I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Fujiwara Izaya blinked.

Line is the most commonly used messaging app in Japan, of course he knew that, the problem is, he doesn't seem to have created an account...

"senior?"

"..."

"You don't have Line, do you?"

"……Um."

"What a miracle!" Kasahara Asuka exclaimed, covering her lips in surprise and bombarding her with questions: "Why don't you use it? Is it because you don't know how? Or did you get dumped by a girl you met online on Line? Senpai, are you some kind of ancient monster born in the Showa era?"

"Please, I'm a genuine Heisei-era little demon!" Fujiwara Rin rolled her eyes at her, exasperated, and said helplessly, "The reason I don't use it is because there are no necessary contacts."

"Heisei-era little monster, haha, so you're a lonely high school sophomore who likes to be alone." Kasahara Asuka stared at him even more amusedly. "You like to travel alone, eat alone, and sit far away alone in class?"

"Stop speculating! I'll create an account right now!"

Fujiwara Izaya deftly pulled his phone out of his pocket and downloaded Line from the Google Play Store.

After he created his account and they added each other as friends, Kasahara Asuka suddenly stood up, leaned close to Fujiwara Izaya's ear and whispered, "From today onwards, please take good care of me, senpai."

The voice was soft, sweet, and warm, almost melting Fujiwara Izaya's ears. The sticky, warm breath blowing into his ear canal felt like a feather gently brushing against the surface of his soul, causing his body to shiver involuntarily.

Before he could react, Asuka Kasahara quickly turned around and left with graceful, light steps, like a waltz.

The hem of her uniform skirt traced a beautiful path beneath her pert buttocks, and her long orange hair, reflecting the sunlight streaming through the window, swayed gently with each step.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Fujiwara Izaya stopped her.

"Are you reluctant to see them leave?"

Kasahara Asuka stopped and turned around, immediately seeing him running up to her, pulling two pairs of stockings from his pocket.

"Your socks."

“Now these are your socks, senpai.” A mischievous smile of triumph curled at the corner of her lips. “If you miss Asuka tonight, please use these two pairs of socks for now. At least they still have Asuka’s scent on them.”

"unnecessary……"

"If you refuse, I'll have to call for help."

"...?"

This is a frame-up!

Although Fujiwara Izaya doesn't care much about other people's opinions, he would still be unhappy if he were smeared for no reason!

"Bye-Bye."

Kasahara Asuka waved her hand, humming a song as she turned and left.

Back at her friends' table, she smiled and said a few words. All three girls turned around and looked at Fujiwara Izaya in surprise. Among them, Koike Masami, who had met him before, waved to him and said, "Fujiwara-senpai, Asuka said she has a lot of feelings for you. Good luck winning her over!"

That bitch junior... Fujiwara Izaya silently plotted in his mind that once he got the reward, he would stay as far away from her as possible, and it would be best if they never had to see each other again.

Chapter 18. The small-breasted beauty is like a human-shaped sticker.

"Waaaah, that scared me to death!"

As he walked out of the cafeteria, Ikeda Seiji patted his chest repeatedly, his face showing a mixture of grievance and lingering fear.

Fujiwara Izaya mocked, "You really embarrassed yourself just now."

"How can you blame me?!" Ikeda Seiji, probably trying to salvage his image in front of his best friend, loudly defended himself: "That's Kasahara Asuka, the genius shrine maiden, the rising star of Shintoism!"

genius?

Rising star?

Fujiwara Izaya thought of the high school girl who stomped her feet in frustration when the chain broke that night, and he felt like laughing.

"Don't disbelieve me, her mother holds a very important position in the Bureau of Onmyō, and her sister is a high-ranking member of the Nine Sections. If she holds a grudge against us, Zenkokuji Temple won't be able to stay in the Bureau of Onmyō. No, we might even be kicked out of the Bureau of Onmyō!"

"That's so exaggerated?" Fujiwara Izaya was somewhat surprised.

He only visited the Onmyōryō (the Bureau of Yin and Yang) once, when submitting materials for the reopening of Asakusa Shrine, and paid an annual fee of 200 million yen. According to the staff at the time, only by paying this fee could he log in to the Onmyōryō's official app and accept exorcism requests posted there.

Apart from that, I have absolutely no idea what the Onmyoji Bureau is for.

Therefore, he had no idea how much power Ikeda Seiji's words represented.

“I’m telling you, Fujiwara,” Ikeda Seiji patted his shoulder, speaking in a mature tone, “the waters here run deep, you can’t handle it. If Kasahara-san has any designs on you, remember to tell her to come at me.”

"Koike will kill you!" Fujiwara Izaya punched him on the shoulder.

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding," Ikeda Seiji said, touching his buzz cut with lingering fear. "You saw how fierce she was to me just now, how could I dare... On the contrary, you should be careful and not let her play you."

"Okay," Fujiwara Izaya replied lazily.

He didn't know how deep the water was in the Yin-Yang Bureau, nor did he care how deep Kasahara Asuka's water was. Whatever the reason, he believed he could get out unscathed, and as for what lay beneath the water, it had nothing to do with him.

※※※※※

The two afternoon classes were home economics and music, and nothing noteworthy happened.

School was over quickly.

Today is Friday, and most clubs have club activities.

Fujiwara Izaya went to the Literature Club located in the old auditorium of the school and handed the manuscript he had written in the morning to a short-haired girl.

[Daily Rotation 1 Completed]

[Points +100]

"Uh, Fujiwara-senpai, well... how should I put this..."

The girl covered the manuscript paper with both hands, clearly embarrassed and shy, and seemed a little at a loss for what to do.

"Is there a problem?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her curiously.

"Well, our literature department is having an essay contest recently, with no restrictions on the subject..." The girl gently scratched her cheek, then cleared her throat and tried to sound composed: "The winning essay will receive a prize of 1 yen. Would you like me to submit your senior's essay to this contest?"

She's probably the type of girl who gets nervous easily.

Pretty good.

More likable than someone who's overly friendly.

If he could, Fujiwara Izaya really wanted to pat her head like he would a pet and compliment her on being as cute as a puppy.

But humans and transvestites are different, so he couldn't do that. At most, he could only smile gently at her and say, "It would be even better if you could vote. Thank you for your help."

"No, you're welcome..."

The girl blushed slightly, nervously clutching the hem of her white shirt with her fingertips.

After leaving the Literature Club, Fujiwara Izaya opened the system and looked at the second daily rotating task.

[Daily Routine 2: At 5:30 PM, I bought the only used Honda MX motorcycle for sale at the Meiji Park flea market for half price. Reward: 100 points.]

Buying a motorcycle on the secondhand market?

A strange daily routine.

Fujiwara Izaya glanced at his watch; it was nearly four in the afternoon.

With only an hour and a half left, it looks like I'll have to take the day off from this week's club activities.

Arriving at the Paranormal Research Department on the fourth floor of the club building, I took out my key and opened the door.

What comes into view is an ordinary activity room, two-thirds of which is filled with various odds and ends, such as boxes, spare tables and chairs, and even a faded old piano.

There were originally two units, but Fujiwara Izaya took one of them home.

Two desks were placed side by side by the window, and a girl tilted her head slightly, gazing at the slowly setting sun outside the window.

Wearing white over-ear headphones, she listened intently to the music, her fingers rhythmically tapping the table, her soft, cherry-colored lips occasionally humming along.

Her name is Hoshimi Rinko.

Class 3-A, head of the Paranormal Research Club, a model student who consistently ranks first in every exam.

She has long, slender legs and a relatively small bust.

As for his looks, Fujiwara Izaya is simply stunning.

Her features were exquisitely perfect, and her long hair fell almost unnaturally straight down, lightly and softly scattering across the table. Her eyelashes were long, and her eyes were like two pools of autumn water, so clear that one dared not touch them.

In Fujiwara Izaya's mind, she was a top-tier beautiful girl with long, straight black hair.

The two had known each other for almost a year, and would meet in this activity room almost every Friday before school started. They got along quite well.

She always rested her arm on the table, engrossed in her book. Her slender, pale fingers had distinct knuckles, giving her an unapproachable air. She only drank hot black tea, sharpened her pencils to a fine point, and liked to listen to music with headphones on while watching the crows flying around in the courtyard.

I read a wide variety of books.

Like Fujiwara Izaya, she reads everything, as long as it's a book.

Sometimes it's Immanuel Kant, sometimes it's Yasunari Kawabata; sometimes I watch "1984", sometimes I watch "Summer of the Ubume".

The librarian seemed to treat her exceptionally well, allowing her to borrow any book she wanted. Whenever she found a book that suited her taste, she would eagerly flip through it page by page like a hamster munching on a corncob. After finishing it, she would listlessly toss it to Fujiwara Izaya and ask him to return it.

When they get tired of reading, the two of them will also study tea ceremony, coffee, scenery, livelihood issues, social conflicts and so on together—in short, in the paranormal research department, they study everything except the paranormal.

As for her background and identity, Fujiwara Rin didn't pay much attention.

I've only heard about it from others, or perhaps from her casual mentioning it, but her family is from Kamakura and is a very powerful and wealthy clan there. Her mother is a famous beauty in the Tokyo metropolitan area.

On weekdays, Hoshimi Rinko lives in a large Western-style villa in Jimbocho, which has a large yard and lawn, and is planted with a wide variety of flowers.

Fujiwara Izaya visited her house several times, always on weekends.

The two would make some simple pastries to eat while listening to rock music and drawing. When they got tired of drawing, they would take a walk together in the Jimbocho used bookstore district, drink coffee at a coffee shop that looked nice on the side of the road, and lie on the grass to look at the sky when the weather was nice.

She called it a weekend outing in the city center.

Fujiwara Izaya calls this meaningless, directionless, and purposeless social activity in humans, or simply "three-no social activity".

White clouds drifted from one end of the window to the other. The girl, bathed in the afternoon sunlight, noticed someone coming in, took off her headphones, and looked towards the door.

"Any club activities today?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, leaning against the door.