Chapter 344
344 – [OVA] Exorcist Ninja Kim Yoo-Seong
[Stop it!]
The samurai ghost, who had been beaten by me for a long time, spoke urgently with his eyes wide open.
[Okay! Because I got it! Because I will never approach Asami-chan again!]
Then Fuma senior, who was watching from the side, said as if he was dumbfounded.
“I naturally call him ‘chan.'”
I agreed with that.
“He’s quite a sly snake.”
Then Mr. Miura, who could not see the ghost, heard our conversation and asked with a puzzled expression.
“Huh? What did the ghost say just now?”
“I called Miura-san Asami-chan.”
“Huh? I feel bad.”
[Kaaak!]
A samurai ghost lowering its head with a hurt expression.
It looks like a ghost who died quite a long time ago, but the unpopular man’s sadness seems to be the same now as it was in the past.
Senior Fuma asked me if it was difficult to watch that scene.
“Then Kim Yoo-seong, how about starting the ceremony soon?”
“Oh, I guess so.”
Then Mr. Miura, who was next to me, asked with a curious expression.
“How is the ritual performed?”
Then, expert Fuma senior took out a brush and portable ink from her arms and said.
“Usually, if you are Christian, you use hymns, if you are Buddhist, you use Buddhist scriptures, and if you are Shinto, you use ritual tools and incantations to the gods.”
“Then what about Mr. Fuma and the man over here?”
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“In our case, we mainly use esoteric Buddhism teachings.”
“Ah…”
Even while explaining the ritual process to his client, Mr. Miura, Mr. Fuma did not stop writing the sermon on my forearm.
Should I say that he is a professional exorcist who has been active since high school?
Literally, the skill level is different.
“It’s all over.”
Saying that, Fuma-senpai put the brush and ink back into his arms and looked at me.
I nodded and tied the prayer beads again over the sermon I had just written.
Then, he asked the samurai ghost, who was bowing his head, if he had still not recovered from the mental shock.
“Now it’s time to attain Buddhahood. Any last words?”
Then the samurai ghost muttered.
[… ] ] Do it.]
“What?”
That was the moment when I took a step forward in order to properly hear what he was saying.
[I am so sorry!!!]
Kwaaa!!
“What!”
Suddenly, an overwhelming spiritual power spreads around the body of the samurai ghost who raises his head.
“aaah!”
When his client his his his, Mr. Miura, was blown backwards by the resulting wind pressure, Senior Fuma hurriedly grabbed his arm.
“Are you okay?!”
“I’m fine! Rather than a ghost!”
After hearing what Fuma-senpai said, I quickly turned my head.
A samurai ghost who was stuck in the wall just a moment ago and couldn’t even move.
However, due to the spiritual power suddenly erupting from his body, the shuriken fell in the wall and he regained his freedom.
[Geouuh-]
A samurai ghost slowly coming out of the wall, making a zombie-like sound.
Unlike the dazed look he showed just a moment ago, I felt a great sense of intimidation from him.
Seeing that, Fuma-senpai swallowed his saliva and said.
“You mean I haven’t been in this world for a long time because of my form?”
That’s what I heard and saw.
In general, the longer a ghost has been dead, the stronger its power becomes.
In the case of Chiaki, who was born with extreme yin, he had the spiritual power of a great youkai even though he had been dead for only a few years, but this was purely a ghost that was hundreds of years old.
At that time, the samurai ghost seemed to have come to its senses and looked at me with bloody tears.
[I can’t forgive… You who have a girlfriend won’t understand how an unpopular guy like me feels.]
As he said that, he glanced at Senior Fuma next to him and started to get even more angry.
[Even more so if you have a girlfriend who is willing to wear such a straight and s*xy ninja outfit! A sympathy like mine would seem worthless!]
It was only then that I realized why this samurai ghost could not attain Buddhahood even after death.
“No way, you’re a bachelor ghost.”
[Okay!! It’s a bachelor ghost!! I’m a bachelor, did you give me anything!!]
“aaah!”
The samurai ghost is now angry, radiating overwhelming spiritual power from his entire body.
Regardless of whether it was right or wrong, it was truly sad to have regrets about him dying as a virgin, but as a person who had been commissioned, I couldn’t leave him like this.
“Seuuu-“
Until now, I have refrained from doing this because I have a client, but I am starting to raise the energy in my body in earnest.
Then, an orange haze creeps up from the whole body.
However, the samurai ghost, whose eyes had already rolled back, did not take a single step back when he saw Yang Ki, who was his natural enemy, in front of him.
Now, a poltergeist phenomenon has occurred, with objects in the house shaking and floating in the air.
“Senior!”
“Got it!”
Senpai Fuma, who realized what I wanted to say without saying anything, jumped out of her window while holding her client, Mr. Miura.
[Even if I go, I will stick a knife in your stomach and kill you!]
A samurai ghost shouting like that and pulling out a Japanese sword out of empty air.
When I saw that, I tensed the muscles of my whole body.
A 1:1 real sword battle taking place in a narrow space of four and a half tatami mats.
I quietly formed both hands into the shape of a sword.
‘Fuma-ryu Assassination Fist Secret – Kamaitachi (鎌鼬)’
Eventually, it was the samurai ghost that moved first.
[Die!!]
I don’t know the exact school, but it seems like it was probably influenced by the Japanese style that was popular during the Edo period.
Unlike revealing a woman, the skills she built up through hard work during her lifetime did not fade even after her death.
“Seup-“
In a critical moment where every hair on my body seemed to stand on end, I calmly assessed the situation and took a step forward.
‘It’s obvious.’
The trajectory of the sword extending from the left shoulder to the right side.
At the same time as he deflects the nose of the sword with his right hand, he steps forward and digs a little further forward.
‘The stab is like a sharp spear.’
In a split-second, recalling the techniques of Eight Pole Fist that I had learned from Mei Ling, I hit the gap between the armor and the helmet accurately with my hand blade, and asked while looking indifferently at the ghost of a samurai whose neck had been pierced by a sword.
“Is this the end?”
Then the samurai ghost nodded and dropped the sword he was holding.
[It is my defeat.]
“Well… Even if you’re not in this world, you’ll be able to meet a better woman if you go to the Nether.”
I said that, pulled out my hands, and put my hands together in front of the samurai ghost, who turned into light dust and disappeared.
“May you live in paradise.”
Then the samurai ghost laughed and muttered.
[Thank you.]
***
After everything was over and we had been paid by Mr. Miura, we returned to the Ninja Cafe and told the story of what happened today.
“A 300-year-old samurai bachelor’s ghost, it’s a scary combination just hearing it…”
As Hyoneko mumbled and put the pickled vegetables in her mouth, Fuma-senpai, who was eating quietly next to her, chimed in.
“Honestly, it was a fairly high-level opponent compared to the money I received, but it was a mistake on our part, so we couldn’t help it. If Kim Yu-sung hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known that the real culprit was out there.”
After hearing that, Kaori asked me.
“How did you know that Yoosung was the real culprit?”
When the gaze suddenly fell on me, I smiled shyly and answered.
“I thought it was a very convenient development for a fake criminal to appear just when we visited. It was as if someone had planned it.”
“Ah, this is a guy with a man’s senses.”
“You mean that one that appears a lot in detective dramas?”
“Oh, by the way, did you know that the new season of Dancing Master Susaen recently started? This time, my co-star is Cho Ikemen!”
The two people chat for a while and then suddenly fall into a conversation about a detective drama.
It was just as noisy as usual, so I smiled bitterly and put the side dish I had picked up with chopsticks into my mouth.
***
“Thank you for your hard work!”
“See you tomorrow!”
Asobi Ninja Cafe closes at 8pm.
At this time, foreign tourists, the main target group, do not come to Akihabara, and most stores take last orders, so we adjusted accordingly.
Locking the store door and going home from work.
Me and Fuma-senpai, dressed in casual clothes, stopped by the supermarket on the way home and bought a lot of snacks for dinner.
If you successfully complete a task, would you say it’s like a reward you give yourself?
That’s roughly it.
“Oh, chicken skewers are on sale.”
“It’s a small quantity, so let’s put it in 3 packs.”
“The jumbo gyoza lunch box is only 300 yen.”
“3 packs of that too.”
“Oh! It’s a daily special hamburger?”
“It’s expensive, so just 2 packs.”
Unlike when he was in high school, Fuma now earns enough money, but he has an ingrained habit of saving and instinctively puts on the brakes when he is in a situation where he is about to overspend.
Thanks to this, the money coming in was overwhelmingly more than the money I was spending, so I felt like I wouldn’t have to worry about my old age after retirement.
We bought a lot of snacks and beer for the two of us and returned home. Since it was hot, we took a shower right away, sat in the living room, turned on the air conditioner, and got ready to drink.
Cheeeeek!
“Cheers!”
After a hard day, a sip of beer upon returning home.
“Big!”
What a fantastic taste.
After drinking half of the 500ml can of beer in one go, I put the chicken skewers I bought as a snack to my mouth.
The teriyaki sauce soaks deep into the meat, making it salty and perfect as a side dish for drinks or rice.
Unlike me, I asked Mr. Fuma, who was eating a jumbo gyoza lunch box instead of chicken skewers after quenching his thirst with beer.
“How many requests did we make this month?”
Then Fuma-senpai answered while chewing gyoza with an indifferent expression.
“A total of 41 cases.”
“That’s almost 2 to 3 cases a day.”
“I don’t know how long this industry will be booming, so I need to earn while I can.”
As Fuma-senpai said that, she picked up the chicken skewers and asked as if something suddenly occurred to her.
“So, are you going to do it today?”
“Huh? What?”
“s*xual intercourse.”
“… Think about it.”
Then Senior Fuma looked thoughtful for a moment and then spoke.
“Actually, I brought my ninja uniform home today with the intention of washing it.”
“Huh? Ninja uniform?”
Fuma-senpai nodded and looked at me blankly.
“You can play like that if you want?”
Play like that? What kind of play?
“…”
I stopped thinking for a moment, but then nodded and said.
“Let’s do it.”
Honestly, men can’t stand this.
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