"Run, retreat, sell, escape."
Upon hearing this, before Yotsuya Miko could react, she was directly swept into Kano Yoruhoshi's arms.
"Eh!?"
After the pale, giant Ghost Hand and the snake-shaped Evil Spirit appeared, the Evil Spirits, who had originally fallen into madness, now huddled in a corner like sheep watching two tigers fight, looking submissive and timid.
Yotsuya Miko originally thought that when Kano Yoruhoshi said retreat, he meant going down the stairwell.
But the problem was…
How were they getting closer and closer to the window!?
"Let's go."
Kano Yoruhoshi ran to the window with lightning speed, without the slightest hesitation, and directly leaped out, holding Yotsuya Miko.
Just looking at this scene, it was somewhat like a youthful version of the Titanic.
Except for one crucial point.
This was the twenty-eighth floor.
"Eh, eh, eh!!!?"
Feeling the cool breeze from outside the window and seeing the concrete ground getting closer and closer, Yotsuya Miko's mind began to flash through her life.
Was she… going to die here?
By the way, jumping from this height would surely turn them into a bloody mess, right?
When it came time to clean up the scene, wouldn't she and Kano Yoruhoshi be merged together?
It's over.
If she got infected by his abstractness and turned into an abstract ghost, what would she do?
Just as they were less than twenty meters from the hard concrete ground, and it seemed Kano Yoruhoshi and Yotsuya Miko were about to merge and super-evolve into Yagami Miko, Kano Yoruhoshi softly chanted, "Come back."
The pale giant hand, which had been entangled with the turtle… no, with the snake-shaped Evil Spirit on the twenty-eighth floor, seemed to hear Kano Yoruhoshi's summons and swiftly flew through the wall, opening its palm to catch Kano Yoruhoshi and gently land him on the ground.
"Da da da da da…"
Hearing this strange sound, Kano Yoruhoshi frowned slightly, wondering what the noise was. A Chicago typewriter? Were the Kyoto yakuza's weapon configurations this professional now? He looked down at his arms and realized. It was Yotsuya Miko's two rows of silver teeth chattering non-stop, turning her into a human Chicago typewriter. As soon as he put her down, Yotsuya Miko's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, instinctively clutching his thigh with both hands.
"Dame dame dame."
"Muri muri muri."
"No, no, no."
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Seeing her like this, Kano Yoruhoshi pouted and sighed, "Sigh, these young people nowadays, never been bungee jumping? And they want to be Professional Exorcists? Can't even handle this much excitement?"
There were so many points to ridicule in that statement that Yotsuya Miko didn't know where to begin. But even if she wanted to, she couldn't speak now. She was completely stunned.
Just then, two incredibly pale fingers with sharp black nails extended towards her.
Yotsuya Miko flinched in fear.
However, what happened next was beyond her expectation.
The index and middle fingers of the white Ghost Hand slowly came together, and then…
Formed a heart shape.
"Huh?"
Before Yotsuya Miko could comprehend this bizarre scene, Kano Yoruhoshi waved his hand impatiently, "Alright, alright, stop trying to steal the show here. Disappear."
The white Ghost Hand seemed a bit reluctant, even making a waving goodbye gesture before finally vanishing into thin air.
"What… what was that thing…"
Hearing Yotsuya Miko's question, Kano Yoruhoshi shrugged and yawned indifferently, "Your performance today was truly beyond my expectations. Since you've seen it, I'll explain it to you."
Then, Kano Yoruhoshi slightly crouched down, looking directly into Yotsuya Miko's eyes, and spoke with a rare solemn tone, "That thing, you could say, is another me, as a spirit."
Yotsuya Miko's golden eyes showed a look of sudden understanding, and she nodded slightly, "Hmm… I don't understand."
"Sigh, why are you so stupid?"
Kano Yoruhoshi rolled his eyes and waved his hand, "In short, you can think of it as my trump card for fighting Evil Spirits, my strongest ability; it originates from my own soul, manifesting something similar in nature to an Evil Spirit."
"I see. Does this ability have a name?"
"A name? I don't really care about that. You can call it whatever you want—Stand user, Persona, superpower, Ryokunoryoku, cheat ability, anything is fine."
"Is that so…"
Yotsuya Miko nodded noncommittally, then suddenly asked in a low, tentative voice, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"That giant hand is an extension and manifestation of your soul, I didn't misunderstand, right?"
"Yes, that's the idea."
"Then… it just made a heart gesture at me. Does that mean… deep down, you actually wanted to make that gesture to me?"
Kano Yoruhoshi: "…"
"I say, sis, at a time like this, can you not be so lovesick? Shouldn't you first ask if you can awaken this kind of ability?"
"Oh, you're right."
Yotsuya Miko's pretty face flushed slightly, and she quickly changed the subject.
"Then, can I awaken this ability?"
"I think you should be able to."
"What do you mean 'should'? Isn't there a definite answer?"
"It seems you still don't understand."
Kano Yoruhoshi patted Yotsuya Miko's shoulder and said earnestly.
"Miko."
Being stared at so intently by him, a strange nervousness suddenly welled up in Yotsuya Miko's heart.
"W-what is it?"
"You and I are very likely to be the most powerful Supernatural Power Users in the history of Japan."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"Not at all."
Kano Yoruhoshi shook his head.
"This means that if there are things even we ourselves don't understand, or Evil Spirits that neither of us can handle, then even if we consult ancient texts, we can at most find some reference information. No one can provide us with a solution, do you understand?"
Hearing this, Miko finally realized the gravity of the situation.
What she and Kano Yoruhoshi were likely facing were strange events that had never occurred in the history of Japan.
Or there was another possibility.
Such strange riots had happened before.
Thinking of the scene she had just witnessed in the unfinished building, Yotsuya Miko couldn't help but recall a legendary tale from Japan.
Hyakki Yagyō.
To face such a terrifying future with just herself and Kano Yoruhoshi?
Yotsuya Miko felt her shoulders suddenly become much heavier.
Just then.
A drop of rain fell to the ground.
Following it was a continuous, intensifying downpour.
"It's raining."
Kano Yoruhoshi looked at the raindrops falling to the ground and murmured.
Yotsuya Miko looked puzzled: "The weather forecast didn't say it would rain today."
Kano Yoruhoshi: "Did you bring an umbrella?"
Yotsuya Miko retorted: "No, did you?"
"Me neither."
Kano Yoruhoshi shook his head and sighed.
"Well, it looks like we're going to be drenched."
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