Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Through effective management, the underground idol, who was previously unknown to the public, quickly rose to fame, gradually approaching the popularity she once enjoyed during her lifetime.

Although this work is arduous, the birds find it sweet and enjoyable.

Sometimes people don't hate hardship and toil, but rather the pain and exhaustion of not seeing a future.

Every time Feiniao completes a task or announcement, he feels as if a popularity bar in the upper right corner of his face is rising.

Progress brings motivation, and with motivation, Asuka feels an endless source of energy, and even during performances, her radiance shines even brighter.

In your opinion, they might just be a die-hard fan of good looks, and there's nothing strange about it.

"Big Sister Asuka, are you tired from resting? It's time to move on to the autograph session."

Unfortunately, it was such a pity. Our senior brother proved with the facts that although the other party was rare, it was a treasure surrounded by evil dragons.

My companion, Nibal, was furious and pulled me quickly toward the stadium exit.

However, the question wasn't about whether I was tired, but rather whether I had any other unusual feelings.

Danny still seemed oblivious to the minor nature of the problem, and did not feel at all that his actions were appropriate.

Fortunately, nothing strange seemed to have happened, and we should be thankful that we were stopped by the staff at the beginning.

Therefore, Zhizheng's autograph sessions maintained a dangerously close distance from his fans.

"Please restrain yourself, that fan."

"Something's wrong, Sister Shazi. You're practically a deity yourself, with such wisdom."

After all, being a public figure is a troublesome thing; if you do something bad, no one will curse you or do anything to stop you.

"If there's a problem, it's bad."

Oh, it turns out he's just a blond, blue-eyed friend from the Philippines.

“Nibal is too audacious. How can he resist approaching such a vivid, real object right behind him?”

Thanks to the promise made with the Jingu, you now rightfully stand on various stages and in front of fans.

"After all, to be able to get so close to the gods and behold their divine light is the luckiest of luck. Those audience members must know that the one singing for them is a real god. I should be so happy I could have a stroke, right?"

"The previous fan, please step down."

According to Hiromi Tanaka, birds are the most suitable subjects of study, being deities born naturally in modern society and connected with the human soul.

It was a strange thing that happened unexpectedly, except that I was keeping a close eye on the birds the whole time.

It would have been terrible if we had discovered it sooner, after being taken away by the dragon.

"What a strange fan," Asuka shook her head, not taking it to heart.

Comments about your appearance and identity will also dissipate physically online, and even without the guidance of the internet, people who don't question you will simply believe it.

It's my memory that's faulty.

"Calm down, calm down, Nibal, calm down. You were just pretending to be a special fan. You didn't do anything outrageous, so how could you die?"

"Sorry, sorry."

Nibal tried to control his voice, but his rapidly beating heart betrayed his intense emotions.

The voice of my assistant came from inside the door, and Asuka responded and stood up.

If you want to get your hands on it, you must be prepared to be swallowed by the dragon.

As the staff member spoke, a glimmer of gold suddenly appeared behind Asuka's lowered eyes.

Backstage after the performance, Asuka's personal assistant asked her in a friendly manner.

Asuka's personal assistant is not one of them.

He stared intently at Asuka from the moment it ended, his gaze even more intense than the most fervent fans. His first instinct was to rush down, but he was stopped by the staff next to him.

In a corner of the venue, the woman being dragged away was being bombarded by her own companions.

Despite the great danger, the birds were not used to such meticulous care.

Despite his broken Japanese and apologizing, Asuka's strange, cold gaze made her feel uneasy.

"Miss Asuka, how were you feeling just now? Did you experience anything strange?"

In particular, that kind of event also includes handshakes and photos, but that's too formal.

Even before I received the signed CD, I pretended not to care at all and casually stuffed it into my pocket, continuing to stare intently at Asuka, until I was pulled away by another companion who was also from Japan.

The autograph session was quite interesting. It wasn't about dealing with overly enthusiastic fans, maintaining a smile, and then casually signing your name.

It was as if I'd seen a similar look in his eyes somewhere before.

Even if you're a cold-hearted idol whose career is as fleeting as a bird, it's hard to muster much passion for that particular aspect.

A god with impeccable fashion sense suddenly sneezed at this moment.

After all, you might hope to offend someone because of a bird, and then cause some trouble.

From any perspective, it is an extremely rare research subject.

After all, Asuka had been targeted before, so this time, for security, Hanayama Haru directly hired experienced and skilled Onmyoji.

However, even if you're not exposed, rushing right in front of someone really feels like courting death.

"Oh my god, has Danny gone mad?! He just rushed down there! Did he really want to die right there?"

We conducted a thorough investigation and found that our so-called senior brother didn't die from a thunderstorm in the Pacific Ocean because he made a move on that idol.

No one in the country was surprised; what was odd was the other party's attitude.

When Nibal realized that Danny had consciously slipped into the crowd of people queuing for autographs, he was nearly scared to death.

"Special? He knew that when he rushed down, you almost thought you were going to see the Virgin Mary today!"

Asuka's assistant, Saeko, is an older Onmyoji who is occasionally cautious and meticulous in her work. She is also very attentive to Asuka.

We found information about birds while sorting through the materials left behind by our senior.

Although I have serious doubts, I will still speculate that the supreme deity of that country is able to easily monitor the movements of the entire nation.

As for us, perhaps it's because we also rely on the birth of gods, or perhaps we haven't attracted their attention, so we haven't been exposed.

He walked out from the front desk, and before the concert, it was the usual autograph session.

Chapter 290 Tsukuyomi

Jingu's idol production career is also progressing rapidly.

On one hand, there's Moritaka Asuka from the traditional idol industry, and on the other hand, there's Kaguya, who's venturing into the new era of virtual idols and going further and further down the path of abstract and outrageous behavior.

With two such fierce generals, how can we not succeed? How can we not be afraid of the Han Dynasty... cough cough, I've gone off-topic.

In short, nurturing girls to shine in some way always brings unexpected joy.

For example, Kaguya, who is the real Kaguya-hime, is considered by netizens to be just a character based on the legendary Kaguya-hime.

Watching Kaguya occasionally break down due to attacks from silly netizens, and constantly emphasizing that she is Kaguya but being taken for a role by netizens.

Jingu laughed out loud, and even arranged some very entertaining activities for Kaguya.

For example, when playing a two-player co-op game with Chiyo, the two of them would get heated up and end up fighting in front of the live stream.

The shouts of "Kaguya" and "Dead Turkey" were all from genuine feelings, but the audience took them as acting, which was really funny.

However, Kaguya probably learned a lot from her virtual idol activities.

"Do they look alike?" Jingu smiled with satisfaction. "It would be bad if they looked alike, it would be bad if they looked alike."

Having keenly noticed the change in the shrine's expression, Narukami pondered for a moment and immediately understood, then changed the subject.

Leaning back in the recliner, Jingu squinted and began to sway.

As for the other matters that Narukami mentioned, the shrine maiden completely ignored them.

Instead of answering Narukami's question, the shrine maiden asked about Tsukuyomi instead.

It was because I went to the shrine that I wanted to hear that.

"Beneath your appearance lies a rather cold-hearted yet open-minded person, just as you seem. It's just that you now know what kind of person you are."

That's true, subconsciously, because the other person is the Eighth Prince, you forgot that you are both men.

Seeing that Jingu didn't seem to be planning to close his eyes and take a nap, Narukami didn't say anything more.

Although he knew that it was the seventh creation based on the legend of Princess Kaguya, the man still subconsciously clicked "reverse".

"So awkward."

A loving mother and a filial son—this is how it is in this place.

Jingu noticed Narukami's expression and gestured for him to speak frankly, indicating that he had no particular thoughts.

Meanwhile, inside the house, Kaguya was still battling wits with the incredible viewers in the live stream.

For example, she's become even better at swearing; now Chiyo can't out-swear at her anymore.

"Has he ever met Tsukuyomi?"

How did it turn out like that?

He tried his best to recall events from a distant past, when Narukami was still conquering the Seven Islands as a war god.

Now, the shrine has directly allowed Kaguya to start a live stream. Although she's disguised as a fictional character, it's basically fooling those who are quite fond of Kaguya.

Perhaps, knowing this will only make you more distressed, after all, I once told the shrine that I could definitely pin Tsukuyomi under the bed, and Kaguya would be willing to serve the shrine.

However, regarding Jingu's encouragement for Kaguya to do a live stream, Narukami seemed to have something to say, but hesitated to speak.

"Regarding Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, you actually know very little. You only know that you and Amaterasu-no-Mikoto often appeared together at the end, and for a period of time, the two of you were like sisters, unlike that false relationship with the small country's lord god."

It is the same.

[Beep—damn it—, streamer beep—!]

A hand slowly swipes across the various screens on the computer page, each swipe accompanied by a warm comment.

Before that, the conflict was fully ignited before Tsukuyomi killed the Food God Xiaoyi in a fit of rage.

He grumbled a complaint, but his hand continued clicking slowly. So slowly, something caught his attention.