Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

"Okay."

Noticing the curious gazes from the students of the private Toyonosaki Academy, Shizuka Hiratsuka sighed slightly.

This scene was indeed absurd.

Yozora, a single boy, accompanied by a dozen girls, and with the addition of a female teacher like herself.

The students of Sobu High were used to this, but the students of the private Toyonosaki Academy were still naive and unaware of the weight of this Sobu High Demon King.

This was the paragon who dared to publicly recite his harem list after taking first place in the joint exams.

"Alright, since no one else wants to join, let's hurry inside, there's still a line."

Led by Shizuka Hiratsuka, the group headed into Shitennoji Temple.

Rikka Takanashi and Yumiko Miura, who had been invited to join, both wore bewildered expressions.

Wait, what was happening?

How did they end up getting dragged along so inexplicably?

Was the Supernatural Quantum Mechanics Research Club a Liangshan Marsh for luring people up the mountain?

Wasn't this just blatant banditry?

"Um, Yuihama... Ah, no, Yui."

Yumiko Miura approached Yui Yuigahama, hesitatingly asking in a low voice.

"What did you drag me here for? I'm not in the same club or class as you guys."

"Relax, Yumiko."

Yui Yuigahama smiled sweetly, hooking her arm around Yumiko Miura's, speaking in an affectionate tone.

"We're friends, aren't we?"

Seeing Yui Yuigahama's innocent and friendly words, Yumiko Miura turned her head away, avoiding Yui Yuigahama's smiling gaze, raised her hand to flip her golden hair, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said in a shy tone.

"I... I guess so."

In this world, could anyone resist an invitation of friendship from Yui Yuigahama?

Perhaps there were some.

But, could anyone simultaneously resist the combined offensive of the lively and spicy Marin Kitagawa, the gentle and kind Yui Yuigahama, the friendly angel Setsuna Ogiso, the adorable and innocent Hina Yumikawa, and Touma Kazusa, who, although always making surprising remarks, could exert unexpected effects at certain times?

No.

In this world, no girl could simultaneously resist the friendship invitations from these five great generals.

With these five generals, what was there to worry about?

Shitennoji Temple, although an ancient building in Sakura Province, clearly drew inspiration from the architectural style of Kyushu, giving Yozora a long-lost sense of familiarity as he walked through it.

At the entrance, there was a lifelike statue of a Niō guardian deity, which, although just an inanimate object, exuded an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"This... is so cool!"

Without any doubt, the only one who could describe this eerie statue as "so cool" was the hardcore chuunibyou patient, Rikka Takanashi.

Led by Shizuka Hiratsuka, the group approached the Niō statue, admiring it up close.

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

From the Niō statue, a cloud of black mist suddenly burst out, quickly forming a Niō guardian deity identical to the statue, but with a more ferocious face, scanning the people in front of it with eyes as large as copper bells.

Then, as if sensing something, it quickly approached Miko Yotsuya, staring directly into her golden eyes, and said in a distorted voice that seemed to come from the underworld.

"You... can see it?"

Miko Yotsuya was expressionless, not even furrowing her brow.

Not only her, but the other psychic members with "observation" abilities also showed no reaction.

Although Mai Sakurajima and the others didn't have Miko Yotsuya's ridiculously strong mental fortitude, as professional exorcists, they had long since surpassed the point of being frightened into revealing openings by suddenly appearing evil spirits; they might furrow their brows or blink, but their ability to manage their expressions certainly met the standards.

"Niō guardian deity, huh..."

Yozora took two steps forward, standing in front of the Niō guardian deity without any hesitation, as if sizing it up, but his gaze seemed to pass directly through its body, landing on the statue that ordinary people could also see.

"Interesting."

After saying this, Yozora casually said to the people behind him.

"Alright, let's keep going, there's nothing to see here."

Hearing Yozora's words, Miko Yotsuya and the others dispelled the idea of using their psychic powers to kill the evil spirit that resembled the Niō guardian deity on the spot.

Although this evil spirit looked very much like a Niō guardian deity, they could sense that its spiritual power level wasn't strong.

The problem was that temples of Shitennoji Temple's level should have guardian deities born alongside the place.

Even the dilapidated Golden Goat Head place that no one visited, without even a human divine messenger, only occasionally inspected, could give birth to something like Him, so how could Shitennoji Temple, with its constant stream of people and extremely prosperous incense offerings, not have one?

This didn't make any sense.

There were only two possible explanations: first, the guardian deity born here was destroyed by some evil, and the mastermind was definitely related to this; second, from the beginning...

What was born in this temple, which gathered the faith of the masses, wasn't a benevolent being.

Of course, for Yozora, there was no difference.

The relics should be returned to their original owners... Forget it, this thing couldn't be called returning to its original owner, it should be called giving it to the right person to make the most of it.

Evil spirits should be eaten too.

"Can't... see it?"

The Niō guardian deity stood at the entrance, watching the group walk into the temple, muttering to itself, its body transforming back into black smoke and disappearing.

......

After entering Shitennoji Temple and wandering around, when they arrived at the last place, the hall where a Buddha statue was enshrined, Utaha Kasumigaoka looked at Eriri Spencer Sawamura, who had her eyes closed and hands clasped as if praying, and said softly.

“Just a heads up, the deity here doesn’t handle matters of love.”

“Eh? It doesn’t handle…”

Eriri subconsciously spoke halfway before belatedly realizing it, her fair face slightly flushed.

“I… I’m not praying for anything as trivial as luck in love.”

“Is that so?”

Utaha Kasumigaoka nodded noncommittally, then made the exact same gesture as Eriri just now, and then deliberately spoke in a volume that wasn't too loud, but loud enough for Eriri to hear clearly.

“I hope Buddha blesses me, so that Yozora and I can become a couple, and then hug, hold hands, kiss, and of course, have some steamy things at night…”

“Stop, stop!”

Eriri really couldn't listen anymore, feeling both ashamed and angry.

“You… you, don't you dare spout nonsense here!”

“Hehe.”

Utaha Kasumigaoka looked like she had succeeded in her scheme, looking at Eriri, who was about to turn into a steam-powered machine, and couldn't help but retort.

“To be honest, I find it hard to understand how someone who draws that kind of thing can be so shy just by hearing these words. Have you developed some kind of peculiar split personality?”

“You… what do you know? That’s art!”

“Then why don’t you show your art to everyone at school?”

“You…”

The blonde loser Eriri was no match for the black-stockinged, sensual, sharp-tongued Utaha Kasumigaoka.

On the other side of the hall, Yozora reached out his hand to Nishimiya Yuzuru, greeting her with a smile.

“Nishimiya-san, it seems like this is our first time meeting. I didn’t even have a chance to say hello. I’m very happy to meet you.”

Nishimiya Yuzuru nodded and lightly shook hands with Yozora.

Seeing this scene, Mai Sakurajima and the others all had a strange thought.

They seemed to be witnessing history.

The hand that Yozora extended at this moment was not just a hand, but the demonic claw that the God of Harem extended towards Nishimiya Yuzuru.

After Nishimiya Yuzuru shook hands with Yozora, she took out the notebook she always carried with her and wrote a line on it, then held it up in front of Yozora.

“My name is Nishimiya Yuzuru. I’m very happy to meet you, Yozora-kun.”

“Hmm? I remember… you can speak, right?”

“My voice is a bit strange… so, I usually communicate with others in this way.”

Seeing this sentence, Yozora waved his hand dismissively and smiled.

“Just speak. If you speak and I don’t understand, that’s my problem, not your responsibility.”

Hearing his words, Nishimiya Yuzuru was first stunned, and then mustered her courage and said softly in a slightly strange tone.

“Toma… Toma-kun, said the same thing to me too.”

“Because that’s the way it should be.”

Yozora said with a matter-of-fact expression, his tone calm.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way you speak. If someone laughs at you because of it, it only means that there’s something wrong with their ears, and it’s not your fault. Life is like this. Instead of blaming everything on myself, I prefer to put all the blame on other people’s heads. Can’t adapt to me? Then that’s other people’s problem.”

Speaking of this, Yozora paused for a moment, looked directly into Nishimiya Yuzuru's eyes, and smiled.

“If someone hates someone as cute as you, then it can only mean that it’s their own problem, not your fault.”

Hearing these words, Nishimiya Yuzuru couldn't help but be stunned, and a hint of emotion appeared in her eyes.

And Mai Sakurajima and the others standing not far away had a complicated expression on their faces.

It wasn't because of Yozora's straight-ball attack. This guy's straight-ball attack didn't feel like an active skill, but a passive skill with no cooldown, triggered directly when the conditions were met.

The point is…

At this moment, a monster spirit similar in size to the Buddha statue, with four eyes, dark skin, and light golden patterns, was sticking its head next to Yozora's, its four eyes turning strangely, its gaze locked on Yozora's face.

As expected of the God of Harem.

Even in the presence of such a huge, terrifying evil spirit, he can still nonchalantly launch a straight-ball attack on Nishimiya Yuzuru!?

Chapter 318 Purity Exorcism, The Day of Cleansing Osaka

And in the corner of the hall, Yui Yuigahama was whispering to Yumiko Miura.

“Yumiko, join us!”

Hearing Yui Yuigahama's sudden, unclear words, Yumiko Miura was stunned.

“Join… what?”

“Of course, join our club.”

“Me?”

Yumiko Miura looked at Yozora, who was talking to Nishimiya Yuzuru in the distance, and then looked at Yui Yuigahama, who was smiling sweetly in front of her, her eyes looking a little complicated, and said noncommittally.

“You… even if you’re a natural airhead, there should be a limit. Who would actively invite a rival to join the club?”

“Rival?”

Hearing this word, Yui Yuigahama waved her hand casually, looking indifferent.

“We’re all friends, there’s no such thing as rivals.”

Yumiko Miura was already starting to feel outrageous.

No, can your heart, Yui Yuigahama, really reach this level?

Yumiko Miura even felt a little ashamed of herself.

“But…”