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

An empty counterfeit.

A...good-for-nothing who couldn't even avenge her...

So... he knew everything...

A dissonant whimper, like the mournful cry of a young animal, escaped from deep within Shinobu's throat.

She could no longer stand.

The strength that had been holding her together, the strength that had allowed her to play the role of "Flower Pillar Lady," was completely drained at that moment.

Her proud and unbreakable willpower, the dam built with hatred and madness, collapsed at this moment.

"Wow—Aa ...

The sorrow, resentment, despair, and pain accumulated over countless days and nights erupted like a flash flood.

This moment was filled with the cries of Shinobu Kocho, a girl who lived alone.

Tears, like scalding lava, poured wildly from her purple eyes, burning her fair, almost translucent cheeks.

Her petite body trembled violently, and she finally collapsed to her knees, powerless, on the fine, snow-white sand.

Like a lost child, she curled up and buried her face deep in her arms.

She let out a heart-wrenching cry that had been suppressed for far too long.

The sound of crying shattered the eternal tranquility of the courtyard.

Linn said nothing.

He simply sat there quietly, holding the cup of tea that had gone slightly cold, watching the girl who had completely collapsed not far away.

He knew that some abscesses had to be completely squeezed out before they could heal.

All he has to do is wait.

Let the storm subside on its own.

Time slowly passed amidst the girl's cries.

After an unknown amount of time, the heart-wrenching wailing gradually turned into low sobs.

In the end, only intermittent, suppressed sobs remained.

Shinobu Kocho knelt there, her small shoulders still trembling.

The beautiful butterfly-wing feather knitting was soaked with tears, making it look somewhat disheveled.

Lynn then calmly put down her teacup.

He didn't get up, but instead pulled out a few clean, soft tissues from a wooden box that had appeared beside him at some point.

With a flick of a finger.

The tissue, as if held by an invisible hand, floated down lightly and silently in front of Shinobu Kocho.

She slowly raised her head.

That face, usually so delicate it resembled a doll's, was now a mess of tears, her eyes red and swollen, her tearful expression enough to evoke boundless pity and protective instincts in any man.

"Are you done crying?"

Lynn's tone remained calm.

Shinobu Kocho stared blankly at him, then at the tissue in front of her, motionless for a moment, just sobbing silently.

"Wipe your nose, it's about to drip."

Lynn added.

Shinobu Kocho: “…”

The nascent atmosphere of grievance and poignant beauty that had just begun to build was instantly shattered by those words.

Feeling both embarrassed and confused, she picked up a tissue and wiped her face haphazardly.

The cool tissue touching her burning skin brought a slight sense of clarity to her confused mind.

"So, this is your first assignment."

Lynn slowly stood up and finally began today's "regular class".

He looked down at the girl kneeling on the ground, his shadow stretched long and made him appear exceptionally tall by the starlight.

"Let's go back."

"Go back to your world."

The tightly closed wooden door at the end of the courtyard creaked as he spoke.

It slowly opens.

"Stop your ridiculous imitations and put away your clumsy anger."

"Feel it, understand it, and then... master it."

Lynn's voice, like a divine decree, was imprinted deep within Shinobu's soul, word by word.

"When you can turn anger into the most poisonous blade on your sword, instead of a flame that burns you..."

"Come see me again."

As Lynn's voice faded, the starlight in the courtyard seemed to dim for a moment.

He looked down at the petite figure kneeling on the sand, and then took a step.

His pace was unhurried, each step seemingly stepping into the gaps between Shinobu Kocho's chaotic heartbeats.

The shadow slowly enveloped her.

Shinobu subconsciously tensed her body, and the slight trembling that had just stopped began to reappear.

She didn't know what this man wanted to do, whether it was a final judgment, or... something else.

She slowly raised her tear-streaked face, and what came into view was Lynn's calm and unwavering eyes.

He didn't speak, he just raised his hand.

It was a long, slender finger with distinct joints, which stood out clearly in the quiet starlight.

Then, in Shinobu Kocho's purple eyes, filled with confusion and astonishment—

That finger, gently and without a trace of emotion, touched her forehead, which was cold from crying for so long.

"At that time, I will personally teach you how to forge this power into the most deadly and incurable poison in the world."

The touch from my fingertips wasn't cold; instead, it was unusually warm and firm.

Like an incredibly solid anchor, it instantly stabilized her turbulent and about-to-collapse spiritual world.

At that moment, Shinobu Kocho trembled violently, and then, miraculously, all her sobs and trembling subsided.

The sadness, resentment, and unwillingness churning in my mind seemed to be completely suppressed by this gentle touch.

The world is quieter than ever before.

All that remained was the clear warmth on his forehead and those words that seemed to be branded deep within his soul.

At this time.

The door was wide open, and the darkness outside seemed to beckon.

Shinobu Kocho stood up dejectedly and picked up the Nichirin Blade from the ground.

She glanced at the door, then looked back at the mysterious man.

Confused, bewildered, shocked.

There was also a glimmer of hope... a glimmer of light that she herself hadn't even noticed, quietly igniting deep within her lifeless eyes.

She didn't say anything more, but bowed deeply, very deeply, to Lynn.

Then, she turned around and walked step by step into the darkness.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door slowly closed, and the courtyard returned to silence.

Lynn sat back down on the porch and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sigh, being a teacher is really hard work."

He rubbed his temples, feeling even more tired than if he had taught eight consecutive Chinese language classes.

Just then, the semi-transparent light screen popped up in front of him again.

[Initial guidance has been completed, and the client, 'Shinobu Kocho,' has received the first phase of instruction.]

[Settlement in progress...]

[Congratulations, Master! You have successfully guided the target person and pointed them in the right direction. Completion level: Excellent.]

[Achieved a stage reward: Talent Skill - Emotion Perception (Beginner)!]

[Emotion Perception (Beginner): You can now vaguely perceive strong emotional fluctuations (such as anger, sadness, joy, fear, etc.) generated by intelligent life forms within a five-meter radius.]

Lynn's lips finally curled into a genuine smile.

"Finally, a decent ability has arrived."

He closed his eyes and tried to feel it.

Nothingness.

"Radius of five meters... Beginner level..."

Lynn stroked his chin, lost in thought.

This ability might not be enough to deal with the powerful beings in all the worlds.

but……

Using it to deal with those teenage brats at Soubu High whose minds are harder to fathom than functions, wouldn't that be... a dimensional reduction attack?

Just thinking about Yukino Yukinoshita's icy face filled with comments saying "Come and understand me," and the constant emotional bubbles of "social anxiety," "nervousness," and "wanting to go home" floating above Doku Goto's head...

Lynn's lips curled into a pleasant smile.

Tomorrow's after-school tutoring session at school seems like it's going to be more interesting.

Chapter 4: The Service Department is Completely Breached

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled light on the Chinese language lesson plan.

Lynn stood on the podium, looking listless.

Last night, he was still the "Mentor of All Realms," pontificating on everything and capable of moving a young girl's soul with a single word.

This morning, he was just an ordinary Mandarin teacher at Zongwu High School, who got by by hypnotizing students during lectures.

Such a huge sense of disparity would probably have driven someone else to a mental breakdown.

But Lynn adapted well.

After all, slacking off is the essence of work.

"Alright, students, turn to page thirty-five in your textbooks."

Lynn tapped the podium with his pointer; the sound wasn't loud, but it carried a lazy, penetrating quality.

"Today we'll be discussing Natsume Soseki's *Kokoro*."

"The key point is a section about the loneliness between 'I' and 'my teacher,' the feeling of being unable to fully open up about my inner thoughts..."

The reaction from the audience was, as always, lifeless.

The top students carefully flipped through the books, highlighting key points.

Most students entered a state of "brain shutdown and body automatic operation" as a result.

The two from the Service Department remained the most beautiful sight in the crowd.

Yukino Yukinoshita sat upright, her posture as elegant as if she were attending a royal banquet.

Her fair, snow-white face showed no emotion, as if she already understood every word the teacher said.