V1C1 Part1

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–Furuya-san. Furuya Haruhisa-san. Can you hear me?

A voice that sounded like a girl’s echoed in my head.

–It’s okay, I’m not anyone suspicious.

As if separated by a thick wall, her voice was distorted and her words were difficult to make out.

However, the earnestness in her voice was distracting and attracted my consciousness towards her direction. Her voice sounded closer than it had a moment ago.

–Please Furuya-san, please do me a favor.

A favor?

–Yes, it’s very simple.

Well, if it’s within my ability.

–Really!? That’s a promise this time, alright!?

Sure.

–Thank you, Furuya-san.

The girl cleared her throat and then asked in a serious tone.

"For us to manifest our true power… could you use your hands to make someone climax? It doesn’t matter who it is and just needs to be for a moment?"

"Don’t screw with me!?"

I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"…huh?"

While shouting, I couldn’t remember at all who I was shouting at or what they had said that made me shout so loudly.

Ah, it happened again.

The mysterious dream that I had been regularly seeing ever since I got that troublesome curse.

As I fiddled with the silver crucifixes that hung from the bracelets on both of my wrists, feeling annoyed that I couldn’t remember the contents of the dream, the sound of giggles and chuckles came from around me.

"…ah"

It took me a few seconds to grasp the situation with my head which was still half-asleep. It wasn’t until the teacher for "Modern History of Spiritual Disasters" let out an exasperated sigh that I finally realized that I had been falling asleep in class. Oh, shit…

"Furuya. Are you aiming to have the worst grades not only for practical skills but also for classroom work?"

As the teacher spoke, in his hands was a talisman with the words "Banish Delinquent Student" written on it so I hurriedly tried to explain myself.

"No, you see… a guy in my dormitory blew up his technique yesterday, so I couldn’t sleep last niiiiight!?"

Looked like there was no point in arguing any further.

Ignoring my desperate excuse, the teacher threw a talisman at my chest. Powerless against the technique of my teacher who was a professional exorcist, my body became motionless, as if it were tied to my chair.

"Um, sir, I can’t take notes like this."

It might have been effective in preventing me from falling asleep though since it forced me to sit up with a straight posture.

However, the teacher completely ignored my complaints and resumed class.

"Alright, let’s continue. The biggest spiritual disaster ever to occur in modern Japan took place two years ago and affected the entire Kanto area, commonly known as the Vanishing Underwear Incident. Due to the extreme lack of information made public about this spiritual disaster, many unsubstantiated rumors were spread, such as one claiming that a child had resolved the entire problem by himself. The effects of this…"

As the teacher wrote on the board, the rest of the students swiftly redirected their attention towards the lesson. Disciplinary measures verging on corporal punishment were not uncommon in this school.

"Good grief… a dangerous school as usual…"

I let out a small sigh while remaining bound to my chair.

Would I have been able to spend my time more leisurely if I had attended a normal school?

While indulging in such unproductive thoughts, I gazed at the details of the "Vanishing Underwear Incident" written on the board by my teacher with a bitter feeling.

The Tokyo Metropolitan School for Exorcists.

It was a training institute for exorcists, established to deal with frequently occurring spiritual disasters.

A prestigious school that combined middle and high school and gathered gifted young people from all over the nation to compete daily to become professional exorcists.

The quality of its students was unsurpassed among several exorcist training institutions in Japan and many of its graduates were highly regarded as top professionals.

Its students were young talents who were going to responsible for the exorcism industry’s future, budding heroes who were going to save people from evil spirits, monsters, and other spiritual disasters.

However, as with any prestigious school, dunces existed… I myself was proof of that since in terms of my exorcism grades, I was the lowest-ranked student in the school.

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<time class="entry-date published" datetime="2020-12-09T10:59:49+00:00">December 9, 2020</time><time class="updated" datetime="2020-12-20T01:26:23+00:00">December 20, 2020</time>