Chapter 132

And, you dream about food all the time?

Faced with being ignored by the Club President, the White-Haired Witch simply pouted.

It's become a common occurrence.

She turned to him and said ingratiatingly, "Club President, is there any special task assigned to me? I'm not like those two idiots, still sleeping when the sun is high in the sky; they're clearly incapable of handling important tasks."

"Greedy Witch, you actually talked badly about me behind my back!"

Nibuya Morika's ears twitched, and when she heard the next sentence, she woke up and straightened up.

This action naturally woke up Dekomori Sanae, who was sleeping soundly next to her.

"What happened? Death?"

Dekomori Sanae rubbed her sleepy eyes, her gaze still somewhat dazed.

"Witch didn't say anything bad about you; I was merely stating what you had done."

Natsukawa Masuzu smiled playfully and spread his hands.

Nibuya Morika turned around and told Dekomori Sanae what she had said.

This strategy of using one wolf to devour another was very successful.

"Greedy Witch, you really haven't given up your evil ways, Death! The Dekumori slept for so long must be because you used some kind of magic!"

Dekomori Sanae casually grabbed the blanket, pulled it back, and reached out to grab the other person.

The two men interlaced their fingers and wrestled with each other, neither willing to give in.

After their sparring session ended, Hasegawa Izumi finally spoke with a relaxed air.

"Just now, during my trip out, I encountered someone who could be recruited into the organization."

As for eliminating the Butcher Evil Spirit, it was insignificant in his eyes.

"Huh!?"

Everyone in the room was astonished.

After all, they were all imposters; apart from the Club President, they hadn't seen any other Ability User for almost a month, which made them extremely surprised.

"Club President, is she also a superpowered Ability User?"

Natsukawa Masuzu's eyes narrowed.

What are her abilities?

Nibuya Morika looked curious.

"Being able to catch the eye of the Lord Sage makes Dekumori somewhat hopeful for this successor."

Dekomori Sanae pretended to be a senior.

"Her name is Yotsuya Miko Onmyo Eyes. She awakened an ability called 'the ability to see spirits,' which allows her to see things that ordinary people cannot, or natural phenomena that are invisible to the average person."

Hasegawa Izumi gave a reply.

That's it!?

That was the girls' first reaction upon hearing this.

Their true superpowered Ability User must be quite powerful, even if not as strong as the Club President who is like a god in their hearts, he must still be much stronger than them.

The sense of crisis that was originally caused by this has completely disappeared.

"Club President, this kind of ability shouldn't be considered unusual, right? Even those of us who haven't 'awakened' yet can do this."

Natsukawa Masuzu looked puzzled and asked again.

"While the ability to Onmyo Eyes is not exactly rare, it is a manifestation of a psychic constitution. The more supernatural phenomena one can see, the higher one's talent in this field. Also, there is a difference between 'yin and Onmyo Eyes' and 'spiritual eyes'."

"The former can see many indescribable things and phenomena by nature, while the latter needs to improve their own level to see higher levels of the indescribable. For example, the spirits you can see now are still relatively weak. If they are higher-level spirits, unless they materialize themselves, even you cannot see them."

He spoke slowly.

This explanation helped the girls understand the true meaning of 'Onmyo Eyes'.

"So, this junior has a lot of potential?"

Natsukawa Masuzu put aside her initial disdain for this ability.

"She's quite tall, and her mental fortitude is also good... so there's a good chance she'll pass the organization's test and become a substitute member."

He nodded.

"Test?"

Nibuya Morika's expression changed slightly.

"Is that even a question? Joining the Far East Magic Society certainly requires a certain level of skill and experience; otherwise, if any trash could get in, it would be a disaster."

As she said this, Dekomori Sanae gave her a quick glance.

"Snort."

Nibuya Morika snorted lightly, too lazy to bother arguing with this guy.

"The words may be rough, but the principle is sound. The key to an organization's members is quality, not quantity. To prevent the organization's reputation from being tarnished, I naturally have to carefully vet them."

Hasegawa Izumi continued.

Hearing this, the girls felt truly fortunate.

Luckily, they got on the bus early!

Otherwise, they wouldn't be confident they could pass this test.

"Thud."

Close the door.

Yotsuya Miko's seemingly calm expression immediately turned into excitement and surprise.

"Great! We've finally found a solution! We can finally stop seeing those things! And can I become a powerful being like a leader? Just thinking about it is so exciting!"

She clenched her fists and cheered with joy.

"Ahem, you've gotten a little too carried away."

In an instant, the girl returned to her silent state and began to recall what had just happened.

"It seems to be... Meditation Method?"

She sat on the mattress, took out her phone, and clicked on the video she had saved.

In the scene, the leader, dressed in a school uniform but exuding an air of ethereal beauty, is demonstrating the rhythm of breathing and the method of meditation.

"Wait, this school uniform is... from Shuchiin, right? Does that mean the leader also lives in Tokyo?"

Yotsuya Miko noticed this immediately and felt much more at ease.

"Even though it's a good time to go shopping, even if we can't see those guys, they're still there, right? The risk is still there... So, let's learn Meditation Method first? Only by becoming like that can we be fearless, right?"

The girl's gaze turned serious and earnest.

To be honest, although she usually acts very calm, she is actually terrified inside.

Then, she learned the same method, clearing her mind and quickly getting into the zone.

After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, looking somewhat dazed.

"It seems pretty simple?"

By the afternoon...

The three members of the Far East Magic Society began their "spirit-hunting" mission.

However, they achieved nothing.

Perhaps it's because 'spirits' are still quite rare, or perhaps it's because their spiritual power is currently insufficient, and their spiritual eyes have too small a range to scan.

In short, it eventually evolved into tourism focused on appreciating local customs and culture.

Following the long, sloping stone steps, walking among the trees, and breathing in the fresh, natural air, they entered the grounds of Kōmyōji Temple with the surrounding tourists.

It is said that during the autumn foliage season, the maple leaves of Kōmyōji Temple display a vibrant color that gradually changes from orange to red, creating a striking contrast with the simple gray bricks and tiles, forming a classic and beautiful scene.

However, this is in the summer, so tourists obviously can't see it.

Upon entering the temple, the first thing you see is its unique architectural style, which cleverly utilizes the texture of the wood to create a natural and harmonious aesthetic.

The slender columns and tall intercolumnar glass are arranged alternately at specific intervals, forming a modern exterior wall. Tradition and modernity are perfectly integrated in the architecture of Kōmyōji Temple.

"It's so beautiful! It's the first time I've ever seen a temple."

Is the Obon Festival held here?

"No, it's said to be held by the river."

Amidst the sighs and exclamations of the others, they had already completed their tour.

"Oh, right, we haven't investigated this temple yet!"

Suddenly, Natsukawa Masuzu thought of something.

"Let Dekumori see if this place is a den of iniquity, Death!"

With her eyes empowered by spiritual energy, Dekomori Sanae turned and looked back at the entire temple.

It still looks as solemn as ever.

That's indeed the case.

Because of the great popularity of incense offerings here, ordinary demons cannot enter.

At least not now.

Before even stepping into the temple, Hasegawa Izumi noticed this immediately.

As the sun gradually set, darkness returned to the world.

The first day of the Ullambana Buddhist Service officially began.

They ate dinner outside, but they weren't full; they planned to save the food for the food stalls that day.

After walking for a while, we finally arrived at the riverbank where the Buddhist Service being held.

The first thing you'll see is, of course, the various stalls that attract crowds, offering all sorts of snacks, local delicacies, and cultural activities—everything you could want.

To be honest, there's no real difference between the booths and those at the Fireworks Festival.

However, apart from him, it seemed that no one else had ever participated in Fireworks Festival before, and they all found it very novel.

However, due to today's organized activities, everyone seemed a bit reserved and cautious, looking around nervously.

"Let's have some fun first, there's plenty of time."

Hasegawa Izumi noticed their eager looks and smiled.

The girls' faces lit up with joy, and they no longer suppressed their nature, wandering towards the stall.

On the other hand, Rikka is in a terrible situation.

August 13th is the first day of the Obon festival – the welcoming day.

On this day, every family hangs up lanterns bearing their family crest, then lights ropes made of twisted thatch and goes to the cemetery to invite their ancestors home for the festival. Some families carve a horse from radishes, potatoes, etc., so that the souls of their ancestors can ride home.

"Go home, go home..."

"Today is a day for everyone to reunite..."

Takanashi Rikka and Jukka stood at the back, watching their grandparents calling out at their graves, their emotions surging within them.

Takanashi Rikka held back her tears and activated her Spirit Vision, wanting to confirm whether the souls of her ancestors, or perhaps her father's, had returned.

However, she was disappointed again.

"It's time to go back."

Jukka tugged at her younger Little Sister was standing there in a daze.