Chapter 83. Soul fire rendition

Chapter 83. Soul fire rendition

　　The soul fire rose up to the sky, but the only people who could see this scene were people with extraordinary powers like Kitagawaji.

　　With the mass of soul fire disappeared all over the city, the soul lamp holding the soul fire also went out one by one and drifted away, and only one soul lamp was left in the end.

　　But the soul flame of this soul lamp did not disappear, but also jumped out, lightly resting in front of Kitagawaji.

　　From this soul lamp, Kitagawaji seems to be able to see the voice and appearance of Sakiya Yukie.

　　The cold prompt sounded at this point.

　　System prompt: 'Sucha High School Martyr Undead' has been recovered, medium level low level grievance spirit, rewarding 5 skill points. Remaining skill points: 8 points.

　　The black resentment was absorbed by Kitagawaji's body, and that exaggerated portion was not at all what a beginner level resentment spirit could bring.

　　After absorbing most of the black resentment, a second system prompt came to Kitagawaji's ears: The host's maximum limit of dead qi was detected to be over one hundred, and he could choose a branch of dead qi skills through 8 skill points and soul fire.

　　The maximum value of dead energy is over 100?

　　Kitagawaji expressionlessly pulled out the system panel.

　　The current status of Kitagawaji was succinctly listed on it.

　　Name: Bai Fan (Kitagawaji)

　　Overall body value: 50 (six times the value of a normal human)

　　Deadly energy: 20/102.(Soul fire 1/1, can choose skill branch)

　　Skills: Bajiken (intermediate level attainment), Spirit Dagger Technique (low level shallow), Basic Deadly Qi Application (intermediate level attainment), Jujitsu (intermediate level attainment), Unarmed Combat (high level furnace)

　　Traits: Your traits predestine you to always attract weird, psychic phenomena.

　　Remaining skill points: 8.

　　Remaining props: Spiritual talisman (4).

　　Physical physique has gone from nearly 5 times the normal value to 6 times the value, and deadly energy has completed a leap from the original cap of over ninety points to a cap of 102 points.

　　But these are not the things that Kitagawaji cares about -

　　His eyes jumped down to the bottom, above the vast and endless skill tree.

　　Dead Qi skill branch enhancement.

　　The first branch enhancement could only be performed if the 100-point limit of Dead Qi was met, and the enhancement required a soul flame and 8 skill points.

　　Further down the tree, there is a wide variety of Dead Qi skill branches.

　　Erosion, manipulation, bursting, shaping...

　　Kitagawaji did not rush to strengthen, but looked at the soul fire jumping in front of him, with a trace of doubt on his face.

　　The last time I completed a medium grievance quest no soul fire appeared, but this time...

　　System Prompt: The only way to get soul fire is to complete the deceased person's obsession. The amount of soul fire depends on the strength of the completed obsession.

　　Kitagawaji froze and his eyes blinked.

　　That means...

　　"Sakiro." Kitagawaji reached out his hand to hold the glow in a false grip.

　　This is probably left behind by Sakiro Yukari, the purest of thoughts, and the other soul fires cannot be forcibly absorbed perhaps because those undead thoughts still carry their obsessions within them.

　　Kitagawaji raised his head.

　　At this time, he could still vaguely see the soul fires that rose up and flew to all corners of the city.

　　That group of light, it turns out that the thoughts of the deceased...

　　...

　　After sending off the last wave of night customers, Ichiro Aida, the helper chef, took off his dark black izakaya apron, smiled and greeted his friend Hayakawa You, changed into his self-service and rode his bicycle headlong into the night.

　　He was in a hurry to get home, as it was now another week.

　　Arriving home, stopping his bike and putting it into his small bike shed, Ichiro Aida was just about to take out his keys and open the door, when it suddenly opened by itself.

　　Under Ichiro Aida's gaze, his daughter, Aimi Aida, jumped out from behind the door.

　　"Daddy.

Welcome home. Do you want to eat first?"

　　With an apron tied around her body, Aimi Aida asked with a smile as she leapt lively to Ichiro Aida's side.

　　"Um... Dinner first."

　　Ichiro Aida smiled.

　　His wife had divorced him some years earlier and he was left with his daughter, but fortunately Aimi Aida was very understanding.

　　Whenever he returned from the izakaya he owned, his daughter would always come early to wait for him at the door.

　　This was the most heartwarming moment for Ichiro Aida.

　　No matter how difficult it was from the unruly customers or the pressure of competition in business, as long as his daughter was there, he felt that it was worthwhile to work hard and nod to people outside.

　　"Why are you back so late today? Did you meet any unruly customers?" Aida Aimi greeted him and took off the scarf for Aida Ichiro, asking with concern.

　　Looking at her worried gaze, Ichiro Aida's heart ached and he smiled kindly, shaking his head.

　　"No, no, everyone is good, it's just that a few drunks got drunk today, that's why I got to go home now."

　　"Is that so? Then you can eat first dad, I'm almost done with the meal."

　　Ayanami retraced her steps to the stove and brought out dish after dish of her favorite food.

　　The golden and crispy ginger tempura, the tofu miso soup that glowed white, and the gurgling and bubbling fish head sukiyaki hot pot.

　　For a moment, Ichiro Aida couldn't tell if it was fogging up in front of his eyes or if something was blocking his vision.

　　"Please use."

　　Aida Aimi cracked the eggs into a bowl, added soy sauce, then filled the rice bowl again and handed it to Aida Ichiro with a smile.

　　"Dad, slow down - really, why are you acting like a hungry ghost?" Aida Aimi looked at her father's exaggerated movements as he took a big bite of food and teased with a smile.

　　"Aimi's cooking is so delicious, look, I'm even eating tears out of my eyes." Ichiro Aida laughed.

　　"Really, that's so exaggerated?" Aida Aimi scratched her head in embarrassment.

　　Just when the atmosphere was just right, the phone suddenly rang.

　　Aida Ichiro was going to just hang up the phone, but he was met with a glare from Aida Aimi: "Things at work are more important."

　　"... Fine, fine, fine." Ichiro Aida nodded dotingly, stood up and walked outside the living room rubbing his eyes before putting the phone on, "Hello?"

　　"Ichiro, have you thought about what I told you last time? You're such a good cook, let's go to Tokyo and open an izakaya in partnership is definitely very profitable! It's better than being a little helper at an izakaya in Yashan City, right?"

　　"... Ryo, I've already told you, I have some things to do over here..."

　　"What's up! Ichiro! Wake up! Aimi's been dead for ten years! Ten years! Would she want to see you in such a self-satisfied state?! Now you come home every day and do nothing but drink and stare at Aimi's picture... count on your old friend to beg you to come back."

　　"I'll think about it..." Ichiro Aida hung up the phone.

　　"Dad!"

　　Just as Ichiro Aida hung up the phone, Aimi Aida's semi-pitiful voice came through.

　　"Uncle Nakamura is right... I've been dead... Dead for ten years."

　　Hearing this, Ichiro Aida's tears, which he had been holding back, finally came out of his eyes.

　　Ten years ago, Aimi Aida died in the Sucha High School fire case, and at that time he was preparing to open a bar at the izakaya near Sucha High School.

　　After hearing the news, he rushed to Sucha High School as soon as he could.

　　But it was too late, and the fire consumed not only his daughter's life, but also the lives of the other students.

　　After that, he closed his izakaya store and lived in a state of confusion, working odd jobs at izakayas around Yashan City from time to time.

　　"I've been dead for a long time. Dad. It's time for you to let go."

　　Ichiro Aida felt Aime Aida hug him.

　　"Dad."

　　"I want to try one more taste of Daddy's... The mashed potato stew that was made..."

　　"Daddy's cooking is always so good."

　　"I... I want to see my father as the chef in the izakaya again... That dad who has a dream of being a chef."

　　"Go forward... Dad... Go forward..."

　　The voice was drifting away, the sound was distant.

　　Ichiro Aida, however, did not dare to turn back to look at his daughter.

　　Cooking and his daughter had been everything to him, and now he had lost both.

　　He had lost his dream of being a chef.

　　He had lost his faith as a father, too.

　　He was like a spirit of the dead... A walking corpse bound and wandering in Yashama City.

　　The voice behind him finally disappeared.

　　Tears rushed out uncontrollably, and Ichiro Aida cried out without merit.

　　It took him a long, long time to come back to his senses.

　　Behind him was still the warm family, the fish head hot pot was gurgling and tumbling with bubbles.

　　Ichiro Aida finished his meal, gathered his emotions, and then called Ryo Nakamura.

　　"Ryo, I've thought about what you said, and I..."

　　...

　　The light was dense and steaming as Ichiro Aida placed the finished potato stew in front of the niche.

　　Looking at the black and white photo of his daughter smiling brightly, Ichiro Aida also smiled.

　　The first dish to regain the identity of a chef, how to say must let his daughter taste.

　　However, there is an unexplainable emotion that rises from the heart.

　　There was still leftover food outside.

　　Was it a hallucination or did Amy Aida really come back?

　　Who cares.

　　Ichiro Aida laughed. He was crying and laughing at the same time.

　　The long incense burns silently.

　　The dead are gone, but the living still have to move on.