I have an unlimited number of shikigami

How deep?

"It's terrifyingly deep."

"A fish?"

"Where there is water, there are fish."

"Are fish also priceless?"

"Fish can be priceless if you're willing."

A middle-aged bald man passing by next door glanced at the two of them as if they were crazy.

"Alright, I'll be convinced for now." Fujiwara Izaya nodded.

Across the twilight and falling cherry blossoms, he wore the same gentle smile and said slowly, "I see Honda Syaoran as your heart, and in return, I'll give you half of my heart, is that alright?"

Yukino Riho wanted to reply with "okay".

But his throat failed to vibrate as he wished; he simply exhaled and then slowly nodded.

Is this the art of human speech?

Yukino Riho didn't understand.

But she really liked the idea of ​​"giving you half of my heart," even though it was just an empty promise.

The sound of leaves rubbing together grew louder as the wind blew through the clouds, leaves, and her shoulder-length hair. A cherry blossom petal landed on her burning cheek.

"Monsters and humans can live in harmony..." she thought excitedly.

[Daily Rotation 2 Completed]

[Points +100]

A system notification popped up, and Fujiwara Izaya instantly forgot what he had just said, asking, "Has the car arrived?"

“I had someone drive it for me,” Yukino Riho thought for a moment, then asked him, “How about I have him drive it back, and you can ride it from the bakery?”

"OK."

Yukino Riho called Mr. Kamiya and briefly explained her request.

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Kamiya remained silent for a long time. After hanging up, he grumbled and rode his motorcycle back home.

"Shall we go to the vehicle registration office together tomorrow to transfer the vehicle registration?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"Ok?"

Yukino Riho, who had just put her phone away, blinked and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

That bewildered expression really makes her look like a clueless snow maiden... Fujiwara Izaya internally screamed, "Your car doesn't have license plates?"

"Uh, no, what's the license plate..." Yukino Riho felt her cheeks burning.

With his last glimmer of hope, Fujiwara Izaya asked, "Do you still have all the things the dealership gave you when you bought the car?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Yukino Riho nodded quickly.

"That's fine then, give it to me tomorrow." Fujiwara Izaya breathed a sigh of relief, then took the guitar apart, tossed the box to her, and said, "Here, do me a favor."

"Help with what?"

"Come with me, you can just squat down and hold me. With so many people at the flea market, we should at least make back the money we spent on the guitar."

Fujiwara Izaya carried his guitar to a cherry tree and plucked the strings to test the sound.

"So he was busking..."

Yukino Riho looked like she suddenly understood, and quickly squatted down in front of him while holding her guitar case.

A pleasant evening breeze blew in from between the high-rise buildings in Shinjuku, causing the flower branches to tremble.

Cherry blossoms fell like snowflakes in the wind, and crimson clouds floated above the tips of the cherry trees.

"Everyone is keeping it a secret,"

"Living while pretending."

A young man's soft singing voice, accompanied by a guitar, rose under the romantic cherry blossoms.

A woman as beautiful as snow was squatting beside him.

The setting sun shone like a spotlight through the gaps in the buildings, casting two distinct shadows on the road. The outlines of their bodies shimmered in the clear, transparent glow of the sunset.

"Illuminated by the lights of Tokyo,"

"Sadness and confusion."

"This street,"

"Your presence is everywhere."

More and more people came because of the singing, and were reluctant to leave because of the two's outstanding looks. They formed several circles around them, and the money in the guitar case kept increasing.

The woman gave Fujiwara Izaya money.

The man gave money to Yukino Riho.

Chapter 23. Priests and demons have no future!

As dusk fell and the park's closing announcement rang out, the two yokai left Meiji Park and headed towards Sendagaya Station.

Passing by a street corner where low-rise residential areas intersect with office buildings, Fujiwara Izaya finished counting and looked excited: "I earned 48,000 yen in less than an hour. I really do have a talent for selling my looks, no, I mean, selling my voice."

His money-grubbing attitude was quite cute in Yukino Riho's eyes.

“Here, this is for you.” Fujiwara Izaya took out ten thousand yen and gave it to her. “Don’t think it’s too little, after all, I earned the majority of it.”

"Thank you." Yukino Riho accepted it naturally, and then asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Fujiwara Izaya".

"...Huh?" Yukino Riho's chest tightened.

"what happened?"

"Um... um, where in Asakusa do you live?"

"Asakusa Shrine."

"……Clam?"

"Were you scared?"

"...Yes, yes."

“Don’t let my young age fool you,” Fujiwara Izaya pointed to his nose with his thumb, a smug look on his face befitting his age, “I’m a registered priest, you know. If you ever need anything, just contact me and I’ll give you a 20% discount!”

“…Good, excellent.”

Yukino Riho managed to force a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

In fact, she really wanted to cry right now; her good mood from just now had been completely washed away by him.

It's true that monsters and humans can live in harmony... but monsters and priests are mortal enemies, there's absolutely no possibility of them living in peace!

"Hey, silly woman," Fujiwara Izaya waved his hand in front of her, seeing her absent-minded look. "What are you doing now? Why are you spacing out like this?"

"Oh, it's nothing..."

Yukino Riho snapped out of her daze and instinctively quickened her pace. "It's getting dark soon, let's hurry home."

“No, it’s not that we should hurry home,” Fujiwara Izaya corrected. “You go home, and I’ll go home.”

"...No need to remind me!"

In all her years, Yukino Riho had never felt so conflicted.

The train back to Asakusa was unusually crowded, and the two were squeezed into a corner of the carriage. Fujiwara Izaya was surrounded by people, and he tried his best to create a small space with his hands to protect Yukino Riho inside.

Face to face, very close.

Even if he breathes a little heavier, his warm, humid breath will reach the tip of Yukino Riho's nose.

Yukino Riho clutched her bag to her chest, her gaze darting nervously left and right. This position was awful; it felt like he was about to pin her against a wall, making her so embarrassed she felt like she was about to melt into a puddle of ice water.

The carriage swayed, and Fujiwara Izaya's body would occasionally lean forward uncontrollably.

Fortunately, whenever he leaned forward, Yukino Riho would reach out and brace herself against his chest, preventing the awkward situation of their bodies touching.

"I'm sorry, are you in pain?"

"Um……"

"It'll be out soon, just bear with it a little longer..."

“…Okay.” Yukino Riho lowered her gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said as if to ease the awkwardness, “It’s so big.”

"Ok?"

"Eye……"

"Yours is the same..."

"Eye?"

“Of course, but besides her eyes, there’s also…” Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously glanced down at her figure. He wanted to say her breasts, but felt it would be impolite, so he changed his words to, “And the buttons on her clothes are huge too.”

Is this some kind of lame joke?

Yukino Riho couldn't get a reply and could only stare at him blankly.

The two looked at each other awkwardly.

The atmosphere was rather awkward.

However, it was precisely this close contact that gave Fujiwara Rinya the opportunity to see her face clearly.

Her face was delicate and elegant, with a small, beautiful chin and a very refined nose, giving her a serene and graceful air. Her dark eyes were even more captivating; upon closer inspection, one could see faint blue patterns in the whites of her eyes, making them exceptionally alluring.

And those small, charming cherry lips, moist and slightly glossy, as fresh and plump as red grapes still covered in dew in a vineyard in the early morning.

Fujiwara Izaya swallowed hard.