Sister Rescue Plan

"An ascetic who has lost his faith."

As Yosuke Mirai was speaking, she suddenly said, "The law of dependent origination."

Araki Ren blurted out, "I say it is emptiness."

After saying that, even Araki Ren himself felt it was absurd; what on earth was all this nonsense?

“Tsk, it really is you.” Yushou Mirai said, “A very famous Buddhist verse of the Tendai sect. If you hadn’t looked into it beforehand, you probably wouldn’t know. And Araya Sōren was once a monk of the Tendai sect.”

He stroked his chin: "That shouldn't be the case. Buddhism has always emphasized that 'men have seven treasures and women have five flaws,' which is extremely sexist. They can only transform from female to male, how could they possibly transform from male to female?"

He turned to Medea and asked, "Are you sure there's no trace of any kind of restraint force interfering in this world?"

“I don’t know.” Medea shook her head. “But I certainly didn’t sense any aura related to the Throne of Heroes or the two Counter Forces.”

Araki Ren couldn't understand what they were saying, nor was she in the mood to listen. She remained silent for a long time before looking up and asking a rather philosophical question:

"who am I?"

Am I Araki Ren, or am I some kind of Araya Sōren?

Izayoi Mirai looked at her: "Do you have memories of your past life? Do you remember your experiences in your past life?"

Araki Ren said, "Aside from that strange ability and the occasional Buddhist verses that pop up, that's all. I can't even remember that face."

“That’s settled then.” Izayoi Mirai spread her hands. “Your memories and personality haven’t been altered. At most, you’ve inherited the legacy of your past life, like suddenly inheriting a fortune. It doesn’t count as a resurrection of your past life.”

Araki Ren couldn't help but ask, "What if it really does revive?"

"Whatever happens, happens." Yushou Mirai shrugged. "There's nothing I can do, so don't panic, it won't help."

Araki Ren was speechless. She hadn't expected this answer, not even a token word of comfort. Suddenly, she saw Izayoi Mirai's bright eyes, and he was rubbing his hands together.

"Could you release that barrier and let me see it?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I must finish writing early tomorrow so I can go to bed early!

Chapter Thirteen: Sir, shall we replenish your mana?

Araki Ren formed hand seals and uttered a low shout:

"I am not afraid!"

However, nothing happened. Just looking at her posture and lines, she seemed like a middle-aged person with a delusional mindset.

How is this going?

Araki Ren changed his posture a few times and shouted "I'm not afraid" a few more times, but nothing happened, and the scene became somewhat awkward.

Youxiao Mirai coughed lightly: "Don't rush, try others, like the Vajra Serpent or something."

Araki Ren looked bewildered: "What's that?"

Is this the only one you know how to do?

Araki Ren nodded.

Izayoi Mirai stroked her chin. "Didn't you inherit the other five barriers? Or are you just temporarily forgetting them?"

He reached out and placed his hand on Araki Ren's head: "Don't move, let me take a look."

To steal, to launch.

As his strength increased, Izayoi Mirai's control over his talent became more and more precise, and he could basically focus it on the object he wanted.

Fragmented knowledge of barriers kept flooding into his mind, eventually transforming into a complete barrier.

Not afraid.

Apart from that, no trace of the other five paths could be found.

After organizing the knowledge in her mind, Izayoi Mirai said, "Your barrier is indeed still there, it's just that you don't know how to use it."

"Don't know how to use it?"

“Yes,” Izayoi Mirai explained, “Barriers are different from other magic. They are more complex in composition, consisting of a considerable number of nodes. It is impossible for a complete novice like you to construct one in a single thought. It was just a legacy from your previous life. If you want to use it now, you have to learn it from scratch. It would be best to construct it and carry it with you.”

"Learn from scratch..."

Araki Ren scratched her head; she didn't understand this either, so where could she learn it? While thinking, she turned her gaze to Izayoi Mirai, "Master, would you mind having another female disciple?"

Suddenly, Medea's gaze turned sinister.

Feeling the hand on his waist, Izayoi Mirai refused righteously: "I'm still too young to shoulder such a great responsibility... Ouch!"

When the soft flesh around her waist was pinched, Izayoi Mirai immediately stopped making jokes and put her arm around Medea's shoulder to introduce her: "This is my wife, a magic master. Barriers and stuff are a piece of cake for her. You can learn from her."

Medea was a little shy as Izayoi Mirai introduced her to others in such an intimate way for the first time. She leaned on Izayoi Mirai's shoulder, and her aura instantly softened.

Araki Ren took in the whole scene and realized that Izayoi Mirai was actually henpecked. She bowed deeply to Medea and said, "Master."

She glanced at Izayoi Mirai again and tentatively called out, "Master... Madam?"

"Screw you."

Yoyo Mirai waved her hand, "You should leave first today. We'll think about how to teach you first, and then we'll talk about it in a couple of days."

"understood!"

Araki Ren left, half delighted and half worried, upon learning that he had gained supernatural power and seemed to have a very powerful past life. Izayoi Mirai breathed a sigh of relief. The Buddhist barrier is quite different from the barrier of Western magic. Medea doesn't know how to do it yet, and even if she wanted to, she couldn't teach her.

He stroked Medea's head: "No worries, we can discuss it again tonight. I'll need your help then. I have to go to class now."

Medea nodded obediently, and then tugged at his sleeve as Izayoi was leaving.

"that……"

A hint of shyness appeared in Medea's blue eyes as she said somewhat embarrassedly, "My Lord, I have no magic left."

"Oh, really?"

With a smile, Izayoi embraced Medea's waist, lowered her head and kissed her. In an instant, heat rose, and Medea's depleted magic gradually became abundant.

Izayoi Mirai felt very strange at this moment. He liked Medea, but he was too familiar with this body. He could easily associate it with the flesh and internal organs under the skin, and he couldn't get an erection at all.

Medea lowered her tiptoes, straightened Mirai Izayoi's collar, and watched him leave.

"I definitely need to get a new body as soon as possible."

Medea clearly noticed some changes in Izayoi Mirai. She touched her arm with a regretful expression, "It was clearly a gift from Mirai-sama, it seems I can only keep it as a treasure."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Inside the office, Yosuke Mirai was playing with Tomie's Soul Gem. Now that school was over, there was no need to worry about any teachers seeing them. A flame ignited on his index finger, a mixture of bright yellow and crimson.

In the beginning, he could easily purify the filth in the Soul Gem, but not now. Qinli's spiritual power had once merged into his Purifying Fire, causing the Purifying Fire to mutate. In essence, this was also a manifestation of his own inner turmoil.

Yushou Future is very self-aware. Compared to orthodox Buddhist disciples, his moral cultivation is far inferior. He is impure in the six senses and full of the five poisons. It is simply impossible for him to let go.

Now, all I can do is try to control my power.

He formed a wisdom fist seal.

Still using the Heart Sutra as the core, this time the task is to subdue the mind.

He separated the two clusters of flames, with one cluster being predominantly bright yellow, which was the limit he could currently achieve.

He extinguished the other flame and pressed it onto the Soul Gem.

scoff-

Black mist rose from the gemstone, revealing something churning inside. The gray hue faded, and the gemstone became clear.

It looks like it's working well?

Just as Izayoi Mirai smiled, a soft "crack" was heard, and a tiny crack appeared on the Soul Gem.

"..."

He played with the Soul Gem, which had become much clearer. There was still a small amount of turbidity inside, but it looked quite beautiful from the outside.

"This should be considered a major success, right?" Izayoi Mirai thought. "This crack is so tiny that it can be completely ignored."

His phone rang.

"Cousin, I've found traces of the witch. Do you want to come?"

Yoruichi put away the Soul Gem: "Tell me the location, I'll be there right away."

On the rooftop of an unfinished building, a young working woman stood listlessly, looking utterly lifeless. The location was remote, and no one was likely to see her or call the police. She shakily climbed over the railing and fell, raising questions about whether she did it intentionally or accidentally tripped.

A sharp scream rang out from beneath the silent, abandoned building, accompanied by yellow ribbons that intertwined in mid-air to catch the young woman.

Under the influence of magic, the downward momentum was neutralized, and the young woman slowly floated down, where she was held in Mami's arms, still looking as if she hadn't woken up from a dream.

What's wrong with her?

"Blue-haired Sayaka asked, since the scream just now was also from her."

“She was bewitched by a witch,” Mami Tomoe replied, pointing to the dark red mark on the young woman’s neck. “That’s a witch’s kiss mark, a sign that she was bewitched by a witch.”

"Eh, does being bewitched by a witch lead to death...?"

Sayaka murmured.

"Of course, because the witch is too ugly."

Just then, a voice broke in from the side, carrying a lighthearted and teasing tone.

"If I were kissed by something so ugly, I would be devastated."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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