I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 167: He deserves a beating.

The sudden hostile words made Kasahara Asuka frown slightly, letting out a discontented snort through her nose.

Fujiwara Reya was about to say something to her when he heard the person coming this way, so he stopped and turned to look at the hall entrance.

The thousands of people in the hall simultaneously turned their heads to look at the person who had just spoken.

About seventeen or eighteen years old, he walked down the aisle with hands behind his back, eyes cold and arrogant, exuding unreserved pride and insolence.

The collar of that priest robe had the emblem of Inari on it. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Many people didn’t know this young man.

They could only discern from the Inari emblem that he came from the Inari Shrine. But which one of the nearly thirty thousand Inari Shrines across the country did he hail from?

Most people had no idea.

But some of the young ones who came from the Kansai area had recognized his identity.

Even some elders who had close connections with the Kansai Region had recognized him.

The Inari Shrine is the most widely influential and powerful shrine group in all of Japan. The head branch of all Inari Shrines, the Fushimi Inari Shrine in Kyoto Prefecture, was where this young man came from.

On the high platform, the Tsuchimikado Family Head slightly squinted his eyes, glancing at Chief Priest Fujishima on the director’s seat.

He recalled an incident mentioned by his colleagues from the Kansai division during the headquarters meeting in the Capital City last year.

Many people in the Capital City knew that a "little monster" had emerged at the Fushimi Inari Shrine.

The term "little monster" had two meanings.

One was that he was extremely talented, passing the senior examination before turning 17. The other was his arrogant personality and extremely brutal methods, lacking any demeanor of shrine personnel. Many people remarked that he resembled a monster more than a spirit or ghost.

Chief Priest Fujishima remained calm, as if knowing in advance about the appearance of this boy.

Many people could guess their relationship, as it made sense for a genius from the headquarters to come out to attract attention for the branch at this crucial moment of competition for Director Kasahara’s position.

Under countless gazes, Fujisima Futa walked toward Fujiwara Reya, his expression full of indescribable arrogance and disdain, brimming with sincere contempt, much like a nobleman looking down on an ant.

"Ridiculous!"

Fujisima Futa glanced at Fujiwara Reya, then turned to look at the directors lined up on both sides.

"Asakusa Shrine is already a ruin, so why does it still have the Chairman’s seat?" He asked the directors with a malicious and disdainful look, "What qualifications does this person... a useless wretch who can’t even pass the lower examination, have to stand here? What right does he have to attend the Director meeting?"

The words were very harsh.

Fujiwara Reya glanced around silently.

Kasahara Asuka was very angry.

She really wanted to beat up that guy right now, but the senior hadn’t spoken or instructed her, so she couldn’t act on her own, otherwise the senior would scold her for being reckless again.

The directors in the entire hall fell silent.

One reason was that no one wanted to argue with a young one, the other being the outcome was still uncertain, so taking sides was unwise. Even the four Chairmen on the high platform didn’t stop him, allowing him to make a fuss.

Thus, Fujisima Futa became more arrogant.

"Not to mention that ruin, how can it bear the title ’shrine’, just that wretched brat..." As he spoke, Fujisima Futa turned, his eyes fierce as he looked at Fujiwara Reya, "Someone whose identity as human or demon hasn’t been clarified, what face does he have to stand here?"

After saying this, no one in the hall responded.

The flickering light of the lanterns cast a soft gloss on the floor, reflecting the heavy moisture of the day, the dampness seeped in with the sound of clammy raindrops, oppressing the already heavy atmosphere as if it had tangible weight pressing on people’s shoulders.

Kasahara Asuka was so furious she clenched her fist, her small foot slightly extended.

"Click~"

The sound of wooden clogs striking the wooden floor produced a particularly clear and pleasant sound.

Looking at the indignant girl, Fujisima Futa’s expression faltered, showing a bit of trepidation.

The local young ones from Kanto had a stern look in their eyes.

Others might fear the background of the Inari Shrine, but when Chairman Kasahara’s little daughter got angry, she dared to curse even the Inari deity, let alone this young man in front.

"Come back." Fujiwara Reya lightly tapped Kasahara Asuka’s shoulder.

"...Hmph!"

Kasahara Asuka reluctantly retracted her step, resting her little head.

At this moment, Fujisima Futa’s expression relaxed and with a cold smile, he said, "Only knows how to hide behind a woman...

Before he finished his sentence.

A soft laugh came from a corner of the spectator seats.

The laughter was crisp and pleasant, but at this moment it seemed quite piercing, clearly mocking Fujisima Futa’s earlier cowardice.

Fujisima Futa abruptly stifled his smile, coldly looking towards the audience seats.

Upon discovering that the laughter came from Hoshimi Rinko, he hesitated momentarily, then with embarrassment averted his gaze, acting as if he hadn’t seen who was taunting him.

This look of shrinking back upon seeing a formidable figure caused the audience seats to erupt in laughter.

The adults may ignore him, but that didn’t mean peers would yield to him as well. For a while, whether it was the local young ones from Kanto or those from other regions, they all mocked him for his cowardice, and the piercing laughter almost lifted the roof.

Enveloped by the laughter, Fujisima Futa’s face turned even redder.

The look he shot at Fujiwara Reya already carried a trace of ruthlessness, seemingly blaming Fujiwara Reya for the shame he was receiving now.

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