Chapter 2: Daydream
Chapter 2: Daydream
–Furuya-san. Furuya Haruhisa-san. Can you hear me?
A voice that sounded like a girl’s echoed in my head.
–It’s okay, I’m not anyone suspicious.
As if separated by a thick wall, her voice was distorted and the words were difficult to make out.
However, the earnestness in the sound of her voice was distracting and attracted my consciousness towards her direction. Her voice sounded closer than it had been a moment ago.
–Please Furuya-san, please do me a favor.
A favor?
–Yes, it’s very simple.
Well, if it’s within my ability.
–Really!? That’s a promise this time, alright!?
Sure.
–Thank you, Furuya-san.
The girl cleared her throat and then asked in a serious tone,
"So that we can manifest our true power… could you use your hands to make someone climax? It doesn’t matter who it is, it just needs to be for a moment?"
"Don’t screw with me!?"
I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"…huh?"
While shouting, I couldn’t remember at all who I was shouting at or what they had said that made me shout so loudly.
Ah, it happened again.
The mysterious dream that I have been regularly seeing ever since I got that troublesome curse.
As I fiddled with the silver crucifixes that hung from the bracelets on both of my wrists, feeling annoyed that I couldn’t remember the contents of the dream, the sound of giggles came from around me.
"…ah"
It took me a few seconds to grasp the situation with my head which was still half-asleep. It wasn’t until the teacher for "Modern History of Spirit Disasters" let out an exasperated sigh that I finally realized that I had been falling asleep in class. Oh, shit…
"Furuya. Are you aiming to have the worst grades not only for practical skills but also for classroom work?"
As the teacher spoke, in his hands was a talisman with the words "Delinquent Student Repeller" written on it so I hurriedly try to explain myself.
"No, you see… a guy in my dormitory blew up his own magic formation yesterday, so I couldn’t sleep last niiiiight!?"
Looked like there was no point in arguing any further.
Ignoring desperate excuse, the teacher threw a talisman at my chest. Powerless against the magic of my teacher who was a professional exorcist, my body became motionless, as if I was tied to a chair.
"Um, sir, I can’t take notes like this."
It might be effective in preventing me from falling asleep though, since I’m forced to sit with straight posture.
However, the teacher completely ignored my complaints and resumed class.
"Alright, let’s continue. The biggest spiritual disaster ever to occur in modern Japan took place two years ago and affected the entire Kanto area, commonly known as the Vanishing Underwear incident. Due to the extreme lack of information made public about this spirit disaster, many unsubstantiated rumors were spread, such as one claiming that a child had resolved the problem by himself. The effects of this…"
As the teacher wrote on the board, the rest of the students swiftly redirected their attention towards the lesson. Disciplinary measures verging on corporal punishment were not uncommon in this school.
"Good grief… a dangerous school as usual…"
I let out a small sigh while remaining bound to the chair.
Would I have been able to spend my time more leisurely if I had attended a normal school?
While indulging in such unproductive thoughts, I gazed at the details of the "Vanishing Underwear Incident" written on the board by my teacher with a bitter feeling.
The Tokyo Metropolitan School for Exorcists.
It was a training institute for exorcists, established to deal with frequently occurring spirit disasters.
A prestigious school that combined middle and high school, where gifted young people from all over the nation were gathered to compete daily to become professional exorcists.
The quality of its students was unsurpassed among several exorcist training institutions in Japan and many of its graduates were highly regarded as top professionals.
Its students were young talents who were going to responsible for future of the exorcism industry, budding heroes who were going to save people from evil spirits, monsters, and other spiritual disasters.
However, as with any prestigious school, dropouts existed… I myself am proof of that since in terms of my grades for exorcism, I am the lowest ranked student in the school.
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