[Ghost Slayer: Blade] My big move is locked!

"thump--!"

There was a pain in the back of my head, and the dull sound of a landing accompanied by the dull pain in my head and buttocks gradually made me conscious.

I lay on the ground, staring blankly at the white ceiling, then sat up with the ground on my back, and looked straight at my messy desk, where there was an electronic alarm clock: 05:52.

I was in a daze for a while, then I reached out and touched my face, the corners of my eyes were wet, and I moved my eyes to the pillow again, although it was a little dry, I could not help but see that the fabric there was a bit darker than other places .

I can guarantee that I have never drooled in my sleep, but it is even more unbelievable that I would cry because of a dream that is now somewhat vague in retrospect.

In the dream, I seem to be in a magical background similar to the Taisho era. I am a swordsman who kills ghosts, and I belong to a ghost-killing organization. Then there is a master who looks exactly like my current master and has the same name. ...Then she seemed to be dead, I killed her...and then...what happened?Hiss, I don't quite remember.

I rubbed my sore buttocks, stood up from the ground and crawled back to bed to think silently. I always felt that this dream was not simple.

Although as an onmyoji who is in the internship period, I can't say that he is very powerful, but he already has some spiritual power, and with the help of a professional master, he has almost understood most of the relevant knowledge.And I, who stepped into the spiritual world, would actually have this kind of dream, there must be some omen, and it may be related to Master, I have to pay attention to it, otherwise this is not professional!

Wait a minute, I seem to remember something. Master took me to this town called Ghost Slayer Town half a month ago, and to test me, let me enter a school with the same name to facilitate investigation.

Yes, I remembered. In the first half month, we did receive an order. It is said that some young girls disappeared in this town. The kidnapping incident, but in fact, some data show that there will be some strange traces left at the scene of the missing girl. The spiritual power there is very chaotic, and all evidence points to non-human crimes.

Then Master's colleague, my senior whom I have never met, wrote a letter requesting that because I don't have enough manpower here alone, so I came to ask us for help.

And I chose to enter this school, firstly because most of the missing girls are students of that school; secondly, my age is more appropriate, and it is easier to integrate into the investigation without being suspected.

If this matter can be clarified and a result can be obtained, it is possible for me to pass the internship period and officially become a qualified and certified modern onmyoji!

Alas!Just thinking about it makes me a little excited!

When I got excited, I couldn't fall asleep. I rolled on the bed for a while, and then I got up to organize my new school uniform, schoolbag, textbooks and other things. Salt of Light and a few spells.

Ordinary salt is not enough. It is necessary to use salt with high strength spiritual power to dispel ordinary evil spirits. If it is higher than that, I cannot handle it with my limited spiritual power and experience. The powerful Onmyoji made a move. (such as my master and that senior)

My job is to investigate and collect clues, and sometimes I am also responsible for helping to deliver props to the scene and so on. In short, we still have an unwritten rule in this line of work: no matter what, we must not let ordinary people know everything about us Even if you let him know about the matter with ghosts, you must find a way to hide it.

After I finished packing, it was past six o'clock, and the school started at seven o'clock, so I still had time to have breakfast and make breakfast for Master by the way.

These years of life experience have made me understand that if I don’t cook by myself, I will either starve to death or be poisoned to death sooner or later depending on my master, so knowing how to cook is the most basic life skill if I want to survive.

Thinking about it this way, it is not easy for me to live to this age, and I am inexplicably sad and proud.

After making two sandwiches and warming up two cups of milk, I sat at the table and slowly ate my own, and put away Master's.

I didn't go to wake Master up. She didn't come back all day yesterday and came back at midnight. According to the past practice, I think she should go to say hello to the senior who entrusted us. As for why it was in the middle of the night, I don't understand. Anyway, she won't let me ask, so I don't care.

I sometimes feel that our job is really hard. Although we make a lot of money, it is easy to lose our lives. What we do is on the verge of extreme danger. We don’t get distracted from anything. We have to do it before we start doing things. Very well prepared, but also very easy to offend people or spirits.

This reminded me of the fear of being dominated by the police before, and I couldn't help shaking.

After I finished eating, I left a note for Master and went to school alone.

I heard that the seniors also work in this school, but I don't know if it is a man or a woman, and what is their age?In our line of work, being older does not mean that you are a senior. You must have experience and achievements to be called a senior by a latecomer.

While thinking, I walked to the new school.

I am very fortunate that my home is close to the school, and I can walk to the school in more than ten minutes, which is really very convenient.

I began to subconsciously observe the students coming and going and the surrounding environment. Those students seemed not to be affected by the disappearance case, and they still had youthful smiles on their faces, chatting and laughing happily with their companions. Because I believe in the ability of the local police to solve the case, or the impact of this case in the local area is not as great as I imagined.

Then I saw a blond boy with a sad face, holding a booklet, standing at the door to check his appearance.

That should be a disciplinary committee member, but I don't know why he showed this expression, and I also think he looks familiar, I don't know where I have seen it before, and I can't remember it for a while.

When I walked into the school gate, he glanced at me, and then he thought about it with a puzzled expression.

I suddenly felt a jump in my heart, and stopped inexplicably, rationally urging myself to go to the teacher's office to find the head teacher of the corresponding class to report, and then wait for the teacher to lead me to the classroom to introduce to the students...

but……

My instincts are right!

It made me stand still and not move.

Immediately afterwards, I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

At this time, my eyelids jumped up, and then I quickly turned around and reached out to catch the person who bumped into me.

Although I was prepared, I was knocked back a few steps and almost fell.

"No, I'm very sorry!... I accidentally bumped into you, are you okay?"

This crimson-haired boy was panting with his head bowed, and there was a very obvious scar on his forehead. He was holding my hand with sweat profusely, and his tone was full of sincere apology.

"..." I opened my mouth, and squeezed my fingers tightly on his sleeve in a daze.

His appearance gradually coincided with a certain fuzzy-faced teenager in my dream, so I was very rude, and I asked him something like an old-fashioned accost: "Excuse me, have I met you somewhere?"

The author has something to say: I made up everything about Onmyoji, please don't believe it!And the setting of this article is that Brother Yu and Master, who have some Taisho memories, are wild onmyojis. Although they are certified and famous, they do not have strong and deep family support. Coupled with the development of modern society, everyone does not believe in these things anymore. So I can only wander around (not) take orders and ask for a living like this x