The natural disaster was horrifying.
It was still extending outward.
It was still climbing upward, consuming the sky.
Soon, several brave officers from the Metropolitan Police Department, having signed confidential waivers and written their last wills, arrived near the perimeter of Sobu High School. They carried the latest high-definition camera equipment the department had to offer.
What they recorded was more substantial and oppressive than any special effects in a movie. The surging clouds made human power seem insignificant. The sight made the scalps of the senior officials watching from the Metropolitan Police Department explode with fear.
They finally understood what Grandma Mitsue meant by "Extraordinary Poison."
Suzuki Manor
At the same time, the Suzuki family received a call.
No. It wasn't an email from their distant relative, Sae Chabashira.
It was…
"The Metropolitan Police Department?"
In the magnificent manor, a man leaning on a cane—but still appearing strong and vigorous—was slightly surprised.
Shiro Suzuki.
As the head of the Suzuki Zaibatsu, this man was incredibly well-maintained. Despite being in his 50s, he looked younger than a middle-aged man in his 30s.
He pushed up his glasses. He was not alone in the manor; his think tank and trusted subordinates were gathered around him.
However, Shiro's cousin, Jirokichi Suzuki, was impatient.
"How is it? What did that woman say? Did she discover some new industry? Is it possible for us to get involved?"
As a senior executive of the Suzuki Zaibatsu, Jirokichi didn't take a distant relative like Sae Chabashira seriously. Even traditional noble families paid little attention to distant relatives, let alone a modern financial empire like the Suzuki Zaibatsu. To them, distant relatives were just slightly better than strangers—useful tools if needed, but otherwise irrelevant.
Shiro Suzuki, however, kept his composure.
He showed the email presented on his secure tablet to Jirokichi with interest.
Interesting.
Is the Metropolitan Police Department the entity behind the scenes stirring up trouble these days?
Since they are the ones causing the commotion, why would they take the initiative to show goodwill and actively pull me, Suzuki, into the game?
Yes. The tacit understanding between the powerful was simple.
"What are you waiting for? With the Metropolitan Police Department involved, it will definitely be profitable!"
Jirokichi threw the report onto the table dismissively.
"That woman was obviously useless. After all, someone caught her. So we have to be practical."
Sending people to test and interfere? Since his agent (Chabashira) had been detained by the Metropolitan Police Department, there was nothing to say. Since he had technically "lost" this round, Suzuki naturally had to give up some profits to join the table.
Therefore, Jirokichi raised two fingers with a pained look.
"Then we will suffer a little loss this time. We will only take 80%… no, 70% of the profits. We'll leave them 30%. That should be enough."
Arrogant. Brutal.
He was obviously late to the party, yet he insisted on taking 70% of the profits, acting as if leaving 30% was a generous concession.
This was the mindset of a Zaibatsu. This was the arrogance of the top dignitary in Japan.
In fact, if the other party wanted to take that 30%, they would have to kneel down and thank him for it. Because with the Suzuki Zaibatsu leading the charge, the project was guaranteed to succeed.
At that moment, a servant entered, presenting the latest projection equipment sent over by the Metropolitan Police Department as part of their "goodwill."
This made Shiro Suzuki curious.
What kind of gadget makes the MPD act so mysterious?
With the current size of the Suzuki Zaibatsu, most benefits were boring to him. Was it a primary industry resource? New technology?
No hurry.
He slowly sipped his tea. When you are old, patience is the most important virtue.
The servants moved quickly, setting up the equipment and projecting the live feed onto the massive screen in the manor's hall.
However…
"BOOM BOOM——!!!"
Outside the window, and inside the window—the thunder roared in unison.
The sound seemed to overflow from the screen. The oppressive feeling of facing a bloody natural disaster surged into their hearts instantly.
Smash!
Shiro Suzuki lost his grip on his teacup. It shattered on the floor.
Thud!
Jirokichi Suzuki couldn't sit still and fell off the sofa in shock.
"What… is that…?"
Shiro's eyes were confused, his mind overwhelmed.
The wild, chaotic sky. The Copper Pestle, roaring like a divine artifact in the center of the storm.
The camera shook violently as the terrified police officer filmed, maximizing the visceral horror of the scene.
It allowed Shiro Suzuki to experience the shocking power of the Extraordinary descending upon the world.
Sobu High School
[Thinking again and again, praying to the god who never sees the sun—]
[Thinking again and again, praying to the god who never sees the sun—]
[Thinking again and again, praying to the god who never sees the sun—]
Ancient. Majestic.
A hoarse, aged voice echoed faintly through the air.
In an instant, it spread out. Some people could hear it clearly; others could not. Those with spiritual affinity could vaguely hear the chant, while the ignorant heard only the wind.
"BOOM————!!!"
Earthquake!
Earthquake!!
The earth seemed to be ravaged by an invisible giant. The ground shook with the force of a magnitude 5 or 6 earthquake.
The aftershocks spread far and wide.
So far that Shiro Suzuki, in his manor, felt his scalp tingle.
So far that the high-ranking officials of the Metropolitan Police Department felt their hands and feet turn cold.
So far that various landlords and religious forces shouted the name of Grandma Mitsue.
Old Baby!
Hold on! You must hold on!!
However, the Great Onmyoji, Kyoaki Hashimoto, who was closest to the scene, was so shocked that he was speechless.
He was completely dazed.
Because he had sensed something unusual.
A Pentagram was faintly visible in the clouds sweeping across the world.
A Pentagram?
Hashimoto took a step back, his heart trembling.
The meaning of the Pentagram (The Seiman) in Japan is unique. It represents two specific "people."
One is Abe no Seimei, known as the strongest Onmyoji in history.
The other is someone said to be his rival—someone who might have even surpassed him in dark arts.
"Master… Doman…"
"What… what?"
Haruno Yukinoshita shouted, unable to hear clearly.
The wind pressed her hair against her ears, and the roaring storm drowned out many sounds. But she could see the shock in Hashimoto's eyes.
It was truly terrifying over there.
In the distance, Grandma Mitsue was shouting, holding a ritual banner.
The sight of an extraordinary person facing a natural disaster head-on allowed Haruno and the others to see the truth.
She was resisting something.
She was stopping something from surfacing.
The obscure, suffocating sounds of collision rang out continuously. It was a fierce confrontation between Grandma Mitsue and an unknown existence.
This gave everyone a more intuitive impression of the Extraordinary: Mortals can't even see it clearly. If they try to intervene, they will be turned to ash in an instant.
But then, the vision became clear to everyone.
A majestic, ancient city appeared vaguely in the sky, like a mirage.
And everyone who saw it couldn't help but think of a chilling name.
"The Evil Spirit Left Ministry…"
Goosebumps erupted on Kyoaki Hashimoto's skin. He retreated again and again, stumbling in fear.
He murmured the name in his heart.
It was confirmed.
The one making the move was indeed an ancestor of the Onmyoji lineage.
But this ancestor was a person that the younger generations feared resurrecting. Even if he tried to rise from his grave, they would try to hold down the coffin lid with all their might.
Because of the name widely circulated in folklore—
Ashiya Doman.
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