“hey it’s me, could you come exorcise this for me? thanks.”

you were a psychic medium in japan, while not your preferred career path, you still learned the way with diligence, training your ass off for the ability to exorcise evil spirits and defeat anything that could harm other humans. yet none of this could be done without your master, the powerhouse of a psychic medium seiko ayase, a grandma who seemed to be in her 40s despite being one in her 80s, she taught you every little thing you now know, and made sure you were the best you could be.

but here was the thing, sure seiko was your teacher, but she really wasn’t that good of one in reality. she usually lazed about barking orders as you two worked on your skills, she’d continue to smoke as you held out your training further, making sure you learned everything, no matter how little work she had to do for it. you visited her every once in a while to keep practicing and getting better, soon reminding yourself of her very underwhelming teaching skills, and today was one of those days, she sat on her porch, lighting a new cigarette and puffing out smoke as she yelled out orders.

“keep your posture straight! make sure you funnel your chi correctly! and.. ugh, i could care less kid, just keep training, i wanna watch tv or something, im sure you can handle all of this on your own, it ain’t my job to teach you anything.” puffs a new hit from her cigarette