I think Onmyo eyes sounds better than Reikan or Yin-Yang Sight. Tell me what you think.
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"Should we deal with these ghosts?" Akiyama Ren asked, his voice low but steady as he watched the spectral parade drift through the commercial district like a scene from a horror anime.
Kurahashi Kyōko shook her head. "No need. As long as they don't actively attack humans, we leave them alone. Most of them were once people—spirits clinging to this world. Purifying vengeful spirits is the duty of Exorcists, not Onmyōji."
Ren nodded slightly. Her explanation jogged his memory—something Maki Zen'in had once told him over a cup of bitter green tea came rushing back.
In the heart of modern-day Japan, three major supernatural organizations stood watch, each tasked with managing a specific type of paranormal threat.
Jujutsu Sorcerers specialized in cursed techniques and eliminating Curse Spirits. Onmyōji were trained to banish wandering spirits and demons. Exorcists, under the government's Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Office, took on vengeful spirits and the more malicious entities that slipped through the cracks.
Each group had carved out its domain, with an unspoken rule not to interfere in one another's affairs.
Currently, Jujutsu Sorcerers stood at the top, largely thanks to one overwhelming figure: Gojo Satoru, whose legendary strength had kept the tide of curses at bay. But there was a catch—the Jujutsu community was tiny, and the number of active Curse Spirits was exploding. The pressure was relentless.
There had been a proposal from the Jujutsu Alliance to enlist the aid of the Onmyōji. After all, Onmyōji were numerous, and if even a portion helped combat Curse Spirits, the situation could be controlled.
But bureaucracy killed the dream. The Onmyō Agency, bound by government regulation and tradition, refused. They argued they had enough on their plate with restless spirits and yokai, and couldn't afford to spare manpower.
The refusal had ignited friction between the factions, pushing the Jujutsu Alliance and Onmyō Agency into a passive-aggressive cold war.
Ironically, the Exorcists—despite being the least flashy—were the most hardworking. When faced with vengeful spirits, Curse Spirits, or even low-level demons, they would charge in regardless of risk. Strength didn't matter to them. They would find a way. And because of that, they suffered the highest casualties among the three.
Ren couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the whole situation.
In his eyes, it all felt… inefficient.
Why keep everything so divided? The Onmyōji had the numbers—why not reassign some to help fight the curse epidemic? It was like a company where one department was drowning in work while others hoarded idle staff. Collapse was inevitable.
And another thing—why wait for wandering spirits to turn violent before acting?
By the time a ghost crossed the line into a vengeful spirit, it was often too late for the humans they attacked. Wouldn't it be smarter to eliminate them preemptively?
But, of course, these were just thoughts. Akiyama Ren had no intention of solving the systemic problems of Japan's supernatural bureaucracy.
Let the country burn. The ones dying weren't his problem.
"Forget it. Let's go buy some wagashi," Ren said, brushing off the thought with a casual shrug.
"Mm." Kyōko nodded, following alongside him.
They strolled toward the shop, but just as they stepped back into the heart of the commercial district, something strange happened.
The ghosts.
Those same wandering spirits that had filled the streets like a fog of death moments ago—suddenly scattered in all directions, fleeing like frightened animals.
One by one, they vanished into alleys, behind walls, or through the air, their ethereal forms trembling as they put distance between themselves and Akiyama Ren.
Kyōko's eyes widened, her mouth parting in shock. "W-What…? What did you do?"
Ren looked at her, amusement flickering in his golden eyes. "I didn't do anything. They're just scared."
She looked at him as though seeing him for the first time.
"You… what are you, exactly? Why are they so terrified of you?"
He chuckled. "If I told you I wasn't human, but a god, would you believe me?"
Kyōko recoiled slightly, frowning. "That's impossible. There are no gods in this world."
She said it like a reflex—like a child reciting what they'd been taught in school. Logic. Science. Structure.
But Ren raised an eyebrow. "And yet this world has ghosts, curses, yokai, demons… even reincarnation. Why can't gods exist?"
She froze.
Kyōko's thoughts were spinning.
Her entire life, she had been taught that gods were myths—fairy tales to comfort the ignorant. The official doctrine of the Onmyō Agency was clear: gods do not exist.
But Akiyama Ren's words echoed in her mind like a drop of ink in still water.
"If ghosts, curses, spirits, and reincarnation are real… then why can't gods exist?"
She had no answer.
Her brows furrowed in thought, but Ren only smiled as he watched her inner world spiral into chaos.
"Don't dwell on it," he said, his tone light. "Let's grab some wagashi and head back before sunset."
Without waiting for a reply, he reached out and gently took her hand.
Kyōko froze. Her cheeks flared red, but she didn't pull away. She simply lowered her head and allowed herself to be led, her fingers curling ever so slightly into his.
They continued through the shopping street, but wherever Ren went, the ghosts—hundreds of wandering souls—vanished in fear. Like ink dispersing in water, they retreated the moment he came near, their intangible forms trembling.
This strange sight didn't go unnoticed.
Not far away, a girl in a khaki school uniform stood frozen beneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree. Her straight, jet-black hair glistened in the light, framing a soft, delicate face. Her golden eyes shimmered, filled with a quiet intelligence, though framed by dark circles—signs of sleepless nights.
There was something fragile about her. A quiet beauty tinged with exhaustion and fear, like a porcelain doll trying to hold herself together.
She stared at Ren, wide-eyed.
He's different… The ghosts—they're avoiding him. Completely…
Her chest tightened. For the first time in forever, the pressure around her eased. The ghosts that tormented her constantly were gone—as if his very presence exorcised them.
He can save me… I need to be near him!
Without a second thought, she began following Ren at a subtle distance, clinging to the safety his aura seemed to provide.
Though her movements were quiet, both Ren and Kyōko noticed her almost immediately.
"She's following us," Kyōko said telepathically, casting a silent incantation.
"Let her," Ren replied through the same spell. "Let's see what she wants."
"Got it," Kyōko nodded, returning to picking wagashi with a calm face.
They arrived at a small, old-fashioned sweet shop, filled with nostalgic charm and the scent of red bean and matcha.
"Pick whatever you like," Ren said.
Kyōko's eyes lit up, and she excitedly filled a bag with her favorites, smiling like a child at a festival.
Ren, meanwhile, turned his gaze back to the girl quietly trailing behind them.
Recognition flickered in his eyes.
Those eyes... the Onmyō Eyes. And not just any—those are the highest-tier, awakened eyes…
He narrowed his gaze.
Yotsuya Miko.From "Mieruko-chan."
Akiyama Ren let out a small laugh.
So it was true—this world had become a fusion of anime universes. And she was the sixth character from a different series he had come across since arriving.
It made perfect sense. Yotsuya Miko had the worst kind of ability: the power to see ghosts in full, horrifying detail—while being completely unable to fight them.
She was constantly tormented, unable to scream, forced to pretend she couldn't see the grotesque creatures surrounding her at all times.
And now she's found me. Because to her, I'm like salvation—safety. The one place the ghosts won't follow.
Ren's lips curved upward.
She's cute… And definitely my type.
But he wasn't feeling particularly noble today.
He raised a hand slightly, letting a small wisp of cursed energy snake through the air like a shadowy ribbon. It drifted toward a wandering ghost in the alley—a bloated, faceless entity idling near a flickering vending machine.
In an instant, the cursed energy invaded its body.
The transformation was violent.
Its limbs elongated grotesquely. New arms sprouted like spider legs. Its torso stretched, twisted, and split into a segmented mass—turning into a writhing human centipede. Its howling became a distorted screech, reverberating across the street.
It had now become a hybrid of vengeful spirit and Curse Spirit—something equivalent to a Grade 2 manifestation.
Ren's fingers flicked lazily, commanding the monstrosity like a puppet master pulling strings.
The creature lunged—straight toward Yotsuya Miko.
She turned, her golden eyes locking with the twisted abomination—and froze.
A shriek caught in her throat as her body trembled. She took a step back, her face pale, legs shaking.
A faint trickle of yellow ran down her thigh, unnoticed even by herself.
Ren saw it all.
He clicked his tongue in mild disgust—not at her, but at himself.
That was a little cruel, even for me…