Kokorichi and The Ghost Blade

Part 1 - The Fraud Hunters

Okay. Its officially been a week here and I hate it.

Like, the living conditions are trash since they rely on child labor, and YOU'RE NOT EVEN PAID IF YOU'RE A MINOR?!  

Its like the orphanage, but worse. The older ones there look at me with pity, whilst the ones my age range bully me relentlessly. Sometimes I feel like those 'Mary sue but edgy' protagonists. Its wild. But this isn't a commentary, it's a book. So here's how my first week went as a ghost hunter.

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I stepped into the building, which was really just an old, musty and damp warehouse. I couldn't help but notice the absurd amount of ghosts everywhere. This is a facility for GHOST HUNTERS, not a sanctuary for the things they're trying to hunt down!!

The older guy that I was with was talking to me. Wait did I zone out? Again? Maybe if I tune in I'll get the gist of what's happening?

"....kay Kokorichi?"

Oh. I nod. Well, plan 'get to know what's happening' was a bust. Suddenly a kid that looks around my age comes into the room I'm in, which I can only guess is the living room.

"d-Argus, is this a bad time?"

The kid seems nice enough, good manners and all. He has jet black hair and a blue undertone to his eyes that make it baby blue. I shudder. Baby blue does not fit this kid. 

"Ah, no, its a good time. Young Kokorichi, go with Jeremy and he'll show you around. Jeremy, show her around."

The man, or Argus, as he was called, leaned down and whispered something in Jeremy's ear.  I made out a bit of the words as they conversed 'silently'. Wow, what else were they bad at?

'..Jerry, show her around. Yes, I understand that you have a disdain for her, but she is a recruit nonetheless. They payed me well for her, even if the girl can't speak.'

So they bribed this guy? What'd he need the money for, drugs? Also, what's with people thinking I'm mute? I can speak perfectly well, thank you very much!

Argus, who I'd started calling 'Arg' pushed the Jeremy kid away from him and towards me.

"Alright, get going you two. I have business and paperwork here to handle. Chop chop."

Jeremy pulled me away without a second thought. What the heck is going on?

At one point, when we were in a creepy hallway —yes there were ghosts. What did you think, a scary hallway wouldn't have ghosts?— the kid pulled me aside.

"Look, Crockerichie  or whatever you name is." I winced at his terrible pronunciation of my name. "..let me lay out a couple of 'ground rules' for you. I'm a pretty important kid in these parts, because I'm the next NightBook Hunter heir. I've been training my whole life to be the heir, so I'm not going to let you take this opportunity from me. Got it?"

..wow. this kid really is passionate. I nodded my head and he muttered under his breath. Either I have meta-hearing or these ghost hunters are like, really loud.

'Huh, they really can't speak.'

WHAT IS WITH PEOPLE THINKING I CAN'T SPEAK-!?

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As the week progressed, it seemed like my life got worse. What, you thought it'd get better? Nah. My schedule was an 8am-8pm schedule —which, mind you, SUCKS— with 8-9 being breakfast, duh,  9-10am being the 'paranormal' curriculum, which Jerry Berry is super interested in— his name is now Jerry Berry, and no one can stop me —, 11am-12pm being actual curriculum, 12-12:30pm being lunch, 12:50-2pm being defense classes, 2-3pm are study halls, 3-4pm being 'Tool Handling' classes, which are tools to help people to see ghosts. Oh, and 4-8pm is actual training in the field. For kids under 13, however, these are just free time for most kids.

Now, the tool handling classes are actual schist, because when there was the lecture, they said stuff like ''oh, here's the glasses to see ghosts, they see all ghosts, whenever'' and I thought it was fine until they said; ''as you can see there are no ghosts here, since here is a safe zone. Feel free to train however.''

..there were 18 ghosts in that room when the person said that, and all of them —including me, but I'm not a full ghost— just stared incredulously.

As for the defense classes, they teach you how to use so many weapons, I adore it SO MUCH. Jeremy always makes fun of Mx. Ramirez, but I really just admire her. She's a good instructor. 

I'm not allowed on the real field missions yet, but I will when Mx. Ramirez gives enough training. Honestly, I think she likes me. As a student, of course.

I've been yapping too much, so I should fill you in. The real fun began on my very first mission, 3 months later..

--- (a/n)

SEVEN HUNDRED AND SEVENTY WORDS HOW AWESOME SAUCE IS THAT?! Most I've written b4 to be honest. 

How's that for a chapter! 😗😗

Anyways, this was like a filler (ish) chapter before the beginning of the main plot begins, so um yeah do what you will

-Mex 😇😇