Super True Newcomer

Akita Prefecture, Pallet Town.

This was a standard Island Nation farming town.

Its permanent population was no more than five thousand, and most people made their living running the farms around the town.

With the aid of modern technology and the "blessings" of the Inari God, it produced over ten thousand tons of grain each year—certainly not an amount to be underestimated.

There were not many evil Spirits here either, so life was fairly good—at least far better than in Kansai. Because of the ancient battlefields scattered everywhere, the ferocious evil Spirits in Kansai's wilderness could never be completely eradicated. Dealing with those mindless evil Spirits had become the daily routine of most low-rank supernaturals.

After all, these were Soul Echoes accumulated over thousands of years. Even if someone dumped them into the Island Nation every single day, they would not be so easily wiped out.

"Wow, this is so boring~~"

"The Sea Kingdom and Orochi factions have already finished fighting,"

"So there probably won't be any major events anytime soon, right?"

Five elementary school students around ten years old walked along the road at the foot of the mountain, backpacks on their backs.

To them, supernaturals, evil Spirits, and gods—weren't those simply things that naturally existed?

Unlike their parents' generation, who struggled to accept it and lived in constant fear, this generation of elementary school students had long grown used to it. By the time they began to understand the world, supernatural incidents had already been occurring one after another. Now the news reported on them every day. What was so strange about it?

"Don't let your guard down. There may not be many evil Spirits around here, but I heard the Orochi faction's 'rare beasts' are spreading."

A boy with a neatly parted hairstyle spoke up, warning the