Chapter 11.3: Not Suicidal III

Chapter 11.3: Not Suicidal III

Leavingimy bike at the convenience store might inconvenience Takenaka and Hirai again. I hidimy bike in the forest a short distance away from the store.

Afterithat, relying on Yakumos memory, I continued walking along the path for a while and found a spot where the bushes were in disarray, where his bike must have crashed into them.

Theimuddy soil, weeds, and snapped branches that had been trampled by theitires

Thisiis undoubtedly the spot.

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Fromihere, the world was truly pitch-black with no streetlights. It marked the entrance to the sea of trees. Darkness abounded throughout the place, conjuring up such a disturbing phrase as once in, the living will be ensnared by the darkness, blinded from the way out, and imprisoned for all eternity.

To allay my fears, I turned on the flashlight I had bought at the convenience store earlier.

Suchia place I couldnt bring myself to go into, even for a test of courage.

Theidimension. Theiair. Theyiwere too different.

Theiconcrete on which I was standing now was utterly foreign from the darkness on the other side. A boundary existed.

Theibranches swaying faintly, as if beckoning me, I wondered where in the world the wind was blowing from.

I clearedimy throat.

Areiyou scared, Sonny?

Youiwerent afraid to enter this place?

Well, thats partiof my job.

Iidont get it

Iniplace of me, who was not taking the first step, Yakumo took the lead and proceeded to the inner side. As I followed him, I tried not to leave too much space between the two of us.

Dont fret, Ill protect you.

Evenithough we were walking together, my footsteps were the only sound, and his words were not very trustworthy.

Ill try to look after myself if at all possible, but dont you suddenly disappear on your own.

Yes, yes. Translator: MadHatter

Withoutiany fear, he continued on his way, not even relying on the light of my flashlight, and when I looked back, the place where I had entered was gradually fading into the distance.

Aisense of regret filled me as I followed Yakumos lead.

Sooniwe were shrouded in absolute darkness, as though the entrance were obstructed by trees. Despite not having a phobia of the dark, I naturally felt unstable when enveloped in such thick darkness. Within minutes, the warm wind and the glances I felt coming at me from every anglewhich may or may not have been my imaginationstarted to induce strange sensations in me.

Whatiwas I doing? Did Yakumo really wish for me to help him?

Wasiwhat Yakumo had said the truth?

Whereiwas Yakumo trying to lead me?

Was I possibly being deceived by thisiguy?

Andiso on

Despiteithe absence of any means to grasp such things, my thoughts kept flowing unabatedly. The further I progressed, the more my suspicions about him began to sprout inside me, and the more I lost all sense of stability.

What would become of me from nowion?

Youre beginning to suspect me, right?

Huh What?

Yakumos spot-on assumption sent my heart skipping aibeat. He then put his arm around my head and grinned unconcernedly.

Thisiplace is such a place, full of a miasma that can destabilize people.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Miasma?Not shared on aggregator sites

Negativeiaura that is detrimental to the human body. The density of this aura is particularly high in suicide spots and accident-prone areas, which are the root of the negative spiral. Thats why people die in droves, and because it can numb the human psyche, its extremely poisonous to the average person

Atithis point, Yakumo halted.

I know youre getting more and more ridiculous about cooperating with me, a man you dont even know who I am, and who may beideceiving you. After all, I dont feel comfortable dragging ordinary people into this I can turn back now, and take you to the exit.

Theniwhat about you?

Imigoing to search for my body alone.

Then I will accompany you.

You sure?

Yeah, Iijust got a little nervous, thats all.

I see, but dont strain yourself. I really appreciate your help, but if something should befall you, take care of yourself, okay?

Me? Im paying the bill for the life I ruined. Right now, Im training at a local ramen shop.

Surprisingly, he was working diligently.

Wait

You, please dont tell me your job is to come all the way down here to deliver food

No, not at all.

Then why did you bother to come all the way down here?

Thats my night job. As I told you before, I specialize in exterminating evil spirits.

The guy turned around and his eyes seemed to glow with lights.

Exterminating evil spirits?

Speaking of which, this guy said the same thing a while back about how he was going to exorcise evil spirits

I didnt feel like I should poke into it too much, so I let it slide perfectly but

The word evil spirit exterminator means exorcising spirits. I may look like this, but Im a professional evil spirit exterminator who is called a professional at eliminating haunted spots. During the day, I work at a ramen shop.

What the hell is that?e12dqwc

My night job is to clean up haunted places, suicide spots, and spiritual paths to prevent them from becoming haunted places. I drive away evil spirits and help lost souls attain Buddhahood as well.

According to him, while working on the front side of the world during the day, at night he operated a motorcycle from place to place as a side job to drive away the spirits that wandered in the world.

And Yakumos nighttime identity, which he could not reveal to the public, was what he called an evil spirit exterminator.

In short, an evil spirit exterminator was a person who exorcised and purified demons.

Simply put, their main job was to guide spirits who had become trapped in an insidious atmosphere to their proper destination.

Though I had never heard of this name before, I heard that apparently throughout Japan besides Yakumo, many other people with similar titles were active in this field, utilizing their own abilities.

Hirais mother, Ayame, was a well-known medium in Hokkaido, and Yakumo was in the same category.

Well, its like a minor version of the psychics on TV or something, like the indies on CDs, right?

Thats an understandable analogy, but I dont get it.

Well, its an underworld profession that the general public is unaware of.

Somehow

It was a fishy story.

What are you talking about? Spirits are everywhere, and there are those who have to clean them up!

When there was a mess, there was bound to be someone to clean it up, right? It sounded like that.

Do you voluntarily enter such a place? Isnt it risky to do that

Well, if I miscalculate my strength, I could get struck back, but this path is quite long, so I dont mind that.

The reason for his bloody condition yesterday was somewhat understandable.

That fresh wound under the chin, I wondered if that was the same case.

Specters, can they attack physically?

Specters are not really physical, but they can move things and do things with extreme force, and if you get hit by one, you will end up like I was yesterday.

Why would you go to such bloody lengths to put yourself in jeopardy?

Normally, even if I had such an ability, I would certainly not be willing to do such a thing.

Noimatter how many lives I may have, I had a feeling that it would not be enough. And yet, this guy carried wounds all over his body thatididnt seem to go away regardless of the passage of time.

Eveninow, he was dying, and yet he stepped into suchia place by himself Why was that

Yesterday, had he turned back when he came to theiconvenience store, this would not have taken place.

Despiteithis, was there a solid reason why he was willing to put himself in danger toicontinue hisiwork to deal with those evil spirits?

Of course thereiis.

WheniI asked him that, Yakumo gave me a small snicker and said to me lightly and seriously as if it was a matteriof course.

Im going toieradicate the crowds that flock to haunted places.

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