Yuuta was still in disbelief about all of this. It was—ridiculous. Yes, that’s how all of this could be described. Was this where their tax payer money went into? What about the school tuitions?

And all of their reactions screamed that this was a secret, just as he suspected.

The best thing to do was alleviate their fears of … whatever Easter implied. He wouldn’t be a threat to them anyways, now that he was sure that they were not malicious themselves. He couldn’t say that someone capable of murder wasn’t also capable of being excited by baking, but from what he sensed of the other spirits, they were protective at the most.

“I don’t know what that means,” he said. “Unless you are referring to the Christian holiday. But, I have been able to see spirits and such things since I was small. It’s a power passed down in my family. If you need a reference, I can give you the contact information of my grandmother and the shrine I worked at over the summers to train when I was about your age.”

That was another possibility. Could this have just started?

Could they have just recently stumbled upon these protective beings and got caught up in something akin to a fantasy anime? Half of the supernatural stories that appeared in the media had more truth in them than the average viewer might realize.

“As long as you are not hurting anyone, I don’t have a problem with spirits being about. They’re here whether we like it or not.”