I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Alright then, for the next year, you'll copy down all the rules and regulations of the Onmyoji Bureau every day!"

With just a casual remark, Mrs. Kasahara turned the matter aside.

This kind of mild punishment isn't just showing favoritism, it's spoiling people... Everyone felt it was wrong, but they could only accept it willingly.

"Let me explain to the board members the two accusations I just made against you," Mrs. Kasahara said, before sitting back down.

The other three chairpersons then took their seats.

“It’s very simple, there’s nothing to complain about.” Fujiwara Izaya said calmly, “The demonic aura at the construction site was of course emitted by my shikigami. Inspector Suzuki and Priest Ito were not there and did not see it with their own eyes, so they misunderstood. It’s not their fault.”

"Yes, very good." Mrs. Kasahara nodded slightly and said in a supporting role, "To have such a broad mind at such a young age is commendable."

Just spoil him as much as you want... Someone in the crowd swallowed enviously.

"As for the second misunderstanding," Fujiwara Izaya picked up the Shadow Blade in his hand, "the main reason I was able to take the Shadow Blade was because my kindness moved the Demon Blade Princess inside, and she abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, so she gave me a break."

The little imp, hiding in the knife and refusing to come out, gritted her teeth and cursed angrily: You bastard, you bastard, who was moved by you!

"Don't believe me? I'll have her come out and say hello to you." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled softly, bringing the blade to his lips, and said in a low voice, "Come out, or I'll shove this knife down the toilet tonight."

"..."

That Great Tengu is so monstrous!

A flash of red light appeared on the blade, and instantly a little girl appeared on the floor. She was eleven or twelve years old, with a round face and adorable baby fat, her hair as black as freshly ground ink. Her fingers were slender, her eyes sparkled, and her small lips looked as if they had just been made, soft and delicate.

Rebirth in the Great Era of Surfing Waves

However, as soon as she met everyone, she burst into tears, feeling wronged.

"Waaah... I've been coerced by a bad guy! He's such a powerful monster! He's forcing me to do bad things... He even threatened to shove me down the toilet... Waaah!"

The adorable little girl, with tears streaming down her face, looked pitiful.

And so, everyone imagined what had happened: she must have been coerced by bad people into doing evil against her will. In her darkest days, she suddenly met the righteous Fujiwara priest, and decided to abandon darkness and embrace justice.

Listen.

What a wonderful and romantic story.

It's just like the plot of "Onmyoji"!

“This Shadow Blade was in the hands of a monster organization, and they were the masterminds behind the more than two hundred vengeful spirits at the Kitahara family’s construction site.” Fujiwara Izaya looked at everyone and said calmly, “I found out about this, so I made a scene at their funeral during the day, and then at night, I sneaked into their lair alone and wiped them all out.”

"?"

Kasahara Fukaeri's heart skipped a beat.

She knew absolutely nothing about this, and her gaze toward Fujiwara Izaya instantly turned icy.

"..." Fujiwara Rin felt uneasy under her gaze and quickly turned away to avoid her eyes, keeping his voice calm, "Three demon generals, sixteen high-ranking ones, forty-eight mid-ranking ones, and two hundred and two low-ranking ones. Overnight, they were all brought to justice!"

"..."

For a long time, the only sound in the hall was the sound of breathing.

The young man had made a rather casual appearance at the beginning of the assembly, and many incidents occurred along the way, but he remained standing there nonchalantly, and no one noticed anything amiss. After nearly two hours, in this seemingly casual manner, he casually flipped his hand, and his immense strength and righteous demeanor transformed into a heavy mountain, crashing down directly onto the five or six thousand people in the hall!

Faced with this overwhelming achievement that made everyone else feel ashamed, only one person stubbornly raised their neck in defiance.

"Gentlemen, I have something to say!"

Takagi Jiji slowly stood up from his seat, his palms, which were covered in sweat, as he held the photograph.

Yes, now… He kept encouraging himself. Now was the moment when Fujiwara Izaya's reputation was at its peak. If he just stepped on it, that peak would be his…

Mrs. Kasahara smiled faintly: "Director Takagi, please speak."

"I have a photo here that I'd like to share with you all." With that, Takagi Kyoji left the table and presented the photo to Chairman Kasahara.

Mrs. Kasahara's expression turned somewhat strange after glancing at the photo.

She knew that Fujiwara Rin would send photos to Takagi Jūji, but she didn't expect him to send such a realistic one. The other three directors also leaned over to take a look, their expressions all showing the same strange look.

Takagi Miyaji breathed a long sigh of relief.

Having been observing from the sidelines, he increasingly felt that today's events were a setup targeting the Kansai faction. Before sending the photos, he hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind.

If it doesn't work, just say you found the photo...

Judging from the expressions of the chairpersons, they certainly didn't know about this either.

This means that the opportunity is right in front of us!

Takagi Jūji's confidence surged instantly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this photo is one I took after spending more than half a year secretly following Fujiwara Izaya, and going through countless hardships!" He stood on the high platform, looking down at the five or six thousand people, a smile he could hardly suppress on his lips. "Fujiwara Izaya, he is the Great Tengu!"

"Whoosh~"

The room erupted in noise.

Takagi Tsukasa turned around, looked at the four chairmen, and said confidently, "Please, chairmen, let all our colleagues see his true colors!"

Mrs. Kasahara made a hand gesture with her fair and delicate fingertips, projecting the photo into the sky above the main hall.

Before everyone's eyes appeared a magnificent tengu dressed in hunting robes and wooden clogs, with a pair of pure white wings. His captivating face bore a striking resemblance to Fujiwara no Izaya, almost identical; they were instantly recognizable as the same person. Especially striking were his identical eyes, silent and clear, like icicles on a winter morning, always gleaming with a cold, piercing light.

Takagi Miyaji looked down at the boy in the middle of the aisle: "What else do you have to say in your defense!"

"Uh..." Fujiwara Izaya scratched his head, looking slightly embarrassed, and asked, "Since you took this photo, did you also take a photo of me changing clothes? If so, could you please delete it?"

"?"

A question mark appeared above Takagi Miyaji's head.

“Fellow directors, please take out your phones,” Fujiwara Izaya couldn’t help but say with a laugh, “Open Google Image Search and scan this photo. That way, you can instantly have proof that I am a monster.”

"..."

And so, a somewhat absurd and childish scene unfolded.

Everyone who took out their phone to scan the image stared at the words "[2020 Shibuya Anime Carnival Best Cosplay Gold Award]" on the screen and fell into deep thought.

It turns out my senior is a cosplayer... Kasahara Asuka instantly felt like a navigator who had discovered a new continent, and couldn't wait to drag her senior to various anime conventions for an adventure.

"Ha ha……"

After the first laugh, the entire auditorium was quickly filled with mocking and jeering laughter.

Takagi Miyaji, standing on the high platform, had pale lips and trembling legs.

The photo was so realistic that he hid it carefully as soon as he got his hands on it, not even telling his wife. After confirming that the photo wasn't a composite, he was filled with ecstasy all night and had no interest in verifying its origin.

of course.

Even if he went to verify it, it wouldn't make a difference.

This photo is indeed real, and the Great Tengu in it is Fujiwara Izaya's true form. During his first year in Tokyo, he devised a plan to deal with the possibility of being photographed in his true form as a yokai. Since there was a possibility of being photographed, he simply decided to stroll around in public in his true form a few times, leaving behind similar photos that could not be used to attack him.

Is there a better place than a comic convention?

Gone.

“Director Takagi, this is very wrong.”

Amidst laughter and chatter, Fujiwara Izaya sighed, looking slightly pained, and said, "If you want to climb to a high position but don't work hard or take action, and instead focus on the weaknesses of others, you'll end up being despicable yourself—that's called jealousy. And to use any means necessary to achieve your goals, even fabricating evidence, you've broken the law, you know that!"

Takagi Miyaji's vision went black, and his body swayed involuntarily a few times.

"Distinguished chairpersons," Fujiwara Izaya looked at the high platform, his expression resolute, "please help me get justice!"

Without any hesitation, and even somewhat impatiently, Mrs. Kasahara's dignified eyes widened, and she said sternly, "Now, I ask all the board members to vote on whether or not to expel Hakusan Shrine!"

Takagi Miyaji's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

It’s over.

He knew it was all over.

The chairmen could tolerate the Inari Shrine, but when it came to the less powerful Hakusan Shrine, they wouldn't give it a moment to breathe.

As noon approached, the rain stopped sometime earlier.

Sunlight filtering through the clouds slanted into the palace gates, casting a golden glow that made the entire hall appear exceptionally solemn.

After the vote was completed, Mrs. Kasahara stood up, her authoritative voice resounding throughout the hall.

"1556 votes, in favor!"

"180 votes, abstentions!"

"108 votes, against!"

"This resolution has been passed. On behalf of all the chairpersons, I hereby announce that the resolution to expel Hakusan Shrine is passed—"

"Effective immediately, all members of Hakusan Shrine are required to complete their withdrawal procedures within 48 hours. All shrines under Hakusan Shrine in Tokyo, Chiba, Kanagawa, Saitama, Yamanashi, Nagano, Ibaraki, Miyagi, Iwate, Aomori, Shizuoka, Fukushima, Akita, Tochigi, Yamagata, and Gunma prefectures will be taken over by the respective prefectural land use offices. Anyone who resists will be handed over to the enforcement office!"

With this order issued, all of Hakusan Shrine's influence in the Kanto region will be eradicated, and the resources and markets they leave behind will be immediately devoured by local Kanto shrines. Even if they want to make a comeback in the future, they will have no room to survive.

"Leave me some benefits..." Fujiwara Izaya gazed longingly at Mrs. Kasahara on the high platform. This elegant and noble woman's expression was exceptionally cold as she issued her orders. Yet, her eyes were clear and bright, captivating and mesmerizing, as if stars were shining within them.

Forget it.

Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself, it's fine if they don't leave me any benefits.

Just let me keep clinging to your thigh.

At that moment, Mrs. Kasahara suddenly stepped down from the platform and took his hand.

As they slowly walked up the platform, the strange brother and sister, with their backs to the crowd, exchanged a sly glance and smiled mischievously.

Upon reaching the high platform, Mrs. Kasahara grasped his hand, turned to face the hall below, and looked at the representatives of shrines and temples throughout the Kanto region. She spoke slowly and clearly, gently yet forcefully: “If I were to ask who among us here possesses qualities most worthy of emulation, I would unhesitatingly answer ‘Fujiwara-kun’! He was framed, misunderstood, targeted, and wronged… the subtle yet profound wounds he endured were like needles, piercing the heart. Everyone encounters such things, but the key lies in whether, after being hurt, one can still maintain one's original intentions like Fujiwara-kun. On this solemn occasion, I would like to use Fujiwara-kun's example to offer you all a piece of advice, which I hope you will remember: One's passion must not be extinguished, even if that passion has been betrayed a thousand times—”

"Fujiwara-kun is wonderful!"

A deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, erupted in an instant.

Instead of stopping the crowd, Mrs. Kasahara used her divine power to make her voice clearly reach everyone's ears amidst the noise.

"Now, let's begin voting on the last resolution of this meeting."

"Initiated by Chairman Hoshimi and myself, and under the supervision of Chairman Tsuchimikado and Chairman Hirofumi, the vote will now begin on whether to approve the promotion of Fujiwara, the representative of Asakusa Shrine, to the position of acting chairman!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the enthusiastic atmosphere slowly subsided.

Each council member with voting rights took out a pen and paper and solemnly cast their vote.