Nen users starting from Highschool of the Dead

night.

Saeko Busujima tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Although part of it was because he was not used to the new environment.

But more so because not long ago, Shizuka Marikawa suddenly barged in during dinner.

Especially the other person's questions: "Why are you in my house?" and "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

Whenever she thinks about it, Saeko Busujima can't help but feel a sense of suicidal urge to wrap herself in a blanket and wriggle frantically on the bed like a caterpillar.

Saeko Busujima let out a long sigh.

Thinking about the outfit she was wearing that she had never worn since she bought it, and how she had finally made up her mind to show it to Su Yan.

It's a pity.

But we'll have to wait until next time.

The girl sat up in bed, intending to go out for a glass of ice water to calm herself down.

I walked to the door and quietly opened it a crack.

Good, there's no light outside, so it seems Su Yan and Shizuka Marikawa have already gone back to their rooms to rest.

This made Saeko Busujima breathe a sigh of relief.

He then slowly opened the door and quietly entered the living room, disappearing into the darkness.

The dinner that the two of them had barely touched not long ago was still on the table.

After thinking it over, Saeko Busujima decided to process the dishes first to prevent them from spoiling if left for too long.

After all, Su Yan cooked quite a lot for dinner, which would be more than enough to make lunch boxes for the group tomorrow.

Before long, Saeko Busujima quickly prepared dinner, then poured a glass of ice water from the refrigerator and gulped it down in one go.

Just as they were about to return to their bedroom to rest, they discovered that there was an extremely faint sound coming from somewhere in the room, like the mournful voice of a female ghost.

If it weren't for the fact that I cultivated my Nen abilities, which resulted in some improvements in my vision, hearing, and physical fitness, I would have been in a different situation.

In the past, she might not have noticed.

Because of her Nen ability, she, who usually scoffed at the idea of ​​ghosts and gods, began to have some different thoughts about it.

In modern society, murder is illegal.

What about killing ghosts? Killing monsters? Killing phantoms?

Saeko Busujima couldn't help but feel a little curious. If telekinesis could be effective against "that kind of thing," and the other party had nothing to do with Su Yan, perhaps she could kill the other party and have some fun with it?

Following the sound, I arrived at the door of a bedroom.

Saeko Busujima realized that she had misunderstood.

However, I was still a little curious about what was going on inside. Besides myself, the only other woman in the house was Shizuka Marikawa.

Furthermore, Shizuka Marikawa mentioned earlier that this is her home, so there is no doubt that this bedroom belongs to Shizuka Marikawa.

But why would Shizuka Marikawa make such strange noises at night?

The girl curiously pressed her ear against the door so she could hear the sounds coming from inside the bedroom more clearly.

Then they heard Shizuka Marikawa's pleading voice coming from inside.

Screams like, "I was wrong, please forgive me," "Please don't do it again, I really can't take it anymore," or "No, not there!"

And Su Yan's occasional utterances of phrases like "You ruined my plans" and "You don't know you were wrong, you just know you're going to fail."

Based on the dialogue, it seems that Su Yan was inside lecturing Shizuka Marikawa.

Saeko Busujima couldn't help but nod in agreement; she certainly deserved it.

After all, if it weren't for Shizuka Marikawa's sudden intrusion, given the ambiguous atmosphere during dinner, she would definitely have already created a wonderful evening with Su Yan.

However, as Saeko Busujima continued listening, she increasingly felt that something was amiss with the sounds coming from inside.

Soon, Saeko Busujima realized what was happening and her face turned bright red. She unconsciously radiated heat, as if a flame was burning in her heart, and she could vaguely feel steam rising from the top of her head.

Even though she had just finished drinking a glass of ice water, the girl still couldn't help feeling thirsty.

This uncomfortable feeling is like countless ants crawling on your body, making you want to escape, but you just can't seem to take a step away.

Saeko Busujima was speechless.

She never expected that Su Yan and Shizuka Marikawa would have this kind of relationship.

This afternoon, I actually thought about giving that girl named Miyamoto Rei a push.

If it were any other woman, she might angrily denounce Su Yan for his scumbag behavior of wanting what he doesn't have.

But Saeko Busujima was different. She sincerely believed that she, with her physical defects, was simply not worthy of Su Yan, who had a perfect image in her eyes.

On the contrary, it is Su Yan, with his current minor human flaws, that makes him more real to her, giving her the illusion that she is now worthy of him.

Therefore, she didn't care how many women Su Yan had around him; at most, she just regretted that Su Yan's first love wasn't her.

I wonder if Shizuka Marikawa, as a 'senior,' can accept my existence?

After an unknown amount of time, Saeko Busujima, feeling weak all over, returned to her room in a daze.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the girl looked down at the pillow on the bed, but she was not sleepy at all.

Oh no, now I'll have even less time to sleep.

Since things have come to this, let's focus on self-cultivation first.

Saeko Busujima sat cross-legged, following the method Su Yan had taught her that afternoon.

Within the four fundamental elements of mental power, repeatedly practice the four techniques of entanglement, severance, and refinement.

As cultivation deepens, the mind gradually becomes calmer.

However, the girl couldn't help but think about the four major banks.

Although Su Yan said that this is an ability that Nen users can only try to develop after they have mastered their Nen power.

But she still wanted to give it a try.

The girl glanced at the white oak knife that she always carried with her, which was placed on the bedside table.

Although it was just an ordinary-looking wooden knife, it could unleash considerable power in her hands, but this white oak knife wasn't something you could carry around just anywhere.

For example, when traveling by train, one often has to explain things to the train attendants.

Even though I've now learned Nen, I'm still far stronger than I was when I was wielding a wooden sword, even when I'm unarmed.

However, for Saeko Busujima, who has been learning kendo since childhood, only having a weapon by her side at all times can make her feel at ease.

The first thing that came to her mind was the image of Su Yan easily conjuring a white oak knife in front of her.

If I could do that too...

But how do we do it?

Saeko Busujima opened her palms and first tried to use Ren to release the Nen power from her palms. Then she tried to use the En technique to gather the released Nen power in her hands.

Imagine the shape and feel of the white oak knife you usually use, and slowly condense the mental energy of the knife shape.

There is a play!

However, the momentary lapse in concentration caused the nascent form of psychic energy that had been gradually taking shape in his hand to immediately dissipate.

Saeko Busujima's eyes narrowed.

Sure enough, things weren't as simple as she had imagined.

Saeko Busujima refused to believe it and continued her experiments.

I don't know how much time passed, or how many times it was repeated.

Finally, the girl couldn't help but smile.

Become!

A long sword, identical to the white oak sword she usually carried, was thus formed in her hands.

Instantly, Saeko Busujima's Nen surged violently, suddenly becoming uncontrollable and rushing wildly towards the wooden sword in her hand.

The girl was unaware that at this moment, she was carrying a weapon that bore the weight of her "constraints and vows".

born!