It Became a Time-Stop Slit-Eye

51. Childhood friend.

At first I thought so.

“Oh my God, the way you talk has gotten weird.”

Because I possessed a game character, I can’t help but speak like this.

I skipped it like that, but as I practiced my sword and magic, I realized that there was something wrong with my soul.

Flame—!

Ichimaru Shiki’s body had reached an indescribably high level, but it was only incomplete from the point where he emitted sword energy.

“This is very difficult.”

Despite the world’s strong magical blade, sword energy shimmering like a torch came out.

When I concentrated my mind more than that, a magical blade came out that glowed as if it were forged with a piece of star, but I still felt like it didn’t mesh.

From then on, I began to doubt it.

In the heart that burns mana, some impurities are mixed in the soul.

The only thing I was sure of was learning witchcraft.

“Curious about possession, Shiki? Are you asking about the concept of a strong god?”

“It might be similar! I just wonder what happens when someone else’s soul enters the body of the original owner!”

“…… It’s because the spirit system and related cases are very rare. Most of the magicians who are excellent in that field are people who have crossed the line, and the magicians who are defined as evil people are immediately visited by the messengers of the shrine to eliminate them.”

“Hey, you mean you don’t know?”

“Shiki, to put it so ruthlessly, does this master’s heart hurt?”

Having said that, Shihei Lin grabbed her large breasts with her mischievous expression and groaned.

It was sensational, so after enjoying it as much as possible, I apologized.

Receiving my apology generously, Lynn reached out and brought up a book.

The title of the book was ‘Mental understanding of the human soul, body, and god’.

“Um, it depends on the content of the spell, but it is said that it is rare for the soul to be completely erased. It looks like there will be some remnants left. In the case of a spirit god, the subject of his words and actions is the god, but in the end, when the god returns to the heavenly world, what remains in the body is the original human spirit, wouldn’t it be the same for possession?”

“Hmm, I see.”

At Rin’s commentary, I nodded.

As a novice in witchcraft, it was difficult to understand, but my clever mind understood it on its own.

In short, it meant that Ichimaru Shiki’s original soul still exists in my body.

They are waiting with bated breath, aiming only for the moment when the possession ends.

That’s right, it’s a really unpleasant story that I do all the hard work, but only the results are taken away.

Is the possession really going to end, will we be able to see the ending of ‘End of Love’ this time?

There were a lot of questions like that, and uncomfortable results were expected from the start, so I was a bit discouraged.

Because I feel like I’m only doing good things.

It wasn’t until later, when I got used to the contemplation of the soul, that I realized that something was different.

“Hmm.”

Nothing.

There was a remnant of Shiki Ichimaru mixed in his soul, but he had no free will.

Without a whole soul and clear expression of opinion, there was only resentment left.

Remnants of desire after death, remnants.

Originally, Shiki Ichimaru was mentally dead.

This means that even if I disappear, he won’t come out of nowhere.

However, since there was no memory of the past, it was unknown what kind of cravings he had during his lifetime.

…… Shiki Ichimaru.

What the hell was this guy doing?

Even if it wasn’t so, when I was curious about the past, I even overlapped Hotaru’s words.

There are only a few users of soul-based techniques…… Spells such as Overlooking the Soul put a lot of burden on the shaman…… Etc

I had been putting it off for a long time for various reasons, but it was time to do an autopsy on the bomb that was about to explode someday.

Retrieves the memories of the soul.

“Hmm, that’s how it feels.”

The Boss of Episode 3, Kenju Seiichiro’s Territory Spell, has entered the Overlooking World.

I refused to let the magic formula approach my soul as a hikikomori, and manipulated the magic formula in the bird’s-eye world so that it only touched the remains of Shiki Ichimaru.

Thanks to that, Ichimaru Shiki’s memories unfold before my eyes.

“You got a perfect score this time too, Shiki.”

“Yes, I studied hard!”

“Yes, Sensei, you are truly admirable.”

“hehehe.”

Ichimaru Shikida at the age of eight genuinely likes being praised by his homeroom teacher.

Honestly, looking at his appearance, I thought he would be sneaky since childhood, but surprisingly he laughs innocently.

The property of turning white hair whenever a spell is activated doesn’t seem to exist anymore.

I wondered if Shiki Ichimaru was such an ordinary kid from the beginning, since things like his outstanding physical ability and his unique ability to stop time were fraudulent even when I saw him as the person in charge.

Aside from my naive and kind heart, are there any similarities with me now?

No matter how you look at it, he was an ordinary child of that era who was happy with the words of adults and loved to play.

I thought so for a second-

“A perfect score again, Shiki.”

“hehehe.”

This guy was overly smart.

I never forgot what I saw once in class.

I remembered the homeroom teacher’s commentary without making a single mistake, and I solved all subject test questions in an instant, no matter how low grade they were.

‘Are you a genius?’

Originally, I knew I was on the smart side, but when I saw it as a younger version, it was different again.

This guy, he was purely intelligent without expedients.

The owner of the same body, but from the perspective of a third person, I came up with such an idea. What about the parents of the person in question?

“Honey, how about sending Shiki to a better school?”

A woman with brown hair and a benevolent impression.

Shiki Ichimaru’s mother, Fusato Ichimaru, spoke cautiously.

Maybe it’s a natural story.

Even considering the pods in his eyes, they say that my child is a gifted or genius, and it is only natural to want to send him to a good school.

In response to my story that suddenly came out during the meal, Ichimarushiki, who was 10 years old, looked at her and looked sideways at his father.

“Mmm.”

Father with a tired face like any other office worker.

Mahito Ichimaru put on a troubled expression when a topic related to work was brought up.

The problem with my son’s school has been constantly mentioned not only at this moment, but also from before.

Being a prudent person, he said that since his son is young, we should wait a little longer.

But it’s already been three years since Ichimaru Shiki got perfect scores in all of her school’s exams.

At least it didn’t seem like a coincidence.

After all, he was also a parent.

After thinking about it for a while, Mahito nodded happily.

“Okay, if possible, let’s find out in Tokyo.”

In this way, the couple in their early and mid-thirties moved their residence to Tokyo at the same time as their son’s transfer.

It’s not that the eastern part of Chiba Prefecture, where I originally lived, was a poor city, but I always wanted the best for my children.

Because there are many cases in which good schools in Japan are connected to elementary, middle, and high school.

Therefore, Ichimarushiki had to change schools midway through his third year education.

An elementary school in Minato Ward, Tokyo.

Rather than the high level of education and value of the elementary school itself, the middle and high schools to which you will go afterwards were promising enough to be counted among the best in the province.

Once or not, it was an awkward environment for an elementary school student anyway.

“Now, should we say hello?”

“…… Oh, hello. I am Ichimaru Shiki.”

It wasn’t that his personality was particularly timid, but all human relationships were initialized, and he wasn’t smart enough to break through the fence that had already been formed.

At the time, Shiki Ichimaru was too young to ignore all her gaze.

Again, I had too little experience in my life.

Her End On her first day at school, Ichimarushiki greeted her new classmates with a very hesitant attitude, and for some reason she thought she was screwed.

From the memory of her soul in the bird’s eye view of the world (俯瞰世界), the despair at that time was vividly touched.

It’s not a big deal now, but it seemed like a big burden to him at such a young age.

While there are children who are hesitant like Mini Ichimaru Shiki, there are bound to be guys who confidently approach from the very beginning.

“Hey, you guy.”

Ichimarushiki, who was ushered to her seat with her shoulders hunched, was soon seized by the guy in front of her.

“What was your name just now?”

Once she was seated, she was not caught, but instead taken by a snazzy looking guy.

She must have been the same elementary school student, but starting with her hair color, only he was colorful.

…… Hey, is this the territorial power of the city?

Minnie Ichimaru, embarrassed, replied timidly.

“…… This is Ichimaru Shiki.”

“Hey, Shiki, you guy, it sounds like you’ll be good at using a knife in earnest.”

“…… What?”

“What is it, do you not watch cartoons at all? At first glance, the name sounds like a decisive battle weapon!”

“… ….”

…… A decisive weapon?

Ichimaru Shiki couldn’t understand what the guy in the front row was talking about.

The brown-haired girl shook her head with a pitiful expression, as if it was the same for his partner.

“Well, I don’t like the sense of understanding names, but I’ll take care of you since I came to the back seat.”

The orange-haired boy in the front seat, who kept his pace regardless of the reaction around him, grinned at Mini Ichimaru and held out her hand.

“I am Kenichi! This is Kitagawa Kenichi.”

“…… Uh, please take care of me.”

It was the first day of Karakura Elementary School.