Chapter 34
It had been a little over ten years since ghosts and vengeful spirits began resurfacing for reasons no one could fully explain — a resurgence of spiritual energy that sometimes felt like the old Night Parade of One Hundred Demons was trying to re-form.
Kaguya paused as she wrote this into her diary, adding the phrase "Mysterious Person?" beside the entry.
Could the arrival of the Mysterious Person — the diary that appeared in so many hands half a month ago — and the renewed surge of spirits all be connected?
She thought of her father. As head of the Shinomiya family, how much did he and her brothers already know? Tonight's findings would soon reach the main household in Kyoto; their reaction might reveal more than any private investigation.
Kaguya pressed Kamubo for details, making sure the fortune-teller hadn't been lying. Once reassured, she asked the old woman a crucial question: could Miko and the others be trained as exorcists, and would Kamubo serve as a temporary instructor?
Kamubo understood what temporary meant — and, surprisingly, she agreed. She didn't even ask for payment. Her pride and age told her she was no longer powerful, but if the Shinomiya offered shelter and a few days of purpose, an old woman could accept that. Perhaps a little time teaching would buy her a respectable retirement fund and make village life sweeter than stubbornly clinging to a failing shop.
Kaguya arranged lodging for Kamubo nearby and organized transport for Miko. Then she calmly posted a summary to the group chat: a clear initiative — they now had leads on curse users, vengeful spirits, and the risk that the Night Parade might return. The diary club would have to change its approach; these truths mattered.
Even without a new diary update that night, the revelations left a heavy impression on the members — and one person in particular took note.
Renji Miyauchi, who had spent the day shadowing the girls from a distance, had heard enough through mentions of his name from Utaha and Kaguya to piece together most of the facts: Mihana Town as a hub for vengeful spirits; the existence of curse users and their Cursed Spirit Headquarters; and a spiritual resurgence that began a little over ten years ago.
Renji rubbed his chin. The timing of the resurgence lines up with when I transmigrated here, he mused aloud, then fished Jerry out from Jerry's nook. "What do you think, Jerry?"
Jerry, busy nibbling a snack, chirped agreement like a dutiful aide. Renji nodded slowly. "There's something fishy. Maybe I wasn't sent here just to lark about. Is this world pushing me to be a savior?"
It was the kind of melodramatic thought those spiritual-resurgence novels loved — the protagonist destined to wield power at the world's turning. Renji had entertained grand fantasies: build influence and a harem, bide his time, then step up when the Night Parade reappeared and take the spotlight. He imagined himself riding into the chaos with a dramatic gadget and stunning the yokai leader into submission.
Then he laughed and shook his head. That fantasy was absurd — he was a cringe-video creator, not a legendary hero. For now he had more immediate concerns: if Mihana Town really was a cluster of high-level vengeful spirits, then why hadn't he seen any since he'd moved here? Had his presence cleansed it? Was he, by accident, making that whole district safer?
If so, fame — and awards from the Cursed Spirit Headquarters — might follow. Even Conan might bow to him someday. With that pleasant daydream in mind, Renji decided he should tidy up his cover story and diary entry for the next day.
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It was Sunday, but Renji rose early anyway. He'd arranged to meet Koshigaya Takeru — the kid who made furniture models — to fetch props Jerry could use. He tidied the mansion, stowed anything embarrassing in the underground, and set Jerry up with a phone and snacks so the little creature wouldn't pick up bad online habits while he worked.
Koshigaya arrived by midmorning with an array of models. Though Renji's mansion in Tokyo remained a secret to most of Asahigaoka Village, his longtime collaborators Takeru and Kagayama Kaede knew. Takeru's respect deepened when he saw the luxurious estate; he half-joked that Renji must have other secret income streams.
Renji welcomed the praise and gave a grand tour, then the three ate and discussed projects: a low-budget TV drama Renji had once scripted — The Brave Man Challenges the Demon Castle — with modest cost and big meme potential. If it succeeded, the payoff would be far larger than their current income. Preparations were already underway.
Over lunch Renji thought of Dr. Agasa next door. The inventor had a reputation for clever black tech; Renji suspected that Dr. Agasa's Pure Yang Body repelled malevolent spirits — which might explain why Renji hadn't bumped into many phantoms around his home. Conan, who stopped by Dr. Agasa's after school, kept his distance from Renji, clearly wary of being dragged into internet stunts — and Renji preferred it that way.
After lunch Renji invited Takeru to visit Dr. Agasa, bearing surplus food as an excuse. The two boys — Takeru's engineering pragmatism and Agasa's tinkering genius — clicked. Agasa showed the workshop and, impressed by Takeru's competence, exchanged contact information and offered mentorship. Takeru left with a potential teacher; Agasa gained a promising apprentice; Renji earned good will from both.
That evening, after seeing Takeru off and coaxing Jerry out to test its new furniture, Renji settled down to write in his diary — the practical, self-preserving kind of entry.
He had learned a lot yesterday. From what he'd overheard, the Cursed Spirit Headquarters and other exorcists had not yet fixed their eyes on Mihana Town's change. Still, he couldn't be complacent. If the diary-holding girls began to suspect him of being anything other than an ordinary online joker, it would be prudent to cover his tracks.
He began to draft tomorrow's plan and a diary entry: a tidbit to reinforce his innocent persona, a few teasing remarks about Little Bocchi, and a warning couched in patronizing humor to Yotsuya Miko so she'd accept guidance rather than panic.
Renji's voice in the diary mixed mockery with oddly useful advice: vengeful spirits sometimes disguised themselves as ordinary children, prayer beads could help, and Kamubo — the fortune-teller — was more than a con artist; she had experience and might be trusted for now. He suggested Miko learn Ripple Breathing first, and hinted at rarer items — Eye Killers — that could suppress Yin–Yang Eyes, obtainable only from mysterious places like the Temple of Emptiness at a steep cost and even greater danger.
He noted the limits of Ripple: it raised life energy and repelled weaker spirits but did little against powerful entities. Mastering it without a cheat would take years. And yet, he wrote, he had an inkling of the Demon Slayer Corps' breathing techniques — another thread to consider.
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Renji set his pen down and smiled at the neat plan. He still had to check the next day's schedule and polish his online persona — and to make sure no one linked his actions to anything supernatural.
For now, he'd done enough scheming for one evening. He fed Jerry some snacks, checked the models, and fell asleep with one eye on the diary and the other on how best to keep his ordinary face in a world growing less ordinary by the hour.
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