Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Tsuchimikado Mari rolled down the car window and drove away.

Haruhiko stood there, frozen in place.

That statement felt like a provocation to him.

Thinking back to how he had been defeated by Tsuchimikado Mari's sharp tongue, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Human beings do indeed have limits.

Haruhiko sighed and returned home.

The fact that Xue Ji didn't greet me today means she's cultivating.

He took off his shoes, ignored the excited Izumi, and began his cultivation as well.

With Yukihime working so hard now, she might reach the fifth rank soon.

At that point, he will suffer an even greater defeat.

No, we need to strengthen our capabilities immediately.

Especially the Snow Woman Breathing Technique.

Several tens of minutes later, Yuki came out of the room.

Upon seeing Haruhiko, she couldn't help but smile gently.

But because he was cultivating, I didn't disturb him.

If he meditates, she can help him increase his absorption rate.

The Snow Woman Breathing Technique is very difficult.

Even so, Haruhiko's progress was so fast that it still seemed unbelievable to her.

They are all considered outstanding members of the Yuki-onna clan.

So, why is that?

After observing for a moment, Yuki turned and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Half an hour later, she brought the food to the table.

"After you finish eating, go take a shower."

Yuki handed the chopsticks to Haruhiko and said, "You're covered in sweat."

"Ah."

Haruhiko nodded upon hearing this, picked up a piece of fried shrimp, and began to chew.

Yuki rested her chin on her hands, gazing at him with tender affection.

A moment later, she leaned forward, her red lips slightly parted.

Haruhiko put a piece of fried shrimp into her mouth.

She chewed a few times and then gave it back to him.

Dinner is over.

Yukihime carried the bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen.

Haruhiko returned to his room and took two sets of pajamas.

One set belongs to him, and the other to Yukihime.

He went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water; soon steam rose.

Haruhiko sat in the bathtub and exhaled.

The bathroom door was opened.

Yuki walked towards him, her white knit sweater and black stockings slipping down.

A lot of water overflowed from the bathtub.

How was your day? Did anything interesting happen?

Yuki used a bath sponge to wipe his body.

"Same as usual."

Haruhiko's heart skipped a beat, but he answered calmly.

In fact, today was quite exciting.

He just didn't dare to say it.

However, he never expected that his own brother would betray him.

"is it?"

Yuki stepped forward slightly, rested her head on his shoulder, lowered her gaze, and said, "You've learned to lie."

"I……"

Haruhiko immediately started stammering.

"You're really naughty."

Yukihime sighed and said.

"..."

Haruhiko was silent.

Yukihime continued to scrub, and more and more foam appeared.

Two hours later, Haruhiko, feeling as if he had been skinned alive, left the bathroom.

Today was truly a day of misery.

First, Shiranui was punished, then Yukihime was punished.

With fire and ice, Haruhiko once again realized that humanity has its limits.

The night passed without incident.

a new day.

Haruhiko yawned, said goodbye to Yukihime, and headed to Tokyo University.

The morning class was "Cultural Relics Restoration" for archaeology majors.

As the name suggests, it involves the restoration of artifacts, primarily spiritual implements.

Time is always the most ruthless thing.

No matter how powerful they were before, after a thousand years of corrosion, most of the magical artifacts are now broken and tattered.

If you want to use it, you have to fix it.

This course is quite useful.

Because it is one of the essential skills that a Spirit Tool Master must master.

More accurately, the Spirit Tool Masters fall into two main categories: crafting spirit tools and repairing spirit tools.

However, the lesson didn't go into much detail.

Haruhiko did not gain any related skills as a result.

After class, he picked up his schoolbag and left the classroom.

Walking along the tree-lined path, Haruhiko pondered where to go next.

Should we go to Chiyo's carefree garden or Tachibana Yui's mansion?

Just then, a familiar figure flashed by.

She reached out and pressed down on Haruhiko until they were pressed against the large tree behind him.

It was Hoshino Hotaru, dressed as a shrine maiden.

Haruhiko glanced at her subconsciously; her collar was slightly open, revealing her fair neck.

Before he could even ask a question, he was already silenced.

Hotaru Hoshino stood on tiptoe, looking at him expressionlessly, and gradually, a faint blush appeared on her face.

It's very inconspicuous, like eyeshadow, yet it exudes a unique allure.

After a long while, the two parted ways.

Hotaru Hoshino's toes curled slightly; she was a little tired from standing on tiptoe for so long.

Her soft lips moved silently.

Haruhiko felt a little helpless and turned around to squat down.

Hotaru Hoshino immediately pounced on his back, pressing her entire weight onto him.

Because of the cushioning, Haruhiko actually found the touch to be very pleasant.

He suddenly thought of Tachibana Yui.

If it were her, it would probably be a bit uncomfortable.