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"...This is an imaginary magic spell, its name is: Void Expansion - Left-Side Gate."

Slowly.

Rosser raised his right hand.

Before everyone's eyes, a flash of lightning appeared between two fingers...

Breathing stopped~

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"That......."

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, who had been looking lazy, suddenly narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"...What is it?"

Everyone, including Yukino, stared blankly at the light that suddenly appeared between the man's two fingers.

What kind of organization is it?

The two slender fingers were clean and without the slightest trace.

Was it coated with some kind of transparent chemical, or was it static electricity?

The brain is trembling.

The vague sense of a curse or malice towards the world is completely different from witnessing supernatural power in the hands of humans!

“Rituals...the ways in which ancient civilizations communicated with the gods, who were imagined embodiments of nature.”

"Essentially, it is about communicating with the natural forces symbolized by the gods."

Between the two fingers, the leaping azure arc of electricity grew brighter and brighter, reflected in everyone's shrunken pupils.

Gradually, people extracted the effective parts from it, simplified it, and miniaturized it.

Combined with incantations and hand gestures, simplified and miniaturized, and thus... magic was born!

The increasingly intense electric light illuminated the man's chiseled face in alternating light and shadow.

Everyone fell silent, as if they had a premonition of something.

"Ayanokouji, it looks like you didn't manage to buy a mannequin. Well then, could you come up here and help me with an experiment?"

suddenly.

Rosser looked up at one side of the classroom.

"what?"

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, whose brain was racing and trying to recreate Rosser's methods, was taken aback.

When he came to his senses, his body had already naturally moved to face Rosser.

At that moment, Ayanokouji almost wanted to curse.

This is a damn reflex.

“Very good, it seems that Ayanokouji-san is very courageous. Then I will demonstrate one of the most basic magic tricks for everyone, the Left-Side Door.”

Rosser slowly raised his hand, and flashing arcs of electricity silently radiated between his two fingers.

In a daze, I seemed to see countless fine, intricate incantations flowing within, intertwining, arising and ceasing...

This is completely beyond what static electricity can explain!

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Ayanokouji's forehead; he was now overwhelmed by an unprecedented surge of emotion.

Calm down, calm down, Ayanokouji.

If you, with your artificial genius, can defeat a real genius, you will surely be able to unravel the mystery.

Ayanokouji tried to calm herself, her eyes fixed on the arc of electricity.

I really saw it!

The incantation flowing within the electric arc.

Is there really magic?!

There was no time to react.

"As a basic magic trick, it's not particularly offensive..."

Rother had already raised his right hand, and a visible whirlwind swirled around him and gathered between his two fingers.

"...It merely swallows the surrounding space for a fleeting moment, then ejects it according to your will; at most, it's like being blown around by a strong wind..."

now.

The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Even Yukino Yukinoshita swallowed hard, her small mouth slightly open, her eyes fixed on the raised hand.

At that moment, she seemed to hear the wailing of her worldview, which she had built up over more than a decade, shattering.

The others were much more exaggerated than her; they were completely bewildered.

Is it merely due to the wind?

Hearing Rosser's words, Ayanokouji breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But the next moment...

"But the nobility of mankind lies in wisdom, and the ordinary wind may be too gentle."

What if we add flames?

For example, you can mix and grind saltpeter, camphor, and sulfur, add sulfur and potassium chlorate, apply it to your fingernails, and then enhance it with basic magic... With just a snap of your fingers, you can create a flame that even a storm cannot extinguish..."

Rosser lowered his arm, his two fingers, which had been joined together, now parted, his thumb pressing down on his middle finger...

not good! ! !

Upon hearing such outrageous words, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji, who usually had a stoic expression, went blank for a moment.

No.

Why the hell did you throw this thing at me?

You want me to be a guinea pig to demonstrate the power of this thing?

Before he could even utter a curse...

Rosser seemed to be high above the heavens, and the ancient, strange chanting rang out almost simultaneously.

"...Tsugeru declares——!"

"Ware wa honō o tsukasadoru kotowari o hiraku mono (I am the one who compiled the principles governing fire)——!"

"?! ?! ?! (This is the ancient script of Runi, whose name means 'body of strength'!)"

"furuki keiyaku ni shitagai (Follow the ancient contract..."

Although it was a three-part incantation, it sounded to everyone as if it had already fallen as it rose.

It was as if time itself had overlapped at that moment.

..........

not long ago.

Principal room.

"What did you say? You invited an Onmyoji to teach my class?"

A woman with long, ink-black hair casually draped over her shoulders, looking rather lazy and unkempt, lifted the blond-haired principal with one hand and questioned him.

Where does this woman get such strength?!

Principal Golden Hair felt a sense of powerlessness, as if he were adrift in a raging storm, and mentally complained.

As expected of the young lady of the Hiratsuka Group, her family's scholarly tradition is no joke.

But this really has nothing to do with him...

Good heavens, more than a dozen political and business figures, including Shinomiya, Shijo, and Ayanokoji, have spoken out.

What could he do? He was helpless too.

In fact, there is the Dragon Ball Group, whose influence is no less than that of the Hiratsuka Group, even though their children are not in Class 3, or even in the first year.

But what if?

"Hiratsuka-sensei, this really has nothing to do with me..."

The blond old man, who was the principal, smiled obsequiously and carefully untied himself from Hiratsuka's grasp.

"Humph......"

Hiratsuka Shizuka released him abruptly, put one hand in her pocket, and took out a cigarette with the other, lighting it leisurely: "...What era are we living in? You still believe in this stuff."

She spat out a mouthful of smoke and sneered, "There's a Chinese saying: If you haven't done anything wrong, you have nothing to fear from vengeful spirits."

They come from a family with a history of organized crime.

Does she really think she doesn't know what those so-called upper-class people are?

Even her family only came to be compared to the Dragon Ball group because she cleaned up some of the filth within the group.

But how can this kind of thing be completely eradicated?

That's why she hid in Chiba, out of sight, out of mind.

I never expected to encounter something like this as soon as I got back...

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"Do you think I don't know the truth about that urban legend? Do those guys really believe it? They're just afraid of getting involved."

After finishing her sentence, Hiratsuka Shizuka turned and left.

There are hardly any good people in Tokyo's spiritual medium circle; they're mostly con artists who swindle money and sex, and some are even cult members who will devour you whole.

That's alright, but what if they actually believed what they learned and decided who the deceased was?

Those big shots would definitely not mind giving it a try.

They're just children. Which one doesn't have several, or even dozens, of illegitimate children in private?

The current trend is to use IVF for mass reproduction, with up to 100 people being conceived at a time.

This even made the news.

Thinking of this, Hiratsuka Shizuka became even more anxious, and with her long legs, she strode quickly toward Class 3.

"Wait a minute, Hiratsuka-sensei, let's discuss this some more..."

The old principal chased after him, wiping his sweat, his brow beaded with perspiration: "No, Mr. Hiratsuka, I didn't know this because you didn't report on it before."

That place is really eerie, this is for your safety...

But before he could catch up, they had already arrived.

"Strange? I'll see what kind of demon or monster it is...?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka gave a cold laugh and pushed the door open.

The vengeful spirits and demons under her Hiratsuka-gumi could form dozens of Night Parades of One Hundred Demons. If evil spirits truly existed, her family would have been wiped out long ago...

The old principal sighed helplessly.

They're all powerful figures; I can't afford to offend any of them.

Then, with a creak, the door opened.