The all-powerful middle schooler

"Don't be too sad. After all, three years have passed, and it's time to let go."

"Ah."

Rikka Takanashi wiped the moisture from the corner of her eyes.

With the sage absent, she was finally able to show her weakness.

Carrying lanterns, Takanashi and his group walked out of the cemetery and followed a long path lined with candles, just like the other villagers, welcoming the souls of their ancestors home.

More than ten minutes later, I returned home.

"Welcome home, Dad."

"How have you been lately, Father?"

At the memorial tablet in the home, the two sisters offered their father's favorite fruits and water, and burned incense to pay their respects.

There was no response; the two sisters simply continued with the ritual according to their fixed script.

Only after everything was completed were they able to rest.

"What are the sages doing now? Has the battle begun?"

Rikka Takanashi looked up at the moon in the sky, her thoughts wandering as she stood alone.

The girl's eyes held a hint of loneliness.

She then realized that, besides her deceased father, she had many other people she cherished.

"I'm back……"

"I'm back…"

"I am back."

Suddenly, a murmured sound came from beside me, seemingly growing clearer as it approached.

"Who's talking?"

Rikka Takanashi glanced around and found no one else there, nor did she hear any sounds like those from the television.

"No, that's not right! This voice is..."

Her eyes immediately became extremely alert, and she instantly activated her spiritual vision ability.

at the same time.

"I'm home now."

A faint voice rang in my ears, like a thunderclap exploding in the sky.

"Not good!"

Her honed combat instincts made the girl leap to the other side to dodge, and when she landed, her eyes were as clear as moonlight as she looked back.

A figure slightly taller than her stood there, resembling a gaunt, lifeless human body with empty eyes, a ferocious face, a mouth split open like a tattered rag, long limbs, and black mist swirling around it, exuding a terrifying aura.

Anxiety, unease, fear...

Faced with this long-awaited first real battle, Rikka Takanashi couldn't help but feel a variety of negative emotions.

True strength lies in those who can control their own minds.

The sage's teachings echoed in her mind, gradually calming her heart. As she opened and closed her eyes, her gaze changed, and her body suddenly felt relaxed.

"There's nothing to be afraid of anymore!"

"because……"

"I'm the real deal now..."

"The Evil King's True Eye Envoy!"

25 The situation is getting out of control, the moon is turning red, and there's no time left.

The girl was both relieved and disappointed that, judging from its appearance, this slender-limbed evil spirit had nothing to do with her father.

Furthermore, considering the timeline of the day of the celestial change, it is even less likely that they were the ancestors of the Takanashi family.

As for why the other party said those words, it is most likely because of today's 'Welcoming Day', which corresponds to an evil spirit with this obsession.

As for why he chose to target her?

This is not difficult to understand.

According to the sages, the stronger one's life energy, the more it attracts the attention of spirits, and even if a person with spiritual power is born weak, their life energy will gradually become more abundant.

"call……"

Rikka Takanashi adjusts her breathing, lowers her body slightly, places her left hand and left foot forward, and her right hand and right foot back, assuming the starting stance of Gentle Fist.

According to the sage, the combination of Gentle Fist and the Byakugan (the eye that can see through objects) in that world is necessary to perfectly bring out the essence of this martial art.

In reality, having a set of techniques is always better than just randomly throwing punches.

Moreover, spiritual power can completely replace the effects of chakra.

These thoughts only flashed through her mind briefly.

What followed was the overwhelming malice emanating from the evil spirit before her.

"I'm back.....!"

"Why are you unhappy!"

"Why are you unhappy!"

It roared with resentment and hatred, and its slender hands grew even longer, its fingernails becoming exceptionally sharp, like slit blades, as it reached out and grabbed straight at the target.

"It's a very simple attack. Is it really just a low-level spirit?"

Rikka Takanashi easily handled the situation, quickly disappearing into the courtyard.

"Come with me."

She glanced back, then ran outside.

Fighting here is too inconvenient for her; she cannot accept either destroying houses or accidentally injuring people.

Without hesitation, the evil spirit followed.

In its view, the girl in front of it was more alluring.

We arrived at an open space.

The battle between man and spirit has officially begun.

……

Beneath a row of colorful lanterns is a long dragon made up of shacks, and flowing within the dragon are groups of people.

"What a sweet death. I've always wanted to try this before, but I never thought it would happen today."

Sanae Tokomori took a bite of the apple candy and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"Kids just love eating candy, I wonder when they'll ever grow up."

Nishimura Mori made a comment, then took a bite of the taiyaki in her hand, captivated by the aroma of red beans.

"How dare you say I'm dead!"

Sanae Tokomori looked disdainful, then took advantage of her unpreparedness to take a big bite of the taiyaki, smearing her mouth full of red beans.

"You brat...!"

"This is the death penalty for angering the Deviate Guardian!"

Nibutani Morika was furious, and the only countermeasure she could think of was to do the same thing. However, Dekomori Sanae had anticipated this and protected the apple candy with her right hand.

"It's no use, I've seen right through your plan, Death!"

The latter burst into laughter, leaving the former helpless.

next to.

Hasegawa Izumi watched the interaction between the two as if it were commonplace.

"Minister, come on, open your mouth, ah~"

Suddenly, Natsukawa Masaki smiled slightly, stuck a toothpick into a takoyaki ball, and then held it up in front of him.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were a couple.

"Thank you."

Hasegawa Izumi's eyes flickered slightly. She reached out and took the toothpick from the girl's hand before swallowing the takoyaki.

Throughout the entire process, his saliva did not get on the toothpick.

"Minister, you big idiot! You're so clueless about romance!"

Natsukawa Masaki took the toothpick that was handed back, her eyes filled with resentment, and then turned her grief and indignation into appetite, eating the remaining takoyaki one bite at a time.

Honestly, if the minister were to cooperate with her in an ambiguous way, she would be at a loss for how to respond.

After everyone had eaten their fill, their attention turned to one spot.

"Is this the legendary goldfish scooping death?!"

Sanae Tokomori jogged and squatted down, looking at the little goldfish swimming in the pond, her eyes shining.

"Miss, would you like to try it? It's 100 yen per try. Just use a paper net to scoop them up and you can take the cute little goldfish home."

The middle-aged man with thinning hair revealed a shrewd businessman's smile.

"I want to play Death!"

Without saying a word, Sanae Tokomori pulled out a 1000 yen banknote from her pocket, which was very generous.

"Hey, how long are you planning to play?"

"Dansheng Valley Mori Natsumi couldn't help but say."

"Hmph, imposter Mori Summer, let's have a duel, Death! Whoever loses has to grant the other one a request!"

Sanae Tokomori tilted her head back.

"I'm not betting with you, and besides, what's so difficult about this for us?"

Nissou Tani Morika scoffed at this.

The biggest challenge in catching goldfish is that the paper net easily tears due to the weight of the fish, but for those with spiritual powers, it's incredibly easy.

"Of course you can't use spiritual power to kill! That would be too cheating, and there would be no winner... Why are you still hesitating? You can't even accept such a fair challenge, you really are a fake Death."

Sanae Tokomori, with a mocking expression, used a provocation tactic.

"Alright, let's give it a try... But let me make this clear first: you can't do anything to insult the other party's character if you agree to the conditions."

After hesitating for a moment, Nissouya Morika still mustered her confidence.

As Dekomori said, how can a strong person be afraid of challenges?

"Then let's leave it at that, death."

Sanae Tokomori agreed to the condition because she wasn't entirely confident of winning.

"Wait... count me in."

Just as the two were about to begin, Natsukawa Masuzu suddenly interrupted, also showing a very interested expression.

"By the way, Minister, would you like to give it a try?"

She turned her head expectantly and asked.

"If I join, wouldn't that be a bit unfair?"

Hanesegawa Izumi was too lazy to take advantage of them.

Even without using spiritual power, he could still demonstrate an incredibly skillful way of scooping goldfish.

"Yes."

Natsukawa Masaki's eyes flickered, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

She was so focused on embracing her superpowered identity that she forgot that the minister's advantage over them wasn't just supernatural things like spiritual power.