Anime Crossover: Eating Evil in a Daily World — Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Supernatural Investigation Club

Noticing that Kirisu Mafuyu, a woman usually known for her strict and serious demeanor around the school, now harbored a faint trace of amusement in her eyes, Hiratsuka Shizuka felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her. She secretly cursed herself.

‘It is so embarrassing. I actually fell for this kid’s trick.’

Before the semester even began, her entire impression of Yozora had been built strictly on the files provided by the school administration. He was the absolute first place in the current national joint examination of Japan. To achieve such flawless results, the boy was an out-and-out genius. Yet, despite holding those perfect scores, he chose to enroll in Sobu High School instead of Shuchiin Academy, an institution widely revered as the premier cradle of talent in the country. That decision alone was baffling enough. Add in a criminal record for assault during his junior high school years, and the picture became incredibly messy.

In Shizuka’s mind, Yozora was supposed to be the classic problem child. A kid with a brilliant brain but an impulsive, arrogant temper. However, after actually interacting with him face-to-face, that assumption shattered completely. At the very least, his personality was nowhere near impulsive. On the contrary, he possessed a terrifyingly calm demeanor and highly effective negotiation skills.

Taking a long look at Yozora sitting across the desk, Shizuka analyzed his features. With such an exceptionally handsome appearance, even if he relied solely on his looks, he should not have ended up in a situation where the majority of the student body vaguely ostracized and guarded against him. If that was the case, it was not that he lacked the ability to get along with others normally. It was simply that he did not want to. That attitude needed to be corrected even more.

“Since that is the case, come fill out this form.”

Shizuka did not waste any more breath and simply pulled a blank registration sheet from her desk drawer. As long as Yozora agreed to start a club and interact with his peers, she was more than willing to make heavy concessions regarding the club room, the member selection process, and the actual nature of the activities.

Yozora accepted the paper and a ballpoint pen. He scribbled across the lines in a matter of seconds and slid it right back across the desk. Shizuka picked it up, looked down at the ink, and her expression immediately twisted into something highly complicated.

“Supernatural… Quantum Mechanics… Investigation Club?”

Shizuka looked at him, caught somewhere between sheer amusement and total exasperation.

“What kind of name is this? Is it just a random hodgepodge of words?”

A moment later, her eyes drifted down to the member roster section, and a flash of genuine surprise crossed her face.

“Besides you, there is also Yotsuya Miko from our class? Really? Will she actually agree to join this?”

“She will.”

Shizuka nodded slightly and tucked the application back into her drawer.

“Although the name is incredibly strange and the proposed club activities are entirely vague, since it is you, the school administration should approve it without much hassle.”

Under normal circumstances, matters like establishing a new club and securing a dedicated room were strictly handled by the Student Council. But Yozora held a completely different status. He had entered Sobu High School with the absolute highest score in the national joint entrance exam. What did the higher-ups call that? They called it bringing supreme honor to the administration and making the Sobu High School name shine across the country.

Combine his presence with the enrollment of the genius piano girl Touma Kazusa, the only daughter of the world-class pianist Touma Youko, and the administration was practically floating on air. The Sobu High School executives had even become so carried away with their new roster of prodigies that they actively wanted to go head-to-head with Shuchiin Academy. Naturally, that was just blind wishful thinking. Kicking Shuchiin Academy to the curb and punching down Advanced Nurturing High School was nothing more than a pure fantasy at this stage.

“Then I will be going now.”

Yozora stood up from his chair, offered a polite but empty smile, and walked out of the office.

Starting a club was an idea he had already locked in long before he even stepped foot inside Sobu High School. The supernatural Doors that served as gateways and anchors for evil spirits and grotesque ghosts were almost always located in the most remote, dark, and neglected corners of the city. To make matters worse, ordinary people could not perceive them at all. Yozora himself and Yotsuya Miko were the rare exceptions capable of seeing these hidden anomalies.

The core problem was logistics. Setting aside the fact that Miko was currently far too terrified to take on any heavy responsibility regarding supernatural investigation, relying solely on the two of them to sweep the entirety of Kyoto was a fool’s errand. With just two sets of eyes, even thoroughly searching the grounds of Sobu High School would be a massive drain on time and energy.

Establishing this specific club was a calculated move to harvest information. When adults encountered unreasonable, eerie, or unexplainable phenomena, they rarely chose to ask others for help. They were either too buried in the exhaustion of their daily work to care, or they simply could not bring themselves to sound crazy in front of their peers. High school students, however, were a completely different breed. They were endlessly curious about the occult, highly prone to spreading rumors, and had far too much free time on their hands.

, the student body of Sobu High School commuted from almost every district across Kyoto, creating a massive, decentralized net for gathering urban legends. As long as he applied a basic layer of screening to the rumors they brought in, he would definitely be able to extract useful intelligence on spirit locations.

As for slapping the word Quantum into the club name? Yozora had already begun laying the groundwork for recruiting a very specific third member.

Hours later, after the final bell signaled the end of afternoon classes, Miko and Yozora left the school grounds together and boarded a crowded commuter train.

“Yozora, where exactly are we going first?”

“I need to track down an old guy to get a refund first.”

“Uh… there will not be a physical conflict, right?”

“Probably not.”

“What about the small probability?”

“If it hits the small probability, I will just send him on his way to the afterlife.”

Miko barely managed to squeeze out a stiff, nervous smile. But as she studied his completely deadpan, serious expression, the horrifying reality of his words clicked in her brain.

“You are not joking?”

Yozora rolled his eyes at her.

“How novel. I never joke about such things.”

Miko clutched her chest, feeling her heartbeat accelerate into a frantic rhythm. Just who exactly did Yozora buy his supposedly protective amulet from? Could it be a high-ranking member of a violent yakuza syndicate? Did the yakuza even run scam occult businesses on the side these days?

Her anxious thoughts were abruptly cut short. A few meters away down the crowded train car, Miko spotted a man wearing dark sunglasses and a surgical mask. His hand was firmly pressed against the backside of a young office lady, continuously and aggressively rubbing against her skirt. The woman, dressed in a standard corporate uniform, had tears welling up in her eyes. She looked entirely resistant and deeply uncomfortable, yet she was clearly too paralyzed by fear and social pressure to speak out.

“Yozora, look over there.”

Miko frowned deeply and gently poked his arm. He casually followed the direction of her pointing finger.

“Oh? A train pervert? Now that is interesting.”

Seeing that Yozora was simply watching the crime unfold with mild amusement and possessed absolutely zero intention of stepping forward to help the victim, Miko felt a surge of displeasure.

“Are you really just going to stand here and watch?”

Yozora blinked, looking genuinely stunned for a fraction of a second before a pleasantly surprised expression lit up his face.

“Wait, do you mean I can join in on the action too?”

“You…”

Miko stared at him, utterly appalled.

“I mean, should you not go up there and help her?”

“Oh, that is what you meant.”

Yozora let out a lazy yawn, glanced back at the groper, and shook his head with complete indifference.

“He is not possessed by an evil spirit. He is just a normal, garbage human being.”

“Then, just because this does not involve evil spirits, you intend to just stand by and watch it happen?”

“Otherwise what?”

Seeing that Miko was gearing up to argue further, Yozora preemptively shut her down.

“Do not try to use that moral kidnapping stuff on me. As long as I possess absolutely zero morals, you cannot kidnap me. Besides, I have no legal or personal obligation to help her.”

Miko had absolutely no idea how to respond to such a shamelessly sociopathic declaration. Finally, she just gritted her teeth, pushed past him, and walked quickly toward the offender. She reached out, tightly grabbed the masked man’s arm, and scolded him with a fierce glare.

“What you are doing right now is a crime!”