Then came Middle School. And you might wonder, how was this different for Nate?
Well, other than having a squad of Yo-kai shadowing him everywhere… it wasn't. At least, not on the surface.
To the teachers and students, Nate had "fallen off." He looked lazy in class, never seemed to study, and half the time could be caught doodling or staring out the window with that dry, bored look of his. But then the tests came back…
Top marks. Every time.
It drove everyone insane.
Especially her.
The red-haired girl who sat two rows ahead of him—sharp eyes, sharper tongue—was constantly irritated at how this "lazy ass" kept getting scores on par with (or higher than) hers. She trained, studied, crammed, and he just… coasted. Or at least, that's what it looked like.
And if that wasn't enough, Nate was still the king of PE. Dodgeball? Victory. Track? Victory. Basketball? Victory. His friends joked that he'd stolen all the "main character stats" for himself.
What made it worse? He still had his old friend group from elementary. Gorota, Imada, Hailey, and Fumika were all by his side, same as always. To them, Nate was still Nate—just a little taller, a little sharper, and maybe a little more smug.
But then, during his second year of Middle School, Kunou transferred in.
And that's when things got really interesting.
The reunion was heartwarming. Gorota and Imada nearly cried. Hailey and Fumika squealed. They'd all known Kunou since kindergarten, so having her back felt natural. None of them suspected a thing about her true heritage—her six golden tails hidden carefully under Tanuki magic.
But the red-haired girl?
The moment she saw Kunou walking side by side with Nate in the hallway, laughing like it was the most natural thing in the world… her jaw nearly hit the floor. Her carefully built world of "I've figured out Nate Adams" cracked.
And it only got worse from there.
On the rooftop, the red-haired girl clutched a glowing magical crystal, her hands trembling.
She had long crimson hair that shimmered under the afternoon sun, sharp purple eyes, and was dressed in the standard uniform of the school. But right now, none of that mattered—because her heart was racing in full-blown panic.
[Insert image of Mio Naruse]
Mio Naruse was not just any ordinary transfer student. She was the daughter of the former Demon Lord. Which meant when supernatural politics came knocking, they usually came knocking on her.
And today, they kicked down the door.
"Father!" Mio screeched into the crystal, pacing back and forth. "Why is the Yokai Princess—the actual Kyoto Princess—in my school?! In my class, even! I know this is Kyoto, but why?!"
Her father's calm, deep voice echoed faintly through the crystal. "Mio, calm yourself. Yasaka's daughter attending a human school is… unusual, yes. But it is not unexpected. The Kyoto Yokai have been opening ties with the human world more and more. It seems the Prophecy Child is here as well."
Mio froze. "…The what?"
"The Child of Prophecy. If Kunou is nearby, he must be too. Be careful, Mio."
Mio's face paled. She gripped the crystal tighter, eyes darting toward the edge of the rooftop where she could glimpse the courtyard below—where Nate was laughing with Kunou like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She slammed her forehead into the railing, groaning. "Why, why did I have to end up in the same school as all these super-important people? I just wanted a normal high school life!"
The crystal pulsed, her father's voice dry. "…You are the daughter of the Demon Lord, Mio. 'Normal' was never in your cards."
"Ughhhh!" she screamed, stomping her foot so hard the rooftop rattled.
Down below, Nate sneezed. He frowned, rubbing his nose. "…Weird. I just felt like someone was yelling about me."
Mio clutched the crystal tighter, her voice shaky. "Father… who is the Prophecy Child?"
A low hum rumbled through the connection. Then her father's voice answered, calm but grave. "We don't know."
Mio froze. Her brain screeched to a halt. Then—
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'WE DON'T KNOW'?!" she shrieked, startling a flock of birds off the rooftop. "Isn't the whole point of a Prophecy Child that the entire supernatural world knows who they are the moment they're born?!"
Her father sighed, as if he had been preparing for this reaction. "Normally, yes. But the Yokai are not fools, Mio. They've gone to extraordinary lengths to hide him. Even Heaven and the Satans have only scraps of information. It was only confirmed recently—barely over a decade ago—that the Prophecy Child of the Yokai was even born."
Mio staggered back, gripping her head. "So let me get this straight…" she muttered, pacing in a circle. "Not only do I have to share a classroom with the Kyoto Princess, but somewhere in this school could also be the super-secret, world-shaking Prophecy Child?!"
The crystal pulsed faintly. "…Correct."
Mio dropped to her knees, screaming into the sky. "WHY IS MY LIFE AN ANIME PLOT?!"
Her father's voice shifted from the crystal, echoing as if he were right beside her. "It's just one more year, Mio. Then you'll be in high school with Basara. Until then… keep out of this matter. It isn't the time yet to reveal the supernatural to him."
Mio's fingers tightened around the crystal, her knuckles pale. Her purple eyes quivered, frustration swirling in their depths. Just one more year? The words echoed like a cage around her. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the urge to scream.
"But Father," she protested, her voice cracking. "The Yokai Princess—she's already here! In my class, in my school! How long do you expect me to just pretend nothing is happening? What if she suspects something about me?"
For a moment, silence lingered. Then, her father's tone grew colder, steadier. "Mio, listen carefully. The Prophecy Child is at the heart of this. Until the time comes, your role is to watch… and to endure. Do not make a move unless absolutely necessary. If you do… you'll expose everything we've worked to protect."
Mio's breath hitched. She wanted to argue, to defy him—but the weight of his words pressed down like chains. One year. One year of silence. One year of secrets. One year of pretending to be an ordinary girl while the supernatural world loomed closer with every passing day.
"…I understand," she whispered at last, her voice trembling.
The crystal dimmed, her father's presence fading into nothingness, leaving her alone on the rooftop under the cold Kyoto sky. Mio clutched the crystal to her chest, heart pounding. One year. Just one more year…
And yet, deep down, she feared she wouldn't even have that much time.
On the other side of the crystal, the image of a man slowly came into focus before the light dimmed and the call was severed.
The figure sat in a vast, dimly lit chamber carved from obsidian, its walls thrumming faintly with residual gravity magic. He was no ordinary man—this was Wilbert, the former Demon Lord, rival of the War God Jin Toujou himself. The weight of his presence alone would have crushed lesser demons to their knees. His crimson cloak shifted slightly as he exhaled, the air around him trembling faintly from the suppression of his own overwhelming aura.
Known across the realms as the master of Gravity Magic, Wilbert bore the pride and burden of being a scion of the powerful Valen Clan—a name spoken with both reverence and fear.
Sliding a hand slowly down his face, his sharp eyes narrowed with irritation.
"Yasaka…" he muttered, voice heavy with restrained annoyance. "You're a pain in the ass sometimes."
His fingers drummed against the armrest of his obsidian throne, the faint pull of gravity making the air hum in response to his mood. The revelation of the Yokai Prophecy Child weighed on him, stirring memories of battles past and the dangers yet to come.
For a man like Wilbert, patience was not weakness—it was a weapon. And for now, that weapon was being tested to its limits.
Wilbert leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled before his face as his thoughts drifted beyond the Yokai and Kyoto.
The Hero Clans… He could already picture their restless unease. Proud, divided, and ever-thirsting for power, they would never tolerate an unknown factor like the Prophecy Child for long. Some would call for the child's protection, others for his capture—or his elimination. Their infighting alone could shake the human world if they weren't careful.
His gaze turned upward, as though piercing through stone and sky toward Heaven itself. And the three Christian Factions… They were already fragile after centuries of strained peace. The Prophecy Child wasn't enough to destabilize them completely, but it was a crack in the foundation, a shadow of doubt where none had been before.
A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Michael… no doubt you already know," Wilbert murmured. The Archangel's vigilance was legendary. If anyone had traced the faint threads of prophecy since the very beginning, it was him. That calm, untouchable gaze—Wilbert could almost see it now, fixed on Kyoto with quiet certainty.
But the Fallen were another matter. Their neutrality made them dangerous in ways Heaven and Hell rarely understood. Azazel, the ever-curious Governor-General, never moved without a dozen contingencies in place. Wilbert narrowed his eyes. How does he see this? As a threat to study… or a game to play?
The former Demon Lord exhaled, letting the heavy silence of the chamber settle once more. Pieces were already in motion. Allies and enemies alike would soon be drawn to Kyoto—not for Yasaka, not for the fox princess, but for the child hidden in their shadow.
Meanwhile, back with Nate, he was in an Empty classroom with Kunou, as he flipped a Yo-kai metal in his Finger
It was of a pale purple-skinned Yo-kai with one red eye, navy blue stripes on her face, and long white hair styled as two large horns held by a navy blue ribbon. She wears a navy blue dress with a golden waistband, a gold sash around her shoulders, and resembles a typical djinn as she was hugging a pillow, having her tongue out and having her one eye lower side stretched
[Insert image of Insomi]
Nate looked at her he spoke. "Listen... Insomni right, studies are already stressed out in Exam week, they don't need lack of sleep. Either, I get you can only get sleep by stealing other people's sleep".
Insomni floated lazily above the desk, hugging her pillow tighter, her single red eye half-lidded with exhaustion. A faint yawn escaped her as she tilted her head at Nate. "Mmm… but it's so warm and cozy when I take theirs. All that sweet, drowsy energy…"
Nate flicked the Yo-kai Medal once more before catching it between his fingers with practised ease. His tone was dry, but his eyes stayed sharp.
"Yeah, cozy for you. Meanwhile, half the class looks like zombies and the teachers think it's my fault again."
Kunou, who had been leaning against the window with her arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. Her tails swayed lightly behind her, amused. "You're way too soft, Nate. If this had been anyone else, they'd have just sealed her medal away and left it at that."
Nate sighed, rubbing his temple. "I'm not heartless, Kunou. Insomni's not malicious, she's just… doing what she does. But she has to learn boundaries. Yo-kai or not, people need sleep, especially during exam week."
Insomni floated down a little, pouting, her eye widening with a hint of guilt. "So… no more snatching? Even just a little? I really need my naps…"
Nate's dry smile tugged at his lips as he leaned forward. "Fine. You can nap in my room if you want, but no touching anyone else's dreams. Deal?"
The Yo-kai blinked in surprise before hugging her pillow tighter, a small blush creeping across her pale face. "…You're too nice for your own good, Prophecy Boy."
Kunou's ears twitched at the nickname, her golden eyes narrowing slightly. "Careful with words like that, Insomni. Some ears aren't meant to hear them."
The playful atmosphere thickened for a moment, leaving Nate to sigh again, already sensing that "normal" middle school life was drifting further away every day.
Nate pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing around the classroom. Chairs were overturned, a couple of desks were actually smoking, half the chalkboard was iced over, and there was a very suspicious paw-print hole in the ceiling. "…So, um, how do we fix the classroom before someone walks in and thinks we started a supernatural battle royale in here?"
Kunou followed his gaze, tail flicking. Some curtains were still smouldering from a stray fireball, one wall shimmered with frost, and Jibanyan was proudly posing on top of a broken desk like he'd just won the world championship.
Kunou gave him a flat look, then sighed. "A few repair spells should fix it."
Nate raised an eyebrow, pointing to the scorch mark shaped like Jibanyan's face on the floor. "…Define 'a few.' Because this looks more like a contractor's nightmare than 'a few.'"
Jibanyan, not helping, pumped his paws in the air. "Yeah! Victory, nyan!"
Nate just deadpanned as he continued. "…You also just won us a month's worth of detention if anyone sees this."
Kunou, already weaving a spell, muttered under her breath. "Honestly, Nate, you attract chaos like a magnet…"
Nate smirked faintly, leaning against a half-broken desk.
"Not my fault. I just call it… extended extracurricular activities."
A few repair spells later, the classroom looked mostly normal—though if anyone squinted, they'd probably notice the faint scorch outline of Jibanyan still burned into the floor. Nate slipped Insomni's Yo-kai Medal between his fingers, the faint glint of purple reflecting off the hallway lights. "Still, let's be glad that fight happened after school hours. Explaining to a teacher why the windows are half-melted would've been a nightmare."
Kunou walked beside him, tails swishing, and gave a small nod. "True. But it wasn't all that bad, was it?" She smirked, tilting her head at the medal. "You got an A-rank Yo-kai out of it. That's progress."
Nate raised a brow, spinning the medal once more before pocketing it. "Progress is one word. 'Collateral damage' is another."
Jibanyan, padding along behind them, puffed out his chest. "Hey, I call that a team victory, nyan!"
Nate gave him a side-eye. "…You also set two bulletin boards on fire. Don't think I didn't notice."
Kunou chuckled softly, covering her mouth. "You're getting better at this, though. A few years ago, you'd have been the one panicking about the mess."
Nate smirked faintly, tone dry as ever. "Yeah, well… now I just panic quietly."
Nate returned home, and the first thing he did was place Insomni's Medal into the Yo-kai Encyclopedia.
With a flash of light, the pale one-eyed Yo-kai materialized, stretching and yawning. "So, I'm not gonna be confined to my Medal, huh?" she muttered, lazily hugging her pillow as her gaze drifted toward Nate.
He was sitting in the middle of his room, surrounded by Whisper, Jibanyan, Kuroka, Komosan, Frostina, and several other Yo-kai whose Medals he had gathered over the years. Nate flipped the book closed with a faint smile.
"Yes," he confirmed, "and it also makes sure the Church and exorcists know you're not some wandering Yo-kai clinging to humans. You're officially part of the Kyoto Faction now. Mom and Lady Yasaka said this way, no other groups will get any ideas."
Insomni blinked at him, then gave a tired grin. "Huh… not bad for a Seer kid."
To be continued
Hope people like this Ch and Give me power stones and enjoy, also Last Ch for this week, for people wondering why didn't pick from where last Ch ended, you all have to wait for Ch 20, sorry, also if I am naming Volume 2 Yokai King, I want names for Volume 3, keeping with that theme, sense Volume 1 is names Yokai Prince