Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 37 Disappointing, Go Away
In the lush, somewhat eerie forest, Uta Kassapa and Fukie, dressed in outdoor adventure gear, stood on a moss-covered stone plaza, surveying the abandoned shrine ahead.

The wooden doors and windows were rotten and blackened, and a statue of a god had half its head missing, with a dirty red cloth fluttering above it.

"This is the place you asked me to come with you?"

"Hmm~"

With her hands on her hips, Fue excitedly surveyed the abandoned shrine before her, then waved to Uta Kasyapa, who was half a step behind.

Give me your backpack.

Utakayo rolled his eyes. He was exhausted from the climb up the mountain, like a dead dog. Did they really think he was a servant?

Snapped!
"ah!"

After placing the backpack next to Fukie, Uta Kasaya slapped Fukie's butt without saying a word.

I must say, it feels amazing.

Uta Kasyapa's slap to himself was somewhat emotionally charged, and Fukie was well aware of this.

"Want another slap?"

"."

Uta Kassapa turned and left, picked up a water bottle and drank water while watching Fukie take out some so-called exorcism tools from her backpack.

There was a large purification rope, a demon-slaying arrow, a magatama supposedly blessed by a master, a gohei (a type of jewel), and a bunch of other random things, as well as a [item name].
"What are you doing?"

Uta Kassapa looked on in confusion as he watched Fukie take off her pants.

"Changing clothes, what else could it be for?"

Amidst the rustling sounds, Fujang changed into a red and white shrine maiden's outfit.

Throughout the entire process, Uta Kasyapa never looked away, to which Fukie rolled her eyes.

"Look, you're enjoying it, but when it comes down to it, you're terrified."

"You've seen swimsuits before, the only difference is whether they have lace or not."

"Can that be the same?"

Faced with Fukie's sudden rant, Uta Kasyapa was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Come here and fasten my belt."

He walked behind Fu Jiang and tied her belt. He had to admit that Fu Jiang had a very slender waist and a very good waist-to-hip ratio.

"Why did you change into these clothes? Weren't you here to gather information for the club's information display? How did it turn into role-playing?"

Fu Jiang pondered for a moment upon hearing this.

"Would that feel better?"

Uta Kassapa sighed, watching Fukie, who had changed her clothes, gesturing and pretending to have truly become a priestess.

Looking at her charming, coquettish manner, I couldn't help but feel a little tempted as I took out my camera to take pictures.

"do not move."

"?"

"Well"

When faced with Uta Kasyapa's demands, Fukie naturally complied without hesitation; in fact, she was quite cooperative.

"Disappointing, go away."

"."

With a disdainful kick, Fukie shoved Uta Kasyapa aside, grabbed her equipment, and headed towards the shrine entrance.

With a creak, the shrine gate was pushed open, and the dust made Fue, who opened the door, sneeze several times.

"do not move."

Fukie was somewhat surprised to see Uta Kasyapa put a mask on her.

Why did you prepare this?

"There was a flu outbreak a while ago, so I carried it with me out of habit."

Fu Jiang raised her eyebrows, shrugged like Uta Kasyapa, took out a flashlight, and began her exploration.

Upon entering the main hall, the floor emitted a piercing scream with every step. Fujang muttered something incoherently as she walked, constantly scattering salt in her hands. Following behind her, Uta Kasyapa, holding a flashlight, grew increasingly puzzled.

"Are you here to investigate or to exorcise demons?"

"We have them all, don't worry about it."

"Can you?"

Fu Jiang stopped sprinkling salt, turned her head, and gave him a cold look.

Under her gaze, Uta Kassapa shook his head helplessly, tucked the flashlight under his arm, and took out his notebook to start taking notes.

Occasionally, the sound of rats scurrying about could be heard in the dark shrine. Fukie, who should have been frightened, was not afraid at all; on the contrary, she seemed even more excited.

Uta Kasyapa, who was following behind, was speechless. "You just keep acting like this because you can split yourself infinitely."
As he shook his head, Uta Kassapa suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some kind of writing engraved on the pillars on both sides of the central gate.

He stepped forward and shone a flashlight on her, and Fujang followed him over.

What does "丑の" mean?

"how could I know?"

Faced with Fukie's question, Uta Kasyapa naturally didn't understand. He took out his camera and took a picture of it, and the two continued forward.

"Isn't this place supposed to be haunted? Could it be that the thing I bought at such a high price is really that powerful?"

"What do you say?"

In the corner, Uta Kasyapa, who was taking pictures of the inscriptions on the shrine wall, turned around and looked back.

"It's nothing, go take your picture."

Having come to the conclusion that the exorcism tools in her hands were very powerful, Fujang became much bolder. Just then, out of the corner of her eye, Fujang suddenly noticed something.

In the crack of the door, where the dim flashlight couldn't reach, there seemed to be a splash of red.

Fu Jiang turned the flashlight around and, after seeing that the red was just a few red lines, she was a little puzzled.

Why is there a red line here?

Curious, Fujang continued forward and arrived at the room where the red thread was located.

As the flashlight shone, a room appeared before us, its beams and floor wrapped in a dense network of red threads, and adorned with numerous bells and talismans.

"Wow."

Most girls would have screamed and run into their boyfriends' arms at the sight of this, but Fu Jiang was not afraid at all. Instead, she felt that the scene in front of her had a kind of eerie and terrifying beauty.

Looking back at Uta Kassapa, who was still taking pictures everywhere, she subconsciously wanted him to take a picture of her inside.

But as her eyes darted around, an idea to prank Uta Kasyapa popped into Fukie's mind.

Then, Fu Jiang chuckled softly, carefully brushing aside the messy lines obscuring the corners of her eyes, and without touching any of the bells, went to the center of the area on the ground that resembled a magic circle.

Somewhat disgusted by the dust on the ground, Fujang wiped the dust off with her shoes, then found a relatively clean spot and knelt down.

"uh-huh."

After clearing her throat and regaining her composure, Fujang grabbed a red rope and pulled hard.

She never expected the red rope to be so fragile; it snapped with a gentle pull, and the sudden ringing of the bell startled her.

Ding-a-ling
The sudden sound of bells startled Uta Kassapa, who turned sharply to look in the direction from which the sound came.

"Fujiang?"

Looking at Fukie, who had somehow and silently gone to sit down in the center of the red line square with her head down, as if possessed by something, Uta Kasyapa felt a sense of panic.

Just then, a gust of wind suddenly came from the open door, causing the bell to shake even more violently.

Amidst the dense and piercing sound of bells, Uta Kasyapa shivered.

"Fujiang!?"

The slightly panicked shouts went unanswered, and just as Uta Kasyapa was frantically trying to figure out what to do in the current situation...

Kneeling on the ground, listening to Uta Kasyapa's anxious calls while Fukie was secretly laughing, the sound of tinkling bells echoed above her head.

With a soft snap, a withered, stiff arm, like someone stretching after waking up, slowly and stiffly drooped downwards.

(End of this chapter)