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Chapter 343 Autumnal Equinox Festival

Sunday, Autumnal Equinox Festival.

In conjunction with the Spring Festival, which prays for a good harvest, the Japanese people express their gratitude to the gods of the fields through a series of activities. People believe that the gods will share the joy of the festival with people. In order to entertain the gods, people began to perform music and dance, which gave rise to traditional performances such as Kagura and Dengaku.

Oda Shingo and his three female assistants were invited to attend the Autumnal Equinox Festival co-organized by the Tourism Agency and the Culture Agency.

This festival is held near the Sumida River, radiating from the shrine next to the Iwabuchi Water Gate in Kita-ku, Tokyo.

Saburo Mikami was very considerate. He arranged for Assistant Okita to pick up Oda Shingo and others in a business car early on.

"After we cross the Ryogoku Bridge and get close to Sumida River Station, there should be traffic control," Assistant Okita said. "If we have an invitation letter, we can drive in for a while. If not, we need to get off the bus and walk all the way."

"Is it the Sumida River Riverside Trail?" asked Fujido Kaoru.

Assistant Okita quickly explained: "No, the riverside trail is too modern and does not fit the style of the festival. It is on the shrine avenue."

As expected, driving becomes difficult when you get close to Sumida River Station.

But after Assistant Okita showed the invitation letter, the traffic patrol who was standing guard to block the road waved his hand, and the business car was still able to drive in.

Vehicles were driving very slowly on the road, and there were people walking around.

"Thanks to Shingo, we can be said to be enjoying VIP treatment." Fujido Kaoru exclaimed.

Oda Shingo said politely: "It was Mikami Saburo who took care of it."

Assistant Okita said as he drove: "It's all thanks to Mr. Oda's reputation. By the way, Mr. Oda, do you want to wear sunglasses later? Otherwise, it will be troublesome if you are recognized by fans."

Before Oda Shingo could say "I brought them", Namikaze Yuzuru and Fujido Kaoru had already taken out sunglasses and masks from their bags.

Yuko Mikami was stunned and a little embarrassed. She didn't even think of this for Teacher Oda.

I am still haunted by the incidents in which I was besieged by female fans at school and on the streets.

When we arrived at the central area of ​​the festival, the car was parked in the parking lot by traffic patrol.

Shingo Oda put on sunglasses and a mask, got out of the car with his three female assistants, and walked to the center.

Now he is considered a minor celebrity, especially when it comes to attracting female fans, he’d better keep a low profile.

There is a straight road in front of the shrine, with a slight uphill slope. The road is paved not with asphalt but with old bluestone mixed with gravel, giving people a feeling of walking into the countryside. This is considered a retro style in Tokyo.

On both sides are old streets with classical style, which are indeed more classical than the modern riverside roads.

Traditional artists are performing traditional Japanese acrobatics on both sides of the street, and passers-by will exclaim in admiration and give appropriate applause to express their gratitude.

"Shingo, open your mouth, ah——" Fujido Kaoru handed over a skewer of takoyaki.

"When did you buy it?" Oda Shingo waved his hand to indicate that it was inconvenient for him to eat with a mask on.

Fujido Kaoru ate the whole takoyaki in one gulp, mumbling, "Shopping doesn't take time."

The vendors are set up along the street, and the hawking sounds are heard one after another. Traditional handicrafts, toys and various snacks attract passers-by. Sweet and sticky mochi, crispy pancakes, and the fragrant grilled eel are mouth-watering.

"If you keep eating like this, you won't be able to sit down." Namikaze Youhe looked at Fujido Xiangcheng and couldn't help but remind her to pay attention to her figure.

Holding a few bamboo sticks in both hands, Fujido Kasumiku ate them nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'm digesting it well."

"Won't good digestion lead to weight gain?" Yuko Mikami muttered to the side.

Fujido Kacheng laughed: "My dad said that I am a straightforward person. I digest food well and consume it quickly, leaving only fat where it should be."

Yuko Mikami looked at Fujido Kaoru's figure and seemed to have realized something.

So she also held a few sticks in her left and right hands.

But my mouth is much smaller than Fujido orange, so I can’t finish it in half a day.

"It's like Uncle Wolf." Oda Nobuo looked at how they were able to clamp so many bamboo sticks between their fingers and felt that it was not easy.

"Uncle Wolf?"

"Ha, what I mean is that they are big eaters." Namikaze Yuzuru noticed that Oda Shingo was watching the performances of the artists while walking: "Why? I noticed that you paid attention to the performances and watched them very carefully. Do you like them?"

"Not really, it's just that I feel the fusion of tradition and modernity, and I can experience the unique charm of Tokyo's customs and culture." Shingo Oda feels that the Autumnal Equinox Festival is not as simple as the form, nor is it just a feast for the eyes and taste, but a baptism of the soul.

He also found that in Japanese celebrations, except for the performers, most people spoke quietly. Surprisingly, such a large celebration did not make people feel noisy.

Namikaze Youzuru smiled: "You speak as if you are not from Tokyo."

"To some extent." Oda Shingo smiled bitterly.

Was he thinking of a similar celebration he had attended with his parents? Namikaze Yuzuru looked at Oda Shingo's expression and guessed the possibility.

Namikaze Youzuru gently took Oda Shingo's arm and said, "I will always be with you."

"Huyouwu (and me)..." Fujido Kaoru, whose mouth was full of food, noticed Namikaze Yukaku's little movement and immediately took Oda Shingo's other arm.

"Hey, hey, your hands are so greasy, don't get them dirty." Oda Shingo dodged in disgust.

Why doesn’t Mr. Oda have a third arm...Yuko Mikami watched enviously.

Some people around have noticed these people and cast envious glances at them.

"That scumbag is two-timing!"

"No, no, one of them must be my sister."

"No, you see my sister is the skinny, small one at the back."

"There's something wrong with your quantifier."

"What's wrong with Loli using the word 'only' to describe it?"

Yuko Mikami was very upset after hearing this. You are the younger sister! You are the little one! You are the loli!
As we approached the central venue, we saw guards and staff maintaining order.

In the center of the venue was a temporary sacrificial stage, surrounded by some chairs and a viewing podium.

It was not yet the final sacrificial session, the stage and the viewing seats were empty, with only a few staff members completing the ceremony.

"Ah, Mr. Oda!" The assistant director came forward from afar and led the way enthusiastically.

In the makeshift VIP lounge, two directors were already resting.

"Mr. Oda, thank you for participating in this festival." Director Shunji Yonekura of the Agency for Cultural Affairs is very approachable.

Director Yonekura introduced the director of the Tourism Bureau, a woman in her fifties who was also very kind to Oda Shingo.

Oda Shingo knew his status and maintained the humble and cautious attitude of a subordinate and junior in front of the two directors.

After some business compliments, Oda Shingo was led to the venue by the director's assistant, where he met some people and expanded his network.

Shingo Oda did not neglect the initiative and actively communicated with industry leaders.

He is not arrogant. He is hostile to the Heroes Society mainly because they targeted him first.

The performance part of the festival will begin soon.

Oda Shingo was led to his seat.

He was assigned to sit in the third row of the podium, with a female assistant beside him.

The two directors are naturally seated in the center of the first row, which shows how high their status is.

"We can sit in the third row." Fujido Kaoru was very satisfied.

Oda Shingo also knew that as a cartoonist, the only reason he could sit in the third row was because the Agency for Cultural Affairs asked him for help.

The seats around were almost full, which made the seat in front of Oda Shingo very conspicuous - because it was empty and no one had ever sat there.

But at this time, Oda Nobuo had no idea that such an extraordinary person would sit in this empty seat.

(End of this chapter)