I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 203 - 107. Fukaeri and Asuka, must grasp with both hands. (Two in one, ten thousand words!) _3
Chapter 203: 107. Fukaeri and Asuka, must grasp with both hands. (Two in one, ten thousand words!) _3
"I see..." Fujiwara Reya nodded, roughly understanding her words, "In the past, everyone left her alone, allowing her personality to grow as it pleased. It can be said that she grew up happily under the shelter of your halo. Now, since you can’t take over your mother’s role, the burden on her shoulders has become heavier. She can no longer continue to be her sister’s shadow. Instead, she needs to grow into the person everyone expects her to be, someone who can handle everything on her own. Am I right?"
"You’re very smart." Kasahara Fumi nodded in agreement.
"So, Asuka resents you because she feels what’s supposed to be your responsibility has unfairly been shifted onto her." Fujiwara Reya analyzed the reason based on his understanding of her sister, "At heart, Asuka is a playful girl who likes new things. To her, practicing Shinto sorcery is dull and boring. Forcing her to practice for a long time would definitely make her feel resistant. As for her sister, love turned into resentment, to the point where she even wants to take away the men her sister first notices."
Kasahara Fumi automatically ignored his last sentence and spoke calmly: "Her talent is no worse than Hoshimi Rinko’s, but she just can’t be motivated to practice. Every time she’s forced to practice, her mind is elsewhere, and naturally, her practice results are greatly reduced."
"Alright, I understand." Fujiwara Reya stretched lazily with a smile, "Now it’s my turn to step in. You can retire to the sidelines and watch the match leisurely, without worrying about your sister’s matters."
Kasahara Fumi furrowed her brows, biting the hook of her sunglasses.
Seeing her expression, it was clear she didn’t understand the remark, so Fujiwara Reya had to explain: "As long as she finds practicing Shinto sorcery interesting or feels the results of her practice are rewarding, her feelings of resistance will naturally fade. Once she doesn’t resist doing these things, even her resentment towards you will lessen or even vanish, and you sisters can reconcile."
"So, how..." Kasahara Fumi started to say something but couldn’t finish her sentence.
Not remembering what she was about to say, it felt as if a sudden gust of wind blew the sheet music off the stage during a performance.
Fujiwara Reya looked at her cold but expectant expression and suddenly extended his right hand, as if to comfort her, gently holding her left hand on the table.
"You still don’t quite understand." He said.
"Understand what?"
"The fact that we are one entity."
"One entity?" Kasahara Fumi asked in surprise.
"We are comrades fighting side by side, people who can share secrets." Fujiwara Reya tightened his grip on the back of her hand.
The feeling was quite unexpected to him.
Compared to her cold demeanor, the smooth back of her hand was improbably warm, almost like holding a hot water bottle.
"..."
Kasahara Fumi’s hand felt the strength in his palm.
Though not strong, it was balanced and clear, reaching straight to the core.
"Even if we’re suddenly killed by a tiger, we would be eaten together." Fujiwara Reya said with a smile.
"A tiger can’t eat that much food at once." Kasahara Fumi said very seriously in a stern tone, "Even if it kills us at the same time, it would eat us in two or three servings."
Fujiwara Reya retracted his hand, shaking his head in resignation: "Sister Fukaeri is not romantic at all!"
Being eaten is not romantic at all... Kasahara Fumi internally retorted at him, but didn’t say it out loud.
As time approached noon, the restaurant started getting noisy. Neither could clearly recall who first suggested it, but they left the place, then wandered from Asakusa towards Shibuya. It was ten in the morning, many people hurriedly walking, the sky bright, summer sunlight covering the city. Upon exiting the air-conditioned restaurant, waves of heat greeted them.
Kasahara Fumi, without saying where to go, continued walking forward with her steps in sync.
Those sharp, thin high heels looked very fragile, making Fujiwara Reya worry her heel might break and sprain her foot, so he followed behind her, matching her pace.
Anyway, he was meeting his sister at noon.
There’s still an hour or so, no harm in looking at sister’s legs a bit more.
They maintained a distance of about a meter apart. The sun gleamed above, as Fujiwara Reya absentmindedly followed her back and her long, slender legs wrapped in high-waisted jeans.
Miss Fukaeri had a pair of perfect long legs.
The proportions were golden, further enhanced by her more than 175 cm height without shoes, her long legs enough to make any Victoria’s Secret model jealous. Holding her handbag and long-sleeved jacket in one hand, her shirt’s hem swayed slightly, she walked straight and upright.
They walked from Asakusa to Akihabara, then down the long slope of Ochanomizu, along Tokyo Metropolitan Electric’s tracks all the way to Shibuya.
The route wasn’t short, and by the time they reached Shibuya, it was almost noon. Kasahara Fumi finally stopped, as if waking from a dream, and asked, "Weren’t you meeting Asuka? Why are you still following me?"
He lost track of time looking at her legs... Fujiwara Reya checked his watch, it was almost time.
"I’ll go catch the train then." He pointed to Shibuya Station nearby.
"Goodbye."
Kasahara Fumi nodded, watching him walk toward Shibuya Station.
The noisy voices and clamor of cars mixed, creating a unique urban din. A refreshing early summer breeze swept through the street, slightly lifting her orange hair. The stream of people passed by her like rushing water.
This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺
