Master of Kaidan
Chapter 377: Don’t Rush, Let it Air Out and Then Speak

Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Don’t Rush, Let it Air Out and Then Speak

"No one under that name?" Yayuka’s face twisted into a peculiar expression. Surnames in the Eastern Country are inherently a very chaotic system, with many of them only belonging to one or two families, and some small surnames even disappearing for various reasons every few years.

"Yajima" in itself isn’t some historically profound large clan. This surname, symbolizing night and darkness and not even found in the top thousand of the Eastern Country’s surname rankings, was very likely conceived under the "Commoners Surname Edict" less than a hundred and fifty years ago, brainstormed by ancestors scratching their heads in the dead of night.

Compared to those large surnames with tens or hundreds of thousands of people, such surnames should have very obvious traces in the family registry files. Basically, as long as one finds a person with the surname Yajima and follows their father’s and grandfather’s lineage, it should be easy to find others with the same surname.

But now, my double... or rather, the person attached to my double claims there’s no record to be found, which is pretty outrageous, right? If I’m blunt, even if my parents both came from an orphanage that’s since closed down, burned down, or even got blown up by a meteorite, taking all the documents with it, there should still be things like a house purchase contract, driver’s license, or my own school application form, right?

Listening to Yayuka’s doubts, Feng Xue also felt helpless and said:

"It’s precisely because it’s outrageous, that’s why I feel this way. Your school records, the property deed for your house, etc., they all have names on them, but the problem is, although those two names are legally valid, there’s absolutely no trace of the registries they represent. Let me put it this way, do you remember what your parents’ names are?"

"Do you even need to ask? My father is... uh, wait a second, I’m sure I remember!"

Yayuka suddenly felt a bit of chaos in her mind. She knocked her forehead hard twice, startling the teacher who had initially wanted to remind this student to pay attention to the lesson, who then quickly shut his mouth and continued with the routine.

After much internal struggle, Yayuka, as if finally surfacing from the depths of the sea, managed to gasp for breath as she said:

"I remember now! My father is Yajima Junpei, my mother is Yajima Reiko."

"And then?" Yayuka, who had just caught her breath, was hit square in the face by the follow-up question, her already muddled brain churning even more violently. She gritted her teeth and said:

"What do you mean ’and then’?"

"Their height, their weight, their appearance, do you remember any of that? I recall that although your parents don’t often come home, they have video calls with you, right?" Feng Xue’s voice was as soothing as a late-night cello-playing streamer, and the previously agitated and fierce look on Yayuka’s face slowly eased, only to be replaced by a blank stare.

Because she realized that she truly couldn’t remember.

Even though she had had a video call with her parents just last month, she couldn’t recall what they looked like at all. During the call, she recognized them instantly, but it seemed as if the moment she hung up, the related information in her memory began to fade and disappear.

In that instant, Yayuka felt as though she had failed a sanity check, the sudden drop in her rationality giving her an impulsive urge to bolt.

Fortunately, Feng Xue, who had anticipated this, immediately took control of Yayuka’s body through the Poisonous Insect Body, keeping her "calmly" seated until the "temporary insanity" slowly subsided...

"Huff, huff..."

Despite sitting up straight, Yayuka was gasping heavily, not calming down until she felt light-headed and dizzy from hyperventilation.

"What on earth is going on? Could it be that actually I don’t have parents? That I’m an alien? Or a Kaidan with amnesia? A Masked Rider who has forgotten their Identity? An experiment of an Evil organization? A replica of the real Yayuka?"

Muttering a long list of hypotheses through clenched teeth, Feng Xue couldn’t help but be impressed by the breadth of a teenager girl’s imagination.

He denied it, saying:

"You’ve watched too many special-effects shows. You are a human named Yajima Yayuka; it’s just that your parents’ data is being ’protected’ by some Force, and even you yourself are affected to some extent."

Listening to Feng Xue’s somewhat abstract words, Yayuka pondered before tentatively asking, "Like Death God Thirteen?"

"Similar, but it’s something that operates in reality, making people forget their information. In fact, if I hadn’t established a special connection with you, I wouldn’t have been able to detect anything unique about you. Or rather, in the eyes of most beings, as long as you don’t actively seek trouble, everyone’s Impression of you would be that of an ’ordinary female high school student.’"

"So what’s your goal then?" Rather than relaxing, Yayuka became more alert and seriously asked:

"If you want to get information about my parents from me, then you’re barking up the wrong tree. I have to..."

"I know." Feng Xue interrupted the lie Yayuka was constructing in her mind and casually continued:

"I have no intention to use you to find your parents, or else I wouldn’t have directly told you that. Otherwise, I would have played a scam call on you, something like, ’xxx is in a car accident and urgently needs money, quickly call your parents.’ I just needed to confirm that you are indeed connected to this matter."

Feng Xue’s voice abruptly stopped, and now it was Yayuka who panicked. Indeed, she had the mindset of "I can’t reveal anything due to my parents’ safety," but for Feng Xue to drop such a bombshell and then disappear without explanation was just freaking nerve-wracking, as if a doctor suddenly described a rare disease and then left without a word.

"Wait a minute! Hold on!" Yayuka, as always, frantically called out in her mind, managing to pull out her substitute, but that Consciousness seemed to have vanished.

This scenario made Yayuka even more panic-stricken. She looked around, lost and aimless, almost like a child with ADHD. However, she soon regained composure, trying to regain control of her breathing and trying to reassure herself that this was a negotiation Skill, meant to unsettle her first.

But until the end of school, that Consciousness had not reappeared...

...

"Back already?" Seeing Feng Xue come to, Chen Xiyao, who was eating at a buffet, immediately stopped, embarrassed. Feng Xue, unfazed, tidied up her clothes and nodded, saying:

"I’ve pretty much confirmed it, though it’s not something that needs to be worn. The threshold to activate it is a bit more complicated, so using this to find Warehouse No. 8 is clearly unrealistic."

Chen Xiyao responded with no pressure, casually saying, "It’s fine. As long as we have a reference point, we can use it as a sample to conduct comparative surveys. As for the rest, leave it to those who study behavioral logistics and psychology to worry about."