I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 160 - 97. The Opening of the Board Meeting, Encounter with Witch Hoshimi_3
Chapter 160: 97. The Opening of the Board Meeting, Encounter with Witch Hoshimi_3
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The people who approached her left with awkward expressions, and of course, there were some murmurs behind her back saying things like "Genius thinks she’s so great," "What’s she so arrogant about," "Isn’t it just because she’s a bit pretty," and so on.
To this, Hoshimi Rinko felt nothing inside.
Because she is Hoshimi Rinko.
In the over a thousand years of Shintoism history, she is the fourth genius shrine maiden to reach the level of a commander at the young and tender age of eighteen.
She is the face of Shintoism.
She is the undisputed number one among the younger generation.
The morning breeze flirted with the white haori draped over her shoulders, her black hair falling by her ears danced across her graceful cheeks, bringing a faint smile to her lips.
In the hazy drizzle, Fujiwara Reya walked leisurely under an umbrella, his white priest attire fluttering like a refined young gentleman stepping out of an ancient Heian period painting.
Hoshimi Rinko stood in front of the door, waiting for him to come over and explain himself.
The morning light pierced through the thick clouds, only to be dispersed by the humid mist, softening upon landing on her face. Her features appeared indistinct from afar, yet all the more beautiful and striking, with an almost divine aura.
Upon seeing his senior for the first time, Fujiwara Reya immediately felt overwhelmed.
No doubt about it.
It felt like when someone has been out having too much fun and comes home to find their wife sitting cold-faced on the couch, giving off the feeling that unless he explains it clearly, they’re getting divorced.
Honestly!
We’re not married yet!
Not only are we not married, we haven’t even held hands yet!
"Hello, Senior." Fujiwara Reya greeted her as he approached.
Hoshimi Rinko glanced at him, saying nothing, just offering an elegant smile.
"I’m sorry!" Fujiwara Reya immediately said.
"There’s no need for that."
Hoshimi Rinko stood tall, looking at him calmly.
"Very pretty!" Fujiwara Reya quickly shifted the topic, pointing at her shrine maiden attire, "It’s my first time seeing you in a shrine maiden outfit, how should I put it, there’s a sort of ethereal vibe, like you could float away with the wind, detached from the worldly realm."
This was not flattery.
Today, Senior was dressed in a traditional red and white shrine maiden outfit, with a white haori over her shoulders. Her features were both cold and gentle, her long black hair tied with a red ribbon, whether from the side or front, it was enchanting, reminiscent of orchids blossoming in an inaccessible mountain valley.
"There are no supernatural things in this world," Hoshimi Rinko said calmly.
"..."
Reya’s mind spun, and looking at her hair ribbon he said, "It’s been a year, time flies."
Hoshimi Rinko was momentarily stunned, then reached up to touch the hair ribbon behind her head, and followed his words with a sigh, "Yes, you’ve been deceiving me for a year now."
"Haha."
Fujiwara Reya laughed aloud.
An unabashed laugh, with an unexpected warmth.
That red ribbon, he had bought it for Hoshimi Rinko at last year’s Sumida River Fireworks Festival. The style was simple, just a red string with a small cherry blossom hair ornament at the end.
But the simple ribbon, when worn by her, emanated an aura of steadfast mystique.
This was, of course, attributed to her pure beauty and formidable strength, and her ever-straight back and graceful posture, her every smile and frown exuding the elegance of a noble family.
After meeting today, Fujiwara Reya discovered another side of her.
Powerful, noble, and pure existence, as a shrine maiden... Honestly, this shrine maiden outfit on her left a deep impression on Fujiwara Reya, it could even be called breathtaking.
Speaking of shrine maidens, he had seen many.
Among them, there were quite a few lively and adorable beauties like Kasahara Asuka, but unlike the whimsical junior, the senior’s aura was completely different. Her straightforward and clear eyes and expressions exuded nobility, like a bird about to soar into a distant world, wrapped in a unique wind, the shrine maiden dress worn on her seeming to gain new life.
The last shrine maiden with such presence he encountered was her mother.
And like her mother, the senior was modest in stature, what a coincidence...
"Senior," Fujiwara Reya looked at Hoshimi Rinko with sincere and warm eyes, as if he were looking at his own mother, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips, "Your aura is like my mother’s, whenever I see you, I think of my rarely-seen mother."
Those eyes, that smile, couldn’t possibly be feigned.
Hoshimi Rinko decided to spare him for now, turning her head and walking inside, "Let’s go inside, the meeting is about to start."
"I’ll hold the umbrella for you." Fujiwara Reya walked alongside with the umbrella, the two walking side by side into the rain.
One wore a white priest’s robe, the other a white and red shrine maiden’s attire, together they walked along the hydrangeas drenched in rain, their silhouettes perfectly blending into the rainy scene. Passersby couldn’t help but be drawn toward them.
Some sighed in admiration, some whispered, while still others kept stealing glances in their direction.
"... somehow, I still feel like an outsider."
"You might as well prepare yourself."
"From my first day in Tokyo, I’ve been preparing for today." Fujiwara Reya observed the expressions of the people on the roadside, a fearless smile on his face.
He was looking at others, while Hoshimi Rinko was looking at him, and said calmly, "I won’t help you today."
"Why not?"
"Because you’ve been lying to me for a long time."
"How petty!"
"Oh?"
"Isn’t it?"
"Who was it that secretly hooked up with the junior while vehemently clarifying all over the place that he had no relationship with me?"
"...Uh"
"Fujiwara," Hoshimi Rinko turned her head, smiling gracefully at him, "Truly no relationship at all?"
Under her gaze, Fujiwara Reya felt like a scoundrel.
No, not really.
Remove the "like."
He was a scoundrel all along!
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