I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 101 - 79. The Past of Asakusa Shrine (10,000 Words Achieved)

Chapter 101: 79. The Past of Asakusa Shrine (10,000 Words Achieved)

Next to the dining table covered with a pure white tablecloth, Kasahara Fumi was picking up bright red cooked prawns onto her plate.

Five centimeters taller than the average Japanese male, wearing a black police uniform, with a tight and mini skirt. The perfect leg line stretching from under the skirt hem firmly attracted the surrounding men’s gaze, and her upright spine and knees immediately reminded people of roles like "female officer."

There are many ways to describe a beautiful woman.

Describing her as "rare" or "stunning" wouldn’t meet with opposition, Fujiwara Reya thought, but he’d prefer to describe her as "cool," as her sister’s icy demeanor and sharp eyes made her beauty devoid of any weakness.

"Miss Kasahara," Fujiwara Reya approached and greeted, "any recommendations on what’s good to eat?"

Kasahara Fumi ignored him, sipping from a goblet filled with water with the aloofness of a lone warrior.

"It’s not for me," Fujiwara Reya said, popping a piece of watermelon into his mouth and chewing, "the two chairmen have instructed me to get food. Besides, you wouldn’t want me bringing unsuitable stuff to your honorable mother, would you?"

"You really are infuriating!"

Kasahara Fumi said flatly, and then relayed her mother’s preferences.

Heaped with dishes, Fujiwara Reya followed her instructions, collecting seafood with caviar, rich seafood soup, Frankfurters, and medium-rare Kobe steak...

As he was about to leave, a chubby middle-aged woman saw him and curiously greeted, "Excuse me, might you be the Tsuchimikado family’s young master?" freeweɓnøvel~com

"Nope." Fujiwara Reya picked up an ice bucket.

"Sorry." The middle-aged woman awkwardly smiled, "You have such a great demeanor; I assumed you were from the Tsuchimikado family."

Fujiwara Reya politely said, "It’s no problem."

Then he looked at Kasahara Fumi, who also had a plate piled with food, "Are you eating with someone too?"

"By myself." Kasahara Fumi was too indifferent even to face him directly.

"This...?" Fujiwara Reya was dumbfounded, watching her hold enough food for three people.

A male waiter brought new dishes to refill the table, and nearby a young woman laughed boisterously. Kasahara Fumi, amid the laughter, turned to him and said in a monotone, "My stomach is like a monk’s begging bowl."

Fujiwara Reya praised, "This metaphor suits my style!"

"Not my words," Kasahara Fumi glanced towards her mother’s direction, her voice gaining some warmth, "I can eat a lot, as if my stomach can hold anything, and my mother says it’s like a monk’s begging bowl."

"Chairman Kasahara’s metaphor matches my style!" Fujiwara Reya quickly corrected himself.

"No getting close with my family!" Kasahara Fumi warned.

"If you’re worried, you can come and eavesdrop," Fujiwara Reya replied with a smile. Just as he was about to leave, he remembered Asuka had been changing clothes for an hour without showing up and looked puzzled at this sister, "Your sister..."

"I sent her to the worship hall to greet visitors."

Kasahara Fumi seemed to read his mind instantly and straightforwardly told him the truth.

Having said that, she carried her food away, headed directly towards the direction of the worship hall. Along the way, anyone who passed by her couldn’t help but turn to look.

Men usually gave her looks of admiration, while women mixed envy with hostility.

But with that ice-cold aura of "do not approach" as armor, no one dared to engage her in conversation.

"If it’s concern, why act so stiffly..." Fujiwara Reya remarked, carrying the food and drinks towards the eaves to meet the two ladies.

Halfway there, that trendy youth from before suddenly appeared with a group of people, blocking his way aggressively.

"Fujiwara Reya!"

"You’re the culprit!"

"Let’s go, beat him up."

Facing the many peers blocking his way, Fujiwara Reya calmly shouted towards the eaves, "Madams Chairwoman, can I have a fight before bringing the food over to you?"

As soon as he said this, before the two ladies could respond, the younger ones dispersed.

"He’s really good at using others to his advantage," Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile, watching the boy stride over with long legs.

Mrs. Kasahara’s comment was piercing: "Full of tricks; he might even be scheming us quietly."

"Chairman already guessed?" Fujiwara Reya set the platter on the table in front of the two women, saw they had left a spot for him, and sat down.

"Is he underestimating us?" Mrs. Kasahara turned to Mrs. Hoshimi.

"Needs discipline." Mrs. Hoshimi nodded in agreement, "Get closer, let me tell you how to educate him."

Saying this, both ladies leaned in, whispering behind Fujiwara Reya, seemingly about to plot some conspiracy against him.

Fujiwara Reya took out champagne and juice from the ice bucket.

Pouring champagne for both ladies, he poured himself a glass of juice, added two ice cubes, and finally picked up a slice of watermelon to munch on.

As time edged toward noon, the two ladies finally reached an agreement: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at the Kasahara family, and Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday at the Hoshimi family.

"What about the other day?" Fujiwara Reya spat watermelon seeds onto the table.

"On that day, you’ll go experience Fumi’s devil training in Section Nine." Mrs. Kasahara elegantly swirled the champagne in her glass, ice clinking, and bubbles continually floated up.

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