Chapter 163

"Oh right, I haven't thanked them yet."

Before she knew it, the bus arrived at the station. When she turned around, she realized that her two Little Sister had disappeared.

Just as she was feeling regretful, her phone rang suddenly from a stranger.

After the call connected, a few words of introduction came from the other end.

"Hello, this is from the Supernatural Countermeasures Research Department... Regarding what happened to you today, Ms. Asakura, please cooperate with us in conducting an investigation."

In the live stream room.

Dekomori Sanae and Yotsuya Miko had already boarded the train and were heading towards the Hasegawa family's residence.

Successfully passing the Assessment Mission means officially joining the company, which naturally requires in-person arrangements.

"Is this the chief's residence?"

Yotsuya Miko looked at the ordinary, two-story house with a surprised expression.

"Wherever the Lord Sage resides, that is the Holy Death."

Dekomori Sanae saw through her thoughts and expressed her opinion.

"Ding-dong."

Ring the doorbell.

Soon, the door opened from the inside out.

"Congratulations, Yotsuya, you have passed the organization's assessment and become a full member."

Hasegawa Izumi stepped out, a smile on her face.

"We have to thank the leader for his guidance before..."

Yotsuya Miko answered sincerely.

"This is all because you're so talented. An ordinary person wouldn't have been able to pass so easily."

He shook his head, then raised his hand in acknowledgment.

"It's rather impolite to keep chatting outside. Let's come inside and talk."

The three entered the living room.

"Oh, right, Chief, regarding the battle, my attacks seem to have produced a special effect..."

Yotsuya Miko recalled this detail.

"This is a characteristic of your spiritual power. The ability to Onmyo Eyes has always been a symbol of a psychic constitution, and naturally it's not just about observing the invisible..."

Hasegawa Izumi provided the answer.

Are there any other questions?

"There is none left."

Now comes the main event.

As a newcomer to the organization, there are naturally benefits; otherwise, wouldn't joining be pointless?

"Newcomer! Now, let the Lord Sage guide you on your future path!"

Dekomori Sanae got excited first.

51 Springtime Feelings

"To show me the way forward?"

Upon hearing this, Yotsuya Miko's heart began to pound.

Previously, the leader had only taught her basic Meditation Method, which had already led to such a transformation. What about the more advanced techniques?

It must be said that, as a newcomer who has just stepped into the realm of the extraordinary, she does indeed need the guidance of Preacher.

"Chief, I'm begging you!"

She immediately prostrated herself on the ground.

"Get up, there's no need to exaggerate like that."

Hasegawa Izumi smiled and reached out to lift the girl's arm.

"Yotsuya, your possession of the Onmyo Eyes proves that you possess a talent in the field of spiritual communication that is beyond the reach of ordinary people. This reminds me of a being known as the 'Spirit King' in a certain world. He once mastered the highest Onmyōdō technique of that world, the 'Mount Tai Fujun Ritual,' reaching a level where he could freely manipulate life... I feel that his legacy is particularly applicable to you. I hope that you can reach or even surpass that level in the future."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a glimmer of light gathered at his fingertips.

"Um."

Yotsuya Miko's unspoken understanding, closed her eyes and waited for Yotsuya's finger to fall.

The girl has reached a state of awakening; for her, it is more important to see the road ahead clearly and to have a goal to move forward with.

Her mind was overwhelmed by a flood of memories and images about spirits and their various techniques, so much so that she had to sit down and close her eyes to meditate.

About five minutes later.

Yotsuya Miko opened her eyes again, her gaze shining.

At this moment, she finally had a concrete understanding of her goal of becoming the "Spirit King".

I wish I could reach that level someday.

"How does death feel?"

Dekomori Sanae's cute little face peeked over from the side, also curious about what special power the other person possessed.

"How should I put it? I feel like I have a clearer understanding of the future now, and I'm not so lost anymore. And then, I will work hard to become the 'Spirit King' and keep up with my seniors."

Yotsuya Miko clenched her fist, her eyes filled with fervor.

Such joy made even her usually expressionless face beam with delight.

"It's not that easy to die."

Dekomori Sanae smiled on the surface, but inwardly thought: If she keeps working this hard, we imposters will be wiped out!

"Alright, now go back and organize your thoughts on the next stage of your cultivation. If you have any questions, you can discuss them with others in the group first."

Hasegawa Izumi continued.

As the saying goes, the master leads you through the door, but the practice depends on yourself.

Even preferential treatment for newcomers should be limited to this level, not too much.

Because teaching someone step-by-step can actually limit their potential.

"Understood, Chief."

Yotsuya Miko stood up and bowed deeply.

Although the leader didn't say it, she couldn't help but remember it.

She is also a person who knows how to be grateful.

After Yotsuya Miko left, Dekomori Sanae did not leave immediately.

"My Lord Sage, it's rare for Dekumori to come all this way, so please play with me for a bit, Death!"

She placed her hands on her chest like a little squirrel, pleading with teary eyes.

"That's alright."

He did not turn them away.

Then, the Hasegawa siblings played video games with her, the very ones they had bought at the anime convention.

"My Lord Sage, Dekumori recently learned massage. Could I try out the Death skill?"

When the game changed players, Dekomori Sanae looked eager and tried to get close to him.

"Bring it on."

He enjoyed it peacefully.

"Yes, Lord Sage!"

Dekomori Sanae turned around and came behind him, her hands beginning to move.

"Kukuku, my My other half, have you been corrupted by this real world?"

Kōko turned her head and glanced at Tokimori, who was diligently Dekumori her brother's shoulders, and pouted.

"What strange death? Dekumori has always been taken care of by the Lord Sage, shouldn't he repay the favor with a death?"

Dekomori Sanae retorted, then continued, "And what about something as trivial as a massage? Haven't you, as the Little Sister, ever done that before? The Lord Sage takes such good care of you, Death... Waaah, just thinking about it makes me so jealous. If Dekumori had a brother like the Lord Sage, Death!"

As she spoke, she put on a tearful expression.

This immediately triggered the keyword.

"Brother is only my brother!"

Kōko immediately raised her voice and glared at him angrily.

"I understand, Dekumori, I was just saying 'death' casually."

Dekomori Sanae pursed her lips, too lazy to argue.

She would much rather have the Lord Sage as her master than have him as her Lord Sage brother...

Ah, wait, something feels off.

She had previously seen Doujin manga in the Lord Sage's House, and out of curiosity, she searched for them online and found some things that were beyond her comprehension.

In that instant, she connected the two things, and her face turned as red as a ripe lobster.

This is a manifestation of embarrassment, nervousness, and shyness.

'No, no! How could I possibly have such thoughts Dekumori? I am not worthy of the invincible Lord Sage...'

She shook her head, banishing her romantic thoughts.

However, this thought also made the girl clearly realize that she might not be so pure after all.

Finally, Dekomori Sanae had dinner at the Hasegawa family before returning home, exhausted both physically and mentally.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, dimly illuminating the bedroom.

Goodnight, world, and...

Dekomori Sanae changed into her pajamas and went to bed. As she spoke, she pulled the blanket over her face to cover her blushing expression and the way she was addressed.

Sunday.

The girls from the Far East Magic Society gathered to exchange experiences and tips, and casually inquired about how Yotsuya was recruited into the organization, all feeling quite pressured.

Faced with such a rising star, they have no choice but to work hard to avoid shattering their image of their predecessors.

"By the way, Dekumori, did you stay at the Club President's house?"

Natsukawa Masuzu's sudden question made the atmosphere in the room strange.

"Yeah, what happened? Death?"

Dekomori Sanae's voice suddenly sounded weak.

Something seems to be going on.

Nibuya Morika stared at it.

"Servant, you wouldn't be secretly doing something you shouldn't be doing behind our backs, would you?"

Takanashi Rikka's remarks put even more pressure on her.

"What is it...? Dekumori, I just said to Kōko, 'If Lord Sage could be my older brother,' that's all."

Dekomori Sanae's eyes darted around as she spoke.

"Um?"

The expressions on everyone's faces changed again.