Half an hour later.

“…… On behalf of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and many innocent people, I would like to express my hope that you will participate in future joint operations on behalf of the Fujiwara clan! After all, with your strength ......"

In the apartment, Mochizuki Ayano and Ichiro Tokimoto sat on the sofa and spoke honestly about the current situation.

"Well, according to what you just said, there are all kinds of vicious monsters and evil spirits active in Tokyo right now, right......?"

Takumi Fujiwara, who had changed back into normal clothes, was sitting across from them with a numb face.

Prior to this, Mochizuki Ayano had explained to him the current tensions in Tokyo and in Japan as a whole.

Therefore, Fujiwara Takumi's calves are still a little shaky.

Are urban legends such as the Rip Girl and the Human-Faced Dog real?

Since when has the Tokyo metropolitan area where I live become so dangerous, should I move back to Meiji Jingu?

Yes, Takumi Fujiwara, who is "a once-in-a-4,000-year-old god" and "the next great priest of Meiji Jingu......

Fear of ghosts.

When he was young, like everyone else, he thought he was favored by the gods.

From childhood to adulthood, whether he sits, stands, eats, sleeps, plays games, and ...... In short, it will exude the spiritual power of the "Sixteen-petal Eightfold Table Chrysanthemum" that looks very godly majestic and royal.

It's like a miracle caused by practice.

For this reason, some people call him "the divine servant who practices even breathing."

In order to live up to the favor of the gods, spiritual practice used to occupy most of his life.

He was so obsessed with his practice that even his stern father often advised him not to work too hard.

It wasn't until he was ten years old that he was about to go out to buy the newly released "Elf Ghost Kemon: Gold and Silver" when he encountered an extremely powerful resentful spirit outside the torii gate that was worthy of his action.

He proudly used the technique that he had cultivated for many years, with extremely gorgeous chrysanthemum special effects and the breath of a god, on the resentful spirit.

However, the actual effect is like burning an elephant with a 100 yen lighter......

Except for being intimidated by the god's breath for a second, the wraith was not only unharmed, but enraged.

Several elders of the family who rushed to hear the news were buried at the hands of the resentful spirit in order to protect him.

Then, he fainted with horror at the bloody scene in front of him.

When I woke up, it was said that the spirit had been destroyed by someone else.

No matter how much he denied it, everyone gave credit to him.

But he knew very well that he had never done it himself.

Because of that encounter, he left a great psychological shadow on the existence of resentful spirits, and even watching restricted horror movies would cause his brain to crash and fall into a coma of self-protection.

After that incident, he took a holistic view of his life.

Only then did I realize that although the chrysanthemum spiritual power looked gorgeous and had an irresistible divine aura, it was useless except for the difference in sight and feeling.

It's like some of the skins that don't look like in Kryptonite games.

And the gorgeous scene that seemed to cause miracles was only caused by his own cultivation being too low and unable to control the dispersion of spiritual power.

His actual spiritual power qualifications and cultivation are not even half of the average level of the Fujiwara family.

Through talking to his peers and inquiring about them, he learned that when he prayed to the gods on weekdays, other priests would get more or less vague responses from the gods.

And he, from childhood to adulthood, as the appointed "next great priest", the gods have not responded to him once.

Once, there was no ......

What kind of "god-favored" is this horse, it should be a "tired person", right?

The special effect of this bluffing chrysanthemum pattern is also deliberately manipulated by the gods.

However, every time he said this to his father, the people in the family thought that Master Takumi was because he "failed to save the clansmen even though he defeated the powerful resentful spirits", so they felt deep self-blame and were too demanding of themselves.

After that, for a while, he often tried to prove his "true strength" by comparing magic with his clansmen and the like.

However, those peers who cultivated to be far superior to themselves were unable to withstand the "divine breath" of the chrysanthemum spiritual power, and under the coercion, they were like frogs targeted by snakes, unable to cast spells and directly admit defeat.

The occasional defeat with the elders was also seen as a deliberate act of humility, which made him more prestigious.

And the magic he used, no matter how humble the actual effect was, was always described as unfathomable because of the "chrysanthemum special effect".

Even the original resentful spirit has also derived multiple versions of [Three], [Want], and [Wu] from the level [II].

It can only be said that the "prejudice" of the human heart is really a very terrible thing.

Frustrated, Takumi Fujiwara moved out of Meiji Jingu to live alone in the name of "practicing alone", out of sight and out of mind.

Thinking so, Takumi Fujiwara smiled self-deprecatingly, stretched out his palm, and did his best to condense his spiritual power, showing it to Ichiro Tokimoto and Ayano Mochizuki.

The faint golden spiritual power in his palm, with a brilliant golden chrysanthemum pattern, continued to spread out towards the surroundings.

"You just said that with my strength...... You open your eyes and take a good look, this is all my strength, what can I do? ”

If it's the first time I've met an outsider, I'll be able to tell my abilities without prejudice and truth.

Seeing the golden spiritual power composed of the legendary "Sixteen-petal Eightfold Table Chrysanthemum" for the first time, Mochizuki Ayano and Tokimoto Ichiro suddenly opened their eyes and took a closer look.

A majestic majesty that could not be blasphemed enveloped the two of them in an instant.

Discover it, find it out, tell everyone that I'm just a weak chicken, and that such a dangerous thing as removing spirits is not for me, I just need to play games quietly at home, and help the royal family preside over the worship ceremony during the New Year's holidays in the future.

Takumi Fujiwara struggled to maintain the operation of his spiritual power, and shouted frantically in his heart.

"Good...... It's so strong...... Is this the coercion from the gods? Ordinary spirits or inspired people will probably find it difficult to stand in the breath of this god......"

Mochizuki Ayano struggled to resist the majesty that made people want to bow down immediately, carefully looked at the spiritual power in front of him, seemed to have found something, and said cautiously: "This spiritual power seems to be extremely weak, but in fact, it should be made by compressing a large amount of spiritual power with extreme skills, if it falls on the resentful spirit, I can't imagine how powerful it will be." ”

"No, are your eyes broken, take a closer look, this poor spiritual power that can be blown out by a gust of wind is already my full strength."

Takumi Fujiwara said with some anger.

As his mood fluctuated, more golden chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power escaped from his body.

For a while, the house was full of gold, chrysanthemums were blooming, and the breath of the gods became more violent with his emotions.

Like the wrath of the gods.

The more powerful power made the foreheads of the two people in front of them covered with fine sweat.

"Please also ask the young master to calm his anger......"

Uncle Keigo, who was busy in the open kitchen, immediately came over respectfully to salute and consol.

"Just the spiritual power of the body protector has such a majestic momentum, and it is really a divine favor...... Not only is he so demanding of himself, but he can also see through the abnormality of my left pupil at a glance. ”

Looking at the spectacular scene in front of him, Mochizuki Ayano, who was "recognized" by the other party, sighed with some horror.

"No, this seems to be an extremely weak spiritual power, but in fact, it should have surpassed the scope of spiritual power, no wonder even the tree can't see through it...... I'm afraid that as long as ordinary spirits come into contact with it, they will dissipate because they can't withstand the pressure, this is the power of the legendary gods! ”

Tokimoto Ichiro, who had been silent for a long time, closed the coffin and said conclusively.

"It is worthy of Mr. Shi Ben, who can actually find the special power of the young master in one sentence."

Uncle Keigo, who came up to pour tea, said proudly as if he was showing off his grandson to outsiders.

Young Master Takumi was brought up by him, and in his heart he was like a beloved grandson.

When the young master was young, in order to relieve the young master's "pressure of practice", he often took it upon himself to secretly bring back some game cartridges, anime DvD, figure models and other things for the young master.

In the face of Uncle Keigo's "strong assist", Takumi Fujiwara turned pale and could no longer maintain the spiritual power of his palm.

It's because of people like you that I can't stay at home with peace of mind.

The golden chrysanthemum in his palm dissipated in despair.