I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 174 - 102. Little Boy, Tiny yet Great (Two-in-One, 10,000-Word Mega Chapter)_2

Chapter 174: 102. Little Boy, Tiny yet Great (Two-in-One, 10,000-Word Mega Chapter)_2

"When I was still young, I argued against my father’s idea because being a hero is tiring."

"Father said, being a hero is indeed exhausting. Take the stars in the sky, for example. From Earth, separated by thousands of light-years, countless stars form a beautiful and brilliant scene."

"People looking up at the starry sky from the ground might say ’How beautiful! If only I could shine like those stars.’ But, the stargazers might not realize that maybe those stars are suffering. You must know, they are burning at billions of degrees. Moreover, they have to keep shining until all their heat is consumed, until they vanish into the vast universe. It’s no exaggeration to say it’s truly a hardship."

"But what choice do the stars have?"

"If they do not continue to shine, the Earth would fall into darkness, and life would become extinct." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"So, my father told me, those who have the ability naturally should bear the responsibility of shining and warming, to uphold a warm, bright world for all living things."

At this point, Fujiwara Reya paused to organize his thoughts.

People pondered the meaning of these words, and slowly realized that these words seemed to step beyond a human perspective. Comparatively, it was more like describing why one must shoulder the responsibility of maintaining life’s continuity from a god’s perspective.

This broadened the perspective significantly.

"In this year and more in Tokyo, I have completed over a hundred exorcism commissions," Fujiwara Reya continued, speaking steadily now that his thoughts were organized, "Among them, the one with the most victims in a single commission was an incident I encountered this month at a construction site. A full two hundred or so victims, cruelly slaughtered and trapped on the site, using their souls to foster vengeful spirits."

The hall filled with sounds of gasps.

An atmosphere of shock hovered over the entire hall, making it feel as if one were in a completely unrealistic environment.

"Over 200 victims..." Fujiwara Reya sighed, his voice not loud but clear, "To me, this disaster of a case wasn’t about 200 people dying, but rather, one person dying, occurring over 200 times."

"Amitabha."

Koubun Monk sighed lightly.

He stood up from his seat, solemnly reciting the Rebirth Mantra.

Inspired by him, all the monks and nuns in the hall stood up to chant the Rebirth Mantra together.

Though the Shinto priestesses didn’t have the corresponding mantra to mourn the dead, they too stood up, bowed their heads in silent mourning. Amid the atmosphere of mourning, Fujiwara Reya walked towards the high platform, stepped up slowly, but did not sit; instead, he stood on the platform, facing the entire hall.

When the mourning ended, everyone raised their heads to look at him.

"Once dressed in this attire, one must naturally assume the responsibilities it represents." Fujiwara Reya forcefully patted his left chest, his expression solemn and eyes resolute, "I buy graves for unrelated people not for any gain, but because, wearing this attire, I failed to protect them during their lifetimes and let them meet unjust deaths. Those four graves, each one is a way to make up for my dereliction, to fulfill the last piece of responsibility for them!"

His words were loud and clear, rendering the hall silent.

At that moment, the young man before everyone was small yet magnificent.

"Good!"

Mrs. Kasahara gently brushed her sleeves, pressed her hands to her thighs, and bowed solemnly.

"Good!"

The other three directors also performed a great bow.

"Great goodness by Master Fujiwara!"

Five to six thousand people simultaneously bent down, showing the highest respect to the young man on the platform.

Numerous pure and immense energy-filled white light clusters emerged from those with divine power, continuously merging into Fujiwara Reya’s body.

In an instant.

Fujiwara Reya clenched his fists tightly.

With a "bang".

The ceremonial robe billowed, and the white robe fluttered.

The infusion was too much at once.

Fujiwara Reya had some difficulty handling it momentarily.

He opened up various parts of his body desperately to absorb, ultimately still spilling some, yet even so, his power instantly elevated by a small threshold, jumping from intermediate to advanced demon general.

And the experience bar filled directly to the top, just a small step away from the king level.

Even a large portion of internal injuries were almost healed.

The sudden turbulent airflow caught the attention of the four directors, yet looking around, they couldn’t figure out where the disturbance originated from.

At this moment, Fujiwara Reya had returned to the corridor’s center.

Despite striving to control his facial expression, a trace of a pleased smile couldn’t help but emerge at the corner of his mouth.

This was indeed an unexpected surprise!

After the earlier scene, Fujiwara Reya’s name saw a sharp rise in reputation within the Onmyo-ryo, and with his reputation went his prestige. As his reputation improved, so too would that of the Asakusa Shrine he represented. When the shrine expanded and applied to restore the director’s seat, the resistance they faced would naturally diminish.

After all, the power of wishes is real and cannot be contributed by an insincere heart.

Apart from a small number of people whose wishes did not emanate, most people present were moved by his earlier words.

"Please guide Aosaki more in the future, Master Fujiwara," requested the Shankoku Temple Abbot.

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