I changed the timeline with the game.

Chapter 1096 Countermeasures against the Spirit Disaster - Shinjuku Branch
Upon hearing Su Wen say this,

Hearing that a teacher he had just met today could produce something like this was quite surprising.

She no longer had the rationality to judge the truth of this matter; after all, if any other person had said such a thing to her...
They're most likely scammers.

Fortunately, she met Su Wen today.

With trembling hands, Natsume Chie carefully unscrewed the cap of the green medicine bottle, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in her palms.

Her eyes were filled with tension and anticipation as she gently lifted her mother's head and slowly fed her the medicine.

With each drop she fed him, her heart clenched tighter.

After administering the medicine, she simply held another pure white syringe, her fingers trembling slightly, but she gritted her teeth and didn't say anything about giving up.

The little girl stared intently at her mother's face, her gaze never wavering, as if her mother would leave her if she relaxed even slightly.

However, just as she was hoping her mother's condition would improve, the life monitor by the bedside suddenly emitted a sharp alarm!
The piercing sound was like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into her heart.

She watched in horror as her mother's lifeline plummeted on the monitor screen, even showing a terrifying drop for a moment.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the girl's world collapsed instantly.

Her pupils dilated sharply, filled with despair and terror. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"mom--"

Chie felt as if her soul had been ripped from her body, and she was plunged into an endless abyss of darkness.

But the next second,
Accompanied by the rhythmic beeping of the instruments, a miracle occurred.

The mother's breathing, which was originally so weak as to be almost imperceptible, actually gradually became steady.

The soft sound of breathing was like heavenly music to the girl's ears. Her eyes widened, unable to believe what she was seeing, thinking it was a hallucination.

Natsume Chie clasped her hands together with trembling hands, then placed them on her chest, watching the faint but gradually strengthening heartbeat on the monitoring instrument.

One beat, two beats... each beat seemed to strike her heart, making her truly feel that her mother was still by her side.

Tears welled up again, but this time, they were tears of joy and excitement.

Seeing this, Tsukishima, who hadn't actually trusted Su Wen that much to begin with, didn't know how she felt.
She simply pressed her hand lightly to her heart, then sat blankly on a wooden stool nearby.

As the daughter of a county councilor

Chisaki Tsukishima rarely comes to these rural places. If it weren't for Sakuragaoka Academy having the qualification to enroll students in the Extraordinary Studies University this year, Chisaki Tsukishima probably wouldn't have come here to study at all.

but now,
She began to suspect that everything was a conspiracy.

In fact, the conspiracy may very well be directly aimed at her father, with her herself perhaps just an afterthought.

But whenever she recalls those terrifying experiences, she feels a chill run down her spine, and she doesn't even dare to imagine the scene.

But at this moment, Su Wen simply spoke slowly to them:

Michael Jowright once wrote: "Life has no easy beginning. The more broken you are, the more courage it takes to find your whole self."

Don't worry, I will teach you what courage in life is.

that's it,
He gently lit up the old Japanese-style country house, and as the old lights came on one by one, the light in Chie's eyes seemed to brighten again.

at the same time,

Compared to Chie, whose mood had already calmed down,
In other parts of Tokyo, however, the supernatural crisis that is beginning to unfold today has instead created a tense atmosphere:

A 37-story tower, constructed of cold silver titanium alloy and incantation reliefs, stands on the Shinjuku skyline, its pale gold protective barrier on the glass curtain wall flickering like breath.

Its rooftop neon sign, "Shinjuku Branch of Disaster Countermeasures," pierced the leaden-gray clouds. But compared to the Disaster Countermeasures Department, many people prefer to use another name:
Tokyo Exorcism Department

Inside its monitoring and command center, a massive 360-degree circular screen was projecting a holographic psionic map of Tokyo.
Even now, the point of light that was temporarily designated as Sakuragawa Ward has violently transformed into a dazzling crimson vortex.

Kenjiro Matsumoto stared at the red alert flashing on the monitor screen.

His calloused knuckles unconsciously rubbed against the faded amulet at his waist, the electronic siren and the buzzing of the talisman sensor intertwining in the enclosed space to create a piercing buzz.

The constantly refreshing data in the lower right corner of the screen was reflected on his cold, handsome profile.

"Section Chief, the abyss concentration is currently at 5.6%, but the disaster level is still rising!"
We've already requested support from the local Shinto shrine's prayer department and Kwonnegi, but their response has been far too slow!

“They must be there tonight.”

Kenjiro Matsumoto's gaunt face and eyes reflected the bleak red of the large screen:
"As for international Night Watch assistance, let's put that aside for now."

Once they are in charge of this matter, they might want to get involved not only in Momiji-kyo in Hokkaido, but also in other areas.
The matter of "God's Guard" is also difficult to suppress.

"As for the appearance of a Tier 3 superior spirit in Sakuragawa District, Haozhao, this mission is entrusted to you."

And upon hearing him say that,
A man in a suit, which seemed to barely conceal his muscular physique, nodded from the shadows.

"yes,

Section Chief.

But compared to their actions, inside a certain Shinto shrine, an elderly man with downcast eyes, whose pupils were completely devoid of light, remained silent.
He seemed not to see anything.

It was as if I could already see the torii gate of Sakuragawa Shrine twisting and collapsing in the surveillance footage of the Spirit Disaster Countermeasures Division, with countless black paper figures pouring out of the cracks and devouring the psionic streetlights on the street.

But even so,
He eventually asked his granddaughter to go there.
The old man's withered fingers gently tapped the sandalwood table, and the copper bells on the eaves jingled softly in the wind, creating a subtle resonance with the eerie sound waves coming from the Sakuragawa Shrine in the surveillance footage.

"Miyuki..."

A sigh, like the grinding of sand, escaped his throat; his white hair fell loose, and fireflies flickered deep within his pupils.
"Go and retrieve the 'Heavenly Feather Arrow' from the third compartment of the West Chamber, and also take the scarlet shimenawa (sacred rope) your mother left behind, then go and support them."

The shrine maiden called Miyuki bowed her head.

The twilight filtered through the half-open shoji door, illuminating the sage crest on her moon-white shrine maiden robe with a shimmering glow.

On the gold-plated edge of the sword at the girl's waist, a second-tier incantation was shimmering with a faint golden light, resonating with the spiritual energy fluctuations surrounding her.

As she stepped onto the stone steps in her wooden clogs, the bronze bell in the main hall of the shrine tumbled on its own without any wind, and priests in twelve-layered kimonos filed out from both sides of the corridor.

They were dressed in white, their hair as black as ink, and each held a vermilion seal and a Kagura bell in their hands.

As Miyuki passed by them, she could even smell the bittersweet fragrance of sandalwood and chrysanthemum, and hear the sound of bells weaving a transparent net within them.

But she still didn't stop, as if she utterly loathed the place.

"On this journey, you must guard your mind against arrows, and not let any filth come within three feet of you."

The old man suddenly raised his voice, startling the bronze sparrows perched under the eaves.

Before Ji could stop and look back, he saw that his grandfather had already closed his eyes and was counting prayer beads, as if his words of advice were just an illusion in the night wind.

So she stopped responding, her crimson hakama hem brushing against the moss, stirring up a few dewdrops.

But as she went further and further away...
Suddenly, the entire shrine trembled violently, and the roof tiles of the main hall emitted a screeching sound.

Behind the elderly man, whose brows were still lowered, the sliding door slid open silently. A man dressed in a black hunting robe stepped out of the shadows.
"Has the plan begun?"

(End of this chapter)