Chapter 106
All this time, the hearing aid had been Shoko's primary support. Ever since Yaeko found out that her daughter had a hearing impairment, she had worked tirelessly to save money to buy that device for Shoko, enduring long, difficult days filled with sacrifices and exhaustion that were not always visible.
To others, it might have been nothing more than a small, replaceable gadget, something that could be bought again at any time. But to Yaeko, it was proof of a mother's long struggle—one who refused to give up on her circumstances. It was not merely a medical device, but a symbol of love, sacrifice, and the hope she had held onto all this time.
But now, because I was going to completely restore Shoko's hearing, the device was no longer needed for the process I was about to carry out.
Before the healing could begin, it had to be removed so it wouldn't interfere.
Shoko looked confused. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes blinked slowly, yet she remained silent and obedient as her mother removed the hearing aid. The small girl did not resist or ask any questions; she simply stood there, her petite body slightly stiff.
Her gaze shifted back and forth between her mother's face and mine, filled with innocent curiosity, yet tinged with caution—as if she sensed that something unusual was about to happen, even though she didn't fully understand what was going on.
Meanwhile, I slowly raised my palm, and without pause, I conjured a purple flame above it.
The flame appeared without any explosive sound—only a faint violet glow swirling gently like a small vortex in the air, moving steadily with a strange yet calming rhythm.
Its light looked soft yet striking, casting shades of purple across the walls, the ceiling, and our faces, creating thin shadows that moved slowly along with the motion of the flame.
The simple room instantly felt transformed, as if it had become the site of a mysterious ritual, filled with an unfamiliar aura that was unusual yet beautiful to behold, deepening the atmosphere and making it slightly oppressive.
From within the burning purple flame, I pulled out a black marker. The object emerged slowly from the swirling fire, as if being drawn from an unseen empty space, until it was fully within my grasp.
Once I held the marker firmly, I stepped toward the wall of Yaeko's room with steady steps, showing not the slightest hint of hesitation.
Without wasting any more time, I began drawing a large circle on the surface of the wall, the tip of the marker pressing against it with steady pressure. The lines I traced formed a neat and precise circular pattern.
Each curve of every line appeared carefully measured, as though I were copying a ritual symbol I had long memorized. My hand remained steady from beginning to end, without the slightest tremor, as if every line had already been determined before I even began drawing.
Inside the circle, I added several additional patterns that interconnected, forming a complex symbolic structure that still looked harmonious, line after line merging seamlessly without a single one falling out of rhythm.
Every pattern I drew was deliberate. Everything was arranged with a specific purpose, forming a network that seemed to have its own flow, like pathways channeling something unseen.
To the untrained eye, it might have looked like nothing more than strange scribbles without any clear meaning—just overlapping circular lines. But in truth, each line carried a flow of energy designed with precision, creating a barrier that ensured sound, light, and even the Cursed Energy within Yaeko's room could not be seen or detected from outside.
The circle was not merely a drawing, but a kind of invisible boundary that slowly began to take shape as each line was completed.
Shoko, who could not fully see the process of the purple flames appearing and only saw me pulling objects out of empty air, looked startled by what was happening in front of her.
Her round eyes widened, her pupils moving quickly as they followed my every motion, while her head tilted slightly to the side, showing the typical expression of a small child trying to make sense of something that didn't fit within their simple logic.
Yet what caught my attention was that Shoko didn't seem panicked at all. There was no fear on her face, no signs of her wanting to cry, no movement to step back or hide behind her mother. What remained was pure curiosity—honest, natural, and unfiltered.
That immediately piqued my interest. Was this little girl truly not afraid of strange things like this? Or perhaps, in her mind, I was nothing more than some kind of magician performing a trick she had never seen before?
Whatever the reason, that calm courage was quite surprising. Children are usually more honest when showing their fear; their reactions are spontaneous and hard to hide.
But Shoko watched everything with a strange sense of calm, as if she accepted this as something that could be understood, even if she didn't fully comprehend it.
After Shoko's hearing aid was completely removed, Yaeko slowly stood up again and looked at me with a seriousness she couldn't quite hide.
There was hope in Yaeko's gaze, but beneath it lay deep चिंता—an emotional mix only a mother could have when her child's future was at stake right before her eyes.
I returned Yaeko's gaze with a small nod, brief yet clear enough to signal that everything was going according to plan, with nothing to worry about for now.
Then I placed the marker back into the purple flames. In an instant, it vanished completely, as if swallowed by the void without leaving even the slightest trace.
A moment later, from the same flames, I brought out a small metal candy box and a small metal teapot, both emerging slowly from within the swirling purple light.
The candy box looked unique and old, made of metal with a dull surface that still faintly reflected light, as if it had been used for years and held countless stories within it.
Its shape was simple, without excessive ornamentation—just a small container with a single opening at the top where candies would come out one by one in an orderly manner.
Meanwhile, the small metal teapot in my other hand reflected the purple glow of the flames, its surface shimmering softly, with flickering shadows of fire dancing across it.
I opened the box slowly, my movements calm and controlled, then took out a small round candy from inside using my fingertips.
To an ordinary person, the candy looked completely normal, no different from any other small candy, yet it actually contained restorative energy that had been carefully stabilized to be safe for a normal human body.
I handed the candy to Shoko. She accepted it with a confused expression, her hand hesitating for a moment before finally grasping the small object.
The little girl stared at the candy in her palm for a few seconds, as if trying to find something different about its simple appearance.
Then Shoko lifted her gaze toward me, her eyes filled with unspoken questions, as if silently asking for an explanation about what exactly she had just received.
Her small fingers held the candy carefully—not too tight, but not loose either—showing her hesitation to eat it without certainty.
"Shoko, eat it. This is for your own good," Yaeko said softly, her tone full of reassurance, yet still carrying a gentle push for her daughter to find the courage to do it.
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