When Shizuka, revealing her disguise for a moment, blinked her aura and entered the clearing, the leader of the local yokai and his hook-nosed henchman number two (and number one was just her, Mizuchi) were discussing the end of the raid on the crazy "spirit of the graves." And where did the jerk come from?

The main yokai was about to tell the whistling girl, who had not appeared by the beginning of the short fight, what he thought of her independent antics, but when he saw her hair tied up and tied in a braid, he lost his way a little, and his claim sounded very similar to "What the fuck?!"

"I found a man in the woods by the river, a child, you know. She took me out of the woods. That is all." she replied indifferently in response to two questioning glances, sitting down on her favorite branch.

The Hawk-nosed Man grinned, but the Corpse Eater couldn't stand it.:

"Since when do you see people off instead of scaring the shit out of them.. gray hair?"

"He wasn't afraid of me, you know." The snake still spoke indifferently.

"How's that?"

"My appearance didn't affect him."

"You took off your disguise, I saw the reflections from the slope. Anyone in an aura of power experiences mild discomfort." He knew what he was talking about.

"So he's just not everyone." Shizuka stated phlegmatically.

After giving her an incredulously amazed look, the leader only silently raised his eyes to the sky, as if asking, "why am I doing all this?"

But the Hawk-Nosed Man finally gave his squeaky and nasty voice in this guise:

"Maybe he tied your braid, too." But Mizuchi ignored the question with a look that could have been deciphered from "if you're jealous, make yourself one" to "fuck you." And silence descended on the clearing.

Lying on a feather bed, little yokai was actually thinking the same thing: about a strange, not timid child, whose body was just slightly absorbing the bursting power of a powerful spirit that was trying to penetrate him. This can explain his calmness. Some kind of amulet? It will be interesting to see this amulet if it really is the effect of the amulet. In the old families of priests, there were sometimes extremely interesting gizmos that could work for centuries without recharging from a magician... or which could recharge themselves. But there were also Amakawa amulets, which were legendary. Especially about the ones that were made for the Yokai. In addition, another reason is that the possibility of sitting out an exorcist raid in one of the houses, if she falls under it, is much greater if there is such an "overwhelming" amulet in this house.

Then, during a short conversation, the River Goddess, convinced that she knew human society well, suddenly found out about a completely huge gap in knowledge, ranging from the dissemination of information to the banal "idea of spirits" on the part of people. Magicians are also people, and she often has to disguise herself as a human — in a big city, you can't get to some places otherwise... and her hair was really styled for the first time since... as there was no one else. And, according to the boy's reservations, it seems that he, too, has become an orphan and lives alone. Okay, that's settled, and as soon as the summer current washes the shoal back to the flooded island, from which these abnormal creatures crawl out every year, you'll still need to go to the city to explore. That's when she and... Talk to you? Shizuka was slightly surprised to find that she was actually slightly interested and a little worried. I really didn't expect it from myself. Mizuchi spread out a page from her notebook, memorizing the address. With her lousy job, papers and objects afraid of water didn't live in her pockets for long anyway.

Interlude 8. City center, police headquarters. The office of the Head of the Department for the investigation of crimes committed or related to occult purposes, as well as ritual or magical actions

Yes-Yes, that's what the department was called. Do you know why there are so few sacrifices in Japan, conducted by all sorts of profane people, as well as sects and religious fraudsters? But Tsuchimikado magicians don't like to be interrupted from their work by such nonsense. They can also apply a fireball (it especially affects various "demon summoners". Light a fireball, show the icon and ask unobtrusively: "Did you summon demons?").

There is only one department for such a specific topic in the whole city, which is much more important than the fact that there are only two employees in it besides the boss. Well, if necessary, you can call a rapid response team from Home — fortunately it is not so far away, and there are helicopters to the House, and secondly, there is a whole staff of these weaklings from the committee. So there are rumors that when the promotion comes, the department will be taken out of the city altogether. To spit in the sky, to arrange rare raids on all sorts of small fry or to catch charlatans is a waste of such a wonderful resource as the combat magicians of the strongest clan in Japan. There's enough "garbage" here to protect you from every little thing. Moreover, in winter and spring, when the underwater dam is being washed away, all sorts of animals stopped coming, otherwise they used to come in droves — five or six pieces per season. Should I go check out the mountains? Maybe some kind of crap has settled there, which eats up everyone passing by in vain?

Todoki yawned, and it was at that moment that the front door opened and the chief of "minor and domestic problems" entered. The largest department in the city was giving its head a lot of headaches, and now we have to go to these black box snobs. He's a damn tour player, and he fucked me up, and he fucked himself up. Well, who asked him to expose himself?

But Mizuhara said something completely different out loud — and in a rather "fawning" voice — everyone knows the fact that damn Tsuchi has a scam at the very top:

"Todoki-san, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have a case of your profile here."

"?" Todoki raised an eyebrow, nodding slightly at the bow.

"Here, a wound inflicted by something strange."

"Something strange, how is that?"

"Well, sort of... like a fireball." The head of "household" said in a more apologetic tone, as if hinting that he would not have come up with such nonsense, but here are the instructions.

"Oh my. Come on, give me your unscientific fiction. So, so, "a round-shaped burn, shock damage to the muscles of the back and face, clothing and the place of detection bear traces of the presence of a weak shock wave"? Well, it's quite interesting! Yamamoto, Yamamoto-kun! Yamo... Damn, he also snores. Mi-chan, kick Yamo-kun already, I need his report."

The secretary girl, she's an operative, she's a financially responsible person and the head of the household unit (well, a small department, a small one!), without looking up from her nails, stood up and kicked her foot (though without shoes), knocking down a third employee who was really snoring.

"You could just shake him by the shoulder," Yamamoto muttered, unharmed, as he rose from the corner. "What is it, Chief?"

"Didn't you monitor the park at Blooming?"

"Well I."

"Were there any manifestations of you-know-what?"

"Not a single Voldemort has been spotted, Chief?" The bully grinned and immediately smoothly dodged another low kick from the "secretary". "Mi, don't be a bully!"

"I'm not your Mi! And don't you dare call Him by His first name," The girl frowned "menacingly", shaking the volume of "Deathly Hallows" in her hands. Todoki looked at this farce with a smile, and the head of the "household" silently blushed. He had a lot to say, but he didn't want to lose his job. And the crazy "mystics" humiliated everyone. Finally, the main "mystic" "remembered" about his counterpart:

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but you see, it's not for us? Give me the folder, I'll attach it to the archive, but I'm sorry — there's nothing to investigate here. And tell me, my friend, have you found traces of any chemicals in your skin or clothes?"

"We found," bytovik replied, restraining his irritation, "nitrocellulose."

"Holy shit, what a mystical line-up, chief!" Yamamoto cut in.

"The chemists are funny these days. Look, my friend, I think they were schoolchildren or students. Who's there overseeing the explosives reagents? Let them go through lectures and commissions, checking the consumption of nitric and sulfuric acids and what else is needed there? Otherwise, the kids will blow up the police building next time, purely for educational purposes, of course." The head of the household department gritted his teeth distinctly and left, but did not forget to bow goodbye.

And, despite the offense, I took note of the idea of the chief of the "mystics" — in which case, there will be someone to turn the tables on for the extra fuss. For all their "virtues," Tsuchimikado never go back on their words.

Part 15

Chapter 90.

I returned home, but Kuzaki is not there yet. I made myself a sandwich — my young and growing body has already digested half of the bento. I sat down at my desk and turned on the "top" computer in my room. Yeah, when was the last time I worked for him? He thought about it. Did I mention that things are getting out of control? Now they're raining down on my head like bricks. My wonderful plan, is this how you could take and complete points A and B in just a year? And I naively thought how wonderfully slow and boring I would be doing self-discovery (since the Ferry is a part of me, it means self-discovery), and then this! By the way, what's next on the plan? Google Docs, the language is Russian. Yeah, here it is: "C) Make weapons and defenses to demonstrate your strength (and so that you don't get hurt if you fail)." I wonder which cami I made laugh? Or are they already amicably gathered in the astral around my mortal carcass and making fun of my solo performance?

Well, yes. I had an attack of self-irony against the background of the realization of my real ability to manage the situation. And I think I've already gotten used to the risk. And that's right, if after every case where you could get into a big mess, you walk away with shaking hands, emptying the refrigerator and sleeping nervously, you won't have enough health, even if you still figure out how to fix some physiological problems of the body by Ferry, like the telomerase reaction and the physiological shutdown of thymus cell proliferation... [Yuto talks about the easiest to eliminate natural reactions of the body involved in the mechanism of aging].

Damn. After all, running into a Yokai lair like that is a talent you have to have. I don't even know whether to admire myself or scold? What if Shizuka really shows up on my doorstep soon? Well, let's say everything is clear with the map, and the strangest hamsters can be removed from sight... just don't release them into the wild in the park, otherwise the residents will worry why atomic and chemically active waste began to be stored in their favorite place for walks.

How long would it take her to get to the house of the descendant of the exorcists? Well, she probably won't kill the magical one, but the relationship will be completely ruined. Or should I follow the Yuta method from the canon? That's not going to work, right, I need to get the snake interested in me, and not make it watch out of fear that I'll kill someone from the spirit people? I think she will objectively assess my ability to kill someone and proudly retire for five years to remind me of myself after removing the amulet. And I will be able to put an end to my desire to find additional allies among the Ayakashi. However, on a hunch, he called Mizuchi to his house... so, subconsciously, I assumed the possible benefits of such a meeting were higher than the possible risks. So I relaxed early, the situation with Shizuka has not been resolved yet.

So, think, think. My grandfather is an exorcist, a Himary breeder, and he probably personally managed to kill someone. But my parents became pacifists... That's it! Heh, and the answer is really on the surface. My parents left the clan. And they were killed, I'm sure of it, not by evidence, but by logic. To kill a man who owns a Ferry, who has a normal clan education, in his own car, but by hitting the car against the car? Is it logical? Everything is logical. And even though I grew up with my grandfather for the first six or seven years, they took me away and didn't let me teach. The question is "why?" That's what you're asking for, isn't it? But because my parents didn't want to see me as an exorcist, it's elementary. Oops! Then it turns out that the situation with the amulet and the sealing of power looks completely different: I remember from the canon how little Yuto promises little Kues to "kill all people," in the sense of yokai. And communication with a pack of spirits, which, as logic suggests, was supposed to prepare the future "spirit sleeper" for the peculiarities of the way of thinking and the specifics of the behavior of spirits. That is, the first stage of training, as it should be in the clan, took place at my age of three or four, or even right from scratch. If the good grandfather wanted me to become an exorcist, then it is absolutely undesirable to erase these critically important memories. After all, Himari has no information about the "Ferry" in the canon (considering how the poor cat was shaken a couple of times by Tsuchi together with Kasuri in the Tsuchimikado house, it makes sense). And from this we make a logical conclusion that everything important about working with the Ferry of Light, including, possibly, the hiding places with libraries, was informed to the heir in advance. Does it fit? There don't seem to be any flaws in the logic.

Okay, now about the amulet. I REALLY doubt that master artefactor Amakawa, now that I imagine the abilities of a trained, experienced user of my clan's "kekkei genkai" could have screwed up in such a way that critically important memories were affected. Is it logical? Quite. It's possible that the amulet was supposed to hide these memories from me until I was sixteen, but Yuto didn't remember anything about the Ferry in the canon, just something from personal communication. And then, suppressing unrestrained sex followed by a razor stroke by the notorious Occam, we get an awesome result: my parents erased my memories! Ta-dam, you've won a super prize: amnesia with love!

In light of this, the story of the amulet itself looks in a completely different light. So, I'll try to restore the events in retrospect:

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