I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Yukino Riho looked over in surprise.

A handsome boy in a high school uniform squatted in front of a figurine stall, holding a strange toy in his hand. While haggling with the stall owner, he idly flipped through the item in his hand and said, "I'd buy it if it were the red Gian in his Gian form." Then he shook his head regretfully and walked to another stall.

Sure enough it was him!

Yukino Riho hesitated, biting her lower lip, and followed him for a while, until she saw him squat down in front of a used bookstore.

Are you here to buy books?

She stopped behind the boy.

This time, I must find out his name.

Perhaps after that, the two will never cross paths again, and the other party may never have taken the matter of saving her to heart, but as the first human to help her, Yukino Riho believes that it is of great significance.

At the very least, I need to know his name.

After waiting for a long time, the boy bought a book and stood up in front of the stall.

Yukino Riho quickly bowed slightly in greeting, then looked up and smiled, "What a coincidence, running into you here! May I ask..."

Before she could finish speaking, the boy blinked and then waved, "Hello, goodbye."

Then, he turned and left decisively.

Yukino Riho stood there, looking a little aggrieved.

She came over to say hello with great enthusiasm.

he……

How could he be so cold (voice breaks)!

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"What a coincidence! I run into you here. May I ask...?"

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Izaya paused for a moment, then, while inwardly remarking how small Tokyo really was, said, "Hello, goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned and left.

There was a stall selling used guitars not far away, and Fujiwara Izaya wanted to go and take a look, but after taking a few steps, a question suddenly popped into his mind—could the woman selling used motorcycles be this stupid woman?

I glanced at my watch; it was exactly 5:30…

Fujiwara Izaya stopped and turned around.

In my line of sight, the woman stood blankly in the crowd.

If you include high heels, she is over 175cm tall, making her stand out in a crowd. She is wearing a light brown spring coat, a short skirt, and black stockings, giving off a neat and comfortable vibe.

She wore no jewelry, only a pair of small gold-rimmed glasses, which added a touch of intellectual beauty to her originally quiet and aloof temperament, making Fujiwara Izaya's eyes light up.

"It's you! I almost didn't recognize you!" he exclaimed with a smile.

Seeing the relieved smile on her face, Fujiwara Izaya immediately squatted down in front of the guitar stall and started haggling with the stall owner.

He still needs to take advantage of that stupid woman later, so he can't act too intimately now, or he might be too embarrassed to speak up later.

Finally, she got a word in edgewise... Yukino Riho breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down beside him, and waited quietly.

How much is this guitar?

"Thirty-five thousand yen."

"Is 10,000 yen okay?"

“No way, this is a genuine Yamaha guitar. It cost over 60,000 yuan when I bought it,” said the young female stall owner, who looked like she had just graduated. “Besides, I’ve hardly used it at all. Look how new it is.”

Fujiwara Izaya reached out and plucked the strings of the koto.

The sound quality is decent in all four aspects: "stable, accurate, clear and smooth," and the price of 35,000 yen is reasonable.

"Wow, this is a great thing..." He looked up, a slightly shy smile on his face. "I'm sorry, I don't have enough money to buy it. But I really love this guitar. Could you keep it for me next time I come back to buy it?"

The handsome, artistic young man revealed such a captivating expression that the female stall owner's heart skipped a beat, and her voice immediately softened.

"How much can you offer?" she asked gently.

“I only have ten thousand left…” Fujiwara Izaya’s expression was embarrassed, and his tone was slightly disappointed. “I’m a country boy from the mountains of Nagano Prefecture. I’ve loved music since I was little, and my biggest dream is to have my own guitar. But in the year I’ve been in Tokyo, this is all the money I’ve saved through part-time jobs…”

The boy, lost in despair, seemed especially endearing to the stall owner.

Especially when he was saying this, he kept rubbing his fingers together. His uneasy appearance made people want to gently hug him, pat his head, and soothe his emotions.

If it were a male stall owner, he would probably yell, "What do I care if you have dreams?"

But looking into the maternal glow in the woman's eyes, Fujiwara Izaya felt as if he were selling his body.

Beside her, Yukino Riho also fell into a strange sadness.

The feeling of being broke...

She really understood!

"Ten thousand it is, it's fine."

"This won't do..."

"Take it."

The female stall owner simply shoved the guitar into the boy's hands.

"Thank you." Fujiwara Rinya hugged the guitar tightly with both hands, a pure, white lotus-like smile blooming on his face. "Sister, you're so beautiful."

"Boom~"

The female stall owner clearly heard the sound of her heart fluttering.

My ears are ringing and my head is a little dizzy.

When they came to their senses again, there were ten crumpled 1,000 yen bills left on the stall, but the boy had already disappeared.

Chapter 22. I'll Give You Half of My Heart

The other end of the flea market.

Fujiwara Izaya was carrying his guitar and looking for an open space, with Yukino Riho walking alongside him.

"How will you be here?"

"Oh, I'm here to sell that Honda Spyder."

"I guessed it, how much are you planning to sell it for?"

"Um, I'm not quite sure about the price..."

"Sigh, you stupid woman, what can I say? Even the price..."

"Stupid woman?"

Yukino Riho stared in disbelief, her mouth agape.

It seemed she wanted to say something in rebuttal, but for a moment she didn't know where to begin, so she could only maintain a blank expression.

Her expression was genuinely a bit silly, but when a mature and beautiful woman like her acts silly, it doesn't feel bad. On the contrary, it creates a charming contrast that doesn't match her usual style, making her quite adorable.

"Haha, sorry," Fujiwara Izaya laughed awkwardly, "I accidentally blurted out what was on my mind, please don't mind it."

Yukino Riho stopped and glared at him, clearly displeased. "I'm not called 'Stupid Woman.' My surname is Yukino, and my given name is Riho. Please remember this name!"

“Yukino,” Fujiwara Izaya murmured to himself, then smiled. “It’s a very nice surname with a good meaning. It matches your beautiful appearance, which is like that of a snow woman.”

"Eh, Yuki-onna? N-nothing..."

Yukino Riho was startled, her heart pounding wildly. She was even worried that the boy would notice her strange behavior, so she subconsciously took a few steps back.

"What's wrong?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her curiously.

"N-nothing..."

Yukino Riho shook her head, then lowered her head in embarrassment.

Pray that nothing unusual will happen, pray that the noise around you will be louder, and pray that no one will discover your true identity.

“That’s weird,” Fujiwara Izaya shrugged. “Let’s talk about the price of the Honda Slug.”

"You want to buy it?"

"Yes, cars that have been flooded are very cheap, so be prepared."

Thinking about how he had haggled over the price just now, Yukino Riho suddenly wanted to laugh. "I'll just give it to you as a thank you for saving me."

"That won't do."

"It's alright, I was just wondering how to repay you."

“No, no,” Fujiwara Izaya quickly shook his head. “I don’t like taking advantage of people. You should name a price.”

What a joke!

If we just give it to them directly, what about daily tasks?

"Don't you like taking advantage of others?" Yukino Riho couldn't help but laugh, covering her lips with one hand and pointing at the guitar in his hand with the other.

"..."

Having lived two lifetimes, Fujiwara Izaya had never felt so awkward.

"Well, haha, this was an accident..." He dug out a three-bedroom apartment under his feet, but still smiled politely. "Miss Yukino, please name a price, otherwise I'll feel bad about it."

"Really, you don't need to."

Yukino Riho looked into his eyes and smiled faintly.

A gentle, beautiful smile lingered on her lips for a moment, reminiscent of the dew that had not yet evaporated on wisteria petals on a summer morning.

“It’s priceless to me,” she said.

Fujiwara Izaya shook his head: "I don't believe in priceless things."

"You'd better believe it exists."

"What is it?"

"For example, the fact that you saved me means something to me so much that it's priceless."