I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 277 - 123. The thoughts of both the daughter and the mother are not pure. _8

Chapter 277: 123. The thoughts of both the daughter and the mother are not pure. _8

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Fujiwara Reya looked perplexed.

"Sister is nineteen this year!" Mrs. Kasahara said proudly, lifting her chin.

Seeing her girlish actions, Fujiwara Reya accepted the idea that she was younger than Fukaeri.

"There are flowers over there, let’s take a look." Mrs. Kasahara said, skipping over with a cheerful step.

It was a flowerbed, with clusters of pure white flowers, looking particularly pristine from a distance. As she crossed the lawn, Mrs. Kasahara said, "I once brought Asuka here when she was a child, back then, there wasn’t this flowerbed."

She bent down to take pictures of the flowers, her posture adding a special charm.

"At that time, Asuka was still very clingy to Fukaeri, right?" Fujiwara Reya asked.

"Of course, they were like conjoined twins." Mrs. Kasahara laughed.

From Fujiwara Reya’s perspective, her skin was more delicate than the petals, her features more exquisite, and her cheeks carried a hint of redness from the sun.

"By the way," she continued walking downhill, "how do you plan to reconcile the sisters?"

"Asuka needs to get feedback from her spiritual training first," Fujiwara Reya replied, "Is there an exorcism request nearby? Let her try it out and assess the training results."

"You could ask the monks at the temple." Mrs. Kasahara lazily put her hands in her pockets, "I’m on vacation, I don’t care about those things."

The heels of her sandals clicked pleasantly.

Trees grew densely on both sides of the mountain path, all short and twisted, with goats and sheep moving to and fro, their neck bells jingling crisply. Local children and elders mainly looked after the livestock. When the two passed by, they first glanced sideways, surprised at how such divine-looking people could appear in such a small place. Then, as if showing respect, they made a slight hand gesture.

Fujiwara Reya also waved in response.

After coming down the mountain, they walked back along the seawall.

As the sun rose higher, the heat intensified, with rocks, the sky, and the sea all glinting brightly, making one’s eyes ache after watching for a while.

Fujiwara Reya stopped, bought water at a nearby convenience store, and then watched people fishing by the sea. Mrs. Kasahara took the opportunity to apply sunscreen on her face and arms while occasionally villagers leading donkeys passed by and greeted loudly: "Guests from Tokyo?"

"Yes." Fujiwara Reya replied with the same enthusiastic voice.

"You’re really good at communicating with people." Mrs. Kasahara said meaningfully.

"Of course," Fujiwara Reya replied, "even the Chairman treats me kindly."

"Smooth talker!" Mrs. Kasahara tapped his shin with her foot.

A cry of surprise came from beside them, and they both turned to look.

A fisherman had caught a sweetfish, about twenty centimeters long, flopping lively on land.

"Ah, I remember," Mrs. Kasahara suddenly laughed, "when I was little, I wrote a lot of haikus. One was even about fish like these." She paused, looking at Fujiwara Reya’s face: "It probably talked about how, after spawning, the sweetfish’s body is worn out and its beauty faded, swimming alone into the sea."

"You have such hobbies?" Fujiwara Reya almost laughed.

"Don’t make fun, every girl writes something during their adolescence!" Mrs. Kasahara directly shut down Fujiwara Reya’s laughter with her intimidating gaze, "Even though it’s been so long, I still cherish those times."

"High school?"

"Yes, high school is when you’re most sentimental."

"Even now."

"Haha, but now I’m old..." Mrs. Kasahara patted her not-at-all-old-looking cheeks, walked onto the beach, and let the waves wash over her feet, saying, "Back then, I was 17 or 18, wearing a stylish pleated skirt, a very earnest student."

Fujiwara Reya walked side by side with her,

imagining the high school Kasahara with a ponytail, a very earnest student back then.

"Sometimes I think, it wouldn’t be bad to always be an ordinary person." Mrs. Kasahara bent down, took off her shoes and handed them to Fujiwara Reya, allowing her bare feet to sink into the sand, "Once you grow up to be the Family Head, you have to consider the family’s interests. Now as a mother, I have to think about my daughters’ happiness. If by any chance the family’s interests conflict with my daughters’ happiness, what should I do..."

The fox’s tail finally showed... Fujiwara Reya, holding her sandals, thought she was probably trying to get him to say something.

"Do you still remember those haikus?" he changed the subject.

"I remember some of them."

"Recite them for me."

"Well... let me think." Mrs. Kasahara stood in the seawater, eyes closed and lips pressed, after a moment of reminiscing, she opened her vibrant eyes: "Now yielding to the sea’s embrace, ah! The autumn sweetfish; you know well your end is near, carried by the rapid currents into the sea."

"..." Fujiwara Reya blinked.

He originally expected something like a silly ditty, such as "the horse with four legs," but it turned out to be rather interesting.

"As expected from someone who grew up in a great family, quite impressive."

"That’s right!" Mrs. Kasahara proudly placed her hands behind her, happily stepping on the sea waves, "Back then, I wrote as if I was the sweetfish, after spawning, going downstream and dying once reaching the ocean. Isn’t that just like a woman from a great family, whose life ends after fulfilling the responsibility of passing on the family line."

"It’s not that exaggerated. Besides, no sweetfish could compare to Sister Kasahara’s beauty."

"Hmm..."

"Also, on behalf of the sweetfish, I’ll do my best to make sure everyone has a satisfactory outcome."

"You’re amazing, Mr. Fujiwara!" Mrs. Kasahara jumped happily, arms outstretched as she rushed towards him, "I want a hug!"

Fujiwara Reya stood there, arms open, still holding her shoes.

But just as she was about to hug him, Mrs. Kasahara suddenly bent her knees, knocking him over into the seawater, then looking down at him, her elegant brows frowned, "You can’t have thoughts about your mother-in-law! Unless..."

She left the sentence unfinished.

Then the frown softened, her smile gentle.

She must be hinting at something... Fujiwara Reya thought and thought, but decided not to overthink it.

Since his clothes were wet, he simply swam in the sea.

At noon, the beach was sparsely populated, and he ran in the blue, clear water, feeling indescribably elated.

The beach was pure white, without a trace of impurity, and Mrs. Kasahara shielded her eyes with her hands, her gaze following his moving figure. Among the white waves, his figure was as agile as a little dolphin, letting one’s heart soar with joy.

On the way back to the dojo, the dignified lady remained barefoot. Her steps were small but lively, undeterred by the hot sand beneath.

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