I’m the Only One Who Can’t See Ghosts

Jamsuni watched the girl trying to sit in front of her. Judging by the green name tag, she was also a first-year student.

Jamsuni kept a blank expression as she picked up her spoon.

But her spoon trembled slightly.

‘What… what’s this?’

‘Why were my hands shaking?’

Jamsuni hated herself for this.

She didn’t flinch when fighting the Demon Kings or tackling A-class supernatural phenomena. So why was she scared of someone who didn’t even look like they’d mastered a basic level of enlightenment, let alone advanced techniques?

Embarrassing memories started flooding back.

The first day when she was assigned her class, fumbling over her words.