I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

This child is waking up earlier and earlier every day.

Moreover, she even prepared breakfast for herself.

He himself clearly stated that monsters are different from fragile humans; they are powerful creatures that can survive without eating food.

What a waste, what a waste!

The Zashiki-warashi sits at the table, eating rice with small bites, accompanied by miso soup and pickles.

After finishing her meal and washing the dishes, she glanced up at the clock next to the refrigerator.

He then quickly walked outside.

I need to hurry; I can't afford to miss out on my job.

In particular, I can't fall asleep anymore; I have to be alert!

Otherwise, it would be a real disservice to the food Hanghui made!

She slapped her cheeks hard to remind herself.

Before leaving the house, the Zashiki-warashi paused briefly as it passed the living room, which is closest to the entrance.

He glanced at the two black-and-white photos displayed on one side and said softly.

"Keifu, Minako, I'm going out."

In the photo, a man and a woman are standing upright.

Each of them wore a comfortable smile and calmly watched the Zashiki-warashi.

But no matter how warmly he smiled, he would never respond to her again.

The Zashiki-warashi turned around sadly, opened the door, and walked into the street.

She is not a new member of this family.

She moved here sixty years ago.

At that time, Kiritani Kouki's grandfather, Kiritani Ryoma, discovered her by chance.

However, instead of being afraid, he boldly invited her to play together.

After inheriting the family business, he established a family rule of "respecting the Zashiki-warashi".

Even then, he could no longer see her.

Because only children can see Zashiki-warashi.

However, in his spare time, Kiritani Ryoma would still sit in the yard with his son, Kiritani Sukeo, and enthusiastically tell him the story of him and the Zashiki-warashi.

Sometimes she would approach him openly, sit down next to him, and gesture for him to be quiet, while they listened intently together.

I will nod when the other person is right, and shake my head slightly when they exaggerate.

Therefore, Kiritani Keio often managed to expose his father's boasting, causing him immense embarrassment.

Originally, it was such a happy and fulfilling family.

But everything was shattered by the sudden car accident five years ago.

The out-of-control truck struck and killed the Kiritani couple instantly.

Upon seeing the mangled corpses of his son and daughter-in-law, Kiritani Ryoma suffered a mental breakdown due to the shock.

Six months later, he passed away.

Only four-year-old Kiritani Kouki was left to face the world alone.

Originally, what awaited Kiritani Kouki was either visiting a relative he had never met before or going to an orphanage.

But then a Zashiki-warashi, who had lived in this house for sixty years and watched three generations grow up, appeared.

She went to great lengths to forge the identity of Kiritani Kouki's aunt, using the alias Kiritani Yuko, and moved back into the house with five-year-old Kiritani Kouki.

For the first time, it entered human life as something other than a playmate.

For the first time in history, she cared so much about the offspring of a human being.

I worry about whether the other person will have any accidents on the way, whether they have been bullied at school, and whether they have eaten the cauliflower in their lunchbox properly.

So preoccupied with her thoughts, she often forgot that she was a monster.

She saw herself as a real mother.

However, Kiritani Kouki is also a sensible and obedient child, so he doesn't cause her too much worry.

At the same time, he also respected and relied on the Zashiki-warashi as if it were his own mother.

As time went by, their feelings for each other grew stronger.

Except when it comes to "that thing".

Thinking of this, a hint of fear appeared on the Zashiki-warashi's face.

She didn't expect it.

It's unbelievable that human schools have such a terrifying subject as "arithmetic"!

Or rather, why would there be humans in this world who are completely clueless about arithmetic?

Those questions that she found so simple, so childish, that she could figure out the answer at a glance—

If it were done by Kiritani Kouki, he would often have to rack his brains for ages, his face flushed red.

Then, tentatively, I wrote down a wrong answer.

At this point, the Zashiki-warashi would get so angry it would almost explode.

I wish I could open up Kiritani Kouki's head and see what was inside.

But seeing Kiritani Kouki's ashamed and bowed head, she swallowed her anger, even though it was on the tip of her tongue.

I could only manage a weak smile, encouraging him to try harder next time.

Over the years, Zashiki-warashi felt immense pressure.

The last rays of the setting sun faded.

Before we knew it, it was time to leave work.

The zashiki-warashi, who had transformed into the appearance of an ordinary young woman and was tidying up the dining table, breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I didn't fall asleep while working today.

At that moment, the owner of the Sakata Sushi restaurant came out of the kitchen.

He picked up a roll of freshly made tuna sushi and handed it to the zashiki-warashi.

Give a thumbs up.

"Jiezi, you've worked hard!"

"These extra sushi pieces are a waste to leave here. Why don't you take them back and eat them with Hanghui?"

"When children are still growing, eating more fish can help nourish their brains."

Looking at the incessantly chattering boss, the Zashiki-warashi couldn't help but smile gratefully and accepted the gift with both hands.

"I truly don't know how to thank you enough for your constant care."

"Not at all, I should be thanking you," the boss laughed heartily. "My business has improved a lot since Jiezi started helping out here!"

"Maybe this is the good luck that Yuko brought me!"

"You're too kind." The Zashiki-warashi bowed slightly. "Well then, I'll be going now."

"Give my regards to Hanghui!" The boss gestured, then quickly went back to the kitchen to help.

Lifting the curtain, the zashiki-warashi, carrying sushi, walked back to her home.

Elementary school in Japan lets out very early, usually between 2:30 and 3:00 pm.

However, Kouki Kiritani will not go home so early.

He would stay in the activity room set up at school for children whose parents were not at home, and leave around four or five o'clock.

On the one hand, it allows you to spend more time with your classmates.

On the other hand, Kiritani Kouki also knew that he was not a smart child.

In order not to upset Zashiki-warashi, he could only try to finish as much of his homework as possible at school and then finish the rest at home.

Although Kiritani Kouki never mentioned this, Zashiki-warashi was aware of it.

Hanghui, what a gentle child!

Thinking this, the Zashiki-warashi opened the cupboard, took out a plate, and put the sushi in.

Then I glanced at the clock hanging next to the refrigerator.

It is 4:30 PM now.

Hanghui arrived home around 5:20.

She still has nearly an hour of free time.

The Zashiki-warashi hugged its smooth knees, lost in thought.

Since there is time

How about we go to the Monster Mutual Aid Association?

Chapter 209 Even Monsters Have Nightmares

The so-called Yokai Mutual Aid Association is a Yokai organization that Zashiki-warashi (a type of Japanese spirit) came into contact with by chance a few months ago.

With the aim of helping yokai heal their wounds and relieve their stress, they are active in Nagano Prefecture.

At first, I just tried Zashiki-warashi out of curiosity.

However, during their first experience, the other party's amazing skills completely captivated the Zashiki-warashi.

Since then, she has become a loyal member of the mutual aid society.

Thinking of this, the Zashiki-warashi couldn't wait to jump off the chair and run into the bedroom.

She pulled out a white pillow almost the same size as her from the closet, patted it twice, and hugged it to her chest with satisfaction.