The Shock of a Divine-Grade Shikigami, a Magic High School Déjà Vu, and a "Dimensional Strike" in Class
Yin-Yang Guardian Hall, General's Mansion di.
Under the dim candlelight, the actual leader of the Yamato Dynasty, General Yin and Yang Arata Seimei, was sitting in front of the case, holding a thin intelligence document tightly in his hand. His eyes were fixed on that name - Kozuki Akimitsu.
This file recorded in detail every detail of this civilian boy from his birth to his awakening ceremony. Although his resume was unremarkable, the last line of his awakening record made Arata Seimei, who was used to seeing big waves, feel frightened.
"It's unbelievable... A mere civilian has awakened Divine Grade Shikigami."
Arata Seimei put down the file, tapped his fingers on the desktop, and fell into deep thought.
In the system of this world, Shikigami has a strict hierarchy. Usually, those who can communicate verbally, have high IQ or take on human form are considered to be the highest level Shikigami. As for the others, they are simply and roughly divided into low, medium and high levels based on their strength.
But above all this, there is a level that almost only exists in myths and legends-Divine Grade.
For thousands of years, this was regarded as nonsense, until a few decades ago, the talented Late Emperor Yeguang emerged from the sky and awakened a real divine dragon. With the power of Divine Grade that destroyed the world, Yakou Cleansweep Liuhe established Yamato Dynasty and became the greatest Onmyoji in the history of this continent.
It's a pity that the late emperor died suddenly and the dragon fell.
"And now, this Kozuki Akimitsu's Shikigami's sense of oppression... seems to be even more terrifying than the Yakou Emperor's divine dragon back then."
Arata Seimei's eyes flashed with a trace of greed and determination.
"No matter what the cost, I must win him into my camp."
He knew very well that the great changes in the "goddess" Prophecy were likely to be implemented in this young man. At this moment, not only him, but also Imperial Family and other noble families had also set their sights on this piece of fat. In this battle to snatch people, the battle is all about speed and means.
Do you want to ask the goddess for her opinion? Arata Seimei killed this idea as soon as it came up. That woman's attitude has been ambiguous recently, so I can't trust her at all.
He changed his hand and picked up another document, with a photo of a pretty girl on it. [Name: Miko·Wu] [Age: 14 years old] [Shikigami: Three-Eyed Crow]
[Attribute: Prophecy/Divination]
"As long as I can control this girl with Prophecy's abilities, I no longer need to look at the goddess's face." Arata Seimei sneered, "No matter what, we must find her before the eldest prince and his gang."
Imperial Onmyo Academy.
In the country's top university, Ian (pseudonym Kozuki Akimitsu) began his life of lurking in a foreign country.
On the first day of school, the old female principal personally sent him to the dormitory. She earnestly told Ian not to leave the college at will and pay attention to safety, and then left in a hurry.
The next day was the welcome day, and someone brought textbooks, maps and the most important thing - school uniforms.
When Ian put on this uniform and stood in front of the mirror, he was stunned and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.
"This is too..."
The boy in the mirror is wearing a pair of slim-fitting black trousers and a long-sleeved white vest. The design of this vest is very futuristic. The back hem hangs as long as a windbreaker. The right chest is embroidered with a delicate gold and silver two-color yin and yang fish pattern, and each shoulder is dotted with an eye-catching five-pointed star.
This sense of déjà vu is really too strong.
"Isn't this the school uniform of Tatsuya Shiba in <The Irregular at Magic High School>?!"
Ian touched the practical pockets on the vest and felt suspicious. This design style was incompatible with the simple Edo period painting style of the Yamato Dynasty.
"Could it be that there were other time travelers who came here before me? Or was it a bad joke created by the reincarnation of a senior from 'Primordial Earth'?"
Ian temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart and decided to investigate slowly later.
On the third day, classes officially started.
Ian walked through the bustling corridor with the disguised civilian face. From time to time, various looks were cast around him, some were curious, some were Envy, and most were whispers. He ignored them completely and walked straight into the classroom.
This classroom is designed in the style of stairs Great Hall.
The most ironic thing is that the seats in the classroom are divided into two halves by an invisible line: on the right are the aristocratic children with gorgeous clothes and arrogant expressions; on the left are commoner students like Ian who are plainly dressed and timid.
Ian glanced around, walked straight to the seat with his name on the middle left side, and sat down.
A few minutes later, the school bell rang.
A middle-aged man wearing a priest's costume and holding a cane walked into the classroom. Every step he took, he exuded a suffocating serious aura, and the originally noisy classroom fell silent.
The man waved his hand, and a piece of chalk flew up automatically, writing a line of big words on the blackboard:
[Byakuya Kuchiki--Spiritual power control and analysis]
"You can call me Kuchiki-sensei." The middle-aged man turned around and glanced coldly across the room. He paused slightly as he passed by Ian, and then said, "This course is the foundation of Onmyoji's foundation: Spirit Energy."
"As we all know, everyone has spiritual power in their body. Samurai use spiritual power to strengthen the body, while we onmyoji use spiritual power to control the elements."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand.
A flame, a drop of water, a rock, a bud and a piece of metal suddenly appeared in mid-air. The five elements coexisted harmoniously in his palm, flowing endlessly.
Ian in the audience narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Interesting." He analyzed secretly in his mind, "It seems that the Onmyodo system in this continent does not have strict element affinity restrictions. As long as the spiritual power is sufficient, all attributes can be controlled. So is the so-called awakening attribute just a talent bonus?"
Although he had doubts in his heart, he remained silent.
On the podium, Byakuya Kuchiki continued, "We will talk about the application of elements later. Today we only practice the most basic ones - letting the spiritual power leave the body."
He raised his hand, and a light blue spiritual power ball condensed in his palm.
"This is the first step. Next, you have to learn to control it like your hands and feet."
Under the gaze of everyone, the blue ball of light began to go crazy Transfiguration: square, circle, triangle... then stretched into lines as thin as hair, and finally turned into a lifelike running wolf, tiger, and lion!
This exquisite control aroused the students in the audience to marvel.
"Okay, now let's check your talents." Byakuya Kuchiki looked directly at Noble District on the right, and the originally cold lines on his face softened a bit, "Prince Yuji, come and try."
The prince who was named stood up confidently. As he raised his hand, a stable spiritual ball quickly took shape, and within a few seconds, it imitated the teacher's demonstration and transformed into various geometric shapes.
"Excellent!" Byakuya Kuchiki praised loudly.
In the next few minutes, he nodded several noble students in succession, and everyone was able to complete the spiritual power Transfiguration. Byakuya Kuchiki in a decent manner, nodding frequently, with a face filled with relief.
However, when he turned his gaze to the civilian area on the left, his eyes instantly became cold and full of contempt.
"You, stand up and try." He pointed at a civilian girl.
The girl stood up tremblingly, suppressing her blush, and tried desperately to gather her spiritual power. But a full minute passed, and not even a Mars appeared.
Byakuya Kuchiki shook his head, with a trace of undisguised sarcasm hidden deep in his eyes.
Then came several civilian students, all of whom failed without exception. Some barely managed to squeeze out a little blue spark, which dissipated before it could take shape.
The atmosphere in the classroom became awkward and depressing. There were low sneers from the nobles, while the commoners were all dejected and had extremely low self-esteem.
Finally, Byakuya Kuchiki's eyes were fixed on Ian.
"Guangyue, it's your turn."
Ian was still sitting on the chair, and did not take action immediately. Instead, he looked directly into the teacher's eyes and asked, "Teacher, how do I know how to control spiritual power?"
The whole place was in an uproar.
Byakuya Kuchiki frowned. "What did you say?"
"You entered the classroom less than five minutes ago and said less than ten sentences. You neither explained the skills nor taught the formulas. You came up and asked us to achieve this level of control?" Ian spread his hands with an innocent look on his face, "Isn't this a bit overwhelming?"
"But those noble students have done it." Byakuya Kuchiki retorted coldly.
"That's because they have been receiving personal training from their families since they were young, and may have even been practicing for more than five years. This only means that they have 'jumped the gun'. It does not mean that you are a good teacher, and it does not mean that we civilians are not good at it."
"Don't make excuses!" Byakuya Kuchiki shouted sharply.
"Excuse?" Ian stood up, his originally lazy temperament suddenly changed, and his words were as sharp as a knife, "If you can make the secret of controlling spiritual power public and let us stand on the same starting line, if we still can't learn it by then, you can tell us to make excuses. This kind of behavior now just shows the injustice of education in this country."
Byakuya Kuchiki was speechless, with anger burning in his eyes. "Guangyue, if you use such sharp teeth and sharp mouth to cover up your incompetence, you will never become an excellent Onmyoji!"
"Incompetent? No, you misunderstood."
Ian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a joking smile, "I'm just stating the facts, since you insist on seeing..."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand casually.
"Buzz--"
A bright blue spiritual power ball instantly condensed in his palm. It was so pure that it even made a substantial buzzing sound.
Immediately afterwards, the ball began to fission crazily.
Circle, square, triangle... all the shapes that Byakuya Kuchiki just demonstrated, Ian perfectly reproduced them in the blink of an eye, so fast that they are almost invisible to the naked eye.
But this is just the beginning.
Spiritual energy flows, light and shadow intersect.
Under everyone's stunned gaze, the spiritual power in Ian's hand rapidly expanded and shaped, and finally turned into a miniature version of the doll - that was Byakuya Kuchiki himself!
Not only his appearance, but also the subtle wrinkles on his face, the folds on his clothes, and even his arrogant expression were all portrayed vividly by spiritual power!
"This..." Byakuya Kuchiki's pupils contracted violently.
Ian didn't stop.
The spiritual power continued to spread, instantly covering the entire table in front of him.
One second later.
A miniature model of the entire classroom appeared in mid-air! Every seat, every stunned student, and even the patterns on the nobles' clothes and the dust on the civilians' faces were perfectly reproduced by his spiritual power!
Deathly silence.
Everyone looked at Ian like a monster. Is this something that a civilian who has only been awakened for three days and has no background can do this? Even the Royal Onmyoji may not be able to do this level of micro-management!
"Is this what you call 'incompetent', teacher?" Ian dispersed the spiritual power in his hand and asked with a smile.
Byakuya Kuchiki's face turned blue and white, and veins popped up on his forehead. He snorted heavily and had no shame to stay any longer. He simply ignored Ian, ended the class hastily, and quickly fled the classroom.
As the teacher left the scene in embarrassment, the classroom remained silent.
Until Ian turned around, faced the group of civilian students on the left who had not yet recovered, and said loudly:
"Dear civilian students, since the college doesn't teach, I will teach it myself. From today on, I will open after-school tutoring classes. If you feel that your basic skills are poor and you can't keep up, you are welcome to come to me at any time. I don't charge any fees."
In an instant, the civilian area was boiling!
The desperate class display just now made them realize the reality, and the incredible strength and generous helping hand shown by Ian at this moment has undoubtedly become their only life-saving straw.
A revolutionary seed was planted by Ian himself in the first class.