"Alright. I expected this from the beginning, but if you know me, a famous shaman, there's no need for a long explanation."
"......"
A long explanation is needed, isn't it?
I hesitated to correct the misconception of the famous shaman Yoo Il-am right now. There's no need to ruin the atmosphere with unnecessary words.
It's the wisdom of life honed through part-time work.
"First, let's test your abilities as a shaman!"
"Yes."
Is there a need to test the abilities that have already been proven by the aptitude test?
I had strong doubts, but I decided to follow the instructions without objection.
"Take a look around this faculty room."
"Yes."
"What do you see?"
"I see teachers."
I could see the teachers frowning because of the alcohol that shaman Yoo Il-am had sprinkled on the floor of the faculty room.
"Anything else?"
"...I see desks and chairs."
"Oh, come on! You have to answer like a shaman! I'm asking about the ghosts hiding in this teacher's office!"
"......"
I couldn't help but look around the staff room once again due to the frustrated Yoo Il-am, who was pounding his chest.
'Hmm. I don't see anything?'
Even after rubbing my eyes, I couldn't see or hear any ghosts or even their hallucinations.
"Well... never mind. It's my fault for expecting too much from a beginner."
"Ah, yes."
"I would have taken you as a disciple if you were decent, but I'm not idle enough to teach someone with insufficient talent. Look for another shaman."
"Yes."
