"That..."
Kiyotaka Ayanokoji, who usually maintained a lazy appearance, felt his pupils suddenly contract as he murmured.
"...what is it?"
Everyone, including Yukino, stared blankly at the light that had risen from between the man's two fingers out of thin air.
What kind of mechanism was it?
The two slender fingers were clean, with no visible traces of anything.
Was it coated with some transparent chemical, or was it static electricity?
The brain trembled.
Vaguely sensing that the world harbored some kind of curse or malice was a completely different concept from witnessing supernatural power in human hands with one's own eyes!!
"Rituals... the methods used by various civilizations in ancient times to communicate with the imaginary gods who were personifications of nature."
"In essence, what is communicated with is the natural force symbolized by the god."
Between his two fingers, the jumping pale blue electric arc grew brighter and brighter, reflected in the shrinking pupils of everyone present.
"Gradually... people began to extract the effective parts from them, simplifying and miniaturizing them.
Combined with incantations and hand seals, they were simplified and miniaturized, and thus... Magecraft was born!"
The increasingly intense electric light illuminated the man's chiseled face, casting it in stark relief.
Everyone fell silent, as if sensing a premonition of something.
"Ayanokoji, it looks like you didn't buy a dummy, so I'll have to trouble you to come up and help with an experiment."
Suddenly.
Roser looked up toward one side of the classroom.
"Huh?"
Kiyotaka Ayanokoji, whose brain was spinning madly in a constant attempt to reconstruct Roser's method, froze.
By the time he came back to his senses, his body had naturally walked to stand opposite Roser.
At this moment, Ayanokoji almost wanted to curse.
This damn conditioned reflex.
"Very good. It seems Student Ayanokoji has a lot of courage. Then, I will demonstrate one of the most basic Magecrafts for everyone: The Gate of the Left."
Roser slowly raised his hand, the flashing electric arc silently radiating continuously between his two fingers.
In a trance, it seemed as if countless tiny, dense, and complex incantations were flowing within it, weaving together, being born and extinguished...
This really isn't something static electricity can explain anymore, hey!!
A drop of cold sweat rolled down Ayanokoji's forehead; his entire being was immersed in unprecedentedly turbulent emotions.
Calm down, calm down, Ayanokoji.
You, who can defeat true geniuses with the body of an artificial genius, can definitely decipher the mysteries within.
Ayanokoji tried hard to calm himself, his eyes staring dead-fixed at that electric arc.
He really saw it!
The incantations flowing within the electric arc.
Re... really, there is Magecraft?!!
He didn't even have time to react.
"As a basic Magecraft, it doesn't possess much offensive power..."
Roser had already raised his right hand high. A whirlwind visible to the naked eye spiraled up around his body, gathering between his two fingers.
"...It merely swallows the surrounding space for an instant and then ejects it according to your will. At most, it's equivalent to being brushed by a strong wind..."
At this moment.
The classroom was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
Even Yukino Yukinoshita swallowed her saliva, her small mouth slightly open, staring unblinkingly at that raised hand.
In this instant, she seemed to hear the wail of the worldview she had built over more than a decade shattering.
The others were much more exaggerated than her; they had all fallen into a dumbfounded state.
'Is it merely to the extent of a wind blowing?'
Hearing Roser's words, Ayanokoji breathed a slight sigh of relief.
But in the next moment...
"But the nobility of humanity lies in wisdom. Ordinary wind might be too gentle.
So, what if we add fire?
For example, by grinding a mixture of nitre, camphor, and sulfur, adding sulfur and potassium chlorate to coat the fingernails, and then strengthening it with basic Magecraft... one only needs to lightly snap their fingers to generate flames that even a violent storm cannot extinguish..."
Roser's arm lowered, and his fingers, which were pressed together, opened at this moment, the thumb pressing down on the middle finger...
Not good!!!
Hearing such outrageous words, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji, whose face had remained paralyzed all along, had his mind go blank for an instant.
No.
You're seriously going to throw that thing at me?
You're making me the test subject to display that thing's power?
Before he could even curse out loud...
Roser seemed to hang high above the heavens, his chanting of an ancient, strange tone sounding almost simultaneously.
".....Tsugeru (I Declare)——!"
"Ware wa honō o tsukasadoru kotowari o hiraku mono (I am the one who opens the logic governing flame)——!"
"ᚲ! ᚦ! ᚨ! (These are Ancient Runic Scripts; their names are the embodiment of power!)"
"furuki keiyaku ni shitagai (In accordance with the ancient contract..."
Although it was a three-part incantation, to everyone's ears, it seemed as if the ending had already fallen just as it rose.
It was as if time had overlapped in this instant.
...
Not long ago.
Principal's Office.
"What did you say? You invited an Onmyoji to teach in my class?"
A woman with ink-black long hair draped casually over her shoulders, appearing quite lazy and unkempt, lifted the blonde Principal with one hand while questioning him.
Where did this woman get such strength?!
The blonde Principal felt a sense of powerlessness, as if swaying in raging waves, and retorted internally.
As expected of the eldest young miss of the Hiratsuka Group; her family background really isn't a joke.
But this really has nothing to do with me...
Good heavens; the Shinomiya, Shijo, Ayanokoji, and more than a dozen other powers from both the political and business worlds had spoken.
What could he do? He was helpless too.
In fact, there was also the Ryuzhu Group, whose influence was no smaller than the Hiratsuka Group, even though their children weren't in Class 3, or even in the first year.
But what if?
"Hiratsuka-sensei, this really has nothing to do with me..."
As the Principal, the blonde old man had a face full of apologetic smiles, carefully extricating himself from Hiratsuka's hand.
"Hmph..."
Shizuka Hiratsuka released him, put one hand in her pocket, and took out a cigarette with the other, lighting it leisurely: "...What era is this? To still believe in this stuff."
Blowing out a smoke ring, she sneered: "There is a saying in China: 'If you don't do things with a guilty conscience, you won't fear wraiths coming to your door.'"
Coming from a Yakuza family background.
Did they think she didn't know what those so-called "High Society" people were?
Even her own family had only reached the level of being mentioned in the same breath as the Ryuzhu Group because she had purged some of the filth within the group.
But how could such things ever be completely eradicated?
That was why she hid in Chiba—out of sight, out of mind.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she came back, she encountered this kind of thing...
"Do you think I'm unclear about the details of that Urban Legend? Do those guys really believe it? It's nothing more than fearing the one-in-ten-thousand chance that it might implicate them."
Shizuka Hiratsuka turned and walked away after speaking.
There were hardly any good people in the Tokyo psychic circle; they were basically all swindlers cheating people out of money and sex. Some were even cult members who would swallow you whole.
Those were fine, but if someone really believed in what they learned and decided who the "dead one" was...
Those big shots would definitely not mind making an attempt to dispose of them.
It's just a child; who doesn't have a few, or even dozens, of illegitimate children in private?
What's popular now is mass production of children via in-vitro fertilization; doing a hundred at once is possible.
This has even been on the news.
Thinking of this, Shizuka Hiratsuka felt even more urgent, her long legs striding quickly as she rushed toward Class 3.
"Wait a moment, Hiratsuka-sensei, let's discuss this..."
The old Principal chased after her while wiping sweat, anxious and perspiring profusely: "No, Hiratsuka-sensei, you didn't report for duty before, so you don't know."
"It's really quite ominous over there; this is also for your safe..."
But before he could catch up, she had already arrived.
"Ominous? I'd like to see what kind of demons and ghosts they are...?"
Shizuka Hiratsuka sneered and pushed the door open.
The wronged souls and fierce ghosts under her Hiratsuka Group could form a Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons) dozens of times over. If evil spirits really existed, her family would have been wiped out long ago...
The old Principal sighed helplessly.
They were all giant Buddhas; he couldn't afford to offend any of them.
With a creak, the door opened.
Sunlight shone in through the window, sprinkling onto the pristine Kariginu. The gold and silver threads on it seemed to come alive, reflecting brilliant light like dancing flames.
A head of long hair was casually tied up. The man was holding one hand high, brilliant electric arcs winding, jumping, and radiating within his hand.
"Tsugeru (I Declare)——! ....honō o tsukas... ᚲ! ᚦ! ...ikeiyaku ni shitagai...."
Surrounded by the whirlwind, he truly looked as if he had walked out of an ancient painting.
Even Abe no Seimei would be nothing more than this, right...
Such a thought flashed through Shizuka Hiratsuka's mind, followed instantly by a subconscious stubborn retort!
"Playing god and..."
"...Oh Dragon, roar!!"
Roser's pitch-black eyes suddenly flashed with spiritual white light, and his fingers flicked lightly.
Bzzt———!!!
A wisp of crimson flame was born out of thin air from his fingertips!
It expanded instantly, as if agitated by some terrifying breath, forming a tongue of fire that grew larger and thicker...
Subsequently, blazing white draconic pupils opened, and the roaring flames outlined a slender neck, a powerful torso, and sharp claws...
Finally.
Under everyone's sluggish gaze, a pair of gigantic dragon wings composed entirely of burning wind and rage unfurled. The fire dragon seemed to let out a roar, charging headlong toward the other end of the classroom.
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