I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 251 - 119. Rainy day, gazebo, Miss Yukino’s feet, "Asakusa Boy." _4
Chapter 251: 119. Rainy day, gazebo, Miss Yukino’s feet, "Asakusa Boy." _4
Fujiwara Reya looked at her slender fingers brushing through her black hair and said, "But your nails are beautifully trimmed."
"Eh?" Yukino Ritsuko instinctively glanced at her pink fingertips, then clenched her fist as if trying to hide her nails, and said to Fujiwara Reya with a pout, "Sometimes you talk like you’re not a high school student. Even if you say that, I’m just a woman who can only trim pretty nails and nothing else, okay!"
"Cooking not being tasty is just a technical issue." Fujiwara Reya consoled her.
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"Whether cooking turns out well is just like how makeup turns out good or bad. It requires experience and inspiration, both are indispensable."
"Ah, it’s the first time I’ve heard that theory." Yukino Ritsuko leaned closer, blinking at Fujiwara Reya, "Do you think my makeup looks good?"
"You’ve put in a lot of effort." Fujiwara Reya smiled and said, "You can hardly see any traces of makeup."
Yukino Ritsuko appeared slightly embarrassed, rubbing her earlobe with her small hand, "Because I meet Mr. Fujiwara every day, I put a lot of thought into my makeup."
"Really?" Fujiwara Reya exclaimed in surprise.
"Just kidding." Yukino Ritsuko laughed while leaning powerlessly against the back of the chair, "With you always finding ways to tease me, I’ve picked up a few tricks from you too."
"Miss Yukino has turned bad!" Fujiwara Reya looked at her proud eyes, feigning distress.
"Haha, although when it comes to makeup, no one has ever called me silly..."
That’s because the makeup you wear isn’t noticeable at all... Fujiwara Reya was amused by her innocently proud remark.
"Mr. Fujiwara is so good at cooking, why not become a chef in the future." Yukino Ritsuko joked.
"Not a bad idea." Fujiwara Reya casually replied, "Anyway, no one can tell what will happen in the future. If I can’t become a priest, I could be a chef, or even a pastry chef."
"No, no, I was just kidding." Yukino Ritsuko quickly shook her head, "I still think Mr. Fujiwara is most suited to be a priest!"
After speaking, she mentally added: Even if priests and monsters are arch-enemies.
The rain eased a little.
The sound of joyful birdsong could be heard all around, accompanied by raindrops falling into the water.
The conversation paused temporarily, and Yukino Ritsuko took a magazine out of a paper bag, placed it on her lap, and opened it.
Seeing that it was a cake-making magazine, she recently wanted to try making a cake herself, to see if it would be edible, and if so, she could use it to counter the annoying Mr. Fujiwara... At the thought of this, she glanced sideways at Fujiwara Reya.
The boy had his head lowered, drawing something in her notebook, the soft sound of the pencil sweeping across the paper was soothing.
So nice... Yukino Ritsuko sighed.
However, she soon thought that after the summer vacation, Mr. Fujiwara would be moving out, and a shadow cast over her heart, her originally bright mood slowly dimming.
Since coming to Tokyo from Hokkaido, she had always been by Mrs. Furukawa’s side.
It took her a full ten years to get to know this world, and she started walking independently five years ago after leaving Mrs. Furukawa. But she was just a somewhat clumsy Snow Woman, unable to walk her path correctly all these years. Just thinking about how she couldn’t even ride a motorcycle properly made her feel foolishly ludicrous.
Thinking about these things, she extended her hand outside the pavilion, able to faintly feel the fine raindrops close to mist.
Sitting beside her, Fujiwara Reya recalled Kawashima Miki’s pair of shoes and slowly drew them on the paper. A dark brown formal ladies’ high heel, with an ankle strap, the heel was a deeper shade of black, around five centimeters high.
After finishing the drawing, he felt it wasn’t enough and tried adding ice crystal-like decorations at the end of the strap. With such decorations, when the legs swing, the ice crystals would sway along.
As he was drawing, Fujiwara Reya lifted the notebook high and directed his gaze to Yukino Ritsuko’s feet in slippers.
In his mind, he tried to imagine Kawashima Miki’s shoes on her feet, envisioning that aesthetic, and he suddenly wanted to go out to buy materials.
Asakusa is the Mecca for shoemakers in Japan, with shoemaking shops all around, where you can find everything from buying leather to finding tools.
Right.
Make a pair of shoes for her.
Consider it a kind gesture repaid to Miss Yukino.
On rainy days, people need an umbrella, and one must wear shoes, beautiful feet deserve to be encased in beautiful shoes.
As this thought occurred to him, Fujiwara Reya felt a surge of energy pervade from within his body.
"I say..."
Yukino Ritsuko’s voice suddenly came.
Fujiwara Reya, who was quietly sketching her beautiful feet, quickly looked down. His gaze couldn’t show any peculiarity, otherwise, Miss Yukino might regard him as a pervert. He was indeed a foot enthusiast, but not a freak!
"When will Mr. Fujiwara go to the training camp?" Yukino Ritsuko asked listlessly.
"In a few days..." Fujiwara Reya cautiously glanced at her feet from the corner of his eye while his pencil drew on the paper.
"For the entire summer vacation?"
"Probably."
"Oh."
The conversation came to a halt.
The wind-blown rain poured down in a rush.
Fujiwara Reya put down his pencil and closed the notebook, closing his eyes and pondering what kind of shoes to make.
There’s the straight textured shoe, carved shoe, loafer—both with open and closed wings, and there are low and tall boots... He liked many kinds of shoes, but the strap heel with an open backless view revealing the heel was his favorite.
"After the summer vacation, the shrine will also be finished, right?" Yukino Ritsuko quietly sat beside him.
"Yes indeed."
"Are you moving back?"
Having lived here for more than two months, it was the first time she discussed this topic.
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