Chapter 175: The Unique Way to Use Spiritual Abilities, Debuting Idol "Mask"
Yoru didn't answer, but showed it through action.
"Let's go."
"Mmhmm."
Miko held Yoru's hand. On the way into the cinema, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and changed the original way of holding hands from palm-to-palm to interlocking fingers, a more intimate way of holding hands.
After entering the screening room, Miko first looked around everywhere, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Confirmation complete, no evil spirits or ghosts."
A rare joyful smile appeared on Miko's face. She tightly interlocked her fingers with Yoru's and sat down with him in the seats of the screening room.
"Just to mention first."
Looking at the slightly puzzled Miko, Yoru spoke with a chuckle.
"In screening rooms, there are usually cameras, the night vision kind. Don't do any weird things later."
Miko blushed upon hearing this, feeling both shy and angry.
"I... I am not that unsatisfied with desires, what are you thinking."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to control yourself."
"Don't be crazy here."
Just as Yoru and Miko were talking and laughing, waiting for the movie to start, they saw a group of male high school students dressed like delinquents, looking about the same age as the two, noisily entering the screening room.
"Hey, I say, why hasn't the movie started yet?"
"So slow."
"Can it be a bit faster?"
....
There wasn't any melodramatic plot like in TV dramas where hooligans come up to hit on the girlfriend.
But just them sitting there making noise made the few audiences in the screening room, including Miko, frown slightly.
"So annoying."
Having finally gotten a chance to watch a movie, only to be disturbed by such noise, Miko looked displeased. She gently patted the back of Yoru's hand and said softly.
"Wait for me a moment."
Yoru grabbed Miko.
"What do you want to do?"
"What to do... of course, tell them to keep quiet."
Yoru reminded: "Did you forget the incident with the train pervert when we first met?"
"Don't worry, it's different this time."
Miko looked full of confidence.
"The current me can knock them all down within five seconds!"
Yoru shook his head.
"Knock down is knock down, but if it causes a commotion, we won't be able to watch the movie."
Immediately after, Yoru added in an extremely serious tone.
"Moreover, fighting is not good."
Hearing this sentence, Miko began to doubt if she had auditory hallucinations.
Fighting is not good?
If someone else said this, it wouldn't be a problem.
But didn't you, Yoru yourself, slap the face of a boy from another class in the corridor of Sobu High under the public gaze?
And in junior high school, you had a criminal record for assault.
Now you actually give me a sentence, fighting is not good?
And even added a 'yo'?
"Miko, your vision is still too small."
Yoru patted Miko's shoulder, saying earnestly.
"In this world, violence is not the only path."
"Listen to me, do it like this..."
Yoru leaned close to Miko's ear and whispered some words.
The breath he exhaled blew on Miko's fair and tender earlobe, making Miko couldn't help blushing, a hesitant look appearing in her golden eyes.
"Is this... really okay? Can spiritual abilities... be used in this way?"
"Of course."
Yoru replied with a smile.
"How to use spiritual abilities depends entirely on our own thoughts. There's no need to add some rigid restrictions to ourselves."
Miko nodded seemingly understanding, thinking that actually makes sense.
"Then I'll try."
...
On the other side, that group of male high school students dressed like hooligans, even though they felt the disgusted gazes from around them, still made noise loudly on their own.
If there were no other audiences in the screening room, they actually wouldn't make such a racket.
In this world, there are just such people.
Only when making others uncomfortable do they feel comfortable.
Just like naive children who like to use deliberate bullying to attract the attention of girls they like.
Essentially, they are all childish means used to gain attention.
Just then, a clear and cold woman's voice came from behind them.
"Can you... be a bit quieter?"
"Ah?"
Hearing that someone actually dared to dissuade them, plus that woman's voice was soft and glutinous, one of the hooligans turned his head, looking impatient.
"So annoying, if you find it noisy, get out of...."
Just as he was halfway through speaking, he suddenly froze, his pupils dilating in shock.
"Hey, what are you looking at? Could it be she's very pre..."
Other companions saw his appearance and were about to joke, but saw the terrifying scene existing behind them.
A dozen eyeballs of various colors connected with dark red silk threads were dangling in the air at this moment. The gaze of every eyeball was tightly locked onto them.
"You... can see?"
"Gho... ghost!"
Hearing this word, endless resentment and killing intent suddenly appeared in those dozen eyeballs.
"You... can see!"
"Ghost ah!"
The hooligans were scared pale. Watching the increasingly approaching dozen eyeballs, they directly scrambled and rolled. Along the way, one even accidentally fell and knocked his nose bleeding, but they didn't dare to stay even a bit, quickly fleeing out of the screening room.
And in the eyes of the other people, this group of hooligans inexplicably started screaming, as if seeing something very terrifying, and then ran out.
Current young people...
Their mental state is worrying.
"Hahaha..."
At first, Miko was still covering her mouth and chuckling lightly.
After a few seconds, she really couldn't hold back and burst into laughter holding her belly. In her golden eyes, even tears of laughter came out.
"Hahaha, that was really too funny."
Miko wiped the corner of her eyes, a rare genuine smile appearing on her face, and said to Yoru beside her.
"Their courage is also too small~"
Yoru also replied with a smile.
"How is it, this method is not bad, right?"
"Mmhmm, very good, drove away the annoying guys."
Miko had a happy smile on her face. She looked down at the armrest blocking between the two, pursed her lips, blushed slightly, and said softly.
"Um... can you put the armrest up? I... I..."
Miko hesitated. Her mind suddenly remembered Rio telling her to be bolder, and finally made up her mind, saying in a voice as tiny as a mosquito's.
"I... want to hug your arm."
What answered her wasn't words.
But Yoru silently lifting the armrest blocking between the two.
Miko somewhat shyly hugged his arm, smiles emerging in her golden eyes.
Right now, she felt very happy.
....
Meanwhile, inside an abandoned building in Kyoto city.
"Come out!"
Yui struck an extremely handsome pose, flicked the non-existent hem of a coat with her left hand, reached out her right hand forward, looking and sounding fully Chunibyo, and softly murmured these two words.
Seeing her appearance, Mai and Rio looked at each other, then asked puzzledly in unison.
"What... are you doing?"
"Eh?"
Yui found her Soul True Body Kiyohime didn't appear as expected, looking adorkable and puzzled.
"The method to use Soul Manifestation... isn't it like this?"
"Of course not, who did you learn that from?"
"Isn't it this action every time Yoru uses it? I even recreated the lines and expression."
Rio took off her glasses, used a hair tie to tie her long gray curly hair into a high ponytail, and complained helplessly.
"We are doing exorcism, not a 'Mask' cosplay competition. It's not used like that. Watch closely, I will demonstrate for you once."
Rio slowly put the glasses in her hand into her coat pocket and murmured softly.
"Tear the disguise, Hone-Onna."
The moment the voice fell, Hone-Onna wearing a kimono emerged behind her.
"Little Rio, so cool..."
Yui slightly opened her mouth. Seeing Rio's valiant and heroic appearance, different from her usual science girl look, taking off her glasses and tying up a high ponytail, she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Rio blushed slightly, coughed twice lightly to cover up her embarrassment, and said faintly.
"Just like this, recite the words from your first awakening, then call out the Soul True Name, and you can summon the Soul True Body."
Mai beside her added.
"Of course, after you become proficient with the Soul Manifestation ability, you can also use the method of omitting the words and calling out the Soul True Name directly, just like this..."
Mai said softly.
"Ame-no-Uzume."
Similarly, the moment the voice fell, Ame-no-Uzume, wearing a pink sheer dress, graceful and enchanting, stirred up a breeze with a slightly sweet fragrance and appeared behind Mai.
"Mai-senpai... so cool!"
Facing Yui's praise, Mai smiled generously and said gently.
"As for the advanced uses of the Soul Manifestation ability, like turning into clothes, integrating with oneself, etc., wait until you let your Soul True Body devour enough evil spirits first, and then I'll teach you."
"Okay."
Watching Yui, Mai, and Rio talking about the usage of spiritual abilities, Menma just stood obediently not far away, looking at the sky outside, looking thoughtful, murmuring to herself.
"The ability to affect reality... with the mind..."
"If I could also do it..."
.....
Two hours later.
"Phew, this movie is quite good."
Miko looked like she wanted more, holding Yoru's hand and walking out of the screening room.
She felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
When terrifying scenes appeared on the screen, she could scream out loud to her heart's content like the other audiences, without needing to hide her fear at all.
"You think it's good..."
Yoru shook his head and smiled.
"For me, it was really a bit of torture."
"Eh? Torture? You think...."
A few traces of disappointment revealed in Miko's golden eyes, saying apologetically.
"You think... watching horror movies is very boring..."
"That's not it either."
Yoru gently pinched Miko's cheek, slightly squatted down, stared straight into the opponent's golden eyes, and executed his signature move again, straight ball attack.
"Being with you, doing anything won't be boring."
Miko blushed slightly, her eyes flickering, corners of her lips rising, gathered courage and nodded.
"I... me too, being with you, I won't feel bored, nor will I feel scared."
After a long while, when the other audiences coming out of the screening room had all left, Miko finally couldn't help asking curiously again.
"Then why did you say watching the movie was torture?"
"Miko, you still don't understand my feelings."
Yoru looked very emotional, replying seriously.
"Imagine, such delicious-looking food dangling in front of my eyes, but I actually can't eat it, can only watch eagerly. Isn't this torture?"
"Uh..."
Miko was speechless for a moment.
It has to be you.
Others watch horror movies, sweating profusely, nervous, scared, heart beating faster.
But you.
You watched yourself hungry?
.....
After leaving the cinema, Miko smiled.
"Since you are hungry, let's find a place to eat first?"
"That works, going to my house to eat works too."
Hearing the words "go to my house" coming from Yoru's mouth, a sudden inexplicable nervousness welled up in Miko's heart.
Go... or not go?
Wait a minute.
This is not a multiple-choice question at all.
Finally got a chance, of course I have to go!
"Then... then..."
Just as Miko was about to say go to Yoru's house, she suddenly saw a dense crowd gathered not far ahead on the street, looking very lively.
"Go take a look?"
"Mmhmm, let's go take a look."
Miko held Yoru's hand, and the two squeezed over together, wanting to see exactly what happened.
When getting closer, the scene catching her eye made Miko not know what to think, and even her expression became much more complicated.
She saw dozens of well-made figurines placed on the transparent glass shelves of a shop.
This was not rare.
Although the overall atmosphere of Kyoto city leaned towards simplicity and tradition, not as trendy as Tokyo, this was a shopping street after all, so there must be many goods young people liked.
Only...
Looking at those wearing black coats and pure black masks, depending on the style, some masks had white smile patterns, some were just pure black masks, and the hem of the coat was specially made to look like flowing burning flames. Miko looked at Yoru beside her with a complicated expression, lowering her voice.
"Um... you've been put up there."
Yoru pointed to a figurine wearing a pure white coat with pale gold patterns on the shelf and replied with a smile.
"You've been put up there too."
Miko examined carefully and murmured.
"Not just you and me, but also the few of them... have all been made into figurines too..."
Yoru nodded deeply in agreement.
"Mmhmm, don't say, they are made quite well."
He didn't deliberately lower his volume for this sentence. A person who looked like the boss at the door of the shop heard this "made quite well" and immediately replied enthusiastically.
"Young man, you have a very good eye."
"Let me tell you, although there are many making 'Mask' figurines in Kyoto now, the quality here is the best, and every time it's a limited release."
"Is that so..."
Yoru nodded noncommittally and smiled.
"Then is anyone buying?"
The boss waved his hand carelessly.
"Sigh, look at what you're saying. Although there might be leftovers of other styles, 'Mask' himself is sold out instantly every time."
Hearing this sentence, the corner of Miko's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.
Obviously.
She, Mai, and Rio were all counted into "other styles".
But thinking carefully, this was also very normal.
After the last TV live broadcast, plus the speech Yoru made that completely crushed the Teru Teru Bozu Killer's self-esteem, speaking forcefully and with extreme aggressiveness....
It was natural for "Mask" to have high popularity.
Who is the most popular idol in Kyoto city now?
It's "Mask"!
"Really don't say..."
The boss carefully examined Yoru, who was wearing black casual clothes with a tall and straight figure, and laughed carelessly.
"Your figure is very suitable for 'Mask' cosplay, and your appearance is handsome enough."
Speaking of this, he went back into the shop, took out a box, and handed it to Yoru.
"How about this, I'll give this 'Mask' figurine to you as a gift."
"Eh? Is this really okay? Too polite, right."
Watching Yoru saying words of decline while directly taking the box, Miko looked speechless.
Your words are very polite, but your actions are not slow at all.
"Sigh, what's this."
The boss looked very forthright.
"Anyway, the income from selling these figurines is all donated to the families of the victims in the Teru Teru Bozu Killer incident. It's not for making money. We hit it off today, giving you one is fine. Just support 'Mask' more in the future."
"Don't worry."
Yoru smiled and said softly.
"I am the number one fan of 'Mask'."
.....
Just as the boss said, within just a few minutes, the "Mask" figurines were sold out.
And to Miko's surprise, the one ranking second in sales wasn't her, nor Rio and Mai.
But a figurine made of a mysterious person she had never seen before, wearing gorgeous clothes like a white evening dress.
Regarding the fact that her image in operations was made into a figurine, Miko naturally felt a bit shameful, but it was also okay.
After all, judging from appearance, all members including "Mask" looked like males.
When making the figurines, they naturally used their disguised images as references.
"However, 'Mask's' popularity is really high."
Miko looked at Yoru beside her, covered her lips and chuckled.
"Having already become the hero of Kyoto, your popularity is high enough to debut as an idol, right?"
Yoru waved his hand, saying nonchalantly.
"It doesn't matter, I have no interest in this."
Just as the two were about to turn and leave, a petite figure wearing Heelys (roller shoes) sliding on the ground suddenly bumped headlong into Yoru's arms.
"Eh, ouch, ouch, ouch... sorry."
The girl wearing a black eyepatch, revealing only her left eye, had tears in her eyes, apologized softly to Yoru, then immediately looked at the boss standing at the door of the shop, looking very eager.
"Um... the 'Mask' figurine! I want to buy it!"