A Yokai Volunteer

Baishi Shū stood steadfast on the roof, with his gilded staff in his hand. The moonlight showered his shoulder, forming a silver halo of light around his body. He had a faint smile on his face, and he exuded the vibes of a holy monk. If it were not for his black monk robes and his clean-shaven head, he was certain that his image as a holy monk would be even more perfect. 

Just as he was lamenting about his image, the girl, who had been turned into a yokai by the soul orb, materialized from the wall and flew up to the roof. Newton would have certainly clawed his way out of his coffin if he got wind of this scene.

"You are…?" Hoshino Riho asked hesitantly. She had encountered too much tonight. 

Firstly, it was a four-faced yokai who said that it had seen an atomic bomb explode before. Then, it was a young monk who hung outside her window like a ghost. If the yokai had not shown up first, Hoshino Riho would have certainly thought of the monk as a pervert.