To be honest, I was careless.
This is because I did not think that I would find a link with the original at such a timing.
However, since he found out that the ghost in front of him had something to do with Sakamoto, the protagonist of this world, he couldn’t let it go.
Judging from the information given so far, it is highly likely that he has a very important role in the story.
After I finished judging the situation, I asked the ghost who was still struggling under the ground.
“Do you know the name of Ryuji Sakamoto?”
As soon as he heard those words, the girl’s ghost stopped moving.
Then he asked in a trembling voice.
“… Who are you? How do you know that name?”
“I’ll just say that I know him well.”
“Come on, answer me!”
“Ugh!”
Again, that’s the power.
No matter how hard I tried, my body didn’t move, as if trapped in solid ice.
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Meanwhile, she got out from under her body and swung her right hand, grabbing the picture that was in my hand.
Ice sprang out from all sides of the room, trying to bind my limbs.
But, perhaps because of the amount of yang that he wore on his body each time, the ice just evaporated in an instant, spewing out white water vapor.
「ね! this!”
Perhaps there was an itch, the girl’s ghost clenched her teeth.
A white blizzard blows in the room.
In a truly overwhelming yin, my hands and feet started to freeze for the first time after taking the red pill.
About five seconds later, when she reached out to subdue her with her body that began to move again, she stepped back and exhaled white breath.
The white castle that immediately covered the right arm.
It felt like it was frozen to the bone.
With a cold expression on her face, she asked, sticking her fingernails at me, who was unable to move because of the ice.
“Answer me! How do you know Ryuji’s name?!”
“Kim Yoosung!”
“I’m fine. So give me a moment. Senior.”
After calming Fuuma-senpai, who seems to be running to save me at any moment, I looked at the ghost of the girl in front of me.
White hair and blue eyes.
It’s a color combination that doesn’t normally come out, so why didn’t I notice it?
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Maybe it was because of my preconceived notion of being a monster.
After taking a moment to catch my breath, I answered her question.
“To tell the truth, Ryuji Sakamoto is a classmate of mine.”
“……”
“I had no idea it had anything to do with you, but I figured it out just by looking at the picture. As far as I know, he’s the only one with orange, ragged hair.”
“Then why did you come here?”
“You seem to have been misunderstood by people as a youkai because you have so much power. Isn’t this the first time people have visited this mansion?”
Then the girl ghost hesitated and then nodded.
“I’ve kicked out a few people before.”
“That’s what we’re here for.”
“… … .”
Perhaps it was then that he realized the precedence of everything, and the girl’s ghost was silent.
And then he mumbled out of nowhere.
“It’s like an idiot.”
The blizzard in the room stops.
The ice that covered my arms and legs melted in an instant.
I asked, turning my wrist, which was still cold.
“Why did you suddenly change your mind?”
Then the girl ghost answered.
“I just felt like everything was boring. That’s it.”
Saying so, she sat down on the bed.
“Get out of the house right now. Then I will forgive you for this.”
I realized that the ghost in front of me was quite dishonest.
To put it bluntly, what does it feel like to be tsundere?
“Are you okay? Kim Yoo-seong?”
“Yes. Maybe it’s because of the drug, so there aren’t any major injuries. How about a senior like that?”
“I don’t have any major injuries except for my ribs went out earlier.”
“…that alone sounds like a big wound already?”
This person, the standard of a big wound is strange.
Anyway, we didn’t feel like fighting anymore, so we decided to go back to Iman Village.
Although he failed to subdue the snow woman, his initial goal, there was no reason to fight any more than he knew from the beginning that he was an ordinary ghost, not a monster.
As I was about to leave the room thinking that I had a bad aftertaste because I felt like an uninvited guest who suddenly broke into the house of someone who was living alone, I asked what came to my mind.
“Would you like to come with us?”
“What?”
The girl’s eyes wide open.
Fuuma-senpai, who was next to him, was equally perplexed.
But I said nonchalantly.
“Even if you’re here anyway, you’re in the grip of Ji Park-ryeong. If you’re left in this world because you have some regrets, wouldn’t it be better to go up to Tokyo rather than a place like this where no one visits?”
If you’re waiting for someone, it’s much faster to go there first.
“… … great.”
The girl ghost answered after silence.
“I will follow you. What should I do?”
After hearing those words, I looked at Fuuma-senpai who was next to me.
“What should I do? Senior?”
Then, Fuuma-senpai touched his forehead as if in pain.
“When you go back to town, how are you going to explain this situation to me…”
I’m really sorry about that part.
***
The conclusion was simple.
Using the girl’s ghost as my shikigami, or possessing it in my body.
However, I chose the latter because it is said that there are many risks in using a soul that must one day attain Buddhahood as a shikigami.
“All of this is possible because you are. Kim Yoo-seong. Originally, it would be impossible.”
“Yeah. I know.”
As Fuuma-senpai said, this guy has a yin that a normal human body can’t handle.
The senior guessed that he probably had a peculiar constitution called Gueumjeolmaek (九陰絶脈) during his lifetime.
Unlike extreme yang retardation, which does not cause any major damage to the owner’s body, Gueumjeolmaek is said to be like an incurable disease in which the yin qi in the body suppresses the yang qi and shortens it with age.
There is no way that ordinary people can accept the yin enough to cause death, but fortunately, I am the owner of the extreme yang, so it doesn’t seem to matter.
In the end, it is said that a large yin qi is overpowered by a larger yang qi.
“I feel like my body has become lighter.”
As the ghost girl murmured and looked around her body, Fuuma-senpai said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Of course. Originally, you were tied to this mansion, so you must have had a strong reluctance to get out of this mansion.
「Huh~」
The girl ghost nodded her head as she snorted like that.
“Then we’ll go back to the village soon. If it’s late, I don’t think we’ll even be able to eat dinner.”
“Is that so?”
To my suggestion, Fuuma-senpai nodded and started going down the stairs in the lead.
I followed Fuuma-senpai’s back and asked as I went down the stairs.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“me? Why?”
“You can’t keep calling me ‘hey’ or ‘you’ like now.”
Then the girl ghost floating behind her back said with a carefree expression.
“I forgot the name.”
“What?”
When I asked if that sounded like some kind of fat, the girl ghost said something a little unfair.
“Really. When I first opened my eyes, all I could remember was the faces and names of the people I loved.”
Guess I’ll have to give it a nickname.
I shifted my gaze to the ghostly white hair.
“How about Shiro?”
“That sounds like a dog name.”
“Then Shirogane?”
“… I’ll just build it myself.”
It seems that my naming sense was not good enough.
She put her arms behind my back and thought for a moment, then said.
“Saya, call me Saya from now on.”
She said so and smiled slightly.
***
After returning to the village, we reported the results to Fuuma-senpai’s grandfather.
“After all, the one in the mansion wasn’t the Snow Nyeo.”
“Yes. Grandpa.”
As Fuuma-senpai prostrated and said that, Fuuma-senpai’s grandfather, who was silent for a moment, looked at Saya floating behind me.
“I’m sorry that I misunderstood and sent someone. I will apologize on behalf of everyone in the village.”
“I don’t really care. Because everyone was weak anyway.”
“Well.”
Perhaps it was a painful word, Fuuma-senpai’s grandfather, who closed his eyes with a sad expression, immediately raised his head and spoke.
“This mission was entirely a mistake on the part of our village. But nevertheless, it was the duty of a person to repay him for completing the mission splendidly.”
As Fuuma-senpai’s grandfather said so, he suddenly picked up the tatami mat next to him.
“grandfather!”
Fuuma-senpai had a surprised expression on his face when he saw that.
“This is a book that explains our family’s arcane martial art, Windfury Trust. I’ll give you three days, so if you want to steal the contents, take a peek.”
I politely handed the book Fuma-senpai’s grandfather gave me with both hands.
“thank you.”
The fatigue accumulated throughout the day seemed to go away just by reading this book.