The all-powerful middle schooler

"Although I didn't find the fantasy ingredients... I found this!"

Rikka Takanashi suddenly pulled some mushrooms out of her pocket.

Their caps come in various colors, such as white, yellow, and blue, resembling colorful little umbrellas. The stems are relatively thick, and they look juicy and delicious, making people want to try them.

"Master, have you confirmed that these are edible mushrooms?"

Out of concern for her own life, Sanae Tokomori couldn't help but question it.

"Are we immune to all poisons yet?"

Nishikawa Morika gave an awkward smile.

"Sage, what do you think?"

Rikka, of course, had no idea what to do either, and asked for help.

"It should be fine."

Izumi Hasegawa glanced at it.

Although not a fantasy ingredient, it is more nutritious and tastes more delicious than ordinary ingredients because it is nourished by spiritual energy.

Although she lacked the ability to awaken, the girl's insight was still far superior to that of others.

That evening, he used this to cook a delicious mushroom soup, which left a deep impression on the Holy Healer.

"Fine, I'll give you the title of Saintly Healer, Hasegawa."

Shihua even joked with him after dinner, her indifferent face showing more anger than before.

No... I think this title can only belong to you.

He simply shook his head and gave a mysterious smile.

It's another morning.

Everyone had just finished breakfast and was getting ready to go out for some fresh air.

"Shihua, come here for a second."

Suddenly, Rokka's grandmother appeared and called Toka aside.

This has attracted everyone's attention.

Soon, Shihua changed into another set of clothes, looking ready to go out.

"Shihua, what are you going to do?"

Rikka Takanashi asked with some curiosity.

"The Obon festival is about to begin, and Grandma told me to prepare the lanterns and stuff we'll need... Do you want to come with us?"

Shihua stopped and turned around to explain, while also trying to ask a question.

"no need."

Rikka Takanashi shook her head.

Afterwards, Shihua left by car.

What is the Ghost Festival?

Natsukawa Masaki, who is often alone, is unfamiliar with these festivals and asks the others for advice.

"The Obon Festival, isn't that the 'Ghost Festival'?"

"Dansheng Valley Mori Natsumi thought for a moment and said."

She thought someone would respond, but instead found that everyone else was giving her a "go on" look.

This is supposed to be a fairly well-known festival, right?

How come none of you knew?!

"The Obon Festival, originally a Buddhist ceremony, was introduced from an ancient Eastern country. During the Kamakura period, the Obon Festival was combined with the charity for hungry ghosts and the lantern festival, hence it was also called the 'Soul Festival'. It usually falls around August 15th each year..."

She had no choice but to take out her phone from her pocket and take on the responsibility of providing commentary.

Things that sound mysterious and mystical naturally attract their attention more.

"Dekomori smells danger! Death!"

Sanae Tokomori's gaze suddenly turned serious.

"I also have this feeling."

Even Natsukawa Masaki rarely agreed with her.

"This might be a great opportunity for us to show our skills..."

The little bird, Rokka, was eager to try.

Only Xiaojiu showed no sense of participation and couldn't get into the mood at all, her big, watery eyes looking at her older brother.

21. I'm sorry, guest, there's only one room left.

Hasegawa Izumi understood that her younger sister certainly needed to become a true 'Vampire Ancestor' so that she could actually participate in such conversations.

However, once he makes a promise, it's a promise he can't keep; whatever he says, goes.

So, he elegantly ignored his sister and said, "That's right, on such special days, the yin energy in the world does gather and accumulate, making the environment more suitable for the survival of evil spirits, zombies, and monsters."

"So, the chances of running into those things are much higher these days? Especially during those special festivals?"

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsumi understood.

"Not only that, it will also have a significant impact on some places with bad feng shui."

The others didn't quite understand what Izumi Hasegawa was saying.

What is Feng Shui?

However, Rikka Takanashi exclaimed in surprise, "Sage, do you mean there will be a large-scale 'riot' in our village?"

"No, that's not it. According to my estimation, your village is not in the center, but only on the periphery, so the impact should be limited."

He shook his head instead.

"Wait, Master, Sage, what are you talking about, Death!"

Sanae Tokomori couldn't help but chime in.

The other girls were completely unaware of the feng shui he mentioned.

So he repeated the explanation of Rikka that he had given him before.

"Onmyoji?"

They were slightly surprised by the name.

Because they are familiar with anime, they are also familiar with characters that have local characteristics.

But they never expected that Onmyoji were also good at these things.

"Regarding the central area you mentioned, Minister..."

Suddenly, Natsukawa Masaki asked.

"It should be over there, probably about a ten-minute walk."

Hasegawa Izumi raised her right hand and pointed to the other side.

"This direction... should lead to Eiheiji-cho, right?"

Rikka Takanashi guessed.

"So, will the town also hold corresponding events?"

Dansheng Gusenxia's expression condensed.

Unlike small villages, in slightly larger places, once people gather, they naturally want to hold the event on a grander scale.

But if that's the case, according to what they heard from Hasegawa before, wouldn't that mean even greater danger?

"I don't know... I'll go ask Grandma."

Although Rikka Takanashi is a local and has attended school there, she never participates in these activities.

A few minutes later.

“I heard from my grandmother that there is a famous Guangming Temple there, which holds a formal Dharma assembly every year around this time, and at that time, many people who come out of nowhere will participate.”

When Rokka returned from her trip, she confirmed the matter.

"So, shall we go?"

Natsukawa Masaki's eyes were bright.

"We absolutely have to go to Death! Dekomori can't wait for Death!"

Sanae Tokomori clenched her fists, her eyes burning with fire.

"To be honest, I'd like to go and see it too."

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsu was also eager to try.

Not everyone has the patience to stay indoors and cultivate the "Ten Mile Slope Sword God". Once you have power, it is normal to want to vent and verify it.

After undergoing this period of training, the girls are full of confidence in their abilities.

After all, according to their deductions, most spirits could not evolve as quickly as they could!

"And what about Rikka?"

Hasegawa Izumi's gaze fell on the last person.

"I want...I want to stay."

Rikka Takanashi lowered her head slightly, hesitated for a long time, and then made a decision.

"Why die? Master, don't you want to fight alongside us?"

Sanae Toshou held his hands in confusion and said.

"Are you silly, little rascal? Of course, we should be worried about Grandpa and Grandma's safety."

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsu crossed her arms and teased her.

"I see... I'm sorry, it was Dekomori's clumsy death! Dekomori apologizes to Master."

Sanae Tokomori looked embarrassed and then bowed.

When one has the ability, it is natural to choose to protect those close to us; this is something everyone can understand.

If the evil spirits are all the same type they encountered before, requiring them to be seen before they can be attacked, then perhaps there's no need to worry about anything happening. But it's better to be safe than sorry.

If an accident occurs, it will only make Rikka feel worse than what happened three years ago.

It's a different feeling to have the ability to protect something but fail to do so, and it's a different feeling to not have the ability to protect it at all.

"Alright, let's split up and fight separately. Rikka, you stay in your hometown, and we'll go to the town to check out the situation."

Izumi Hasegawa ultimately made the decision, without forcing anyone, simply respecting everyone's individual ideas.

After making the decision, everyone prepared to resume their training, making ample preparations for the possible great battle that might follow.

“Wait, sage, I have another question to ask you.”

Before he left, Rikka Takanashi called him back.

"Just ask."

He stopped and looked back.

“Sage, according to you, the probability of spirits appearing increases significantly on those days. So, when it comes to ‘invoking spirits,’ does that mean…”

At this point, Rikka Takanashi's breathing became rapid and hesitant.

If that were the case, wouldn't my wish come true immediately...?

"If everything goes according to the festival's schedule, Rikka, you might indeed be able to meet your father, but are you sure that's the kind of meeting you want? And if it really happens, are you sure you can find him again?"

He asked meaningfully.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.