Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

This is great!

It seems that even if I offend Yukihime tonight, I'll have to stay.

"how about you?"

Tsuchimikado Mari gently brought her five fingers together, making a fist. "What do you want to do next?"

"Practice."

Haruhiko said with some difficulty, "It's not noon yet."

"Too."

Knowing he had been quite busy lately, Tsuchimikado Mari smiled and said, "But I'm a little thirsty."

"Then... you should drink some water first."

Haruhiko looked up at Tsuchimikado Mari as she approached, and stammered a little.

He felt like a bad kid wandering around outside who had encountered a grown man and would be tormented.

After a long while, Haruhiko left the living room.

He stood in the courtyard and exhaled deeply.

My body feels a little lightheaded right now.

However, this state is actually suitable for learning swordsmanship.

He took out the Red Phoenix.

The Totsuka Sword is with Izumi.

And he wouldn't just sit around flaunting it.

If you happen to encounter someone who knows its value, that would be troublesome.

Not far away.

Tsuchimikado Mari leaned against the pillar in front of the door, arms crossed, watching him quietly.

Although she was at the fifth rank, she was not a sword master and knew nothing about swordsmanship, so naturally she couldn't teach Haruhiko.

Besides, Haruhiko learned faster than she had imagined.

Mari Tsuchimikado had already witnessed it before.

But his speed in learning swordsmanship was even more outrageous, as if he had mastered it before.

"What a genius."

Mari Tsuchimikado couldn't help but sigh.

Her initial purpose in approaching Haruhiko was simple: to enhance her own strength.

But later, the relationship changed, and possessiveness began to emerge.

The only pity was that I arrived a little too late and couldn't enjoy it all by myself.

Suddenly, Tsuchimikado Mari thought of something and casually took out a makeup mirror.

Her once vibrant red lips had become unusually dull, faintly revealing a hint of paleness.

"This little guy sometimes doesn't understand the slightest bit of tenderness or chivalry towards women."

Mari Tsuchimikado wore a charming smile.

She took out her lipstick, reapplied it, and soon her red lips were exceptionally vibrant.

After watching for a while, Tsuchimikado Mari returned to the living room.

She and Tsuchimikado Mashiro spent a week at the Takamagahara Ruins, where the Tsuchimikado clan had accumulated a lot of work.

Furthermore, she also had to contact the other heads of the Imperial Household.

This was all thanks to the information from Izumo Shrine.

It's unclear what method was used, but it was confirmed that none of the fifteen family heads had been replaced and that they were genuine humans.

As for the others, they are too numerous to be easily investigated.

Having fifteen family heads is already sufficient.

Low-level psionicists would be suicide missions to deal with Ashiya Dōman and the fifth-tier demons; there's no need for them to get involved.

time flies.

Soon it was evening.

Haruhiko put away the Red Phoenix and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Today he is practicing Sword Master - Gale Blade.

Its main feature is an assassin-like, one-hit kill.

Of course, after learning this, he would have to learn the betrayer of the contract given to him by Yukihime.

As for the seventh forbidden zone, although there is a way to counter it, Haruhiko is still quite worried.

He plans to ask Tsuchimikado Mashiro and Tsuchimikado Mari for help.

After all, he couldn't accept anything happening to either Jinguji Fuyumi or Yukihime.

Haruhiko turned and walked towards the villa.

Because it was already late, the lights came on, making it almost like daytime.

He opened the door and, not seeing Tsuchimikado Mari in the living room, went to the kitchen.

Sure enough, she was wearing a white apron and gently stirring the pot.

A rich aroma filled the air.

It's miso soup.

Miso soup, a staple of Japanese meals, is not just a soup; it contains ingredients such as sea bream, red and white radishes, and fish bones.

Quite a lot.

Haruhiko wasn't used to it at first, but with the help of chefs Yukihime and Tsuchimikado Mari, he quickly grew to like the taste.

"It'll be ready soon."

Tsuchimikado Mari glanced back at him, then continued staring at the pot.

Haruhiko admired her graceful back view and felt a little regretful.

If she were to change into pajamas or her work uniform, the allure would be amplified for several more days.

As for the kimono, it's beautiful, but not sexy enough.

This completely concealed Tsuchimikado Mari's voluptuous figure.

Haruhiko suddenly remembered something.

He forgot to ask Yukihime for leave.

So he went back to the living room, took out his phone, and made a call.

"Where did you spend the night?"

Yukihime's gentle voice rang out.

If you ignore what she said, she was indeed quite gentle.

Haruhiko was shocked.

Yukihime is so smart.

He didn't even have a chance to lie.

No, that's not right. It's that she knows herself too well.

Oh no, I'm afraid I'll be completely controlled by her for the rest of my life.

But it's not bad.

“It was Mari-neechan who returned from the ruins of Takamagahara.”

Haruhiko spoke the truth.

He had previously mentioned to Yukihime what the Tsuchimikado clan and the Izumo Shrine were planning to do.

Therefore, there's nothing to hide.

"Oh."

Yukihime's cheeks puffed out slightly, showing a hint of dissatisfaction.

It's not aimed at Haruhiko, it's aimed at Tsuchimikado Mari.

There was nothing she could do; every time they met, that wicked woman would provoke her.

"Are you coming back tonight?"

Yukihime asked again.

"probably not."