The all-powerful middle schooler

"Um, I know a place where it's easier to climb in."

Standing in front of the closed gate, Nagasaki raised his hand.

She meant well, but she noticed that the other people's expressions were a bit strange.

"Why climb from another place?"

With a light touch of her finger to her lips, Natsukawa Masaki tilted her head slightly, feigning ignorance.

"That would be far too un classy. You don't actually think of us as just ordinary people like yourself, do you? Hehehe..."

Sanae Tokomori covered her head with one hand and burst into wild laughter.

"It's just a small hurdle; it won't stop us."

Nishikawa Morika smiled as well.

"Ok?"

Nagasaki looked completely bewildered.

"Who will take her inside?"

"Itsuki Izumi spoke up."

"Let me do it."

Rikka Takanashi volunteered, and in a flash, she appeared behind her and gave her a princess carry.

"Is Takanashi really that strong? Wait, what's going to happen...?"

Before Nagasaki could even sigh, a gust of wind ruffled her bangs, accompanied by a feeling of weightlessness.

It was as if the surrounding scenery had been refreshed in an instant.

"Alright, we're in."

Rikka Takanashi put her down.

"What happened?!"

Nagasaki's mind went blank for a moment, and she hadn't quite reacted yet.

"It's nothing, I just jumped over."

Rikka Takanashi answered.

"Jump over? That's over three meters high!"

She looked up at the school gate, and only then did her heart start pounding wildly.

How long are you going to stay here?

An impatient voice came from the side.

"It's okay, Dekomori will lead the way! Although I've never been to the Light Music Club, I still know where the club activity room is."

Sanae Tokomori walked ahead, turned around, and spoke.

"Oh...oh, I understand!"

Nagasaki suppressed her shock, composed herself, and led the way forward.

So, Hasegawa and the others were serious all along! We're all the idiots!

There really are superpowered people in this world!

The group went to the other side of the teaching building and came to a spot further inside.

……

My heart is filled with weariness, my eyes are constantly wandering.

I'm alone in this world

In this fading spring

Every year I only feel the cold

......

A melodious singing voice came from inside the door.

"I forgot, I don't have a key right now..."

Nagasaki, who was holding a flashlight, was taken aback.

"Let me break this barrier!"

Rikka Takanashi stood in front of the gate, raising her right hand and gathering spiritual energy in her palm, as if she was about to unleash a move.

"No, no, no! We can't damage public facilities! And the noise is too loud; it will attract unwanted attention."

Nissouya Morika quickly grabbed Rikka's arm to stop her.

"There are so many rules in the human world."

Rikka sighed.

Left with no other option, everyone else who lacked lock-picking skills turned to him.

"Let me do it."

Hasegawa Izumi extended two fingers and brought them toward the keyhole. The spiritual energy that had been gathered instantly materialized and turned into a key exactly like the original.

Such meticulous operation is something that young girls do not yet possess.

With a 'click', the door opened.

"Whoo~"

Just then, the billowing curtains brought in a gust of cold wind.

"Nothing... at all?"

Nagasaki saw only an empty club room, and her expression instantly turned dejected.

The singing stopped abruptly at that moment.

"No, you just can't see it."

"Natsukawa Masaki said jokingly."

"Nani?"

When Nagasaki was at a loss, Izumi Hasegawa stood in front of her.

"To see the existence of spirits, besides the spirits being able to appear on their own, you either need to be born with the ability to see spirits or have spiritual vision. Other than that, there are only some unprofessional folk methods. However, if you have the help of a spiritualist, it is also possible to do so."

As he spoke, he placed his finger on the girl's brow, and spiritual patterns spread along that spot, connecting to her optic nerve.

The others didn't intervene because their abilities were limited and they couldn't help people activate 'spiritual vision' for long.

Nagasaki opened her eyes, her gaze suddenly brightening as the scene before her changed instantly.

Right outside the window, a girl with long, flowing hair stood there, lost in thought.

"Ruoye!"

She called out her friend's name, but received no response.

"Why is this happening..."

The girl cupped her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks, remembering the day she suddenly heard the news of the funeral.

"She doesn't have enough 'spirituality' left, and her obsession is too strong, which sometimes makes her seem a bit rigid."

With a flick of her finger, Izumi Hasegawa sent a dazzling beam of light toward Wakaba's spirit.

Like the finishing touch on a painting, Wakaba's eyes became focused and lifelike.

"Am I... not dead?"

Her hazy consciousness awoke, and looking at her glowing hands, she was still disoriented.

"Ruoye!"

"Kyoko, is that you...?"

Nagasaki's shouts were answered, and she rushed over with great joy.

The two, who were supposed to never see or touch each other again, embraced tightly.

"Why, why didn't Wakaba tell me before? Do you know how I reacted when I suddenly heard the news of your death?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to worry or take up your energy... but now it seems I was wrong."

……

After a tearful outburst, Ruoye understood the current situation.

"Thank you, Hasegawa-kun, for letting me see Kyoko one last time."

Wakaba bowed to him, deeply moved.

"Ah."

He accepted it calmly and reminded him, "You have now become a bound spirit. Unless your wish is fulfilled, you will be imprisoned forever and will never be freed."

"So, does Wakaba have any wishes? I'll do anything I can!"

Nagasaki looked excited.

"I'm already satisfied just to have met Kyoko once... That way, I'll have no regrets and can ascend to heaven in peace."

Ruoye wiped away non-existent tears, her body gradually becoming ethereal, but then stopped at a certain point.

"why?"

She didn't understand.

"Clearly, seeing Nagasaki-kun again is not your deepest obsession."

Hasegawa Izumi's eyes were piercing.

Wakaba paused for a moment.

"Wakaba, tell me quickly! I will definitely help you 'become a Buddha'!"

Nagasaki immediately pressed for more information.

"Actually... I've always had a wish in my heart, which is to one day be able to perform a wonderful show with Kyoko in front of everyone. Unfortunately, due to my health, I've never been able to do it."

Even though she was already dead, Wakaba did not remain silent as she had in life, and chose to express her feelings directly.

The 89 Cultural Festival has begun, and the popularity is unbeatable!

"This wish isn't that simple."

Dansheng Valley Senxia turned her head to look.

“You are just a ghost now, and a bound spirit at that. It would be difficult enough to take you away, let alone make you perform. I advise you to change your wish now, it’s not too late.”

Natsukawa Masaki raised her hands and made a sarcastic remark.

"Can't you?"

Nagasaki looked disappointed.

"We are powerless to help, but if it is the Sage, then there is no problem with death."

While seemingly praising Sanae Dekomori, he was actually kind-heartedly pointing out a path for her.

"Hasegawa-san, I..."

Nagasaki understood immediately, her teary eyes staring straight at him, looking as if she wanted to kneel down and beg.

"Stop, this is within the scope of the commission, there's no need for such a grand gesture."

Hanase Izumi raised her right hand, using her spiritual power to prevent the other party from kneeling.

"I can have Wakaba temporarily leave this area by 'possessing' me, as for the appropriate occasion..."

He paused for a moment.

"Cultural Festival!"