Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

"Okay."

Grandma Fortune-teller looked as if she was facing a formidable enemy. She picked up the stack of tarot cards on the table and began to shuffle them slowly with her wrinkled, withered hands.

Nightstar sat opposite her, their gazes colliding in the air, sparking a burst of fire.

"Clap!"

After shuffling the cards, Grandma Fortune-teller slapped them onto the table. With a single hand and extremely skillful movements, she spread the stack of tarot cards into a fan shape, placing them face down one by one, and slowly opened her mouth, word by word.

"Please, state what you want to divine, and then draw three cards!"

"Excellent! What I want to divine is the identity of the person who came to Wakayama City with me this time!"

Nightstar was unwilling to be outdone, his aura quite astonishing.

"Now, it's my turn! Draw cards!"

He took out three cards from different positions in front of him and placed them in front of himself.

Mai Sakurajima was dumbfounded.

Seriously, it's just a tarot card divination, do you two need to make it so intense?

Especially Nightstar.

Even when she went to that shrine and fought with that so-called deity, she had never seen him look so serious.

Grandma Fortune-teller's eyes were incomparably firm, placing her decades of reputation, experience, and ability on this one game.

Today, you must take out these two hundred yen from your pocket and hand them over to me sincerely, respectfully!

Nightstar's eyes were equally serious, revealing an unwavering determination.

Today, I will never, under any circumstances, take out these two hundred yen!

A great battle was about to break out.

Grandma Fortune-teller stretched out her wrinkled right hand, like a withered tree, and slowly revealed the three tarot cards placed in front of Nightstar.

"Hmm… The Hermit, The Empress, The Lovers."

Mai Sakurajima didn't understand the specific meaning of the tarot cards.

But listening to the names of the three tarot cards that Grandma Fortune-teller read out, she was also stunned.

Nightstar's divination question was the identity of the person who accompanied him to Wakayama City, which referred to herself.

Mai Sakurajima's current state can be said to be very consistent with The Hermit card.

The second card, The Empress, also fits her identity as a former national idol actress.

As for the last card…

Mai Sakurajima glanced at Nightstar sitting there, raised her hand to flick the long hair beside her ear, and her pretty face turned slightly red.

Well… it's accurate enough.

"It has some substance, but not much."

Nightstar gave his evaluation, took out a red hundred-yen bill from his wallet, and lightly placed it on the table.

Grandma Fortune-teller shook her head and smiled.

"Your first question was just to test my skills. I don't charge for questions that the customer already knows the answer to. Now, let's start with your official question."

To be honest, Grandma Fortune-teller, at her age, doesn't lack money.

What does she want?

She wants the young customer in front of her to be sincerely convinced by her powerful divination abilities and respectfully call her a Divine Mother!

A battle of dignity!

Money is secondary.

"Alright."

Nightstar wasn't going to be polite with Grandma Fortune-teller.

The fact that the other party actually had some skill in divination was something that exceeded his expectations.

Mai Sakurajima's puberty syndrome is a special phenomenon that even paranormal investigators like Yotsuya Miko and Futaba Rio cannot detect.

Although Grandma Fortune-teller didn't recognize Mai Sakurajima's existence, she was able to accurately locate Mai Sakurajima's identity through tarot card divination, which was indeed a bit skillful.

But not much.

In any case, Mai Sakurajima is just an ordinary person, and she has not yet awakened the ability to materialize her soul.

Next, is what he really wanted to ask.

After Grandma Fortune-teller took back the three tarot cards and reshuffled them, Nightstar slowly opened his mouth.

"The question I want to divine this time is the identity of the next person in Kyoto City who may become my assistant."

Logically speaking.

When doing tarot card divination, you can't ask such vague questions.

Assistant?

Assisting with what, in what way, must be explained clearly.

But Grandma Fortune-teller just smiled slightly and didn't express any objection.

She is a genuine spiritualist who has undergone many years of cultivation.

The Divine Mother's tarot card divination is completely different from those crooked ways that deceive little girls on the street.

What she wants is a challenge!

After Nightstar drew three cards and placed them in front of him, Grandma Fortune-teller took a deep breath and activated all the spiritual power in her body at this moment. She stretched out her right hand, slowly revealed the first card, and softly recited.

"Justice."

Nightstar's eyes didn't fluctuate in the slightest, he just nodded noncommittally.

His question was the identity of the next person who might become his assistant.

On this question, the Justice card seemed too empty.

Not to mention anything else.

All the members of the Overload Society fit the Justice card, after all, they are all people who protect the safety of Kyoto City in the dark.

Grandma Fortune-teller could see that Nightstar wasn't surprised by the result revealed by the first tarot card, but she wasn't flustered either. She just slowly revealed the second card with the same movement.

"Judgment."

"Justice, Judgment…"

Grandma Fortune-teller pondered for a moment and slowly opened her mouth to analyze.

"Through the revelation of these two tarot cards, the person you are referring to in your question may be someone who holds positions such as judge or prosecutor."

When Nightstar saw that the second card was Judgment, a hint of a different color flashed in his eyes.

Justice and Judgment?

Could it be that guy?

If it's really as he guessed, then the third tarot card should be…

Nightstar stretched out his right hand, revealed the third card placed in front of him, looked at the pattern on the card, and softly recited two words.

"Death."

As these two words were spoken, Grandma Fortune-teller felt a strange, cold wind brush past her.

Her brow furrowed, and her old face was full of doubt and incomprehension.

"How could this be… this is not right."

The Justice and Judgment cards made Grandma Fortune-teller originally sure that the identity of the person Nightstar was referring to in his question was someone who worked as a prosecutor or judge.

But the third card overturned her guess.

In this question, Death refers to someone who is surrounded by death, or even witnesses death with their own eyes.

Nurses in hospice wards and doctors in hospitals can fit the definition of this card, but it contradicts the results of the previous two cards.

It really puzzled her.

"Well, the divination is very accurate."

Nightstar took out another hundred-yen bill from his wallet, and together with the previous one, pushed it in front of Grandma Fortune-teller and smiled.

"Your divination is very accurate."

Looking at Nightstar's departing back, and then looking down at the two hundred-yen bills placed on the table, Grandma Fortune-teller's expression was very complicated.

This situation should be considered that her tarot card divination was very accurate, and she won.

But the doubt about the answer to the question always lingered in Grandma Fortune-teller's mind.

Justice, Judgment, Death, three tarot cards.

What is the true identity of the so-called assistant?

Or should I say…

What exactly is the assistant Nightstar is referring to in his question assisting with?

She is just a tarot card diviner, but she can't see what kind of result she has divined.

This was the first time Grandma Fortune-teller had such a sense of frustration.

…

On the way, Nightstar made a phone call to Futaba Rio, and didn't mention too much, just said that for the next two days, they would temporarily suspend "club activities".

In addition, he called the "Quantum" code name.

Futaba Rio could naturally understand that Nightstar was referring to temporarily suspending all exorcism-related matters.

She didn't ask much, just agreed, said that she would go find Yui Yuigahama and Miko Yotsuya to explain, and then hung up the phone.

…

After lunch, in the afternoon.

"The seawater is so cold."

Mai Sakurajima, wearing a two-piece swimsuit, stepped on the golden sand with her two snow-white jade feet, scooped up a handful of seawater, carefully observed it, and had a very comfortable and lazy smile.

At this time, Nightstar had also changed into his swimming trunks.

It's not that he wanted to change.

It's that this public beach doesn't allow entry without changing into swimwear.

Today is Friday, a workday, so there aren't many people on the beach. They are all groups of two or three friends, or couples, and no one has come up to chat with Nightstar yet.

This made him feel a lot more relaxed.

Mai Sakurajima, wearing a two-piece swimsuit, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, delicate skin, the girl's slender figure, which is not very exaggerated, but is also quite large-scale, and that exquisite and flawless face, under the warm afternoon sunlight, can be called a peerless beauty in the world.

It's just a pity that only Nightstar can appreciate this beautiful scene.

No, that only he can see it, that is clearly not a pity.

"Aren't you coming to join me?"

Hearing Mai Sakurajima's question, Nightstar lay on the deck chair under the parasol and waved his hand.

"You play by yourself, I'm not very interested in the sea."

"It's not easy to come here, hurry up, come together."

Mai Sakurajima walked over quickly, directly hugged Nightstar's arm, and dragged him up from the deck chair.

So white.

So white it's dazzling.