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Being Miya, she didn’t call an exorcist. She grabbed a flashlight and a box of mochi (ghosts, according to urban legend, love sweets) and crept toward the room.
“Um… excuse me,” Miya whispered.
“A ghost isn’t a curse—it’s a feeling someone forgot to finish. Sometimes, all it needs is a cup of tea.” miya-chan no kyuuin life! 17
The sliding door was slightly ajar. Inside, dust danced in moonbeams—and sitting seiza before a phantom tea brazier was a translucent young woman in a Meiji-era housemaid’s uniform. She was calmly, meticulously making tea that no one would drink. Being Miya, she didn’t call an exorcist
“Miya-chan, did you leave the shoji screens open to the tea ceremony room last night?” “A ghost isn’t a curse—it’s a feeling someone
The ghost of Hana was seen no more. But from that day on, whenever Miya cleaned the tea ceremony room, she’d leave one freshly made sweet there, just in case.
That evening, Miya prepared the tea ceremony room—fresh flowers, proper incense, and the old tea set. She invited the family, brewed the tea exactly as Hana’s notes described, and served it in silence.