I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

The night before, after an intense fight with Ivan, I managed to secure victory by barely mastering Hayate’s ultimate technique, Nagi.

After that, I returned home in a car driven by Boris, took a quick shower, went to bed, and woke up to the sound of sparrows chirping.

Chirp chirp! Chirp chirp!

“……”

It seemed like I was unknowingly exhausted.

Thanks to getting a good night’s sleep for the first time in a while, my head felt clearer than usual.

But as soon as I saw the bright sky outside the window, I realized something was wrong and quickly sat up.

“Ugh!”

The sudden movement made my left cheek throb as if I had a cavity.

[6:40 AM]

“…Did I oversleep?”

It seemed like I would have to give up on my morning workout.

It hadn’t even been 12 hours since I took the Ghost Pill, and my body wasn’t in great shape, so in a way, it was a blessing in disguise.

Before leaving my room, I carefully checked in the mirror for any bruises on my body, then dressed and headed to the kitchen.

“Good morning.”

“You’re up late today.”

“I think it’s because I came home late last night.”

While drinking some barley tea, I asked my mom.

“What about the President?”

“Look at this kid! She left the house a week ago.”

“Oh, right.”

I awkwardly scratched the back of my head and glanced at the storage room where the President had stayed for about a month.

‘Yu-seong, come eat breakfast! The stir-fried pork your mother made is delicious!’

Even now, her lively voice plays automatically in my head.

Well, that just shows how much the President had become part of my daily life.

“How much rice would you like?”

“A lot, please. I’m hungry.”

“Got it.”

As I placed the heaping bowl of rice my mom handed me on the table, I recalled something the President had said before.

‘My plan is to rise to the top of the Saionji family. Only then can I date you openly. Will you cheer me on, Yu-seong?’

For someone from a prestigious family like the President to have a romantic relationship with an ordinary commoner, especially someone like me who was a Korean resident in Japan, was practically impossible.

That was why she ran away and secretly dated me.

But we couldn’t hide or keep it a secret forever.

The President, who had no intention of breaking up with me just because her family opposed it, returned home with the ambition to take control of the Saionji family in place of her grandfather, who had collapsed on the day of her engagement.

She said she’d ask for my help if necessary, but since she hadn’t requested anything so far, it seemed she always intended to handle it on her own.

Well, that was just like the President.

“Eat up. I made plenty of beef and potato stew.”

“Ah, yes.”

Lost in thought for a moment, I snapped out of it at my mother’s voice as she dried her hands with a towel and hurriedly began eating.

After finishing a simple breakfast of white rice, beef and potato stew, and miso soup, I quickly washed up and changed into my school uniform.

‘Next week is already the school festival, huh.’

After taking Saturday and Sunday off, Monday was back again.

November 13th was the start of Ichijo Academy’s cultural festival, “Fujiwara Festival.”.

The reason the school festival was called Fujiwara Festival was that the Ichijo family, which founded the school, was a branch of the Fujiwara clan.

Yes, it was the same Fujiwara family whose heir was almost engaged to the President.

However, it seemed that the Saionji family had more influence over the academy.

Click!

“I’m off.”

“Alright~”

After greeting my parents, who were still having breakfast in the kitchen, I opened the front door and stepped outside.

The blue sky, the open view.

It was the same familiar scenery of the town.

I like this neighborhood.

In this modern world where people’s emotions were drying up, it was rare to find a neighborhood where there was so much warmth between neighbors.

After quickly descending the stairs, I glanced at the store sign and headed to the subway station to go to school.

“Good morning!”

“Hey, Ryuji.”

“Good morning, Kim.”

“Yeah, good to see you too, Yaguchi.”

I met up with two friends who lived in the same neighborhood, and we exchanged greetings at the subway station.

“Hello, oppa.”

“Yuika, hi to you too.”

We exchanged the usual pleasantries and boarded the subway heading to school.

“By the way, Kim, what happened to your chin?”

“Oh? This? I got a bit banged up while exercising yesterday.”

I said that and smiled awkwardly.

In truth, the bruise was from getting hit by Ivan, but given the honor student image I usually maintained at school, I couldn’t easily tell the truth.

Also, I wasn’t the kind of person who went around getting beaten up.

“Geez, be more careful. That must hurt.”

“Haha, thanks for worrying.”

Thankfully, Yaguchi didn’t seem to question it much, and Yuika believed that I had gotten hurt while exercising.

However, it seemed the two ghosts accompanying Ryuji weren’t so easily convinced.

“Hmm, the contractor might be fooled, but not my eyes.”

Mahes, suddenly floating over to my side, narrowed his eyes and stared at my chin.

“Kim Yu-seong, I sense an unfamiliar energy from your body. Did you fight another warrior yesterday?”

How did he know?

I flinched and looked at him, and Mahes crossed his arms with a smug expression.

“It’s faded a lot, but I can still sense the lingering energy from your body. The strength of the scent suggests it was a formidable opponent.”

What is he, some kind of animal?

I looked incredulously at the foreign ghost who claimed to be able to sniff out other people’s energy.

Chiaki, who had been listening to Mahes with interest, scooted closer to me and asked, curious.

“So who did you fight? If you’re going to fight, you should’ve called Ryuji. I would’ve loved to watch.”

“It was… just something that happened. It had to do with Sasha’s father.”

“Sasha’s father? You mean that crazy musclehead we saw last week?”

It wasn’t exactly wrong, but coming from her, it sounded kind of crude.

“…Yeah.”

When I nodded in agreement, Mahes, seemingly recalling that moment, let out a low whistle of admiration.

“I knew from the first time I saw him that he wasn’t ordinary, but I didn’t think he’d be this strong. To inflict this much damage on the Warrior of the Sun I recognize.”

First of all, let me correct his misunderstanding: I’m not some Warrior of the Sun.

It was just a nickname that Mahes, being the battle junkie that he was, liked to use for me.

“You’ve had it rough, Yu-seong. Getting caught up in trouble like that.”

Listening to the conversation between me and Mahes, Ryuji finally seemed to grasp the situation and patted my shoulder in sympathy.

In reality, it could have been Ryuji who went through all this instead of me, so while I appreciated his concern, I felt a bit uncomfortable.

It felt like I was doing all the suffering that Ryuji should have gone through.

But it was good manners not to let that show, so I smiled and thanked him before quickly changing the subject.

Soon, after a few more stops, the subway became packed with people.

It was the suffocating rush hour, so naturally, we all fell silent and focused on our phones.

It was completely normal, so I didn’t mind.

But today, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the back of my head was itching.

It felt like someone was secretly watching me.

Since I was tall and have a bit of a fierce look, it wasn’t the first time I’d attracted attention.

But today, something felt different.

It felt like I was being watched by multiple people.

I could have expressed my discomfort, but telling people not to look in such a crowded place would have been awkward, so I decided to endure it until I got to school.

I figured if I didn’t react, the attention would soon fade away.

But surprise, surprise!

Contrary to my expectations, the feeling of being watched followed me all the way to the station where my school was.

And I finally found out why I was getting so much attention when I arrived at the school gate.

“There he is! That’s Kim Yu-seong!”

To my surprise, I was greeted by a horde of cameras just as I arrived at school.

“Kim Yu-seong! Are you the protagonist of the viral video circulating online right now?!”

“What is your relationship with Fuma Kotaro, the four-time GOF champion and pride of Japan?!”

“Please share your personal thoughts with us!”

“How did you come to know Ivan, the president of Easter Egg Company?!”

Questions poured in from every direction, like a barrage of gunfire.

I stood there, dumbfounded, and looked around.

Dozens of TV station cameras were all focused on me, actively filming.

‘How did it come to this?’

I had no clue.

A viral video? What video?

I had been so busy training over the past week that I hadn’t had time to check video-sharing sites like Niconico or YouTube, so I quickly pulled out my phone and searched.

And there it was, proudly sitting at the top of the trending videos—thumbnail and all.

It was a live recording of my street fight with Fuma Kotaro, who had suddenly attacked me a week ago.

“…This is crazy.”

I’m screwed.