Thirteen Modesty

After arriving in Japan, I became a high school student named Kamiyagawa. Looking around—
Hanako crouched in the bathroom, waiting for someone to knock on the door; the Split-Mouth Woman wandered the streets with scissors in hand; Miss Mary's deathly calls echoed incessantly; the wails and barks in Inunaki Village never ceased; the Ubume searched for her long-dead child; the Aoandon smiled, enticing passersby to play with the lanterns of a hundred demons…
In a crumbling world rampant with sinister tales and malevolent spirits, Kamiyagawa set a small goal for himself:
"Defeat all the demons and monsters, and become the supreme ruler of ghosts and deities."

I Loaded Kaidan Game

"Ah, Kanazawa Monk, long time no see," Kamiyagawa greeted the other politely with a nod.


"Kamiya devotee, the word of your discovery of the Death Cultivation Talisman had spread by noon today. And tonight, finding a Death Cultivation ghost story is another great achievement. You are still the same as before, always doing impressive things. Compared to you, I, Kanazawa, really feel somewhat ashamed," continued Kanazawa Monk.


This second-generation monk's words basically translated to—


Just half a year after starting out, you keep making big headlines.


How are we, the old guard of the new wave exorcists, supposed to keep up any kind of face!


Of course, that was more or less the meaning, but when Kanazawa Monk spoke, his tone and expression were sincere, not sarcastic.


It was genuinely praising with, at most, a little bit of envy, just a touch sour.


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