Bullying Me? You Really Think a Spirit Medium Is a Soft Touch?

I got into a university in the city after growing up in the countryside.

Before I left, Grandpa gave me a wooden sword and told me to keep it with me at all times, even when I slept.

With an outfit this strange, the aunties thought I was practicing tai chi, and my roommates thought I was a cosplayer.

The campus belle made fun of me, and the campus bully picked on me...

Until the freshman bonfire party.

I stood beside the fire, reciting an ancient spell to summon spirit mediums, as the shadow of a spirit slowly appeared behind me.

Seeing my classmates’ terrified faces, I smiled faintly.

“I told you not to mess with a spirit medium.”