Crossover Anime: I Forced Exorcists to Join the Chat Group

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Fujino forced a smile.

"I'm fine, I don't need treatment..."

Shiraishikawa suddenly reached out and gently stroked Fujino's cheek.

His hands were icy cold, but surprisingly reassuring.

"How long have you lived in pain? Ten years? Fifteen years? Enduring the excruciating pain of your nerves being torn apart every day, yet having to pretend to be fine in front of others..."

Fujino's breathing became rapid, and tears welled up in her eyes.

This man... how could he know so much?

“I can end all of this.”

Shiraishikawa's voice was like the whisper of a demon.

"As long as you're willing to become a part of me."

Fujino felt a wave of dizziness.

Over the years, she had grown accustomed to enduring the pain alone, and to the pitying or disgusted looks of others.

The man before her... He understood her abnormality, but showed no pity or disgust; he simply stated the facts calmly and offered a deal.

"Why... me?"

Fujino spoke with difficulty.

Shiraishi Kawa withdrew his hand, his crimson eyes gleaming with a mysterious light.

"Because your soul is special enough... enough to bear the weight of destiny."

The bookstore fell silent, save for the ticking of the old clock.

Fujino felt as if she were standing at a crossroads of fate, with one side continuing to endure endless pain and the other stepping into an unknown abyss.

"You mean... my insensitivity to pain..."

Her voice was so soft it was almost carried away by the wind, and her lips trembled slightly.

Shiraishi Kawa stood in front of her, the hem of his black trench coat swaying in the wind.

A smile played on his lips.

"It's not painlessness, it's neuromyelitis optica."

He took a step forward, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the asphalt.

"This disease not only deprives you of the sensation of pain, but also dulls other senses, which can eventually lead to blindness."

Fujino felt a wave of dizziness. She grabbed the telephone pole next to her, feeling the cold metallic touch through the sleeve of her school uniform.

No, not cold—she suddenly realized that this was the first time she had ever felt the concept of temperature so clearly.

"How could this be..."

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She muttered to herself, her mind flashing back to her father's cold gaze, the whispers at the family meetings, and the bitter pills she had to take every morning.

Shiraishikawa took a yellowed photograph out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"The Asagami family was once one of the four great demon-slaying families."

The photo shows an old Japanese mansion with faded family crests hanging above the door.

“Your father despises the power in the family bloodline and regards those with special abilities as monsters.”

Fujino's pupils suddenly contracted. The blurry figure in the corner of the photo—a little girl in a kimono—was clearly her younger self.

"They used drugs to suppress your sensory system and seal your abilities."

Yi Ling Yi Qi's voice, which sounded like Wu Jiu 4 Cuo Bai Shi Chuan's voice, suddenly became sharp.

"So that you can become a normal person."

"No... Father said it's vitamins..."

Fujino's voice grew softer and softer, and the bitter taste of the pills on her tongue suddenly became incredibly clear in her memory.

She suddenly looked up, her amethyst-like eyes glowing red.

"Wait, you meant ability?"

Shiraishikawa's smile widened, and he reached out and gently lifted Fujino's chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.

"The Twisted Eyes is a rare superpower that can distort all matter within its field of vision."

Even among those who possess the Magic Eye, it is a rare treasure, one in ten thousand.

Fujino felt a sharp pain coming from deep within her eyeballs, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

Suddenly, images flashed through her mind of accidentally twisting her teddy bear into a pretzel when she was a child, and the inexplicably broken arm of the older boy who bullied her.

"I... I always thought it was an accident..."

Her voice trembled.

"Accident?"

Shiraishikawa sneered.

“Your father knew what that was, so he was afraid. He would rather you become a walking corpse than accept this talent.”

Fujino's chest heaved violently as an unprecedented emotion surged within her.

Anger? Resentment? Or... relief? She couldn't tell; these feelings were too foreign to her.

"If they train you well."

Shiraishikawa let go of his hand and turned to look at the neon lights in the distance.

“Ling Liu (four) 6 (seven) Ba Wo Ba - Your ability can even distort barriers. On the black market, it's worth at least this much.”

He made a gesture, the number of which was so large that Fujino gasped.

"Then why not..."

Fujino subconsciously touched her eyes.

"Just take them?"

Shiraishikawa suddenly turned around, so fast that Fujino didn't have time to react.

He grabbed her wrist with such force that he almost crushed her bones—for the first time, Fujino truly felt what "pain" was.

"Because it's not just these beautiful eyes that I'm interested in."

His voice was deep and dangerous.

"Your potential, your personality, even your current bewildered expression... are all quite interesting."

Fujino frowned in pain, but at the same time felt a strange excitement.

So this is what pain feels like? So vivid, so... beautiful.

Shiraishikawa suddenly let go of his hand, his expression turning serious.

"There's one more thing. You have appendicitis. It's a side effect of the medication, and if it's not treated—"

Before he could finish speaking, his hand had already pierced Fujino's abdomen like a sharp blade.

"Ah—!"

Fujino let out a heart-wrenching scream as unprecedented pain swept through her entire body.

Her legs buckled and she collapsed to her knees, blood gushing from between her fingers and pooling into a dark red puddle on the asphalt.

Pain. Pure, sharp, inescapable pain.

Fujino's tears flowed uncontrollably, but a strange smile curved her lips.

Is this what it feels like to be alive? So real, so... intoxicating.

Shiraishi Chuan withdrew his hand, and blood dripped from his fingertips.

"How does it feel?"

Fujino looked down at her abdomen—the wound was healing at a visible speed, and the muscle tissue under the skin was reconnecting.

A few seconds later, all that remained were the intact school uniforms and skin, as if nothing had happened.

"This is...this is amazing..."

She touched the spot where she had been injured, and the sensation from her fingertips sent shivers down her spine.

"Is this... how a normal person feels?"

Shiraishikawa took out a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped his hands.

"Your pain system has fully recovered. While there's no guarantee you won't get sick in the future, at least you won't die under mysterious circumstances."

Fujino slowly stood up, tears still streaming down her face, but her expression shone with an unprecedented radiance.

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She reached out and touched her tear stains, feeling the temperature and viscosity of the liquid, and then—suddenly laughed.

"So tears are salty..."

She spoke softly, her voice filled with childlike curiosity.

Shiraishikawa raised an eyebrow, seemingly satisfied with her reaction.

"From now on, you no longer need to pretend. Pain or joy, it's all your own."

Fujino tilted her head back, the moonlight casting soft shadows on her delicate features.

She seemed to be exhaling all the pent-up frustrations of many years.

"Can I... really be myself now?"

"why not?"

Shiraishikawa shrugged.

"You are far superior to those mediocre people."