felt like... like an eternity had passed just now."

She murmured to herself, looked up at the wall clock, and roughly estimated that she was at least five minutes later than usual when she would get home, but she couldn't give an exact estimate.

This is clearly because this visualization possesses a magical Magic Power.

Although she didn't know what this ability was, she understood that this must be the means by Sage was confident in helping them awaken.

"Watching it once a day is enough."

Remembering the Sage's guidance, Takanashi Rikka thought for a moment and then placed the visualization diagram on her desk.

Then, the girl drew back the curtains, sat upright on the floor, slowly closed her eyes, and began to breathe in a mysterious rhythm, her flat chest rising and falling slightly.

In the void, tiny amounts of Spiritual Energy, too small to be seen with the naked eye, were being slowly inhaled into her mouth and then absorbed into the Seed of Spiritual Power.

Now, she has no other distracting thoughts; her mind is entirely focused on cultivation.

Whether it was her or the other girls from the Far East Magic Society, they all did the same after returning home.

Finally, the light is in the air, and those who chase the light naturally want to get even closer.

Night fell silently.

"I'm back."

The mature older sister returned home as usual.

"Where did they go?"

Jukka glanced across the sofa but didn't see her Little Sister.

"Why aren't you back yet, it's so late?"

With this question in mind, she walked to the door of her Little Sister's bedroom.

Through the crack in the half-open door, she saw this scene.

The bright moonlight slanted down from the window, bathing the once carefree girl in it, giving her an almost sacred air.

"What's this guy up to now? Why is he suddenly learning to meditate?"

Jukka was puzzled.

"Never mind, let her be."

It's not a bad thing, Jukka quickly accepted, looked away, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

At the dining table.

"I'm starting to eat."

Takanashi Rikka clasped her hands together, then picked up her Chopsticks.

Something's wrong! Something's very wrong!

What happened to this guy? Why did he become like this? Did he experience some new trauma?

Jukka didn't make a move, her expression serious, which seemed very strange.

Since a while ago, Rikka hasn't been as easily startled as before when she's at home, and in the last two days, she hasn't even said those inexplicable things.

It wasn't that I was angry with her or didn't want to spend too much time with her; rather, it seemed like I had something important to do.

This left her completely baffled.

Don't put too much pressure on yourself.

When Rikka finished eating and was about to go back to her room, she couldn't help but say something.

Takanashi Rikka stopped and looked back. A smile appeared on her expressionless face as she said, "Don't worry about me, Jukka."

"Huh?"

Jukka was completely stunned.

This child can actually communicate normally now?

Takanashi Rikka didn't think too much about it and continued her training after entering the room.

The young girl nowadays is not chasing after something illusory; she has seen real hope. Coupled with that treacherous banquet, her mindset is now quite different.

"Young Lady, would you like to take a shower first?"

"No need, I have important things to do. Don't knock on the door, even if Mom and Dad come home."

Back home, Dekomori Sanae gave the old housekeeper a few instructions before running into her bedroom.

When she saw the Rumble-Rumble Fruit in the visualization diagram, this scene suddenly appeared in her mind.

Beneath the endless dark clouds, amidst the torrent of thunder, a figure resembling God of Thunder looked down and whispered "Ten Thousand Thunders." Then, the surging electrons fell to the ground, forming countless bolts of lightning, and pillars of light stood tall in the world.

This immersive experience deeply moved the young girl.

A long time.

"Could this be a scene from another world that the Lord Sage once witnessed? It's so incredibly realistic, a death so real."

She first made a guess, then asked herself, "Will I be able to become as strong as Dekumori someday?"

Enchanted by the terrifying power of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, the girl became even more fascinated.

But that kind of thing is still too far away for her. Let alone how long it would take to reach that level after awakening, she hasn't even achieved awakening yet!

"Morika, how was today's club activity? Did you get to know Hasegawa-kun better?"

Nibuya Morika's mother is a full-time housewife and is basically always at home, so when she comes home, she gets the gossip.

Because of her chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) phase, she mentioned the Seeker of Truth quite a bit, and she had also told her mother about joining the club before, which led to this situation.

"Mom, stop being so love-struck. I have things to do, don't bother me."

Under her mother's meaningful gaze Nibuya Morika slipped into the bedroom.

She leaned against the door, her face slightly flushed.

I do have this feeling, of course I do; it must have been there from the moment I chose to follow that person.

"However, these things are best left to fate."

She quickly cheered up.

Romantic relationships aren't the focus right now; what that person needs more is a companion who can walk with them through life.

Nibuya Morika shook the jumbled thoughts out of her head and took out her visualization diagram.

The visualization depicted several characters she didn't recognize. After gazing at it, various images appeared in her mind, showing these characters using Kido arts.

What impressed her most was a certain character's chanting of the Black Coffin of Hado Kujo, which looked incredibly cool and awesome.

However, why does the person who was locked up seem so indifferent?

"Damn it, I suddenly really want to know what happens next...!"

She stomped her foot in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, right, since the Seeker of Truth recorded such a scene, it means he must know about it, right? I'll ask him about it later."

She calmed down after remembering this incident and entered a meditative state.

At the same time.

Although Natsukawa Masuzu did not request an improvement in her abilities, she did receive a similar visualization diagram.

"Isn't this Star Platinum?"

She recognized the character instantly when she saw the drawing.

Then many images she had seen before flashed through her mind, but they were more realistic than anime, making her feel as if she were actually there.

"Could it be that the world of JoJo actually exists!?"

This made her wonder.

Another day has passed, inside the club activity room.

Of course.

Holding her phone and observing the world's changes, Hasegawa Izumi answered the girls' questions.

"This is the world I've seen with my own eyes; it can't be fake."

His answer convinced the girls.

"Club President, are you sure you didn't just imagine this because you've read the JoJo manga?"

A hint of doubt lingered in Natsukawa Masuzu's eyes, leaning towards this being the truth.

In her view, having ability does not mean one will not speak nonsense.

"Hmm, don't dwell on this kind of thing, it's not important anyway."

He couldn't be bothered to take it seriously, since he didn't have any means to prove it.

We can't possibly let everyone travel through time and space to these worlds, can we?

His current level of understanding is not yet at that level.

"I see."

Natsukawa Masuzu didn't hesitate.

"Club President, do you think there are any areas we still need to improve?"

She quickly changed the subject.

Gathering spiritual energy is not an easy task. The girls need to immerse themselves in a meditative state, but so far they can only maintain it for one or two hours before it becomes very mentally taxing.

Therefore, they all scheduled their meditation sessions for the evening, so they could use sleep to recover their energy.

However, the girls were not so naive as to think they could become strong without any obstacles, so they continued to learn from the experience of their Club President, who was a pioneer.