Chapter 158
"Dekumori, don't you have anything you want to ask?"
Takanashi Rikka turned her head to look.
"No death! Dekumori lost fair and square today. Master is indeed the strongest among us..."
Dekomori Sanae shook her head and said very frankly.
Nibuya Morika and Natsukawa Masuzu's expressions seemed to agree with this.
Of course, this is only temporary!
The three girls added another sentence in their minds.
Without the ambition to covet the title of "strongest," it is difficult to become a true powerhouse!
The bigger your heart, the bigger your world!
On the windowsill, beautiful little grasses, pure blue in color, sway in the breeze.
A wooden sword hangs high on the wall.
The Far East Magic Society members returned to the activity room to enjoy the peaceful afternoon.
Hasegawa Izumi brewed several cups of hot tea and distributed them to everyone.
The tea leaves left over from the previous Tea Ceremony Club have all been used up, and now they are using the precious tea leaves brought by Dekumori.
"Didn't Dekumori learn how to brew tea from the Lord Sage? So one day, I brewed some for my father, which captivated him, and I returned the favor with this."
These are the words that Dekumori said at the time.
"One sip and my mood is soothed. The Lord Sage's tea-making skills are truly superb."
Dekomori Sanae took a sip of the rich and fragrant tea and couldn't help but sigh.
"This isn't tea ceremony; it's a state of being, a realm of life that you'll never learn in your entire life, Little Dot."
Nibuya Morika closed her eyes to enjoy the moment, but upon hearing someone's grating and unnecessary voice, she immediately retorted sarcastically.
Perhaps because of the tea, Dekomori Sanae didn't yell and instead said with restraint, "Dekumori can't reach that, then the imposter Mori Summer certainly can't reach death."
After enjoying the tea, Takanashi Rikka seemed to be deep in thought.
"You guys are so impetuous! Can the Club President silence them all?"
Natsukawa Masuzu glanced at it and said.
"If anyone's going to be banned, it'll be you first! You Witch Death, who dared to blaspheme against the sacred!"
Even in this situation, Nibuya Morika and Dekomori Sanae were able to unite against a common enemy and cooperate with each other.
"You..."
Seeing that things were not going well, Natsukawa Masuzu snorted and turned her gaze to Rikka.
"Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King User, why do you look like that? Have you suddenly realized something again?"
She changed the subject.
"No, it's just that the tea brewed by the Sage calmed my mind. It was only then that I realized my 'evil heart' was at risk of getting out of control. It seems that if I want to master the 'Sharingan,' my State of Mind also needs to be elevated."
Takanashi Rikka couldn't help but sigh.
"Stop talking about this!"
The three women looked very sad.
They all want to awaken immediately!
A few more minutes passed.
"What are your thoughts on the Assessment Mission for Yotsuya?"
"Hasegawa Izumi suddenly asked."
He posed this question to everyone in order to give them a chance to quickly accept this newcomer.
As a character who is highly favored by the modern world, he is looking forward to Yotsuya's future development.
What should we do?
The four girls exchanged glances, and then each shared their thoughts.
"Why not let her complete the 'Spirit Summoning' task alone?"
"This assessment is far too easy. Some ghosts can't even withstand a single punch from me. There should at least be a slightly higher threshold."
"Since they are prospective members, Dekumori suggests that keeping the mission simple is acceptable."
The girls argued briefly before confirming the standards required for Spirit Summoning, which was at least at a level that Yotsuya would need to use his brain to handle.
"So, who are the examiners?"
Hasegawa Izumi's gaze swept over the crowd.
Whether to prevent accidents or to confirm the completion of the task, such a person is needed.
However, the girls weren't very interested in it.
Because their time is very precious, they secretly study and summarize in private.
While spiritual energy can operate automatically, other aspects cannot.
In order not to be left behind by this world, they are working even harder to learn new things.
"Let's draw lots then."
He pondered for a moment and then said.
"Good."
Everyone agreed.
He wrote four different notes and placed them on the table.
The girls each chose a slip of paper, opened it simultaneously, and their expressions said it all.
"It's Dekumori's death?"
Dekomori Sanae looked upset and pouted.
Inside the house, in a corner, there is an exquisitely crafted Buddhist shrine with a memorial tablet and a photograph on it.
'Father, what should I do?'
Yotsuya Miko knelt on the ground, her hands clasped together in a prayer ritual, but her mind was in turmoil.
Like Rikka, she was also deeply saddened by the passing of her father.
After learning about the existence of incredible abilities in this world, she also wondered if she could save her father and bring her family back together.
Although it seems unattainable.
"Would Mom be happy if Dad could come back to life?"
She couldn't help but speak up.
"Of course, if Dad could be brought back to life... But people can't be brought back to life, and Dad might have already been reincarnated. Let's just wish him a peaceful and safe life in his next life."
A magnanimous response came from behind me.
"I see."
The girl did not harbor that twisted obsession; she chose to offer her blessings in her heart, just like her mother, without forcing anything.
The cycle of birth, aging, and reincarnation is always inevitable.
In a daze, she gained a deeper understanding of her own ability to Onmyo Eyes.
A while later.
As Yotsuya Miko was meditating on the floor of her bedroom, her phone suddenly beeped.
Leader: Alright, Yotsuya, your Assessment Mission has arrived. After discussion, we've decided that Dekumori will be the assessor...
"Great, the Assessment Mission has finally arrived!"
She glanced at her phone and immediately became excited.
Just then, Mrs. Yotsuya was about to push open the door when she heard the last sentence.
"A mission? What mission? Miko, you wouldn't happen to be...?"
47. New rumors have emerged.
As a widow, Mrs. Yotsuya had heard from others that some young people had a lot of tricks up their sleeves.
They can do shameless things like "owner" and "pet" without hesitation.
It made even this mature woman of her age feel embarrassed.
"Is Miko doing the same thing with her boyfriend?"
It might not even be her boyfriend, but rather Miko go astray...
It's no wonder she thought that way, since with her husband gone, raising two children on her own salary was still quite difficult.
Even so, she didn't want her child to do something that would compromise their dignity in order to earn money.
"Ahem, Miko, I overheard what you just said. What is this mission you mentioned? It shouldn't be what I'm thinking, right?"
Yotsuya. Yotsuya went inside, forcing a smile.
"Mom, what are you saying?"
Yotsuya Miko mind and body remained pure, looked confused and lost in thought.
"The so-called mission is, of course,..."
The girl was about to explain, but then immediately stopped.
Everything about the organization must be classified, right?
Besides, no normal person would believe such a thing if it were told to them.
She paused for a moment before saying, "Ah, I was planning to join a club, but the Club President said I had to complete a task before I could join."
"It's that simple?"
Yotsuya looked suspicious.
"It's that simple."
Yotsuya Miko's expression remained normal.
"Then I'm relieved."
Yotsuya. Yotsuya breathed a sigh of relief and chose to trust her daughter's character.
"By the way, Mom, what was the task you were 'imagining' just now?"
The girl asked another question.
"Uh, it's nothing, don't worry about it. Dinner is ready, let's go out for dinner."
Yotsuya blushed slightly, waved her hand, and continued speaking.
It's Wednesday.
"It's time we agreed on. Hasegawa should remember, right? Ah, should I remind him?"
During a break between classes, Shinomiya Kaguya pulled out her outdated flip phone, glanced at Hasegawa in the contact list, and a hint of innocence appeared in her deep, dark red eyes.
After agonizing over it for several classes, she finally made a decision during the lunch break.
"I was just talking to Hasegawa about work, I didn't really want to chat with him, it's no big deal!"
She silently recited the message in her mind and sent it.
Hasegawa: I understand, today will do.
As for why it was conducted at a school?