I'll Be an Onmyoji, But I'm Apprenticing Under a Yokai

Late at night, a girl was running alone through a mountain path. Toka, 15 years old. A girl born with the gift of an onmyoji — a spirit-controlling magic user. But that gift was never hers. Her grandparents had taken it, using her power like a tool for as long as she could remember. Her shoes were torn, her hands bleeding, but still she ran. She never wanted to go back. Deep in the mountains stood an old, quiet house. Toka collapsed at its doorstep. The owner was a yokai named Yozora — a guar