Chapter 17

Class continues and so does Kida: She keeps on talking to me over and over again. It is nice of her and I instantly feel as though I have found a new friend. Muraoka also talks with us once in a while, however he is caught by Miss Haruka pretty quickly each time. Due to this he cannot really talk too much with us because… Well, the already pissed Miss Haruka slowly getting even more pissed is something that no one in this classroom wants to witness. Thus, I have told Kida my story… More or less. I did not go into detail on most things and I also did not tell her of the events of yesterday. She neither has to know that I skipped class on my first day of such a prestigious school. She moved here from afar for the same academy I skipped class on my first day… Anyway, I did tell her of my village being exterminated due to the Poems of Death. I also did tell her of the possibility of myself being Blessed as well.

“Well, let’s find out!” Once the first period was over and everyone left the room I look at her in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘let’s find out’?”

“There is a real simple way to test if someone is Blessed and by which Protogoni they are blessed.”

“Oh, there is?”

“Uhh… Yeah. I would’ve thought they would have made you take that test sooner, but apparently they didn’t. Let’s just do it now real quick.”

“Won’t we come late to the next class then?”

“It’s only gym class, so who cares. I’m already muscular on my own!” She really was.

I honestly would need some exercise, but who cares. I really want to find out if I am a Blessed - I probably am - and by whom I was blessed - it was probably Lady Death. And Kida does know how to test and answer precisely those questions. I mean, there are probably other people who can also answer those… But I do not want to wait any longer. Is my life not exactly like this very situation? If one has a goal and wants to achieve it, if one has a question and wants it to be answered, should they not move as fast as they can? Should they not be acting without any patience but instead with the most speed to achieve this goal?

Anyways, we went to a single room. In the same hallway as the one holding the door to Doctor Itu’s study, we stand in front of a single door.

Kida knocks twice, then opens without any hesitation. She either has no shame and just easily bursts into rooms or the person inside has no problem with that. Well, I can’t really be one to talk. After all, I entered Doctor Itu’s room in the very same manner just yesterday.

The room is way brighter than the study of Itu, however it is far from usual as well. There is one giant armchair in the middle of the room with the rest of the room being filled with a bunch of occult things: Stickers having some signs and text to banish demons, books filled with magical knowledge or even smaller puppets and dolls. The room was eerie yet again, but it gave off a completely different vibe from the study Doctor Itu had. Doctor Itu’s study felt unsettling and just overall bizarre. It felt cold and like you have taken a room out of a temple which has not been visited by anyone in a while, shut out every light possible and then lighten up the room by candles yet again. It felt paradoxical in itself.

This room, however, feels like a child’s room which is filled with creepy stuff that the inhabitant of the room themself doesn’t really understand themselves.

The inhabitant of this very room is a man whose eyes are blocked off by a pink blindfold. His hair is standing off into each and every direction, standing proud in its brown color. He is wearing some kind of coat, symbolizing that he feels cold. However, he is also wearing green shorts, symbolizing that he feels warm. To top it off he is wearing a yellow tie despite wearing a coat. The man feels just… wrong, if I may say so.

“What’s good, Mister Hideo?” Kida greets him with a smile and walks over to him. The two of them greet each other with some kind of special handshake I barely understand.

“Hello, dear Kida! Oh! And who is that friend you have brought with you?”

“That’s Isuri Bankoku, new student! He’s here to do the whole blessing-test thingy!”

Mister Hideo seems to think for a moment, then he snips, taps his finger against his own head first, then points directly at me. “Isuri Bankoku! I remember now! It is you, the new student! The new student dear Shinohara has told me about! Well, we would have seen each other anyway once Blessing Theory would have come around, but we get to meet each other sooner than expected! Oh well, nothing bad either!” He seems to be fixing his tie - which doesn’t make sense since it is actually fixed and there are no problems with it - and smiles at me. “Kida said you wanted to determine your blessing for real, yes?”

I nod. Mister Hideo jumps out of his chair, picks up some sort of book, rips out a page without even hesitating for a second and hands it to me.

“Well, then let’s find out.”