HP: Spirit Talker

After an hour's walk through the metropolis, my traditional kimono and sandals attracted the attention of the local gang. It was one thing to bitch and moan, maybe even get into a little fight, but when I was somehow shoved into an alley with a dozen young men dressed in various outfits and wielding various cutting weapons, I tensed up.

I had hoped they were some kind of gang with some sense, but I hadn't expected the scumbags they turned out to be. The vile laughter, the stupid, below-the-belt jokes, the loud, barking laughter — they were hyenas. I had mixed feelings of interest and gratitude. And after a minute, I felt funny. I wanted to laugh out loud at the sight of skinny guys in baggy clothes with bats, pipes, chains and knives who think they are masters of life.

They are ridiculous and disgusting, because one by one they are nothing — only in a crowd and in large numbers. It's a shame that there are more and more of these scum in the world.

When one of the laughing idiots, standing sideways behind me, stealthily, as he thought, shifted and tried to hit me with the bat, giggling nastily, I started. Needless to say, I did not let him hit me?

Is it worth mentioning that they played into my hands by setting up their "camp" in a wide, but dark cul-de-sac? Hope, as they say, dies last. After a little knocking, from which the whole dozen "brave young men" lay unconscious, I started to check. No, well, why let them go unpunished?

 I've seen a lot of movies, I've read a lot, albeit in my former life, and I've seen a lot of things, so I know how scumbags can be. One after another, time after time, the emotionless bodies were tested by my magic. The procedure was simple: a magical seal on the forehead, palms on the temples, and within five to seven minutes I knew all I needed to know.

When I was done, I stood for a few minutes, contemplating the scale. Robbery, assault, rape, kidnapping of young girls, drugs, even murder. And this is WHAT am I supposed to do with them? Kill them? How easy and fast it is to spell this word "kill", and just as easy to do it, but the consequences... you should think about karma from an early age, you should not get dirty again, especially with this kind of dirt. Well, I've got an idea, he-he...

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— News Flash! — A pretty anchorwoman, wearing a light-colored pantsuit, long hair down to her shoulder blades, and a lively expression on her face. — Today, just a few minutes ago, there was an unprecedented riot in the streets of Shibuya. Our crew happened to be there and managed to film an unusual flash mob, or so we thought at first. Take a look at these shots...

The TV screen shows a large intersection with many streets and paths going in different directions. The evening is filled with the life of people walking back and forth: singles, couples and groups. There was cheering, laughing, shouting, people began to gather in a dense tunnel with a column of young people in the middle.

The age of the people, from the looks of it, ranged from sixteen to twenty-something. All of them were naked. All had tattoos, piercings, and bruises. All have frozen, serious expressions. One could even say spiritualized. Silently, oblivious to everything around them, and without turning their heads, the column of a dozen young men marched across the square and down one of the streets....

— As you have seen, the sight was very unusual, and it could not fail to interest us, so we decided to follow the procession. To our surprise, the whole column turned towards the police station, behind the doors of which it disappeared! More shocking than the "naked procession" was the statement of the police and what our group managed to film... — the girl paused briefly, obviously playing. — The young men confessed to a multitude of crimes! According to preliminary data, at least thirty episodes of crimes will be solved! The interrogations continue and the investigators promise to hold a press conference soon. With you was...

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