I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Following Hiroshi Tsuneda's instructions, the staff next to him immediately took out a pair of spirit detection goggles and put them on, signaling Araki Sousuke to start "showing".

Although the staff of the association have basic inspiration, for the accuracy of the assessment, they specially borrowed a pair of precious spirit detection goggles from Lesson 9 as an aid.

"Demonstrate...spiritual power? Spells? What?"

Hearing this strange request, Araki Zongjie's expression froze, and the sweat on his forehead instantly turned into a waterfall.

Xiaoniaoyou did not mention that the interview must also show these non-existent things.

"Damn it, this salty and wet Mediterranean must be trying to make things difficult for me because of the incident on the train."

"Why, shouldn't it be, you don't even have spiritual power and despiritual spells, so you want to apply for a despiritualist?"

The corners of Hiroshi Tsuneda's eyes twitched slightly, and he looked at Sousuke Araki suspiciously.

With that stern expression, it seemed that as soon as Araki Sousuke admitted, he would be kicked out immediately.

"Don't you think, kid, that you can get rid of unknown wraiths with your violent elbow just like you did when I was obstructing the old man's 'destroyer from the rear'?" ! 』

"Yes, that's right... I've been researching a technique called 'Elimination Technique' recently..."

In desperation, Araki Sousuke had a flash of inspiration, as if he remembered something.

"It's just that the appearance of that move is relatively simple and unpretentious, and it is not suitable for demonstration in a confined space. It can barely be regarded as a practical technique..."

"Hmph, do you know how many people who have no spiritual power and want to get away with it have used this reason against me during the interviews in the past two months?!"

Hiroshi Tsuneda curled his lips impatiently with an expression of "I knew it a long time ago".

"It is precisely because you guys always use this kind of excuse that the practical test for removing spirits has already started from the moment you enter the door! And you, until now, have not noticed that the abnormal state in the room... "

"About the abnormality, can you let me concentrate on brewing it for a while, the technique will be ready soon..."

As if he had made up his mind, Sousuke Araki put his hands behind his back, and his face seemed to be wrinkled because of the embarrassment in the scene.

"Hmph, are you still quibbling and procrastinating? It's fine if you can't sense spiritual power at all, but you can't even detect this basic abnormality..."

Changtian Hiroshi snorted coldly, and pointed to the man in the corner: "Not far from you, there has been a spirit body sitting all the time. It's been so long that you can't tell it apart. If you went out to perform the mission alone, you should have gone there." There is no return... Just for this point, the previous few have done much better than you."

"Spirit, spirit body?"

After being reminded by the other party, Sousuke Araki, whose face was flushed, took off the blindfold and glanced at the man in the corner who kept his head down from beginning to end and did not speak.

Looking from his left eye, this spirit body sitting there with its head lowered and motionless does not have any resentment or abnormal scars or blood stains on its body, except for its slightly transparent body, it looks like an ordinary person.

Presumably, this is a special spirit body deliberately selected by the Spirit Eliminators Association to test the spiritual acuity and insight of the spiritual power.

"Hmph, guys like you who have been ignorant for most of your life and have awakened inspiration by luck, regard yourself as the son of luck, thinking that you can step into the world of spirit removers..."

"How unfair this is to those who have worked hard for five years, tried consecrated Buddha, inserted beads into the body, pierced the acupuncture points with golden needles, soaked the eyes with cow tears, and devoured the 'roots' of various living things, but still could not awaken their inspiration! 』

As if recalling some sad past, Tokita Hiroshi said as if talking to himself: "Even so, you don't know that there is an insurmountable gap between the real spirit remover and the inspired person." Chasm!"

Without saying a word, he let the other party be "long-winded", Araki Sousuke still sat on the spot with his hands behind his back, his whole body trembling slightly, and the expression on his face was as uncomfortable as constipation.

Seeing the delinquent boy being "speechless" by himself, Hiroshi Tsuneda became more passionate, stood up with his hands on the table, and his broken glasses reflected the light of "dedication" under the light: "The Exorcist! These three words are not as noble, mysterious, and rich as you think, but instead, they suffer in poverty all the time, burn their lives to protect the world, but are never understood by others, and walk on eggshells!"

"Oh, the feeling finally came..."

Before he finished speaking, Sousuke Araki stood up suddenly, with his left hand in front and his right hand behind him, kicking the ground, twisting his waist, and punching Hiroshi Tsuneda with a powerful punch...

"Vice-chairman Changtian please taste, my original creation of the spirit removal technique..."

Looking at the fist that was infinitely enlarged due to its rapid approach, Hiroshi Tsuneda was enveloped by a breath of death, making him unable to move like an ant under his legs.

The keen inspiration honed from years of battling with resentful spirits wailed wildly at him amidst the inexplicable and terrifying killing intent...

If you get this punch, you will definitely, absolutely die!

Oops, Oops, because I thought about Funamura-kun, I was so happy to preach, I irritated the criminal in front of me, and I couldn’t wait to kill me in the middle of the interview...

Hiroshi Tsuneda's whole body tensed up, but he was so frightened that he couldn't even close his eyes.

"...Secret Technique, Wild Kill Wave Fist! (Ara-Korosu Hadoken)"

Araki Sousuke's punch that shattered the ground that day and emptied the entire room stopped firmly ten centimeters in front of Hiroshi Tsuneda's nose, spread out softly, and turned the punch into a palm.

"Snapped."

The violent fist wind gathered into a cloud of airflow, like a large industrial fan in summer, violently hitting Hiroshi Tokoda's smooth forehead...

"Just... that's it?"

After a while, when he opened his eyes and saw the opponent's fist parked in front of him, Hiroshi Tsuneda breathed a sigh of relief, but found that the back of his suit was drenched in cold sweat.

"Plop..."

His calf softened, and he sat back on the seat.

"You guy... is this punch without spiritual fluctuations meant to intimidate the interviewer with violence?"

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly became a little annoyed and slammed his fist on the table.

Actually, he was almost scared to pee by this violent maniac's punch? !

"Wait... what kind of smell is this... good, it smells..."

As soon as the voice fell, a strong smell mixed with fishy smell and rotten eggs, accompanied by the still surging fist wind, silently shattered the olfactory organs of Hiroshi Tokota and the two men around him.

"Ugh...you...what did you do..."

"Could it be that he intends to use some new type of biochemical weapon to poison the interviewer? Uh... wow..."

"Pfft... this guy, just now, could it be that... he had poop on his hands?!"