Looking up, he saw that his companion had not improved at all. Instead, he was becoming more and more sinister. The crowd began to stir, muttering about ghosts... As they watched their companion approach step by step, they hurriedly backed away as though fleeing from the plague.
The man controlled by Mirai was terrified, but there was nothing he could do. All he could hear was the voice coming from his own mouth. It was strange and horrifying!
"Hehehe... a joke... Give me life, give me life..."
The crowd retreated in fear, constantly shouting, "Ghost!" and "Mom!" Panicked and frightened, they stumbled away. The only one who did not flee was their leader.
Although the leader held his ground and did not run, his clenched hands showed that he was ready to break away at any moment.
Mirai knew he was frightened as well, so he added fuel to the fire. The performer's lips curled upward slightly, proud of himself. His eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. His teeth chattered, his body twisted even more strangely, and he swayed like a goat.
The leader's courage finally gave out. He threw down his kunai and ran! Seeing that no one was around, Mirai took a deep breath and released his control.
The performer looked as if he had just emerged from the depths of the sea, gasping for breath and coughing nonstop. It took him a long while to regain consciousness. When he recalled what had just happened, he felt an even deeper chill run down his spine. His neck was stiff, and his legs were weak.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Mirai hid behind a tree. He watched him silently. The man trembled all over, repeatedly looking back in fear at what he might see. After hesitating for