Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

She patted Haruhiko on the shoulder, gesturing for him to get up.

"I'm going to change my clothes, then I'll cook."

Yuki smiled and walked towards the room.

Haruhiko let out a breath, but felt a little suffocated; he could only talk about it later that night.

"Master, is your birthday coming up soon?"

Izumi descended from the sky, her pink cheongsam billowing upwards.

"..."

Haruhiko closed his eyes in resignation.

Soon, I felt a heaviness in my chest.

Izumi's fair feet stepped on his clothes.

"I remember reading online that birthdays are a very important day for humans."

Izumi's eyes sparkled as he said, "And as close friends or family, you should give them a gift."

"It is indeed the case."

Haruhiko reopened his eyes and said, "But I don't really care."

"no!"

Izumi said firmly, "This is a very important day, how can we be indifferent?!"

"...?"

Haruhiko raised an eyebrow and asked, "It's my birthday, not yours. Why are you so agitated?"

"Because I am the demon tamer closest to my master!"

Izumi excitedly walked around on his clothes, "That's why I must give you the most precious birthday present!"

I am just a demon tamer.

You are of course the closest to me.

Haruhiko muttered a couple of complaints to himself, but didn't expose him.

He was curious about what Izumi meant by the most precious birthday gift.

"Owner."

Izumi stopped, gently bit her rosy lower lip, and asked, "Is it true that you can't refuse a gift you receive on your birthday?"

"Theoretically, it's not possible."

Haruhiko said with a doubtful look, "But you shouldn't give me any strange gifts either."

"Do not worry!"

Izumi laughed again, "Master, you'll definitely like it."

Haruhiko smiled when he saw her adorable appearance.

The tension gradually eased.

Night falls.

Haruhiko took advantage of the time to study the differences between human form and demon form.

Although it was another do-or-die battle, it was enough.

The two of them studied it all night.

The next day, Haruhiko asked his senior, Aizawa Kaoru, for leave.

As his research deepened, he looked forward to his birthday more and more.

Fifth update. The power went out today, I'm totally exasperated. I was planning to finish writing, but now I'll just have to wait.

Chapter 112. Snow Princess, Aid My Cultivation

at noon.

Haruhiko opened his eyes.

He stayed up all night last night, and after taking the day off this morning, he went back to sleep.

I only just noticed a faint sense of unease, as if something as hard as a tooth had been accidentally scratched.

He remembered his beloved car from his past life and woke up.

What comes into view is Yukihime's slightly messy silver hair.

Her stunning face puffed up slightly, like an adorable hamster.

The white onesie revealed her smooth shoulders, with a slightly indented black strap on one shoulder.

Haruhiko slowly came to his senses and remained silent.

Yukihime couldn't say, but her eyes held a dangerous glint in them.

It was as if he was about to kill someone at any moment.

Haruhiko couldn't help but tremble.

cough cough.

It's not that I'm scared, it's just that the weather is a bit cold.

Tokyo is indeed not hot after entering October.

Haruhiko wasn't wearing any clothes, and the wind caused him to have a stress response.

"Are you hungry?"

Yuki looked up at him, her voice muffled.

Haruhiko nodded obediently.

He did feel very hungry.

"I went to cook."

Yuki got out of bed, picked up a water glass, swallowed a mouthful of water, and immediately made a gurgling sound.

She turned around, a faint smile on her face, and at the same time, opened her mouth and silently moved her red lips.

After doing all this, she slowly left the room, leaving behind a swaying silhouette.

Haruhiko let out a breath.

There's always a feeling of surviving a catastrophe.

He lay in bed for a while before slowly getting up and changing his clothes.

Because he stayed up all night to catch up on sleep, he felt soreness all over his body.

He realized once again the importance of the Snow Woman's Breathing Technique.

Haruhiko went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Master, does it look good?"

Izumi, dressed in a pink Lolita outfit, flew up to him.

"nice."

Haruhiko glanced at her petite figure and asked, "Who bought you these clothes?"

"I bought it online myself."

Izumi said excitedly, "Let me tell you, Master, there are so many clothes online that I can wear."

Haruhiko was stunned.

How can someone of her size have so many clothes?

"Master, what is a doll?"

Izumi tilted his head and asked, "Is it a tsukumogami like me?"

"..."

Haruhiko immediately understood what kind of clothes she had bought.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Izumi looked around and, not seeing Yukihime, landed on his shoulder and happily rubbed her face against him.

A soft and delicate touch came over me.

Haruhiko thought to himself that this was more realistic than any doll.

He put down his water glass and toothbrush, washed his face, and then went to the living room.

Izumi stayed close to him, refusing to let go.

After being told the reason by Yukihime, Haruhiko understood the reason.