I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Are you sure?" Fujiwara Izaya repeated his words.

"Well, I know a little bit about it."

"Because the accumulated sand was blown away?"

Director Takeuchi nodded: "That's right."

"It feels like you're talking about historical events," Fujiwara Izaya said with a relaxed smile.

“In a sense,” Director Takeuchi laughed as well, “we are talking about history.”

The cigarette between his fingers was still smoking as he continued, “Even if memories are sealed away, history cannot be changed. The existence of Asakusa Shrine is too unusual. People can pretend they don’t see the current situation, but rebuilding it to its former scale would give people an ominous feeling, like ‘Oh no, the disaster of that year is about to repeat itself.’ Some people will get restless, and then you will come into the sight of important people more frequently, become a hot topic of their discussion, and thus encounter more obstacles and suppression.”

At this point, Director Takeuchi interlaced his fingers on the table and sighed softly, "Now that things have come to this, let me be clear. It's not that I'm intentionally trying to stop you, but once you take that first step, you can no longer maintain this life of being a nobody. If you're a smart person, then what I'm saying shouldn't be hard to understand, right?"

After he finished speaking, silence descended.

A heavy, dense silence fell as the cigarette burned to ashes between Chief Takeuchi's fingers, the ashes falling piece by piece onto the table.

After thinking for a long time, Fujiwara Izaya slightly turned the corners of his mouth, which could be interpreted as a smile.

"I'll send over the design drawings when I come during the Golden Week holiday." After saying this, he took a long breath, stretched, as if to say that he had said everything he needed to say.

The air was heavy at midday, and the intense light particles in the room were stirred up by the airflow generated when the boy turned and left, floating like dust particles.

"This is difficult..."

Chief Inspector Takeuchi remained seated, his posture unchanged, staring directly at the back of Fujiwara Izaya as he walked down the doorway. His eyes were expressionless, as if he were gazing at a brand-new stone slab that had not yet been carved with anything.

"Are you in a hurry?" the director asked.

“That’s right.” Fujiwara Rin didn’t turn around.

"Shall we chat a little longer?"

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry to buy a burial plot.” Fujiwara Izaya waved his hand with his back to him. “See you in May, Director.”

cemetery?

Director Takeuchi looked astonished.

It wasn't until Fujiwara Izaya disappeared through the door that he processed the word, and couldn't help but wonder, "Wasn't that a bit too ruthless? There was no need to act like a lone hero. If you can't win, you can just run away..."

"Dong Dong~"

There was a knock at the door, and the young woman who was guarding the door opened it.

"Da, da, da..."

The rhythmic, crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor echoed lingeringly in the room.

Director Takeuchi looked up and out.

A woman in a black business suit walked towards us. She had a fair and delicate round face, long black hair combed back, slender eyebrows and eyes, a delicate nose, moist and glossy red lips, and deep and sharp eyes.

She had a slender waist and a full, rounded chest; she wore a black short skirt, black stockings, and black stiletto heels.

Both her appearance and clothing exude a strong, sexy charm unique to mature women.

"Who are you?" Director Takeuchi frowned slightly.

He didn't recall ever knowing such a beautiful woman, and he didn't have an appointment for today.

"Hello, Director Takeuchi~"

Kawashima Miki smiled knowingly, sat down opposite him, and crossed her shapely, long legs.

A rich fragrance wafted over, and Chief Inspector Takeuchi took a deep sniff, feeling quite intoxicated.

“I was introduced by Governor Mizutani,” Kawashima Miki said with a smile and a voice as gentle as the evening breeze across the bay. “I want to acquire a piece of land from Asakusa Shrine to develop commercial facilities. Governor Mizutani said that you are in charge of this matter, so I have taken the liberty of coming to bother you. I hope you will not take offense, Director.”

"No, no..." Director Takeuchi quickly shook his head, feeling his cheeks and head burning, and stammered, "It's just that religious land has strict usage restrictions and cannot be used for commercial development..."

“Of course I know that, which is why I hope Director Kawashima can give me some pointers.” Kawashima Miki said, casually turning her chair, putting down her left leg, and then putting her right leg back up.

The air currents created by her movements carried the scent of roses.

Director Takeuchi noticed her movements out of the corner of his eye, and the air in his chest suddenly felt heavy.

Attraction...

He thought of the word "attraction".

"Director, you have excellent taste." Kawashima Miki glanced around the office casually, then pointed to the stainless steel desk lamp on the table. "I really like this. It seems you and I share the same taste."

"Thank you, thank you," Director Takeuchi nodded hurriedly, "It's exactly what you wanted, I'm very happy."

"Yes, it suits my taste perfectly." Kawashima Miki stared at his face, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Her lips slowly parted like flower petals, and her eyes revealed adorable dimples that sparkled in them. With an admiring expression, she asked, "If possible, please allow me to come here often, Director."

“Okay, okay, no problem…” Director Takeuchi nodded and said in a dry voice, “As for your question, it’s not unsolvable. Shintoism has strict rules that prohibit any clergy member from using divine power against ordinary people. Anyone who violates these rules will be expelled…”

"Thank you, Director."

Kawashima Miki responded with a smile.

What a charming and captivating smiling face! I wish I could keep her here forever.

After she left the office, Director Takeuchi took a few breaths, leaned back in his chair as if exhausted, and looked out at the blue sky.

Not being able to become a priest might not be such a bad thing for you. Oh right, when is this woman coming next time? I need to dress up properly... Imagining the scene of their second meeting, Chief Takeuchi raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

A jet flew high above the window, leaving a long trail of contrails that divided the sky in two.

Chapter 55. Fishing... no, blasting fish!

After leaving the Yin-Yang Bureau, Fujiwara Izaya strolled to the nearby Kii-Kuniya Bookstore.

The store had a high ceiling, and he wandered among the rows of bookshelves before finally picking up two books about the Spanish Civil War and paying at the counter.

The cashier was a shrewd and capable woman, though she wasn't exactly a beauty. However, she had a graceful figure and elegant gold-rimmed glasses that made her quite likable.

“Very few people would buy a book about the Spanish Civil War,” she said, lifting her chin.

“Perhaps we can find some inspiration from this,” Fujiwara Izaya replied, enunciating each word clearly.

“The last group of people who were inspired have already fallen like the republican government in the book.” She shook her head with a sigh, skillfully scanned the price code on the book, and after paying, she thoughtfully gave Fujiwara a beautifully printed paper bag.

Those who fell refer to the group that launched the Japanese Red Movement in the 70s.

Fujiwara Rin didn't discuss it further. Just as he turned around with the book in hand, his phone rang.

I glanced at the screen; it was an unfamiliar number. After thinking for a moment, I answered.

"Hey, hey~"

"Senpai, how about going to Disneyland with Asuka?!"

"I want to study," Fujiwara Izaya refused outright.

"Studying is fine from Monday to Friday, and of course, the weekend is for relaxing!"

"Asuka-san, I'm different from you."

"Of course they're different, you're a man and she's a woman~"

“I mean, I was born in a very remote town,” Fujiwara Izaya said as he walked toward the bustling streets of Koshu, brushing past many people. “There were no dental clinics, no coffee shops, no trams; you had to walk more than ten kilometers of mountain roads to pick up your mail, you could only get a haircut by someone you knew, and the radio was out of service for twenty-three hours a day.”

"There are places like this?"

Kasahara Asuka's voice sounded surprised.

“Of course, there’s a lot you don’t know,” Fujiwara Rinya stopped at a traffic light. “Compared to you, who has never had to worry about food or clothing since childhood, I have to work very hard just to survive in Tokyo, so please don’t…”

Kasahara Asuka bluntly remarked, "You can marry into the family, senpai."

"..."

"Haha, I won't tease you anymore, senior."

"Asuka's so bored, come keep her company~~"

On the other end of the line, besides the junior's sweet voice, there was also a faint "puffing" sound.

Fujiwara Izaya imagined her bare legs slapping the sofa up and down, and his attitude softened.

As the traffic light turned green, he said while crossing the street, "I'm planning to go fishing with Ikeda this afternoon. You can come over if you're bored."

"fishing?"

"I can't believe my senior is such a boring person. I'm so disappointed in Asuka!"

Kasahara Asuka made a comment and hung up the phone.

"..."

Pooh!

You stinking woman!

Fishing is much more fun than spending time with you!

Fujiwara Rinya saved her number in his phone's navigation, then walked through Sendagaya to Jingu Stadium, passed the Nezu Museum, and finally arrived at a fishing tackle shop on Aoyama Street.

My phone rang again.

This time it was Rinko Hoshimi who called.

Hello, senior.

"Come to my house this afternoon and help me make some matcha cakes."

I have something to do this afternoon.

"Oh."

The senior student gave a nonchalant reply and then promptly hung up the phone.

"..."

As Fujiwara Izaya stared at the screen, he couldn't help but wonder: why were these two high school girls he knew hanging up the phone in such a hurry?

Forget it.

It's more fun playing with boys.