I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 107 - 81. Today is another day to tease Kawashima Miki (goal of ten thousand updates achieved)
Chapter 107: 81. Today is another day to tease Kawashima Miki (goal of ten thousand updates achieved)
The ancient mansion, surrounded by high walls, resembled a castle of an ancient general.
Fujiwara Reya stepped out of the car and walked towards the main entrance with an air of leisure, as if he were the owner here, intending to preside over the ritual. Following beside him, Kitahara Takashi looked like his secretary.
A faint female voice could be heard from the front door, drawing the attention of the men, all guessing his identity.
A white shirt, navy blue sweatpants, white tennis shoes.
Simple and tidy attire on him exuded a special charm, causing many women to frequently glance his way with wild fantasies in their minds.
Walking to the entrance, Kitahara Takashi announced their identities, leading Fujiwara Reya inside without obstruction. As they walked along the corridor, they brushed past many tall men in black suits wearing sunglasses, and numerous women in kimonos.
Fujiwara Reya walked under the eaves with a casual and relaxed expression.
His knee lift was always at the same angle, each step the same distance, standing upright without deliberately drawing straight, yet with the posture of a pine tree, appearing meticulous. His clothes were always ordinary, but incredibly clean, even on rainy days, there wasn’t a speck of dirt on his shoes, quite particular.
"This is the stronghold of the Black Spider Group."
Kitahara Takashi explained to Fujiwara Reya as they walked.
Fujiwara Reya also quietly assessed the absurdly large mansion.
Amidst some rustic Japanese-style buildings, wooden fences enclosed small yards, where one or two modern houses were mixed in, with floor-to-ceiling glass doors or beautifully tiled exterior walls, creating a very nice environment.
Interestingly, the roads here were designed to be as winding as possible. Almost infamously tall ancient trees, lush and green, almost covered half the sky of the mansion, making it feel chilly and damp.
Moreover, Fujiwara Reya noted some small details.
On the surface, it seemed like just an ordinary mansion, but with his excellent eyesight, he could always precisely spot the numerous hidden surveillance cameras. In those winding corners, there were always dark fort-like designs on the walls, suggesting that automatic or semi-automatic firearms might be concealed within.
The towering treetops were also likely hiding spots for forces of defense.
Once activated, these items would instantly turn the whole mansion into a heavily guarded fortress, perhaps even a mosquito might get shredded to bits in an instant.
Could a gang have such power... Fujiwara Reya pondered a possibility, following Kitahara Takashi to a spacious room styled like a Buddhist temple.
It looked like a ceremony was happening, but since not all guests had arrived, it hadn’t started yet. Several monks were checking the wooden fish in their hands, and he could smell Kawashima Miki’s fragrance, though she was unseen.
Having conceived a possibility, Fujiwara Reya looked at the portrait of a bald man in the Buddhist temple, and smiled with indifference.
"I forgot to mention to the master, today is also the Black Spider Group’s day to perform a ritual for the former boss." Kitahara Takashi added in a low voice.
"I know, don’t worry about me."
Fujiwara Reya told him, following the familiar scent of roses that wafted past his nose, and turned to leave.
In the rain-soaked ancient mansion, birds chirping crisply, morning glory climbing over the wall, with a common blue hue, slender vines, with small flowers and leaves.
The green leaves and blue flowers hung down, giving off a refreshing sense.
The scent of roses grew stronger, and Fujiwara Reya turned and crossed a door, finding the source of the fragrance.
Outside the eaves was a large oleander tree, white flowers blooming in the rain. In the misty rain, a young widow in black mourning clothes, with an elegant poise, was reaching over to pick flowers.
Fujiwara Reya tiptoed over, the sound of rain pattering, masking his movement.
In the wet weather, dripping eaves, the white blossoms seemed particularly cool, the cluster of flowers swaying gently around Kawashima Miki’s silhouette. She was intently placing flowers into a black ceramic jar in her hand, a scene beautiful like a woodblock print of an ancient noble.
As Fujiwara Reya walked up behind her, his footsteps finally reached Kawashima Miki’s ears.
She turned her head.
In an instant, her face changed dramatically.
It was a complex feeling she couldn’t describe, a tingling shiver swiftly spreading throughout her body from her tailbone. For a long time afterward, she couldn’t sort out this feeling. But at this moment, as her heart seemed to halt, one voice resounded in her mind—Run, hurry, run!
"Madam," Fujiwara Reya spoke with a slightly indecent smile, "what a coincidence."
Fog rose in the courtyard, a blanket of white, the oleander’s white blossoms quietly concealing their shape. The boy walking against the wind had a handsome and delicate face, a hoarse and charming voice, with a mischievous and malicious glint in his eyes.
Kawashima Miki instantly forgot to breathe.
Her head buzzed and, out of instinct, she clasped the black ceramic jar to her chest, shouting: "Don’t come any closer!"
"What’s this used for?" Fujiwara Reya took the black ceramic jar from her hands.
"Give it back!" Kawashima Miki cried out, reaching to grab it, like a drowning person clinging to driftwood.
Fujiwara Reya hid the jar behind his back.
In that instant, Kawashima Miki lost her balance, her left hand landing on his chest.
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