Chapter 111

"A mere fatal wound shouldn't be difficult to treat, right?"

Right there in the corridor, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat was surrounded by a group of menacing-looking guys. Some of them were shirtless and all of them had tattoos, making them look like people you shouldn't mess with.

"Well, well, we can only do our best, after all, his injuries are really too severe."

Eguchi Haruki looked strained and wiped his sweat as he spoke.

When the gang leader was brought in, he had a large gash in his abdomen, clearly a severe stab wound that could be life-threatening and might not be salvageable. Naturally, he couldn't guarantee anything.

"You son of a bitch! Listen to me carefully, if we can't save him, my Gusho will..."

One of the young men, who had a scar on his face, was very agitated. He grabbed Eguchi Haruki by the collar and pinned him against the wall.

Hasegawa Izumi was naturally uninterested in the tug-of-war between the two sides.

But he didn't turn around and leave. Instead, he decided to wait a while, since the 'boss' was clearly on the verge of death.

Perhaps it was his opportunity to witness 'spirit' firsthand.

However, the girls were not on the same wavelength as him.

"Club President, why did you stop?"

Natsukawa Masuzu.

"Could it be that an evil spirit is about to appear and cause death?!"

Dekomori Sanae twitched her eyebrows.

"This is bad! My Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King is still useless because it hasn't adapted yet."

Takanashi Rikka covered her eyes with one hand, her expression suddenly turning serious.

"Seeker of Truth, you shouldn't need my cooperation, right? I'll leave the rest to you."

Nibuya Morika looked around and took a small step back.

"You're overreacting a bit. I just wanted to..."

Just as Hasegawa Izumi was about to turn around to explain, a voice suddenly came from ahead.

"What are you guys doing there! Have you been watching for a long time?"

A gangster with a mohawk and dyed Blondie hair, wearing earrings, noticed them and strode over menacingly.

This also drew the attention of other gang members, who gave him hostile looks.

Should this be considered an undeserved disaster?

Hasegawa Izumi thought to herself, she looked over calmly.

Are you planning to take your anger out on strangers?

He remained calm and fearless.

"Ha, a passerby? You look more like a spy sent by the enemy! Who would stand here watching for no reason!"

The guy with the rooster-like haircut didn't believe his story at all and started to get physical.

"I just wanted to see if the 'boss' you guys were going to die."

He casually brushed aside the other person's outstretched right hand.

"What did you say?! You're saying you're not a spy?"

This remark enraged not only the man with the mohawk, but also the other gang members behind him.

How dare they provoke me to my face?

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

These people have clearly misunderstood something.

"If you won't listen to human language, then so be it."

However, he was too lazy to explain and prepared to fight.

The cause of this fight can be simply compared to the situation of "What are you looking at?" and "What's it to you?"

To determine who is right and who is wrong, all that's needed is to judge their skill level.

Kung Fu is simply two characters, one horizontal and one vertical; lying down is obviously wrong.

"How long do you think the Club President will need?"

"Ten seconds?"

"It was definitely a matter of a split second; death."

"It depends on the Seeker of Truth's mood."

Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, the girls of the Far East Magic Society all retreated to the side in unison, completely unconcerned and like spectators watching a show.

Are you kidding me? You low-level gang members think you can fight an Ability User without even putting up a fight?

You're tired of living!

These gang members weren't thinking about that much; all they were thinking was, 'It doesn't matter whether this guy in front of them is a spy sent by the enemy or not.' Just for those offensive words, they had to teach him a lesson."

Of course, only the leader with the mohawk initially made a move. They all had experience in street fighting and thought that bullying a guy who looked like a high school student would be a piece of cake.

"Faster, faster..."

The doctor, Eguchi Haruki, who had just been surrounded, took the opportunity to hide around a corner, took out his phone, and prepared to call security.

These petty thugs from the underworld are nothing special; they're just low-level hooligans and ordinary thugs. Given the hospital's current status, they could easily handle them.

It's understandable that you can't save a dying patient, but if someone is killed in a hospital, that would be a much bigger problem.

However, something surprising happened next.

"Smack."

Just as the man with the rooster-like hair assumed a free-fighting stance and threw a punch at the boy, the boy raised his hand and blocked it firmly.

Hasegawa Izumi remained expressionless, and simply twisted her right hand.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Let go of me!"

The rooster-headed man immediately gritted his teeth in pain from the spiraling force.

He then kicked the other man in the chest.

The man with the rooster-like hair fell to the ground, his left hand clutching his right arm, and roared with a contorted expression, "This kid's tough! Everyone, attack him!"

Needless to say, the gang members, who valued loyalty above all else, exchanged glances and rushed forward together.

To succeed, you can't just desert your post at the last minute.

Moreover, with more than 10 against 1, the advantage is on my side!

"It's too noisy, you should get some sleep."

However, a few casual punches and kicks from Hasegawa Izumi were enough to put them all into a state of infant-like sleep.

"Now it's quiet."

He glanced back and said this.

Eguchi Haruki, who was hiding around the corner, stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.

This completely overturned his understanding of the human body.

Humans can be this strong?

Even a boxing champion couldn't possibly take on so many people by himself!

Moreover, he was just a boy who looked very young.

"Um, sir... may I ask what brings you here?"

He stepped out and instinctively used a respectful term when addressing the boy.

"I just came to take a look, will it be of any use?"

Hasegawa Izumi countered with a question.

"It shouldn't have any impact..."

Eguchi Haruki glanced down at the unconscious person.

As an experienced physician, he could tell that the attacker's strength was just right, only enough to knock someone unconscious, showing great restraint.

A short while later, the security guards he had called dragged the unconscious gang member into the lounge, making the scene less frightening than before.

At this time.

Hasegawa Izumi, who was waiting at the doorway, continued explaining to the girls.

"In the future, you will certainly face a completely new life form called 'spirit,' so you should also learn how to subdue them."

"First, the simplest way is to directly kill or subdue them through violent means. However, choosing the right attack method is crucial; purely physical attacks are unlikely to be effective... This requires a high level of strength."

"The second option is to fulfill their wishes and help them pass on to the afterlife, or to recite mantras like the Sutra of Rebirth to directly help them pass on. The former is simpler, while the latter, if your cultivation level is insufficient, may anger them and increase their hatred towards you."

"This is the commonly used 'Spirit Summoning method.' Other methods include turning 'spirits' into one's own 'guardian spirits' for one's own use."

I learned something!

The girls thought about it with serious expressions.

"As expected of the learned and sage Lord Sage!"

Dekomori Sanae made a timely boast.

Others chimed in with a few words.

"Then, let's begin the experiment... Coincidentally, an evil spirit has just been born right next to you."

Suddenly, Hasegawa Izumi's eyes flickered.

An evil spirit has appeared!?

The girls suddenly felt a chill, as if they were in an ice cave. They stiffly turned their necks and looked towards the emergency room.

However, there was nothing there.

The girls all gave him speechless looks.

Stop kidding!

"Ah, I almost forgot, close your eyes first, I'll help you activate your 'Onmyo Eyes'."

The atmosphere that Hasegawa Izumi had just created vanished instantly, replaced by an awkward smile.

The girls immediately closed their eyes in agreement, showing their absolute trust in him.

His expression turned serious, and he touched the space between their eyebrows with his finger.

10. Can you see me? Can you see me?

"Spirits are a special life form, inherently possessing an ethereal quality that makes them invisible. To detect their existence, they must either grow to a certain stage and choose to manifest themselves, transforming from an ethereal state into a visible one, or, of course, ordinary physical attacks remain ineffective..."

"Besides that, there's the ability to see spirits through 'Onmyo Eyes,' which is a special ability for ordinary people to communicate with the supernatural. But if Ability User, they can achieve a similar effect through another method."

As Hasegawa Izumi explained quickly, she channeled her spiritual energy into the girls' eyes.

Having undergone the foundational training, the girls were now able to sense the flow of spiritual energy, no longer as oblivious as before.

The influx of spiritual energy gave them a warm and soothing feeling.

"Alright, you can open your eyes now."

Upon hearing this, the girls slowly opened their eyes, a faint glint of light flashing within them.

With the blessing of spiritual power, they felt the world before them suddenly change. The originally bright and beautiful environment turned into a ghostly scene, and a strange black aura was surging out from the other side of the emergency room, making them feel very ominous.

I, Kitahara Sousuke, am an orphan, raised by my adoptive father from childhood.

My adoptive father came from one of the most influential yakuza organizations in Tokyo, where he was a minor leader. Growing up in that environment, I developed a violent and aggressive personality, and I got into many fights.

And so, I grew up until I was twenty-five.

I thought I could peacefully take over my adoptive father's position and reach the pinnacle of my life...