Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 185 Holy Water, that stuff.
On mornings when all three of them have classes, Uta Kasyapa's task becomes particularly important, the first being to wake up Fue, who is sitting next to him.

Lady Fue has a terrible temper when she wakes up. Even if Uta Kasyapa wakes her up, she'll get a good beating on the butt at least twice.

"I just don't understand why you like this position so much."

Fujang yawned, sat on the bed with her clothes disheveled, and glanced indifferently at Utakayo.

"I like what you like."

"How can they be the same?"

"Why are they different? They're both surfaces that bear force. As for how the force is applied, you apply force the way you like, and I apply force the way I like. They're just different forms. I like this one, so what?"

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Seeing Uta Kasyapa fleeing in disarray, Fujang chuckled, lifted her long legs and landed on the floor, beginning to look for suitable clothes.

She took out her pantyhose and put them on. Out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently saw the coffee dregs that the two of them had ruined last night. Fu Jiang shook her head, dispelling the lingering memories in her mind.

Downstairs, Uta Kasaya entered Kayano's room. First, she took out the sleeping Fukie and placed her aside. When Fukie sat up from her pillow while yawning, she saw Uta Kasaya being kissed by Kayano, who was hugging her neck.

Fine, he can eat it, but this pushover's hands are getting more and more unruly.

"What's wrong? Don't we still have class?"

Upon hearing Xiao Fujiang's reminder, Jia Yezi chuckled and let Uta Kasaya pull her out of bed.

They went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Xiao Hei's nimble figure leaped onto the counter, and Xiao Fujiang stepped out of the cockpit.

Under Xiao Fujiang's tutelage, Xiao Hei has become her mode of transportation, though it's got a bit of a buzzing in its head today.

"Tsk, can't we just throw this lousy sign away!"

"Why throw it away? Wasn't Little Black a hero? Shouldn't it be rewarded?"

Fu Jiang's soft voice came from the doorway. She glanced at Xiao Fu Jiang, who was rubbing her head with a half-smile. The moment their eyes met, Xiao Fu Jiang understood what was going on and her face suddenly turned red.

"Don't eat pickled radishes!"

"How can you swear at people? Isn't it right to reward those who have made contributions? Weren't you quite satisfied yesterday?"

"You, you bastard! @#￥#@!"

Jia Yezi curiously looked up from the kitchen doorway, her toothbrush still moving back and forth in her mouth. Fu Jiang heard the noise and gave her an annoyed look.

"Go wash up, or I'll punish you too!"

The scapegoat deftly retracted his head and went to the bathroom to calmly tidy himself up.

At the dinner table, while the group was eating, Xiao Fujian was gesturing at Xiao Hei's neck, making sure that if Xiao Hei ran, it would definitely hit her head. Xiao Fujian was furious.

"Kasyapa!"

She ran to his feet with a pitiful look on her face. Uta Kassapa picked her up from the ground, comforted her tenderly for a while, and then quickly took off the tag on Xiao Hei's clothes and went upstairs to tinker with it.

After realizing that the size was adjusted so it wouldn't hit her head, Xiao Fujang stopped crying and started laughing. Xiao Hei felt it was a bit tight and instinctively tried to adjust it with its hind legs.

"Stupid cat, don't you dare!"

"Ouch."

Little Black let out a low groan, but obediently stopped fiddling with it.

The three set off for Hayamigawa University. As soon as they entered the classroom, they saw Higashi Mutsu Saburo enjoying being fed by Rosalind.

"Tsk, can't you eat at home? Why do you have to come to school?!"

Higashi Mutsu Saburo glanced at him.

"I'm always busy with errands at home, how can I have time for romance, ah~"

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Rebel!

Snapped!
As Rosalis coldly stared at Higashimuku Saburo, Uta Kasaya slapped him on the back of the head in annoyance.

Meanwhile, Yoshimura Hanako arrived at the airport early in the morning to wait.

As the plane landed, people came out one after another, and Yoshimura Hanako, who was sitting in a chair, held up a welcome sign to greet them.

In the passage, Haruko Higa was talking to a blond, blue-eyed middle-aged foreigner, while behind them stood a group of serious-looking witchers dressed in black.

"teacher."

Among a group of foreigners dressed in black, Haruko Higa, wearing a white suit, stood out.

"This is your disciple, Ms. Higa. He's truly impressive," the blond foreigner remarked. Higa Haruko nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Yoshimura is a rather special spirit master. This is Mr. Joel, the demon hunter deacon from the Eagle Kingdom. This is my disciple, Yoshimura Hanako."

"Hello, Mr. Joel."

Hearing Yoshimura Hanako's fluent English, Joel was surprised and shook hands with her.

"Miss Yoshimura's English is really good."

After a brief meeting, the group set off for the Osaka branch of the Exorcism Association, where they were greeted by the local staff.

"Teacher, why would the witchers from the Eagle Kingdom want to visit us?"

"Academic exchanges on exorcism are nothing to worry about. Have there been any unusual occurrences recently?"

"Aside from the baseball cap that Miyagawa Hayashi was eyeing, there wasn't anything particularly noteworthy. Most of them were vengeful spirits, which I've already exorcised."

"Haruko-nee~"

Hanako peeked out from Yoshimura Hanako's shoulder and waved happily at Higa Haruko.

Looking at Hanako, whose expression and face were becoming more and more like a normal person, it was hard to see any trace of an evil spirit.

"It was the right thing not to perform a ritual to help you pass on to the afterlife."

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Inside the Osaka Association, Haruko Higa sat in the main seat, holding talks with Joel and other witchers.

As an observer, Yoshimura Hanako had to admit that the United States truly lived up to its reputation as the home of vampires and all sorts of strange creatures.

They have extensive experience dealing with werewolves, vampires, and ghouls.

In contrast, they seem somewhat helpless when it comes to dealing with ghosts and the like.

During the break, Yoshimura Hanako looked at Joel curiously and spoke.

"Mr. Joel, why didn't you use holy water when observing your demon-hunting methods?"

Joel was taken aback by what he heard, then smiled and said.

"That's all just embellishment in movies and TV shows. That holy water stuff..."

As Joel hesitated to speak, his assistant smiled and took over the conversation.

"It's actually quite suitable for cooking noodles; it has a subtle sweetness."

Yoshimura Hanako was somewhat surprised by the result, but not entirely.

"So, what about dealing with the demons? How did you handle them?"

When Yoshimura Hanako brought up this topic, Joel paused for a moment, then looked at Higa Haruko.

"Your teacher is more professional than us in this regard."

Yoshimura Hanako turned to look at Higa Haruko, who took a sip of hot tea.

"I'll explain in detail another day. By the way, Joel, have you already made arrangements for your niece?"

"Yes, everything was arranged a long time ago. I'll have to trouble Ms. Higa and Ms. Yoshimura to take good care of us then."

When his niece was mentioned, a look of helplessness appeared on Joel's face.

"Lana is spoiled by her family and has a wild personality. She sometimes acts without thinking, so I'll have to trouble you two to take good care of her and make sure she doesn't get involved in anything unpleasant."

Haruko Higa nodded, and the meeting resumed.

It wasn't until the meeting ended that Yoshimura Hanako had the opportunity to find her teacher and ask about the demon.

"Demons, you can actually think of them as special evil spirits formed by the entanglement of human and beast souls. In essence, they are also a type of ghost."

Yoshimura Hanako nodded thoughtfully. No wonder that Yoel said that the teacher was more professional than them in dealing with demons.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Uta Kasaya was pulled to the basketball court by Higashi Mutsu Saburo, who wanted to show off.

On the field, even Rosali looked at her panting, dead-dog son with a look of utter disdain.

Meanwhile, a tall, platinum-haired figure stood outside the net, observing them.

"Vampires? Interesting."

(End of this chapter)