Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

According to Mari Tsuchimikado's information, they still haven't found the exact location of the fragment.

Izumi can sense fragments, but his range is relatively narrow.

Haruhiko thought he might as well play the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

As for offending the Miyamoto family, it doesn't matter.

Just try not to expose it when the time comes.

The rooms provided by the University of Tokyo are large, but not particularly large.

Yuki had already cleaned it for a while, so now only the bathroom is left.

She glanced at Izumi, who was busy running around, and couldn't help but shake her head.

Given her size, she is indeed difficult to clean.

To avoid wasting time, Yuki grabbed the mop.

"Waaaaah! Lady Yukihime!"

Izumi was deeply moved and said, "You are such a kind person!"

Yukihime remained unmoved.

She understands Izumi and loves acting.

"You go out."

Yukihime waved her hand and said.

Izumi flew away happily.

Unfortunately, Haruhiko was practicing his swordplay, so she couldn't help him.

She is the scabbard, not the sword.

At that moment, she suddenly wished she were a sword.

At noon, Yuki called out from the doorway.

Haruhiko put away the red phoenix in his hand.

He is now very skilled with the katana that was forged by Tsuchimikado Mari.

For a swordsman, the sword in his hand is undoubtedly the most important thing.

At higher levels, one can even achieve perfect harmony between man and sword.

Some swords possess a degree of intelligence.

However, unlike Izumi, it will not develop consciousness.

Swords and knives are considered malevolent objects.

If it were truly conscious, it would actually be detrimental to the owner.

Lunch was similar to usual.

The most important part of Lunar New Year's Eve is the evening.

The food will be quite elaborate then.

in the afternoon.

Haruhiko continued his training.

If you run out of spirit power, ask Yukihime to replenish it.

Finally, New Year's Eve arrived.

Yuki turned on the TV and used the coffee table as a dining table, setting out tonight's buckwheat noodles.

According to Japanese tradition, soba noodles are a must-eat dish on New Year's Eve, and must be finished before midnight.

It symbolizes a steady, continuous flow of life and good health and longevity.

As for the big meal, it will be tomorrow, January 1st, the first day of the new year.

There are so-called Oseki and Zōni (a type of stew).

The former refers to various stews, pastries, etc.

The latter is a soup with rice cakes as the main ingredient.

Singing came from the television.

The Red and White Song Festival has officially begun.

Haruhiko hadn't seen the playlist and didn't know which number Tachibana Yui's program was on.

But it's okay, it will be your turn when the time comes.

"Bai Shuang, do you want some?"

Haruhiko picked up the noodles, paused, and looked at Jinguji Fuyumi on the sofa.

She didn't speak, she just wagged her tail.

"Master, I want to eat!"

Izumi took a bite directly from the chopsticks.

After swallowing it, she looked at Haruhiko expectantly.

"..."

Haruhiko twitched the corner of his mouth.

You certainly know how to seize opportunities.

He thought about continuing to eat noodles.

Upon seeing this, Izumi's face visibly flushed, and he looked shy.

But the next moment, she suddenly felt a chill all around her.

Without a doubt, it's Yukihime.

Izumi immediately became obedient, flew to the sofa, and looked at the TV.

But soon she stomped her foot in anger.

Yuki shifted her body and sat down in front of Haruhiko, her red lips leaning forward.

They went even further than Izumi.

She could only watch helplessly.

Jinguji Fuyugo seemed lost in thought.

Haruhiko's hobbies are quite strange.

She then realized that she hadn't experienced human emotions in a long time.

My cultivation has stagnated during this period.

Perhaps we should try again.

A slight ripple appeared in Jinguji Fuyumi's calm heart.

Haruhiko had no idea what she was thinking.

He and Yuki finished eating the soba noodles together.

Both of them had quite a bit of oil on the corners of their mouths.

Yuki smiled, took out a tissue, and handed it to him.

She picked up her bowl and chopsticks and went to the kitchen.

After she left, Izumi, who was listening to the song absentmindedly, flew up and sat on Haruhiko's shoulder.

This time I didn't do anything special, just stood there barefoot, swaying back and forth for a while.

She knew that if she provoked Yukihime again, someone would die.

Haruhiko wiped his mouth, threw the tissue into the trash can, and leaned back on the sofa, waiting for Tachibana Yui's show to begin.

Currently, it is a male singer performing.

Singers who can perform on the Kohaku Uta Gassen (Red and White Song Battle) are all quite talented.

Haruhiko didn't find it boring at all.

Just then, his cell phone vibrated a few times in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was a message from Tsuchimikado Mari.

More accurately, it's a video.

Haruhiko casually clicked on it, and his eyes widened immediately.

The content was actually about Tsuchimikado Mari taking a bath.

He quickly closed it again.

Izumi is on his shoulder; he mustn't corrupt the demon-controlling force.