Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

#67 - Section 67

Besides, she wasn't particularly curious.

Everyone has their own secrets.

Just like during her first week at Sobu High, when she felt lost and overwhelmed by her classmates' gazes, and the classroom during breaks and lunch had become a torment that made her restless, Yozora extended an invitation to her to join the Over-Limit Club.

It's a bit heartbreaking to think about.

That day, in the recruitment area for clubs, Riko Futaba's conversation with Yozora in those short few minutes was already more than she had with all her classmates combined.

Riko Futaba was actually very insecure deep down.

She felt that she wasn't pretty enough, her personality wasn't particularly likable, and she had a body that even she loathed.

If she hadn't been attracted by the words 'quantum mechanics' at the time, and mustered all her courage to inquire about the Over-Limit Club...

If she hadn't met Yozora and Miko, what kind of life would she be living now?

Riko Futaba didn't care at all about things like 'another name'.

She only trusted her own judgment of Yozora.

Yui Yuigahama and Miko Yotsuya felt the same way.

"Oh dear, we're back a little early."

Yozora stood up, stretched languidly, and smiled.

"In that case, why don't we go shopping!"

"Shopping?"

Riko Futaba and Yui Yuigahama looked blank.

"That's right."

Yozora nodded solemnly.

"Team-building and deepening the bonds between members are very important!"

"Really?"

Riko Futaba looked skeptical, and was about to say something when she heard Yui Yuigahama excitedly say,

"Okay, okay, going out with friends is the high school life I want."

Miko Yotsuya wasn't as excited, but she also nodded in agreement.

"Hmm… I really should buy a couple of tracksuits, the old ones are all worn out."

Miko Yotsuya wasn't the energetic, sporty type of girl, so she didn't own many tracksuits.

But when exorcising spirits, she couldn't exactly wear her school uniform and skirt, could she?

Putting aside the issue of easily exposing herself, it also wasn't convenient for movement. Exorcising spirits was something that couldn't be taken lightly.

After they wore out, Miko Yotsuya couldn't exactly tell her mother that she wanted to buy two new ones.

After all, if her mother asked how the tracksuits wore out so quickly, how would she explain it?

Fortunately, Miko had her own savings.

Yozora's 60,000 yen from last time had been directly handed over to her by Yui Yuigahama for safekeeping.

So now…

Spend, spend like crazy!

She protects Kyoto by exorcising spirits every day, can't she enjoy herself a little?

Seeing that Miko Yotsuya and Yui Yuigahama both agreed, Riko Futaba also felt tempted.

"Alright, let's go together then."

Anyway, no one was waiting for her at home.

Having received so much information in a short period of time, even Riko Futaba, with her exceptional mind, felt a little tired.

It was time to relax properly.

"Okay, let's go then."

…

Meanwhile, within the Reverse World.

Tamamo-no-Mae, wearing a kimono, sat inside a carriage covered with white cloth, with a flickering green candle in front of her.

She took out the scroll from her bosom, slowly opened it, and gently stroked the line of black name written with a brush next to the two characters for Yozora with her slender, fair fingers.

"This guy's true name…"

What entered Tamamo-no-Mae's eyes was a name that made her heart palpitate with fear.

The End of Eight Million.

If Yui Yuigahama or Riko Futaba were to see these words, they probably wouldn't react and would just find it inexplicable.

But if Miko Yotsuya were to see these words, her reaction would be the same as Tamamo-no-Mae's.

Eight million was not just a simple number.

Legend has it that the Sakura Province had eight million gods. As for whether it was an exaggeration or a fact, it was unclear.

In short, the number eight million, in modern times, had become synonymous with the gods of the Sakura Province.

And the Sakura Province's definition of so-called gods was different from that of Kyushu, which also included demons like Tamamo-no-Mae.

The meaning of The End of Eight Million was very simple.

Translated, it meant the one who ends all gods and evil spirits.

Just looking at these six characters, Tamamo-no-Mae felt a chill down her spine.

The name on the contract had to be real, otherwise the contract wouldn't be valid.

What exactly was that guy?

No… Was Yozora really human?

How could a mere human have such a true name?

Tamamo-no-Mae was now extremely grateful that she had chosen to trade with the other party and adopted a very gentle, rather than a strong and high-handed, attitude.

Otherwise…

Perhaps today, Yozora would become her end.

"However…"

Tamamo-no-Mae rested her chin on one hand, looking intrigued.

"The tune he played was quite pleasant to listen to."

…

Half an hour later, in a women's clothing store in a shopping street in Kyoto's downtown area.

"This outfit is really pretty."

"Is, is it? I don't usually wear this style."

"Riko, why don't you try it on?"

"Ah, this…"

"Okay, okay, go, go."

Before Riko Futaba could refuse, Yui Yuigahama pushed her into the fitting room.

The most obvious change after this Reverse World adventure was Yui Yuigahama's way of addressing Riko Futaba.

She directly skipped from Futaba-san, bypassed calling her by her first name Riko, and evolved into the final form, Riko.

Looking at the warm scene in front of him, Yozora thought that in terms of dressing, Yui Yuigahama was indeed the most authoritative of the three Over-Limit Club members.

Not to mention Riko Futaba.

She wore a white coat over her school uniform all day long. If she didn't have a top-notch appearance, she would look like a perverted scientist.

Miko Yotsuya's style of dressing was also simple and unadorned.

School uniform with a skirt, and a bright yellow sweater on top.

Only someone as good-looking as her could pull off this plain style that was typical of middle-aged women.

And speaking of dressing up, Yui Yuigahama, with her slightly spicy girl style, was indeed very eye-catching.

Of course.

This was, after all, a women's clothing store.

In such a home field, when it came to being eye-catching, Yozora completely won against Yui Yuigahama.

"That boy… Looks like a high school student, right?"

"No, no, no, he should be a college student, right?"

"So handsome, should we go up and chat him up?"

"He's probably here with his girlfriend, otherwise why would he come to this kind of store."

"Hey, I just saw that he came into the store with three girls. Even if he's with his girlfriend, it's impossible for so many people to come together, right?"

"So, there's a chance?"

…

If it were a normal high school boy, he would have been too embarrassed to know where to put his eyes in this women's clothing store full of female customers, and with a special lingerie display stand.

However, Yozora was extremely calm, looking completely at ease.

Just kidding.

A professional exorcist, would he be afraid of this little bit of embarrassment?

He, Yozora, was a well-known social recluse in Sobu High.

A social terrorist.

"Little handsome boy."

A woman dressed in a flamboyant manner, wearing a miniskirt and a camisole, with a large area of snow-white skin exposed, and exquisite makeup, took her friend's arm and came forward to chat with Yozora with a smile.

"Are you alone? Do you want to go get something to eat with me later?"

Yozora scratched his head, revealing a shy smile of a high school boy.

"Sorry, I'm here with my girlfriend."

"Eh?"

The woman was a little disappointed, and then curiously said.

"Which of those three is your girlfriend? Is it the girl with the pink hair?"

"You misunderstood."

Yozora smiled shyly and slowly said.

"All three of them are my girlfriends."

At this time, silence speaks louder than words.

The customers in the entire women's clothing store were silent at this moment.

Wonder, surprise, disbelief, and many other gazes were cast on Yozora at the same time.