I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

She slowly raised her head and met his gaze.

Then, she stuck out her pink tongue and, quite naturally, licked away the trace of blood that had stained the corner of her mouth.

The movement possessed a wild, cruel beauty.

"teacher."

Her voice was no longer the sweet and gentle imitation of her sister, but had become hoarse and deep, yet like a drawn blade, full of power.

“I think I understand now what you mean by ‘anger’.”

She slowly raised the Nichirin Blade in her hand.

The blade reflected a chilling light under the starlight, pointing towards the void of the courtyard, as if her mortal enemy stood there.

Her eyes suddenly became fervent and resolute, like a devout believer who had finally found their faith.

"Now,"

She spoke each word slowly and deliberately, her voice filled with barely suppressed desire and murderous intent.

"Please teach me..."

"How to kill ghosts more efficiently!"

Chapter Seven: Isn't it normal for students to take a shower at their teacher's house?

Lynn looked at the transformed girl in the courtyard, his heart calm and undisturbed.

Not bad.

This trip back was clearly the result of a bloody battle.

The "anger" emanating from her, which was almost tangible, had been successfully forged from the flames that burned her into a sharp blade aimed at her enemy.

The chaotic mix of madness and hatred that once drove her almost insane has now become refined and pure.

She is no longer an empty doll that imitates her sister.

She found her own path, one called "revenge".

The first phase of the assignment was not only completed, but even exceeded expectations.

only……

Lynn's gaze fell on her tattered, blood-stained, dark red butterfly-wing feather knit.

And there were the wounds on her body, some deep and some shallow, still bleeding slightly.

And that little face, stained with blood and dust, looking somewhat disheveled.

He frowned slightly.

"You did a good job on your assignment."

Lynn's voice remained in that lazy tone, revealing no emotion.

"But the posture is very awkward."

Upon hearing this, Shinobu Kocho's cold purple eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

She thought that if she returned with this "achievement," she would at least receive a word of praise.

Unexpectedly, this was the comment I received.

The posture... is ugly?

"Treat the wound first."

Lynn pointed at her, her tone as indifferent as if she were instructing a late-returning student to wash their hands and eat.

"My safe house doesn't welcome students who are in such a sorry state."

The voice just fell.

Lynn didn't even make any extra movements; it was just a thought that flashed through her mind.

On the open space on one side of the courtyard, the space ripples gently like water.

The next second, a building that was completely out of place with the surrounding rustic Japanese courtyard, full of modern minimalist style, appeared out of thin air.

It was a separate room with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the interior was brightly lit.

Through the glass, one can clearly see the showerhead gleaming with metallic luster, the mirror-like tiles, and the medical bed and various unheard-of precision instruments in the adjacent room.

"..."

Shinobu Kocho's eyes, which had just become sharp as knives, were once again filled with undisguised shock.

Create something out of thin air? !

This kind of thing... this kind of power that only gods could possess...

She originally thought she was mentally prepared for the mystery surrounding this "teacher".

But each time, he could easily display power far exceeding her imagination.

Lynn ignored her shock and casually waved her hand.

A set of neatly folded, soft-looking white loungewear appeared out of thin air in his hand and then floated lightly to Shinobu Kocho in front of her.

"Go."

"Wash it clean and treat the wound properly."

"Then, come and report your 'learning results' to me."

His tone left no room for argument.

Shinobu Kocho silently accepted the clean clothes that carried a slightly unfamiliar scent; the fabric felt incredibly soft to the touch.

She glanced at the brightly lit, modern bathroom, then at the man who seemed calm and collected, as if he had only done something trivial.

In the end, she said nothing.

He silently sheathed his Nichirin Blade, clutched his clothes, and bowed deeply to Lynn's retreating figure.

Then, with somewhat stiff steps, she walked into the bathroom, which felt like a miracle to her.

……

slam-la-

Warm water gushed from the metal disc called the "shower head," washing over Shinobu Kocho's petite body.

At first, it was a fine, stinging pain.

The water flow touched the large and small wounds on my body, bringing waves of burning pain.

But this pain was quickly enveloped and melted by a stronger warmth that seemed to penetrate to the bone marrow.

This is an unprecedented experience.

Unlike the Butterfly House, which requires constantly adding firewood to heat it and then using a wooden bucket to scoop water for cleaning, this is a much more complicated process.

The water here seems inexhaustible, and its temperature is constant, carrying a just-right warmth.

The warm water washed away the blood and dust from her body, and it seemed to wash away the weariness and chill that had accumulated in the depths of her soul over countless days and nights.

She closed her eyes and let the water wash over her.

This was...the first time she had felt so...relaxed since her sister's death.

The nerves are no longer like a fully drawn bowstring, constantly taut.

That overwhelming hatred subsided temporarily in the warm, moist air.

She even had a moment to look around at this strange place.

The walls were so smooth they reflected a person's image, and the things called "lamps" emitted a light a hundred times brighter than candlelight, yet they felt no heat at all.

Everything was so unfamiliar, so unbelievable.

It was so... reassuring.

It was as if as long as she stayed here, in this man's "safe house," all the disturbances and dangers of the outside world would be kept away from her.

Thinking of that man...

Shinobu's cheeks flushed slightly in the steam.

He was currently using the bathroom he had conjured up, and he would be wearing the clothes he had given him later...

This realization stirred up a very subtle emotion in her heart, a mixture of shyness and unease.

After a long while, she finally turned off the water.

Dry your body with that equally soft, unbelievably soft white towel.

A strange face was reflected in the mirror.

That signature, gentle smile was gone from that face.

Instead, there was a cold, sharp calm, devoid of any superfluous emotion.

His purple eyes were as deep as a pool.

This is her.

This is the true Shinobu Kocho after confronting anger and hatred.

She awkwardly put on the loungewear Lynn had given her.

It was a very oversized white cotton T-shirt and a pair of shorts that just reached above the knee.

The size of the clothes is clearly based on adult male standards.

The clothes looked somewhat loose on her petite frame.

The wide neckline of her T-shirt slipped down easily, revealing her delicate collarbone and a patch of fair, rosy skin flushed from the heat.

The hemline completely covered her shorts, making it look like she was only wearing a boyfriend shirt.

A pair of straight, slender legs were exposed to the air without any cover, their whiteness dazzling.

Her long, wet, dark purple hair was draped over her shoulders, with water still dripping from the ends.

On that pretty face, where all pretense had been stripped away, leaving only a cold and calm demeanor, two charming blushes appeared now due to shyness.

Her whole being exuded a unique, moist, and sweet scent, the kind that comes after a bath.

This is a stark contrast to the previous vengeful ghost who returned in blood and was filled with murderous intent.

Shinobu looked at herself in the mirror and felt an unprecedented sense of unease.

She tugged at the overly long hem of her dress and pulled at the neckline, but no matter how she adjusted it, she couldn't hide the girlish curves that were faintly visible beneath the loose clothing.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and pushed open the bathroom door.

……

A cool night breeze blew through the courtyard.

Lynn was already sitting leisurely at the ancient stone table.

The table was now filled with all sorts of steaming, fragrant food.

"Gu..."

An untimely, faint sound came from Shinobu's stomach.

Her face flushed even redder instantly.

Since last night, she has been engaged in high-intensity hunting and fighting, without eating or drinking, relying entirely on willpower to keep going.

As soon as I relaxed, the feeling of hunger in my stomach surged like a tide.

Lynn seemed not to hear her, but simply raised her eyelids and glanced at her.

When he saw her transformed appearance, radiating the fresh and youthful charm of a young girl, even he couldn't help but pause for half a second.

Tsk.

The vengeful girl with a dark and cruel past has transformed into a pure and innocent high school girl emerging from the bath.

Who can stand this.