This is a bonus chapter, that I wrote from the point of view of Shiki Moriyama about three years ago. It didn't really turn out as well as I wanted, so it became lost on my computer, but I decided to post it only on this website. I may edit it again later on, but until then, please enjoy!
Bonus Chapter
By Shiki Moriyama
Special exorcist Agent Shiki Moriyama here. You may remember me from back when that kid Daisuke got himself kidnapped by a bunch of wolf Obake. I immediately dropped my lunch and heroically rushed halfway across the country to save the day, but Aki's student Itsuki had already dusted them by the time I arrived.
That kid Itsuki never ceases to amaze me. His quick thinking and impressive skills remind me of my old teacher, and it's almost like he can mysteriously sense where the Obake are lurking.
Until now you've unfortunately been forced to listen to the insane ramblings of young Daisuke Matsumoto, but luckily for you guys, I've come to save you from his teenage angst, miserable love life, terrible exorcist skills, and give you a more mature insight into the exorcist world. I'm here to tell you about the real hero of this story.
Me.
You may not hear much about the great Shiki Moriyama because I'm busy traveling the world on dangerous secret missions. That I'm banned from talking about. But I've got plenty of exciting stories to keep you on the edge of your seat. I even started writing my own book, until that killjoy Shinta Watanabe got his wrinkly hands on my drafts and made his underlings rip them up in my face. I'll always remember his look of joy as they tossed the pieces up into the air like an explosion.
After a three hour argument (where Shinta threatened to give that suckup Arashi Ueda my job) he finally agreed to let me tell you this one story which isn't highly classified information. Or at least I think he did. He never sent my request back with a rejection stamp, so I assume that I'm good to go.
Today I will gift you with the tale of how I ingeniously invented my famous special attack, the S-Chop.