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Chapter 143 The Asakura Family's Spirit Master
Chapter 143 The Asakura Family's Spirit Master
The boy's voice sounded refreshing, drawing the surrounding wandering spirits to look at the flying bird.
"You can see them?" Asuka pointed to the wandering spirits around him who were curiously observing him.
"Of course I can see it, we're all neighbors." The boy propped himself up, jumped off the tombstone, and dusted off his pants.
"My name is Yoh Asakura. I'm a psychic who recently transferred here, though my skill level is just so-so."
"A psychic?"
When Asuka first heard about this profession, he was somewhat puzzled.
Yoh Asakura grinned and pointed at Asuka: "You were casting those calming spells down there just now, right? I saw it all. You're a shaman too, aren't you?"
Asuka carefully examined the boy in front of her.
The opponent did not possess the sharp spiritual pressure of a death god, nor the malevolent spiritual pressure of a hollow.
Instead, it has a gentle, profound undulation, like the earth or flowing water.
This fluctuation was completely out of step with the power that the bird was familiar with, yet it made the restless souls around it feel unusually calm.
"You said those talismans are for calming the mind?" Asuka asked.
"Yes, I can feel the magical power on it. If someone who is feeling agitated wears it, they might be able to get a good night's sleep." Yoh Asakura put his hands in his pockets, slowly walked up to Asuka, and tilted his head to look at him. "But more than the talisman, I'm more interested in you."
"Although I feel you're a lot like me, I also feel there's something different about you..."
"Your soul... seems very mismatched with your body. Did the psychic communication fail?"
The bird's heart sank.
This was the first person, besides acquaintances like Urahara and Yoruichi, who could immediately see the abnormality in his body after he entered it.
"Don't be so nervous." Asakura Yoh chuckled and pointed to an old locust tree not far away. "Since we've come all the way to Tsushin no Oka, how about we sit down and have a can of juice before we chat? The breeze here is really nice."
As the bird looked at the boy in front of her, her shoulders, which had been tense all morning, inexplicably relaxed slightly.
This guy named Yoh Asakura seems to possess a magical power that can slow down the pace of everything around him.
"Alright."
Asuka nodded in agreement and followed Asakura Yoh toward the old tree that had gathered the most souls.
The two sat side by side on a thick tree root, a spot overlooking the well-arranged street scene below, and also clearly seeing the peaceful spirits wandering among the graves.
Asuka clutched a can of cheap orange juice that Asakura had given him, letting the coolness from the edge of the aluminum can spread from his fingertips.
"So, you're saying my current situation is because of a 'failed channeling'?"
Asuka frowned and turned to look at the boy next to her who was swinging his legs.
"Well, it's not entirely accurate, but that's how it seems to me." Yoh Asakura took off the earphones around his neck, his clear eyes revealing a kind of easygoing understanding of everything: "My feeling is that the spirit you chose to summon must be very powerful, so powerful that this physical body simply cannot fully contain it."
"If you force an incompatible soul to possess you, or force its power on you when the compatibility is insufficient, you will experience the aftereffect of a feeling of separation between your soul and body."
Yoh Asakura was unaware that Asuka's body was a specially made artificial body by Kisuke Urahara.
Little did they know that the bird's soul was a stranger who had drifted from another world, and that their encounter at Tazhang Hill was a complete miracle.
In his mind, the boy in front of him was more like a fellow practitioner who had gone astray in his cultivation, resulting in the separation of his spirit and body.
"...Is there a solution to what you're talking about?" Asuka asked after a moment of silence.
He certainly didn't understand anything about psychic abilities.
"A solution..." Yoh Asakura looked up thoughtfully, "How about trying our Asakura family's beginner meditation method? It might be a little different from what you practiced before, but the principles are the same."
"Meditation?" Asuka was no stranger to this concept.
In that vanished world, he had also honed his will countless times by sitting in the deep mountains.
Yoh Asakura smiled and held up a finger, drawing a circle in the air: "It's not the kind of lifeless, stammering sitting, it's about learning to feel and acknowledge the magical power within you, instead of commanding it from a superior position..."
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In the sunlight and gentle breeze, Yoh Asakura spoke a lot, but Asuka could understand almost nothing.
What kind of witchcraft, possession, or medium of communication...?
Where have I come from? Is this still the real world?
"...In short, when you stop feeling like you're exerting force," and instead feel that the force has always been flowing there, that strange feeling will disappear."
Asuka lowered her head, looking at her hands, which were covered with tiny scars from practicing hand-to-hand combat.
All along, due to the loss of spiritual power and being in an unfamiliar world, he had indeed subconsciously regarded this "artificial body" as a temporary tool that needed to be controlled.
He desperately wanted to "command" it, to "control" it, but never thought of "acknowledging" it.
This subtle deviation in mindset is like a swordsman wielding a sword; if he doesn't treat the sword as an extension of his arm, then the sword will forever remain just a block of iron.
"Should we acknowledge it...?"
'
Asuka closed her eyes and tried to feel the throbbing in her sluggish body, just as Yoh Asakura had instructed.
One second, two seconds.
Gradually, the bird felt the wind in its ears seem to be getting louder.
The stinging pain in my lungs subsided with this rhythm.
The suffocating feeling of being tightly bound by some kind of shell was actually relieved a little.
Although it was only a little bit, it was indeed a huge surprise for the bird that had hit a bottleneck.
"Thank you." Asuka opened her eyes, her tone now more sincere.
"Hehe, I'm glad I could help you. After all, we're all friends resting on this slope." Yoh Asakura put his headphones back on, looking like he was about to fall asleep.
However, this peaceful atmosphere did not last long.
A loud engine roar, mixed with arrogant laughter, came from the steps below, shattering the original tranquility of Tazhang Hill.
Asuka stood up almost reflexively, her eyes instantly regaining their fighting sharpness.
He saw a group of sleazy-looking thugs, riding motorcycles or carrying sticks, swaggering into this sanctuary for wandering souls.
The leader was the most conspicuous.
He sported an exaggeratedly comical purplish-red pompadour, wore a magnificent long coat, and held a heavy wooden sword in his hand.
"Ah—! Found it! Is this the legendary spot with the best view, the one that can lift your spirits?"
The man waved his arms, pointing to the silent tombstones, and loudly proclaimed.
"Hey! You over there with the headphones! And you brat who looks half-dead! This place is now under my control, Wooden Sword Dragon! If you know what's good for you, get lost and don't bother us old men enjoying our lives here!"
Yoh Asakura sighed and climbed up from the tombstone with a hint of helplessness: "This is a place for everyone to rest. If it's left so messy, the neighbors will be bothered."
"Huh? Neighbors? What neighbors? You mean these rotten rocks overgrown with weeds?"
The man known as the Wooden Sword Dragon let out a burst of wild laughter, and the thugs behind him joined in the commotion.
Some people even started hitting the nearby tombstones with sticks, creating a series of ear-piercing noises.
The timid wandering spirits were so frightened that they trembled and hid behind the big trees.
As the bird watched these people's actions, its eyes turned completely cold.
Having lived through two lifetimes, he had seen all sorts of people.
What he detests most is this kind of scum who recklessly disrupts the peace of others and builds their own happiness on the suffering of others.
"This is really unpleasant," Asuka said in a low voice.
"Mr. Asuka, be gentle. They're just lost souls." Although Yoh Asakura was trying to mediate, he had already silently walked towards Ryuu the Wooden Sword.
Asuka threw the baseball bag on the ground, cracking her knuckles: "Don't worry, my sword doesn't kill humans."
"Enough nonsense! Anyone who blocks my way will be cleaved in two by this wooden sword!"
With a roar, Wooden Sword Dragon brought his wooden sword down straight for Asakura Yoh's head, accompanied by a whistling sound.
This blow was so powerful that if it were an ordinary teenager, his skull would probably be shattered on the spot.
"Since we can't get through to them, we'll just have to bother them a little..."
'
"Amitabha Pill, please!"
To Asuka's astonishment, a semi-transparent figure dressed in ancient samurai armor appeared out of thin air behind Asakura Yoh.
The aura emanating from that spirit was completely different from what the birds were used to seeing.
The samurai spirit transformed into a golden stream of light and instantly entered Yoh Asakura's palm.
"Possession and Fusion - Amitabha Maru!"