Abnormal Moon

"What do you call it?"

"Just call me Okita Souji."

Please make yourself at home.

The man nodded in understanding and gestured with his chin toward the many empty seats in the store.

As Okita Souji walked into the bar, his cold gaze immediately fell on the man who was mixing drinks.

He was tall and had a refined and scholarly demeanor.

Although he was smiling, his appearance naturally carried a hint of sharpness.

He wore five robes, and his black hair was tied into a bun that flowed down his back. His forehead was sewn shut with thread, as if his skull had been opened before.

The way he shook the wine jug was quite stylish, giving off a sense of skill and elegance.

"I wondered who was going against me, but it turns out it was this guy. No wonder."

Having shared vision with Ms. Okita, Roy suddenly realized the truth upon seeing this man, and the doubts in his heart were suddenly cleared up.

This iconic look features the striking stitching on the forehead.

His identity was obvious at a glance.

"Oh my? Such a young girl has arrived!"

Suddenly, a rough voice rang out in the store.

Ms. Okita turned her head and looked at the table at the far end of the bar.

A middle-aged man, who looked to be close to forty, was sitting there. His head was slicked back, reflecting the dim light. His bare upper body was covered only by a blacksmith's apron, and his strong muscles were impossible to hide.

"Little girl, have you gotten lost from your mother? Would you like to come with me? You have a really nice body, you could be made into some really nice furniture, no, into a pillow, a cushion... Yes! How about I make you into a cushion?"

The middle-aged blacksmith's eyes lit up when he saw Miss Okita walk in. He couldn't wait to get up from the table and run towards her.

He was like a sculptor who had seen exquisite material, eager to showcase his artistic skills on Ms. Okita, his fervor palpable.

Standing in front of the bar, the skull-shaped chairs were arranged in a row. The bed and chairs were decorated with various shapes and colors.

The other guests at the other tables acted as if they hadn't seen anything, some drinking, some looking at their phones, their expressions completely unmoved, not even bothering to show the slightest unease, not taking what was happening at the door to heart at all.

"Qiang!"

In an instant, a resounding clang rang out like thunder.

The few customers scattered throughout the store suddenly changed their expressions and cast surprised and wary glances at the girl at the entrance.

The middle-aged blacksmith's expression froze slightly.

A dazzling flash of light disappeared before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he saw his arms, which were about to grab the girl, neatly severed at the elbows.

Both forearms fell to the ground, and blood gushed out from them in huge quantities, as if it were free.

"Uoooohhhh!"

The blacksmith knelt on the ground, screaming in agony.

Miss Okita sheathed her sword, her face expressionless.

"Manager, how can you let this mentally ill guy into the store so openly? It's your dereliction of duty not to put up a sign at the door that says 'Dogs and mentally ill people are not allowed.'"

"Hehe, although they are indeed not very mentally stable, the curse masters gathered here all have a special skill."

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

Just a moment ago he wasn't worried about Miss Okita's safety, and now he felt no remorse for the blacksmith who had lost both arms.

"Miss Okita's swordsmanship is truly amazing. Even in ancient times, when there were many masters, she would be a strong person comparable to a sword master. To have such swordsmanship at such a young age is truly admirable."

His gaze fell on Ms. Okita, and his face showed genuine admiration.

"Consider this glass of wine my apology."

He handed the cocktail he had just mixed to Ms. Okita.

Then he left the bar, went to the middle-aged blacksmith, picked up his arms that were hanging from the ground, and put them back on the broken parts of his arms.

“Mr. HDB, I understand your artistic pursuits, but I hope you can be patient at this time, otherwise—I will also lose my temper.”

The screams stopped abruptly.

For a fleeting moment, I saw a malevolent malice, as ferocious as a demon, on the face of the HDB flatterer.

Even though he was used to turning humans into all sorts of furniture, his heart skipped a beat at this moment, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

"I, I understand..."

Tanzakura, a HDB flat owner, stood up, shrugged, and walked dejectedly to his seat, slumping down as if life had no meaning.

Miss Okita glanced at the blacksmith man.

His arms, which had just been severed, had been reattached. The blood had stopped gushing out, leaving only short scars around the wounds.

In just a few words, the sacral barrel was filled with a sense of emptiness and fatigue, and the narrow, large wife's residence was filled with a sense of emptiness and fatigue.

"A reversal technique... can he heal others?"

Cursed power is a power born from negative emotions, which are stress itself and cannot be used for healing.

However, if you can multiply negative numbers together, you will get a positive number. Multiplying spell power in this way will create positive energy, which can be used to heal yourself or others.

This is the inversion technique.

However, although it is called a reversal technique, it is essentially just a kind of spell manipulation. If the method of strengthening the body is considered a "strengthening technique", then the reversal technique is a kind of "reverse spell".

The healing effects of the reversal spell vary greatly from person to person. Some people can only heal a cut from a knife by using the positive magic power of the reversal spell, while others can even reattach a severed arm, and some can even heal others.

There is still no definitive answer as to why such a gap has formed.

Unlike the incantation power which is transmitted from the abdomen to the surrounding areas, the reverse incantation power originates from the brain and spreads throughout the body. The realm of the brain is beyond the comprehension of even with current technology.

"But throughout the entire world of sorcery, only the school doctor, Shoko Iri, and Yuta Otokotsu, are capable of healing others. [The rest of the text appears to be a fragment and doesn't form a coherent sentence or paragraph.]"

In theory, cursed spirits cannot generate healing or other life-giving spells.

They are essentially a collection of negative curses, while healing is the domain of reversing curses. The kind of healing that occurs in real people is a transformation of the soul, which is not the same concept as healing.

"Li Mei."

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

At his call.

A young man who looked to be about the same age as Ms. Okita walked out from the direction of the bar's kitchen. He was dressed in monk-like clothing, had a bob haircut, and had an androgynous face with an expression as cold as ice.

"Is something wrong?"

"Please clean up the blood; leaving it here is unsightly, isn't it?"

"Tsk, don't call me for such trivial things."

Rime clicked his tongue, quite annoyed by his statement.

He extended a finger, and icy magical power roared out, freezing the blood on the ground in the blink of an eye. Then, with a snap, it shattered into a white mist, breaking down into tiny crystals almost invisible to the naked eye.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

Watching Rimei walk towards the kitchen with a disgruntled expression, I felt a chill run down my spine.

There weren't many people in the store.

Including him and Rime from earlier, there are only seven people in total.

The middle-aged blacksmith from earlier sat hunched over in the corner, his face full of boredom.

A blond young man with a side ponytail sat in another corner, secretly observing the newly arrived Ms. Okita, a faint blush on his face.

Finally, there was a grandmother and grandson. The grandson had a mohawk and looked a little dazed. Sitting next to him was an old woman who looked close to ninety years old with completely white hair.

"Time's almost up, it seems this is all the people we have left."

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

However, very few curse masters dare to go against the high-level professionals. Most curse masters in the country can only live in the shadow of sorcerers and never dare to step out into the open, otherwise they will definitely be hunted down by the supervisory department.

If it were an ordinary sorcerer chasing after them, the curse masters, most of whom were mentally unstable, wouldn't take it too seriously.

But when the General Manager's Office takes action, they will send out Gojo Satoru.

The existence of Gojo Satoru is like a mountain weighing down on all curse masters. No curse master dares to oppose Gojo Satoru head-on. As long as he exists, curse masters will never be able to show their faces. They can only live in the sewers for the rest of their lives, occasionally taking on a mission to support themselves. Then, in order not to be discovered by the Directorate General, they must immediately erase all traces and run away with their tails between their legs.

"Xia Youjie, I never expected you to still be alive."

The nearly ninety-year-old woman sitting at the inner side of a table said this while looking at Xia Youjie with a touch of emotion in her eyes.

“Before, with a top-tier curse master like you leading the way, we could still live a luxurious life. But since you faked your death before the new year, the curse master world has become like a stagnant pool. No one dares to be discovered by Gojo Satoru, and everyone is keeping a low profile. If you were still alive, wouldn't it be better to release the news sooner?”

Granny Oogami's face was filled with deep dissatisfaction.

Xia Youjie was originally a top-level sorcerer in Japan, possessing the spell of spirit manipulation.

Ten years ago, for unknown reasons, he fell into the life of a curse master, becoming a top-level curse master and the only top-level curse master in the curse master world. He was the pillar of the curse masters. With him attracting the attention of the supervisory department, the lives of curse masters were much better than they are now.

But at the end of last year, on Christmas Day, he and a group of curse masters launched an event in Shinjuku and Kyoto that was later known as the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons," releasing thousands of cursed spirits in both locations.