Ryoshu was jolted awake suddenly, his consciousness snapping back to reality with a force that left him momentarily disoriented. His heart pounded in his chest as he took in his surroundings, the familiar sights of the classroom bringing a strange mix of comfort and confusion. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, casting an artificial glow over the rows of desks and the dull whiteboard at the front. He opened his eyes fully. Ryoshu noticed the students around him, their faces frozen in expressions of surprise and fear, clearly startled by his abrupt awakening. The room, previously filled with the quiet hum of conversations and the occasional rustle of papers, fell silent. Every pair of eyes turned to look at him, wide with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. Gradually, the students moved away, creating a wide berth around him as they continued their discussions in hushed tones at a safe distance."So, I'm back in the real world," Ryoshu thought, a sense of relief
"If we don't eliminate him right now, the ensuing disaster will be unimaginable."The weight of their words hung heavily in the air, the reality of the situation settling in like a cold, heavy fog. Ryoshu could sense the urgency and the gravity of their decision. The Purification Squad was not known for their leniency or hesitation; their duty was clear, and they would execute it without mercy. Their mission was absolute, driven by a belief in their divine purpose.As the Purification Squad began to channel their Holy Power, the room seemed to grow colder, the light dimming as if recoiling from the dark energy emanating from Ryoshu. The chants of the Squad rose in a harmonious yet haunting melody, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that had fallen over the room. The air crackled with energy, the holy and the profane clashing in a battle of wills.The students watched in fear and fascination, aware they had witnessed something extraordinary and perilous. Some clung to each ot
"It's not that there isn't a way to save that innocent boy, but the discovery of a cure for demonic possession is still a distant hope. The process of finding such a remedy is incredibly complex and arduous, requiring not only extensive research but also divine intervention. The boy's fate, like many others, hangs in the balance as scholars and holy men work tirelessly to find a solution.Something extraordinary occurred as the priest softly chanted ancient incantations under his breath. The individual who was on the brink of being consumed by the demonic forces, along with the members of the Purge Squad, suddenly vanished into thin air. It was as if they were never there, leaving behind an eerie silence and bewilderment among the onlookers.'Oh! They've disappeared now!' one of the spectators exclaimed, eyes wide with astonishment.'They've teleported back to their base to continue their work, of course,' another person replied calmly, as though this was routine for them.'What you
He pondered over his mission. The room grew quieter, the flickering light casting long, wavering shadows. The air was thick with anticipation, each breath he took grounding him in the reality of his choices. Ryoshu knew the journey ahead would be filled with hardships, but his resolve was unwavering.He walked over to the window and gazed out into the night. The moon cast a pale glow over the landscape, illuminating the quiet campus. The tranquility of the scene contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside him. He thought about the boy again, about all the innocent lives at stake. The thought of their suffering fueled his determination.'This is the calm before the storm,' Ryoshu mused, his breath fogging up the glass. 'I must be ready for what's to come.'With newfound resolve, Ryoshu turned away from the window and began to prepare. He gathered his books, filled with ancient spells and knowledge, and reviewed his training notes. Every chant, and every technique needed to be perfected.
Katia and Alan stood next to the blue-haired boy, their eyes narrowed with suspicion. The trio formed an unlikely tableau, the air thick with unspoken questions and doubts. Katia's brow furrowed as she tried to piece together the mystery, while Alan's arms were crossed defensively, his stance mirroring his mistrust."Well... I hid on top of your plane," the blue-haired boy began, his voice steady but low. His name was Ryoshu, and he spoke with a calmness that seemed out of place, given the tension. "I used an invisibility item, and since I don't have Mana, the teacher probably didn't detect me. None of you noticed me up there either, did you?"Katia and Alan exchanged bewildered glances, their confusion deepening. The explanation seemed too simple, too convenient. Just as they were about to voice their doubts, Haruki stepped forward. His presence had a calming effect, and he scrutinized Ryoshu with skepticism and hope."Oh... I see now," Haruki said, his shoulders relaxing visibly
The voice was both a reminder of his precarious situation and a challenge he knew he would have to face head-on. It was a voice that belonged to someone who could potentially unravel all his carefully laid plans. He clenched his fists subtly, preparing himself for whatever confrontation awaited him. The stakes were high, and he knew he couldn't afford to let his guard down, not even for a moment.As the seconds ticked by, the tension in the air grew thicker, and Ryoshu steeled himself for the conversation about unfolding. His muscles tensed, ready to act, but his face remained calm and expressionless. He knew that showing any sign of weakness or anxiety could give away more than he intended.Finally, he spotted the source of the voice—a figure stepping out from the shadows, their face partially obscured but unmistakably familiar. His eyes locked onto theirs, and time seemed to stand still momentarily. Ryoshu could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, but he refuse
However, Ryoshu was not one to be easily outdone. The moment he saw an opportunity, he swiftly moved to escape. His quick and calculated actions reflect his determination to avoid further confrontation. Every movement he made was precise, testament his agility and readiness to evade any obstacles.“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave. Goodbye, my lady!” he announced with a hint of finality, already turning on his heel to make his way out. His tone was polite yet firm, indicating that his decision was irrevocable. The slight bow of his head was a courteous gesture, but his eyes were already scanning for the nearest exit.Esther, realizing his intentions, reacted swiftly. Seeing that he was about to make a run for it, she reached out in a desperate attempt to catch him. “Hey, stop right there!” she called out, her voice filled with urgency and a touch of frustration. Her eyes widened with determination as she lunged towards him, hoping to halt his escape.But Ryoshu, with his
"Please show me the secret. Or at least explain the method to me." Her voice wavered with desperation, a plea echoing the turmoil in her heart.At that moment, both their minds were swirling in an unprecedented chaos. Thoughts collided and fragmented within their heads, creating a storm of confusion and uncertainty. The once beautiful garden around them, a place that had always been a sanctuary of peace and beauty, now seemed to wilt and wither. The flowers drooped, their vibrant colors fading as if the garden itself were a silent witness to the unfolding tragedy, absorbing the despair that emanated from the two figures standing amidst it.Ryoshu moved towards her with a deliberate slowness, his steps measured and purposeful. Each step he took seemed to echo the rhythm of her heartbeat, a rhythm that was initially erratic and frantic but grew steadier and more composed with every movement he made. It was as if his presence alone had the power to calm her racing pulse, to bring a sem