Chapter 110:
Discover the story in "Low-Fantasy Occultist" Chapter 114: Creating a shikigami was a basic invocation technique, commonly used by OnmyĹdĹ practitioners for errands.... Continue exploring!
Creating a shikigami was a basic invocation technique, commonly used by OnmyĹdĹ practitioners for errands. It used to be a much more respected ability, but as summoning powerful spirits became impossible, it became a minor utility skill.Nick hadnât bothered with it in this life because he rarely needed such weak constructs when he could do so much on his own, and he didnât know enough about the local spirits to attempt to subjugate the more powerful ones. But now, it was precisely the solution to his problem: a simple, disposable minion that could lure Jack away without jeopardizing Nickâs secrets.
He snuck around the back of a mossy log, carefully making it look like he was checking a bush for berries. There, he found an armload of fallen twigs and a tuft of dry grass. Settling onto his haunches, he began assembling the puppet, binding the sticks into a vaguely humanoid shape with the grass, creating a rough skeleton of limbs and a torso.
He created a faint swirl of air to muffle any sounds he made, using to ensure Jack was still far enough away that he couldnât see him. He sensed his presence drifting closer as he tried to see what Nick was doing, but he couldnât traverse the clearing without being spotted, forcing him to take the long route around.
The shikigami was nearly complete within a couple of minutesâa spindly figure with a hollow chest cavity, perfect for lodging the hobgoblin core. Nick carefully wedged the crystal inside, feeling it settle with a click.
He bit his index finger with a hiss, drawing a bead of blood. He let a single drop fall onto the puppetâs forehead, watching as it was absorbed. Then, in hushed syllables, he recited the most basic OnmyĹdĹ invocation.
âYorishiro ni narite,
Watashi no kotoba ni kotae yo.â
"Be kind to me and respond to my words."
The air seemed to shimmer around the puppet. A faint, pale glow seeped from the hobgoblin core, traveling along the twigs until it converged at the eyes, forming two tiny pinpricks of greenish light. Nick felt the puppet jerk before it sat upright.
Despite how simple the magic was, a breath of relief escaped him. It worked.
CONGRATULATIONS!
You have cast
+ 200 Exp
The puppet was no more than a mindless servant, barely a step above a golem. It could only follow simple commands, as it had no intelligence of its own. Perfect for leading Jack away.he same for me, Iâm sure,â he said, shameless enough to try to take advantage of the situation. He had a pretty high CHA. There was no reason not to use it.
Jackâs gaze lingered on the fragments, and for a second, Nick worried he might somehow realize what it was. But eventually, his shoulders slumped. âI guess Iâm not that good a scout, eh?â
âYou canât guard against everything,â Nick murmured, feeling very awkward in having to reassure him. He was also still scouring the area for whatever had possessed the shikigami, but either it was incredibly stealthy, or its range far exceeded what he could manage.
The awkward silence hung between them until Nick broke it by stepping over to the puppetâs remains, pretending to examine them with mild interest. He gave a small, resigned sigh. âNothing left to salvage. Letâs head back.â
Jack nodded, appearing more subdued than ever. Together, they walked through the moonlit clearing, with Nick leading the way. He focused on controlling his breath, gathering his composure in the process.
Yet, Nick felt a faint sense of relief as they neared the tents. Jack might still be suspicious, but now Nick had saved his life. That would buy him at least a measure of goodwill. Maybe enough to keep him from snooping around again.
Nick checked the potions and was satisfied to find that his absence hadnât somehow ruined them.
The entire day had been chaotic, and he nearly killed Jack. However, he had salvaged the situation and was ready to get through the ritual since no one else appeared inclined to disturb him.
The circle was established well beyond the creek, on the far side of a narrow glade he had deliberately chosen for its natural boundaries. The flowing waters served as a separation point, giving him extra oomph for his privacy spells.
He circled the perimeter of the small clearing, scattering ground stoneroot and whispering incantations that reinforced the protective lines. The air around him lost oxygen, becoming hostile to anyone without a high CON.
Those below one hundred points in the attribute would immediately experience a killer headache and fatigue, pushing them to turn back. That should be enough to deter the clueless. As for his father, Marthas or Arthur⌠Nick could only hope they wouldnât come this way. And if they did, perhaps the wards would give him a valuable minute or two to get rid of the evidence.
Nick knelt on the grass, taking out a piece of chalk, and sketched a complex spiral that branched into five lines. This was a variation of the Ritual of Abnegation, his preferred method to crush any spiritual or magical fluctuations. It had worked when he sacrificed the Vine Wraith; it would work now, too.
He prepared it meticulously, ensuring each rune was angled precisely, each line an unbroken path. A single mistake could collapse the entire structure at the worst time, dispelling his primary ritual and leaving him unfinished. But he didnât feel like risking it after how close a call he just had.
After nearly half an hour, he stood up and surveyed his work. The runes shimmered faintly, and he was confident they would channel his intent properly.
He returned to the other side of the water, checking for any footprints or obvious signs of his presence. Then, he carefully placed the half-finished potions on a rock as if he might return to them soon.
That done, he had no more excuses for delaying.
He hopped over the creek again and walked over the circle. When he reached its center, where the Oni core waited for him, he whispered the activation word.
âQallarinapaqâ
âBeginâ
A ripple coursed through the clearing as the Abnegation runes lit with a soft, purplish glow.
He bit down on his tongue until he tasted bloodâjust enough to serve as a spark. He spat a single drop onto the ground, letting it fall right where the runic lines overlapped.
His eyes fluttered closed as he tapped into the power of the main ritual. The lines glowed with a dull red shimmer, only to be consumed by the Abnegation spiral. Tension filled him as the two powers collided.
For an instant, he feared the secondary circle would trigger incorrectly and snuff out his entire ritual, but it didnâtâheâd done his work well. Instead, it balanced, and power began to flow from the Oni core.