Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Who told her to handle everything at the Basic Shrine? She was dragged into it early on, so Hanayama Haru's words weren't without a hint of complaint.

"You're both from the same family as Jiuqinghua, so why do you seem so different from Kuga Hikaru?" Jingu asked curiously.

Both being young ladies, Kuga Hikari never seemed to be so timid and submissive, making Hanayama Haru, the young lady, seem like a fake.

“The circumstances are different. If it were two or three years ago, I could have been as arrogant as that girl.”

"Tell me about it, I love eating melons the most."

As Tokyo's traffic wasn't exactly smooth either, Hanayama Inu's words immediately piqued Jingu's curiosity.

Hanayama Haru said somewhat helplessly, "It's nothing much, it's really just about the successor."

"Although our families are outwardly known as the direct line of succession, in reality, over the years, the core of our inheritance has always been spiritual talent."

"If it is the eldest son, then regardless of his strength, he shall inherit it. But if it is the eldest daughter, unless all the direct males are incapable of talent, she will not be able to inherit it."

"That sounds pretty difficult." Jingu crossed his legs.

"Actually, it's not that difficult. Women are more likely to have spiritual talent in this area because of the union between shrine maidens and gods, while men are rare except for those who are truly exceptional."

Kayama Inshun sighed and continued.

"Originally, I was the only one in my generation with this talent, and the family tacitly agreed that I would inherit it. But by some strange coincidence, a few years ago my father somehow produced a child who awakened spiritual power."

“That child is only a few years old, and it’s impossible to hand over the family affairs to him now. It’s also not appropriate for me to continue to handle it, which has put me in this awkward situation.”

“Interesting.” Jingu changed his posture.

"So you don't want this? Do you need me to help you regain your inheritance rights?"

Kayama Inshun paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Forget it, Lord Jingu, you only kill everyone who refuses. My family has been very good to me. These things are just following the rules, it doesn't have to be like this."

Although Hanayama Haru was somewhat annoyed, she wouldn't go so far as to summon the great deity of the Shrine for this. If the Shrine were to intervene, Hanayama Haru felt that, no matter what, it would definitely be different from what she had imagined.

"And compared to these, the Shrine..."

"You need to be careful, sir. What you did last night will likely draw a lot of condemnation later. Please restrain yourself and don't offend all the gods in Tokyo at once."

"How could that be? I came here today with the intention of making friends." Jingu grinned.

"How can you possibly offend everyone? You should at least make a few friends, okay?"

"Does that mean it doesn't matter if I offend everyone except for making friends?" Hanayama Haru had already learned to guess Jingu's unspoken meaning.

Jingu smiled but didn't say anything, and Hanayama Inuharu could only sigh and say no more.

They finally arrived at their destination around noon.

Nezu Shrine, located in Bunkyo Ward, is currently in the season when azaleas are about to bloom. The entire shrine is covered in flowers, with colorful azalea buds ready to burst into bloom.

There are quite a few tourists visiting it, which is much better than the quiet little shrine.

As the shrine maiden strolled leisurely, admiring the flowers, she was in no hurry. Suddenly, she spotted a familiar figure.

"what?"

Jingu saw her, and she saw Jingu at the same time. Her already smiling face beamed even more.

"Isn't this the licentious evil god, the tyrannical hurricane god's palace? To meet him here, is it fate or destiny?"

Naiji Seiko was still wearing a long blue dress. She was squatting on the ground looking at the flowers when she looked up and saw the shrine passing by.

"What a strange nickname! Is this how you all give people nicknames?"

Seeing the Holy Son of Nagai here was an unexpected delight, but the thought of why he was here made Jingu feel somewhat displeased.

"Isn't that right? To snatch a beautiful girl, they unleashed a hurricane that destroyed the entire family. I think these titles are very fitting."

"No way, I saved Tokyo and thwarted a huge conspiracy."

Jingu rolled her eyes at her. Why hadn't the Takatsukasa family clarified this matter? Now he's been smeared.

"Is that so? I thought you were just trying to steal him."

Nagai Seiko seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and continued speaking.

"Otherwise, I would have to send my god away beforehand, since it definitely can't beat your shrine."

"Tsk, if you say that again, I'll tie you up and take you back. Anyway, everyone thinks I'm capable of doing it."

"Well, a man who can't even crack a joke isn't likable."

Nagai Seiko became a little more reserved, putting his hands behind his back.

"So your god is also attending that gathering? Where is it?"

"Huh? What are you talking about, Shrine? Most gods walk in the mortal world by relying on priestesses, of course. Not all of them are like a monster like you."

Nagai Seiko tilted his head, his words carrying an indescribable meaning.

"Oh, I see. So I won't be able to see any other gods today?" The shrine maiden was somewhat disappointed, and instantly lost all interest in going.

"No, that won't happen. Most of the gods will possess the shrine maiden during the gathering, but you won't be able to see their true forms."

The Holy Son of Mingju took three steps at a time and stepped onto the stairs, but before he could stand firmly, he suddenly felt a wave of vibration.

Another earthquake?

The girl leaned back, and Jingu stepped forward. Nagai Seiko then nestled into Jingu's arms like a fledgling swallow seeking refuge.

"This is the second time."

The girl was taken aback for a moment, then raised two fingers toward the shrine, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Chapter 38 The God of Rainbows

"I was just trying to help you both times, okay?"

The shrine was somewhat helpless.

“Last time counted, but this time doesn’t.” The Holy Son of Nagai stood up from the Shrine’s embrace.

"So you basically got to touch me for free."

Jingu rolled her eyes and was about to say something when Hanayama Haru, who had been silently watching the two of them, glanced at her phone and said.

"Lord Jingu, it's almost time, aren't you leaving?"

"Oh, shall we go together?"

The second half of the sentence was addressed to the Holy Son of Naju.

"No, I have plenty of time. You go ahead," said the Holy Son of Mingju, waving his hand.

"Don't forget, you touched me for free once."

"Tsk, you're just as petty as me."

Jingu waved his hand and followed Hanayama-in Haru away. Naju Seiko stood there watching the two of them go, then turned around and walked up the flower path.

On the way, Hanayama Haru couldn't contain his curiosity and asked Jingu.

"Do you really like her? You two seem to be having a great time chatting."

"No? This is only the third time I've met her," Jingu said casually.

"As for liking her, I just think she's interesting, right?"

"No, to be honest, you two are both weirdos. It's more like weirdos attract each other," Hanayama Haru said very sincerely.

The longer she spent with the shrine, the bolder she became.

"I don't even know what she's thinking right now, so how do you know she's a weirdo?"

Jingu chuckled twice and continued.

"But that's also very interesting. I'm curious when she'll reveal her true nature."

"A god with a perverse sense of humor."

Hanayama Haru muttered a complaint under her breath, and the two of them arrived in front of the main hall.

"I won't go in. Please be sure to behave yourself once you're inside, Lord Shrine."

In the very end, Kayama Inshun couldn't help but offer another word of advice.

"I know, I know."

As soon as the shrine stepped into the main hall, he felt an anomaly in the space. The entire hall seemed to expand invisibly, and the sunlight was hidden and dimmed.

The seats were arranged around the room, but most of the people sitting there were veiled shrine maidens dressed in various shrine maiden outfits, kneeling quietly in their seats.

Because of the dim lighting and the inability to see the entire hall, Jingu casually found an empty spot to sit down and restlessly looked around.

His casual sitting posture and complete disregard for rules drew strange glances from the other people in the hall from time to time.

"Hey! A new face."

Suddenly, a woman appeared on the side of the shrine. She spoke to the shrine without any restraint, seemingly oblivious to the tranquility of the hall.

Jingu turned his head and was stunned for a moment by the woman in front of him. What kind of devilish aesthetic sense is this?

"Holy crap, whose shrine maiden outfit is that? Your taste is absolutely bizarre!"

The woman in the side has a beautiful face, and her short purple hair is held back by a white headband. At first glance, she looks like a very intellectual and elegant woman, and even her outrageous fashion sense cannot erase this quality.

As for the absurdity of his fashion sense, one can only say that even a random piece of clothing bought on the street would be more outrageous than this.

The entire long-sleeved dress is made of seven colors of fabric seamlessly joined together, arranged from top to bottom according to the colors of a rainbow. This vibrant color scheme...

This color scheme would probably be considered a disaster on someone with an average appearance.

Fortunately, the other person had a white shawl to cover their upper body, making the outfit a little more harmonious.

"What a weirdo? A shrine maiden's outfit?" The woman frowned, then relaxed.

"Speaking so recklessly, you must be the Wind God, Shrine, whom they call the one who acts with impunity and kills an entire family for a shrine maiden, right?"

"Wind God? You really have a big misunderstanding about me. So who made this outfit? The color scheme is just too outrageous. Is your god some kind of Mary Sue god?"

Jingu's attention remained focused on the other person's outrageous fashion sense.

"Heh." The woman chuckled coldly twice and introduced herself.