Tokyo: Starting from the Miko Sister

The only pity is that the beautiful woman never appeared again.

It was like a dream.

"Aunt Dongyu, I'm going back to school."

Haruhiko waved his hand and turned to walk down the mountain.

Jinguji Dongyu watched him leave without saying anything.

A gust of wind blew.

Xue Ji appeared beside her.

She changed her clothes today.

A light blue coat, a pure white sweater, black pants and black stockings.

“There are a lot of bad guys down there.”

Xue Ji said worriedly, "I want to protect him."

"No."

Jinguji Dongyu refused with an indifferent expression.

Xue Ji gritted her teeth and said nothing more.

Bunkyo-ku, Tokyo.

The hot summer breeze and sunshine filled the school.

Haruhiko glanced at the blue sky and found it extremely dazzling.

It was already nine o'clock.

He was late, but he was not in a hurry.

Haruhiko walked to an office and knocked on the door.

"you are?"

A middle-aged man with Mediterranean features adjusted his glasses, looking somewhat puzzled.

He is the dean of the first grade of high school.

"Takehiro-sensei, I became a priest."

Haruhiko raised his hand, and the spiritual energy spun slightly in his hand, creating a wind.

Seeing this, Takehiro Yamada immediately understood what he meant.

"follow me."

He stood up and took Haruhiko to the northeast corner of the school.

All four psionic classes are here.

Each class is divided into three grades.

In other words, there are twelve classes in total.

"You are going to join the first-year priest class."

“Considering that school has already started for a while, your teacher will provide you with extra tutoring,” said Takehiro Yamada.

Very humane arrangement.

Haruhiko nodded, somewhat expectantly.

I don’t know what skills I can acquire in school.

With his current strength, the two skills granted by the Sky Fox inheritance consume too much energy.

He is more suitable for two-syllable skills or spells.

"arrive."

Yamada Takehiro stopped.

Haruhiko looked up and saw a building.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary teaching building.

Entering the hall, there is a distinctive spiral staircase in the middle.

There were faint voices of talking coming from both sides.

"I'm in class, wait a moment."

Takehiro Yamada led Haruhiko to the first-year high school teacher's office.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, a young man dressed in a suit, looking quite decent and serious, walked in.

"Xingsi, I'll leave the rest to you."

After saying this, Takehiro Yamada left very decisively.

"Hello, teacher. My name is Haruhiko."

Haruhiko took the initiative to introduce himself and said, "I became a priest yesterday."

"Nishimura Koji, a third-rank priest."

The young man pulled out a form from his desk drawer and said, "Fill it out according to the requirements above."

"Ok."

Haruhiko found a seat and sat down, filling in his name, age, weight and other information.

After filling it out, he handed it back.

Nishimura Koji looked around and narrowed his eyes when he saw the Inari Shrine.

But he didn't say anything.

Chapter 6 The Murdered Girls

"Your class schedule."

Koji Nishimura took out another form from the drawer and said.

Haruhiko took it.

There are seven strange required courses marked on it.

Just looking at the name, it seems quite troublesome.

"There aren't that many classes in the psychic class. There are only ten classes a week."

Nishimura Koji crossed his arms and said in a meticulous tone, "The rest of the time you have is up to you to spend as you please, joining clubs, researching spells, or taking on commissions."

"Okay, teacher."

Haruhiko exhaled and nodded.

The psychic class emphasizes the combination of theory and practice.

There is no point in just attending classes.

The ultimate goal is to deal with the demons.

The school encourages everyone to accept commissions within their capabilities.

Therefore, a situation is created.

mortality rate.

A few unlucky people die every year.

The bell rings.

"Go to the classroom."

Yukiji Nishimura stopped explaining, stood up and walked out.

Haruhiko hurried to follow.

The first-year psychic class is on the first floor.

Standing in the corridor, you can see two rows of cherry blossoms covering the school road.

One of the characteristics of Japan.

Haruhiko walked into the classroom and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Many people showed surprised expressions.

Because they used to be in the same class as Haruhiko.

According to school regulations, freshmen who have just entered high school will be assigned to ordinary classes.

They are all taught psychic meditation and can be transferred to other positions after reaching the standards.

The duration is three months.

If it exceeds this number, it means that one's talent is extremely mediocre and one is not suitable to be a psychic.

Most people give up when they get here.

"Haruhiko!"

A girl's voice sounded.

Haruhiko turned his head and caught sight of Hoshino Rin sitting in the middle row of seats in the classroom.

In the soft morning light, her figure was completely outlined.

As she waved, the black ponytail tied with a red hairband at the back of her head swayed slightly, and a surprised smile appeared on her face.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

All kinds of eyes were looking at Haruhiko.

Jealousy, envy, anger, etc.

Even girls have it.

Hoshino Rin was born into a noble family, was very powerful, and was also a beautiful girl.

He is undoubtedly a superstar in school.

Haruhiko smiled stiffly.

As expected, it's Hoshino Rin who dominates the affiliated high school.

This popularity is different.

But fortunately, there was no clichéd jealousy.

The students are all very qualified.

"Go find a place to sit down."

Nishimura Koji took out a book and handed it to him, saying, "Wait until this class is over, then go get your textbook and school uniform."

"Ok."

Haruhiko took the textbook.

He thought about it and walked to the seat next to Hoshino Rin.

The girl had been hinting at him, and he couldn't ignore it.

Although I attracted a lot of hatred, it was still okay to have a pretty deskmate.

Anyway, the school prohibits private fighting, so it’s not a big problem.

"Congratulations."

Hoshino Rin tilted her head and looked at him, her soft black hair falling on the desk.

Her exquisite appearance, coupled with her youthful and beautiful smile, is enough to make any healthy boy's heart beat fast.

The only pity is that he owns a private airport at such a young age.

"Thank you."