I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Not for now."

"Then I'll head back now."

Hoshimi Rinko tilted her head slightly and ordered in a shrewish tone, "Leaving early is allowed, but you must give a proper reason."

Having said that, she puffed out her chest with no small amount of pride, displaying the majesty of a department head, and gave Fujiwara Izaya a faint smile.

It's the kind of smile often seen on academically excellent students; it's very beautiful and elegant, with a touch of captivating charm.

But Fujiwara Izaya's attention was completely focused on the slight rise and fall of her chest.

It's truly a heartbreaking story.

To Fujiwara Izaya, a small-breasted pretty girl is like a human-shaped sticker, which can be stuck on the wall as a poster at any time.

What are you looking at?

The poster's tone was raised slightly.

Fujiwara Izaya remained expressionless: "Poster... no, senpai, senpai's bow is tied so beautifully, no girl can compare."

Hoshimi Rinko subconsciously looked down at the red bow on her chest, and sighed helplessly, "Let's go. Go back to school next week, and remember to submit a paranormal investigation report."

"Senior sister..."

Fujiwara Izaya shook his head and replied in the same authoritative tone, "There are no supernatural phenomena in this world. We must believe in science!"

After saying that, without waiting for Hoshimi Rinko's reply, he quickly turned around and walked out the door to collect the used motorcycle.

A gentle breeze blew in through the open window, rustling the pages of books on the beechwood table. The girl rested her fist against her cheek, her gaze fixed on the school gate.

The boy, wearing the same black headphones as her, with his hands in his pockets, slowly walked towards the tall, leafy oak tree.

"When will you finally be honest with me...?"

Hoshimi Rinko reached out her hand towards the window, her palm reaching out to grasp his retreating figure.

As if sensing something, Fujiwara Izaya stopped and turned around.

A gentle breeze blew through the gaps in the Yotsuya high-rise buildings, carrying a handsome young man in a white shirt and tennis shoes, his expressionless face slightly disheveled by the wind.

Chapter 19. Dusk, Heading to Meiji Park

As evening fell, the setting sun painted the sky red, bathing the entire city of Tokyo in a warm, rosy glow.

While waiting for the train to Sendagaya at Yotsuya Station, Fujiwara Izaya opened the Onmyo-ryo app on his phone to check nearby exorcism requests.

With a few swipes of his finger, he discovered that there were only three E-level commissions in the entire 23 wards of Tokyo during this time period, with rewards ranging from 3 to 5 yen.

Ugh……

Exorcisms could have been a lucrative business, but once exorcists got involved, they gradually transformed it into a service to the people.

Just as Fujiwara Rin was about to accept an E-rank request in Shibuya, his account suddenly received a private message.

[Shimada: Master Fujiwara, a friend of mine needs to post a commission. The reward is based on performance, and can be as high as 500 million yen. I wonder if you would be interested in participating?]

It was a private message from a returning customer.

Fujiwara Izaya thought for a moment and replied with two questions.

[Fujiwara: What are the specific requirements, and what is the difficulty level rating of the task?]

[Shimada: I'm not entirely clear on the specifics, but the commission rating is C. I have her contact number; Master Fujiwara can contact her personally to inquire about the situation.]

It needs to be explained.

The most direct reference data for evaluating an exorcism request is the request's rating.

The lowest-ranking E-level commissions deal with low-level monsters or newly formed ghosts.

These little creatures can't kill people; a strong yang energy adult male could even kill them outright. Even if the elderly, weak, women, and children are affected by their counterattack, they'll at most fall seriously ill. The risk is low, so the reward is naturally low as well.

Reaching Rank D signifies a level of danger that threatens one's life. One will typically face mid-level monsters or vengeful spirits that have just transformed from ghosts, requiring cultivators with mid-level strength to be confident in completing the task.

C-level commissions require high-level cultivators to handle alone. These commissions typically involve dealing with high-level monsters, exceptionally ferocious vengeful spirits, or even more terrifying urban legends. They are extremely troublesome and dangerous, and one wrong move could lead to death or even widespread casualties.

Fujiwara Izaya faces a Class C request that requires him to use his demonic powers, which carries the risk of exposing his identity.

After weighing the pros and cons, and considering that he had found a bead that could eliminate demonic power, he couldn't resist the temptation of money and directly dialed the other party's contact number, intending to find out more details first.

"Hello, this is Asakusa Shrine..."

"I'm not available to talk on the phone right now. Please discuss the details of the engagement on the 30th of this month. The meeting address will be sent to you via text message later. Beep beep—"

The female voice was very clear and cold, like a mountain stream flowing in the cold spring.

After hanging up the phone, I went back to the page where I had been browsing the commissions, and all three commissions had been snatched up by someone else.

Ugh……

If this keeps going on, exorcisms will become dirt cheap!

"The train has arrived at the station."

"Please move to the area behind the yellow line and wait for your train, following the principle of letting passengers off first..."

Before the station announcement had finished, the yellow-painted Chuo Line tram came to a stop with a loud screech of brakes, and the crowd began to stir, the swirling air ruffling Fujiwara Izaya's bangs.

Beneath her flowing hair, her eyebrows and eyes appeared slightly frivolous, carrying a hint of cynicism.

Fujiwara Izaya pressed his bangs down, his demeanor becoming refined again. Then he blended into the ordinary passengers and disappeared onto the platform.

A few minutes later, he received an address on his phone for a bar in Asakusa where he had performed.

The sun slowly set.

A flock of crows flew in from the west, skimming over the Odakyu Department Store, a few fallen feathers swirling lightly in the wind.

Arrived at the station, got off the train.

Directly opposite the exit of Sendagaya Station platform, the silver roof of Tokyo Gymnasium, resembling a tortoise shell, shimmered in the sunset, like the crystal-clear fingernails of a certain Asuka-chan junior who wished to remain anonymous, defying school rules...

With some inexplicable thoughts in mind, Fujiwara Izaya wrapped his school uniform tighter and walked alone into the dark exit tunnel.

Meiji Park is located directly opposite Sendagaya Station and is a large national park. This area boasts some of the greenest spots in Tokyo, with parks such as Yoyogi Park and Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden also situated here.

After exiting the station, I bought two sandwiches for dinner at a convenience store in front of the station. Fujiwara Izaya then went to the park gate and spent 200 yen to buy a park ticket.

The park was crowded with visitors on Friday, mostly couples or families.

He followed behind a couple.

The couple linked arms, stood close together, and whispered secrets in each other's ears from time to time.

After walking for a while, Fujiwara Izaya felt a bit cloying and nauseating.

There happened to be a vending machine on the side of the road, so he stopped and bought a bottle of matcha drink for 150 yen.

I unscrewed the cap and took a few sips. The initial taste was the characteristic bitterness of tea, followed by a slight sweetness. The taste was quite good.

I checked the time; it was only five o'clock. I still had half an hour before I could meet the person selling the used Honda Civic.

Instead of rushing to join the crowd, Fujiwara Izaya simply sat down on a bench by the roadside and slowly ate the sandwich he had just bought.

Next to the Grand Priest Stadium across the street, there was a small baseball field enclosed by a wire fence, where a group of teenagers were playing a baseball game. Outside the wire fence, a middle-aged man was taking pictures with a camera, and several crows perched on it, their dark eyes following the trajectory of the baseball in flight.

Fujiwara Rinya had neither interest in nor knowledge of baseball, nor did he find the rampant crows in Tokyo interesting.

He just ate while casually looking at something to pass the time.

Two other onlookers were discussing the game, using technical terms like strikeout, bases loaded, home run, and catch, which left me completely confused.

After watching for a while and finishing his sandwich, Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his legs and began to gaze at the clear sky.

It was a clear spring evening, with the air filled with the scent of dusk. The western sky was like a thin, translucent salmon slice, with bright, fiery clouds drifting overhead.

"The sunset is so beautiful!"

Among a group of students passing by, a cute girl with short hair exclaimed in surprise.

It is indeed very beautiful.

Fujiwara Izaya took out his phone and snapped a picture of the fiery sunset.

I have a slight urge to share this with someone.

Holding my phone, I stared blankly at the screen for a long time; there were only two contacts in my email...

One is Seiji Ikeda.

The other one is named Xia Xili, a mature woman in black stockings, the sole heir of the Xia Xi Group, and his godmother.

Give it to the little monk, it's not worth it!

I'll send it to my aunt, because I'm afraid she'll misunderstand and think I don't want to work hard anymore.

Forget it.

Let's take a look at Line's friends interface...

Uh, there's only one Asuka Kasahara.

I don't want to talk at all!

Fujiwara Izaya shook his head, packed up the sandwich packaging, and prepared to leave.

"Bang~!"

A baseball rolled over the barbed wire fence and landed at his feet.

Hey, classmate!

Fujiwara Izaya looked up.

"Could you please throw the ball back for us?" someone inside shouted.

He bent down to pick up the ball and threw it back into the wire fence. The boys waved their hats at him in thanks.

After bidding farewell to the baseball boy, Fujiwara Izaya entered the Meiji Park flea market. The chilly April breeze ruffled his hair, and crows flew overhead again.

Chapter 20. Yukino Riho and the Furukawa Hall

Around 1 p.m. on Friday, Yukino Riho visited the Furukawa Kaikan located in Sangenjaya.