I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Upon hearing the doorbell tone, he subconsciously looked up and mumbled a dazed "Welcome."

Shiraki Shun stepped forward and bowed.

"I am a priest of Tenji Shrine. I have an appointment with Mr. Mitsui. Is he here?"

"Ah, that's me."

The middle-aged man responded instinctively, looking at the polite young man in front of him with some surprise.

"So, you are Priest Shiraki?"

“Yes.” Shiramu Jun nodded.

Yuta Mitsui stared blankly at Shun Shiraki.

How come this white-robed priest is so young?

That seems so unreliable!

Not only did he lack even the most basic Shinto attire and shrine, but he also didn't bring any exorcism tools. He looked like a high school student who had secretly come to the internet cafe without telling his family!

Is it a scam?

With a sense of doubt, Yuta Mitsui said with concern.

“I’m telling you, Priest Shiraki, don’t think I’m joking with you. This time, what we’re dealing with is the real deal. You’d better go back to the shrine and ask some priests with high magical power to come forward.”

Seeing the distrustful look on Mitsui Yuta's face, Shiraki Shun understood somewhat.

Yuta Mitsui is not the first employer to say such a thing.

After all, I still look like a high school student.

Although she is very good-looking, it does not help her gain prestige; on the contrary, it gives the impression that she relies on her looks for a living.

Shiraki Shun smiled slightly and patiently explained to Mitsui Yuta.

“Mr. Mitsui, you should know that Shinto exorcism is not about age, but about one’s devotion to the gods and one’s relationship with the gods.”

"Although I am not very talented, I have a very good relationship with the gods."

"Of course, if it really exceeds my capabilities, I won't try to do something I'm not capable of, so please rest assured about that."

Shiraki Shun was quite confident.

He had the confidence to say that.

Since his debut, he has won every battle and has never been defeated.

I have already achieved my initial goal of slaying a hundred demons.

Of course, Shiramu Jun knew that this was because he had only exorcised minor ghosts.

Even so, he felt he still had some skills.

He was already somewhat confident about this exorcism.

After all, if it were a powerful demon, Yuta Mitsui wouldn't have been able to escape from its grasp.

It's probably just another little devil.

However, even the little devils cannot be careless; Shiraki Shun is well aware of the lessons learned from capsizing in the gutter.

Seeing Mitsui Yuta's expression, Shiraki Shun quickly added.

"If the exorcism is ineffective, the 8,000 yen reward will naturally not be paid."

"Please tell me the specific details."

Since things had come to this point, Yuta Mitsui couldn't say much more. He picked up the goji berry water on the table, took a sip, and then began to recount his experiences.

On Tuesday, Yuta Mitsui returned home after handing over his shift to the night shift staff as usual.

Because rain was forecast, he even brought an umbrella.

As he was passing through an ordinary alley, he suddenly heard a dull thud behind him, followed by a wail.

Yuta Mitsui was startled and turned around to see an old man lying on the ground not far away, looking injured.

Yuta Mitsui was about to rush over to check the situation when he suddenly stopped and stood still.

It was midnight.

Heavy rain is forecast for tonight. The ground is pitch black due to the dark clouds, and even puddles on the road cannot be distinguished.

There were no streetlights in the alley; it was pitch black.

How did I come to see that person clearly?

Mitsui Yuta's back was instantly covered in a dense layer of cold sweat. Instead of going forward, he immediately turned around in a flash, and in his panic, he even tripped and fell in the mud. But he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, rolled over and stood up, and ran desperately towards the alleyway.

The old man was left far behind, but he felt his neck getting colder and colder, as if someone was lying on his back, blowing cold air through their teeth.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Mitsui Yuta finally staggered out of the alley.

He then ran all the way back to his home, slammed the door shut, and locked it.

The sight of his home as usual relieved Yuta Mitsui, allowing him to recover.

He felt guilty.

I'm being too sensitive. I was just scaring myself. Maybe there really is an elderly person who needs help.

As he thought about it, Yuta Mitsui took off his coat and casually threw it into the washing machine.

Before throwing the clothes in, Yuta Mitsui glanced at them unintentionally, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

The coat was very clean, without a trace of mud.

But on the shoulder, there was a pair of blood-red handprints, seeping into the fabric of the clothes.

Looking at Mitsui Yuta in front of him, Shiraki Shun had already made up his mind.

The dead.

People who experience excessive stress in life are most likely to give rise to such ghosts if they die with a repressed state of mind.

This spirit feeds on the vital energy of living people. It will transform into the form of the elderly and weak to ask passersby for help. If the passersby actually lend a helping hand, it will possess them and absorb the host's vital energy.

A host with high energy can last longer, while a host with weak constitution will often faint on the spot.

However, Mr. Mitsui was not possessed; he was probably just affected.

Seeing Shiraki Shun deep in thought, Mitsui Yuta tentatively asked.

"Priest Shiraki, can you exorcise something like this? Why don't you contact the shrine and ask them to send more people over?"

He hasn't given up on the idea of ​​bringing Shiraki Shun back to Tenji Shrine and replacing him with a different priest.

Shiraki Shun comforted Mitsui Yuta, saying that this was still within his capabilities and there was no need to worry.

And

Who else can replace a shrine with only one priest?

Are we going to have our gods personally intervene?

It's not that it's impossible.

However, the appearance fee will probably be a bit higher.

It would cost at least 10,000 yen.

Yuta Mitsui opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything.

Ultimately, he still didn't quite trust this junior priest.

Shiraki Shun looked up at his watch.

It's 9:30 p.m.

"Mr. Mitsui, approximately when did you enter that alley?"

"I think I got home at 12:40, so I entered the alley around 12:30."

“Then I’ll be on my way.” Shiraki Shun pointed to the store’s common rest area and asked humbly, “Mr. Mitsui, would it be convenient for me to stay here for a while?”

"That won't do, that would be too inconsiderate." Mitsui Yuta said politely. He opened a drawer, took out a card, and handed it to Shiraki Shun. "If Priest Shiraki doesn't mind, please go and rest in the private room."

He secretly observed Shiramu Jun's reaction.

This is a small test for Yuta Mitsui.

When it comes to manga cafes in Japan, besides their low prices, their biggest feature is the wide variety of resources available.

Those who know, know.

I imagine that most proper priests would refuse, right?

Shiramu Jun didn't think much of it.

Having a place to rest before work is fine; it doesn't matter whether it's a private room or the main hall.

He took it, nodded his thanks, and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Mitsui."

Ha, he really is an unorthodox priest.

Yuta Mitsui said with a forced smile, "Don't mention it."

Shiraki Shun took the card and walked inside.

Enter a separate room.

After the person behind the counter left, Yuta Mitsui quickly turned around and typed a few keys on the computer.

On the screen, a scene from a private room is displayed.

On the monitor screen, Shiraki Shun had just taken off his shoes and sat down.

He turned on his computer and skillfully typed in a URL in the search bar.

A hint of smugness flashed across Mitsui Yuta's face in front of the screen.

This fraudulent priest couldn't even resist such a small temptation.

With a little trick, I managed to expose his true colors.

He picked up his thermos, glanced at the monitor screen, and leisurely lit a cigarette.