I Am The Strongest Ghost Hunter

Chapter 25

Raito frowned at the mirror for a long second, then a slow smile spread across his face.

Akito and Sakura exchanged confused glances.

“What’s with the grin?” Akito asked.

“I’ve got an idea,” Raito said, eyes lighting up. “Since they can only attack us with whatever we touch the mirror with… then I’ve got to try this out.”

“Try what out?” Akito pressed.

Raito just smirked.

“Just watch me.”

He started walking toward the mirror—purposeful, steady steps.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Until his breath hit the glass—hot fog blooming in a wide, horizontal line across the surface.

He kept exhaling—long, deliberate—stretching the fog further, creating a misty barrier that ended abruptly even though he was still breathing.

The mirror fogged perfectly—except for one thin, untouched strip where the reflection didn’t match.

Raito’s smile widened.

He’d found an opening.

But the moment he tried to straighten up—

He stumbled.

Just a fraction.

His lips brushed the mirror.

And his reflection’s lips met his with a smooch sound

Then Sakura’s reflection lunged—dragged Raito’s reflection back by the collar and jumped in front, claiming the kiss like it was her right all along.

The real Sakura slapped both hands over her face—cheeks burning crimson, body curling in on itself like she wanted to disappear.

Akito muttered under his breath, barely audible.

“Hmm… like she didn’t just grab his cock a few moments ago.”

Raito pulled back fast—wiping his mouth, face flushed.

“Anyway, guys,” he said quickly, trying to shake it off. “I just found an exit.”

Sakura’s hands dropped—eyes sparkling with sudden joy.

“An exit?”

“Yes,” Raito said. “Follow me. Just… don’t touch the mirror.”

He turned sideways—squeezed his body through the narrow, untouched gap he’d created.

Careful. Slow. Not even brushing the edges.

It worked.

The fogged strip widened just enough—he slipped through.

On the other side: another open space.

Even more mirrors.

Walls of them—floor to ceiling—creating infinite reflections in every direction.

“What now?” Akito asked, staring at the endless reflections. “Are we going to kiss all the mirrors now?”

Raito shot him a look. “No, of course not. I wasn’t kissing the mirror. I just blew breath on it to use the fog and find the edges—where the doorways usually are.”

Akito blinked. “Oh. I see.”

Then he grinned—mischievous.

“But you could’ve just done something like this.”

He walked up to the mirror in front of them, turned sideways, folded his arms, and gently pressed his shoulder against the glass. His reflection mirrored the pose—shoulder to shoulder, like two people trying to push each other back.

Akito leaned in—slow, steady—fixed his feet on the floor, and started walking forward while maintaining pressure.

The reflection pushed back.

For a second, nothing happened.

Then—Akito’s shoulder sank through.

He stumbled forward—through the mirror.

Gone.

Sakura gasped. “Wow.”

She followed instantly—slipping through the same spot, leaving Raito standing alone for a beat.

Raito stared at the mirror, muttering to himself.

‘Seriously… he could do that the whole time? Why didn’t he say something sooner?’

He shook his head, then stepped through after them.

They repeated the trick a few more times—shoulder presses, careful leans, slipping through invisible gaps—until finally they reached the end.

A giant mirror door.

No frame. No handle. Just a massive reflective surface blocking the way forward.

Their reflections were already waiting on the other side.

Raito’s reflection stood dead center—tall, confident, smirking.

Sakura’s reflection pressed against him—hands all over his body, possessive, clinging like he belonged to her.

Akito’s reflection lingered at the far end—arms crossed, watching everything with quiet amusement.

“What the hell,” Raito muttered.

His reflection chuckled—low, mocking.

Sakura blushed hard—seeing her own reflection draped over Raito made her cheeks burn. She edged closer to the real Raito, fingers twitching like she wanted to hug him right there.

“That’s the only mirror left,” Akito said, voice low. “And there’s no door handle, no obvious way through. So…”

Raito finished for him.

“We just have to break through it.”

Akito raised an eyebrow. “But how? It’s tough. How are we supposed to break it without touching it?”

Raito stared at the mirror—then at his own reflection staring back.

“I don’t know… maybe this is the part where one of us acts as a sacrifice for the others.”

Akito frowned. “What sacrifice?”

Sakura’s voice came out small.

“I don’t want to die…”

Raito took a breath—steady, resolved.

“Don’t worry. I can take a punch. I’ll just have to punch through it the same way I did that stretchy Doctor Harry Kane. Then I’ll brace for the impact. I may die. And if that happens…”

He looked at them both—eyes serious.

“I want you to clear the fifth floor and get the hell out of here. Understand?”

“Wait… you punched the doctor?” Akito asked, eyes wide.

Raito rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. “Oh right, you were unconscious. Don’t worry—I’ll show you. My fists will glow with electric sparks, and I’ll shatter this mirror.”

Akito stared. “Hmm… let’s see. First of all, the glowy punch thing sounds like a lie. Second, I still don’t even know how you’re alive right now. But there’s got to be another way to get out of here… Rai—”

Before Akito could finish, Raito had already dashed forward.

He sprinted straight toward the giant mirror door—fists clenched, eyes locked on his reflection.

With all his might, he swung.

The punch connected—hard.

The mirror vibrated once—barely.

No crack. No shatter.

Raito’s reflection laughed—low, mocking—then clenched its own fist. Electricity crackled around the knuckles, blue and vicious.

Boom.

The reflection’s punch slammed forward—through the glass, straight into Raito’s chest.

Raito flew backward—crashing just in front of Akito and Sakura, blood trickling from his lips.

“Yeah,” he coughed, wiping his mouth. “That was stupid.”

Akito exhaled. “I tried to warn you.”

Then his eyes lit up—like a lightbulb had just flicked on in his head.

He sidestepped close to Raito and whispered in his ear, voice low and urgent.

“I’ve got an idea. It’s brilliant. And it’s going to work.”

Raito raised an eyebrow. “Huh… you sound so confident with this ‘brilliant idea.’ What is it?”

Akito just smiled—wide, mischievous.

“Watch me.”

He sidestepped to Sakura.

Leaned in.

Whispered in her ear—soft, deliberate.

“Raito said… if you can crack that giant mirror, he’s going to give you a kiss. Not just any kiss. A passionate lip kiss.”

Sakura’s entire demeanor shifted.

Scared girl? Gone.

In her place: something almost manic.

Her eyes widened. Her breathing quickened. Her fists clenched.

She exploded forward—charged the mirror like a storm.

With what felt like every ounce of strength in her body, she punched.

First—silence.

The reflection giggled—mocking, cruel.

Then—

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

The mirror spiderwebbed—fractures spreading like lightning.

And then—

It exploded.

Shards flew outward—sharp, glittering rain.

Raito lunged for her.

Too far.

Sakura stood in the center—glass embedded in her skin, blood trickling from cuts, but she didn’t flinch.

She turned slowly—calm, almost serene—smiling through the pain.

“Ca… can… can I get my passionate kiss now?”

Then she collapsed.

Raito rushed forward—caught her before her head hit the ground.

He held her close—her breathing shallow, body limp.

In front of them—the mirror was gone.

Shattered.

Beyond it: stairs.

Leading up.

To the final floor.