I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 201 - 107. Fukaeri and Asuka, you have to grasp with both hands. (Two in one, ten thousand words!)
Chapter 201: 107. Fukaeri and Asuka, you have to grasp with both hands. (Two in one, ten thousand words!)
Before meeting his sister, Fujiwara Reya first arranged to meet his elder sister at the restaurant where they met for the first time.
Saturday, it’s early again, the restaurant is bustling, and although there are still more than ten minutes until the agreed meeting time, Fujiwara Reya immediately spots his elder sister already waiting for him.
After all, not many people wear a long-sleeved thin jacket in this hot summer weather.
A light green thin jacket over a white linen shirt, snow-white collar without a single crease, tight blue jeans, pointed high heels. Her orange hair is long and straight, her skin smooth and attractive, and the men around keep stealing glances at her.
But she is wearing sunglasses, so no one can see her expression.
After Fujiwara Reya sits down, she slightly tilts her head up, looking at him through her lenses. Beside her delicate, fragile white wrist is a white handbag and a glass of untouched sparkling water, with bubbles rising in the tall, slender glass.
"Aren’t you hot?" Fujiwara Reya asks curiously.
Kasahara Fumi makes a "hmm" sound, tapping her nails idly on the rim of the glass.
Then, as if only just realizing how conspicuous her long-sleeved jacket is, she slowly unbuttons it and places it on her handbag. The white shirt underneath looks fresh as if just out of the factory.
"Every time I meet Miss Fukaeri, I always feel genuinely happy," Fujiwara Reya says with a smile.
This is not a compliment.
She always appears meticulous, whether in her attire or posture.
Her walking pace and the swing of her arms always remind one of a lady detective, with nothing superfluous in her demeanor, and her appearance is excessively perfect. Her satin-like gorgeous orange hair always trails down her back, in a near-natural style that suits her simple flair.
"Why say such things?" Kasahara Fumi lightly flicks the glass with her nails.
Both sounds are crisp and pleasant, and Fujiwara Reya says, "Rather than describing it as beautiful, I’d say it’s a sharp appearance, upright posture, simple attire, and actions that are difficult to approach, yet exuding an unvarnished honesty. I think no one would refuse to have such a big sister as a close friend."
Kasahara Fumi looks slightly startled, then coolly says, "Our acquaintance isn’t deep enough to discuss this."
"There is indeed an acquaintance," Fujiwara Reya looks into her eyes, "If it weren’t sufficient to discuss this, you’d shrug to deny it, not directly say it."
Kasahara Fumi lowers her head, sips some sparkling water through the straw, watches the bubbles in the glass, and says uncertainly, "If you say there is, then there is."
A waiter passes by, and Fujiwara Reya orders a cup of coffee and requests a pot of iced tea.
The Saturday morning restaurant air is cool, and the small speaker on the wall is playing Beatles songs. novelbuddy-cσ๓
After a while, the waiter sets a cup of coffee in front of Fujiwara Reya, pours tea into the water, and adds ice cubes. After the waiter leaves, Kasahara Fumi clears her throat softly, as if testing a microphone, but says nothing while looking at Fujiwara Reya with her clear, cold eyes.
Her sharp yet tranquil eyes, combined with her long and elegant eyebrows, seem to always be gazing at things beyond ordinary sight.
"Asuka invited me to go shopping today," Fujiwara Reya starts while sipping his coffee, "She said she wants us to wear matching earrings."
Kasahara Fumi drinks her sparkling water silently.
"I think it’s necessary to report such things to the boss," Fujiwara Reya explains.
"What else did she say?"
"She said she wants to date me, then dump me when she loses interest."
"What do you plan to do?"
Fujiwara Reya takes a sip of tea to soothe his throat, "Of course, I’m going to refuse. She’s being reckless; I can’t just go along with it."
"Good to know." Kasahara Fumi also poured herself a cup of tea but didn’t drink it, simply looking at Fujiwara Reya as if to say, "This is your affair to handle; I’m not interested, but if you think it’s necessary, please continue."
This was fascinating, as her eyes seemed to express more than her words could.
Resigned, Fujiwara Reya decided to speak up.
"Does Asuka seem to have some grudge against you?" he cautiously inquires, as if gently placing something in a plastic wrap.
Kasahara Fumi bites the straw, her brows knitting together.
Fujiwara Reya felt he had asked a ridiculously stupid question, floating amidst the saxophone melody in the ceiling, he apologizes, "Sorry, that was presumptuous of me."
Silence ensues.
Fujiwara Reya finishes his coffee, placing the cup back on the saucer. The speaker embedded in the ceiling now plays an orchestra rendition of "The Sound of Music."
Raindrops, roses, cat whiskers...
"Do you want to know this?" Kasahara Fumi asks.
"I really want to know," Fujiwara Reya sits upright, "It’s apparent that you care about Asuka. But Asuka seems to be resistant to you; the last time I mentioned you suggesting I join Section 9, she warned me against it. She even called you a bad woman, saying joining Section 9 would lead to trouble under your influence."
Kasahara Fumi gives a slight shrug.
That gesture seemed to say, "My sister isn’t wrong."
Having known her for some time, Fujiwara Reya quickly understands her eye expressions and body language, immediately asking, "Did you have a bad relationship since childhood, or did it become bad later on?"
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