I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The car headed straight for Kamakura, and the rain kept pouring down.

For a long time, the only sound in the car was music. To break the monotony, Fujiwara Izaya gripped the steering wheel with one hand and beckoned to Kasahara Fukari with the other.

Kasahara Fukae moved a little closer to him, making a gesture as if she were listening intently.

“I think you’re a little unbalanced,” he said.

"why?"

"You appear so aloof and thoughtful on the surface, and you're very strong-willed. But sometimes, you seem quite vulnerable; it's this imbalance that's the problem."

"This is the first time someone has told me I'm unbalanced."

“For example, what we’re doing now,” Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile, “a rainy night, eloping, escaping Tokyo—can that be called balance?”

Kasahara Fukarei shrank back into the passenger seat, her slender fingers tracing lines on the car window: "Please remove the words 'elope'."

The rain lessened a bit. After passing through several tunnels, the Kamakura sign appeared ahead. Fujiwara Izaya drove off the highway. There were few people and cars on the road, only vending machines getting wet in the rain.

Nothing memorable happened that night.

In the end, the two of them just went to a McDonald's and ate a cheeseburger and fries together. Kasahara Fukari ate a whole bucket of fried chicken and drank three large cups of iced cola by herself.

Since both of them were still wearing formal kimonos, their appearance in the fast food restaurant was quite eye-catching.

Kasahara Fukaeri herself is a great beauty; her elegant posture, the way she chews her food, every gesture is graceful. Many people were turning their heads, wondering if a movie was being filmed, trying to find the camera.

After finishing their meal, they didn't stay in Kamakura but instead rushed back to Tokyo overnight.

The rain had stopped, and Kasahara Fukaeri had been sleeping in her chair the whole way. Starlight shimmered outside the car window, the edges of the glittering light appearing as if they were damp with water.

※※※※※

The day after the Yin-Yang Bureau meeting ended, it was July, and the Kanto region officially announced the end of the plum rain season.

Kitagawa Private Academy is entering its final exam week. Club activities will be suspended this week, and classes such as physical education, home economics, and music will also be suspended for a week to give students ample time to prepare for the exams.

On Monday, Fujiwara Izaya received the prize money from the Literature Club's essay contest.

1 million yen.

We can add an extra pork chop to lunch.

On Tuesday afternoon, while taking a nap, Fujiwara Rinya was drinking cola in front of a vending machine when he noticed a chubby orange cat sunbathing on a bench.

He walked over and grabbed the "sardine" by the scruff of its neck.

"Golden Flash, I heard your place got demolished recently, didn't it?"

"Meow!"

"You're still yelling at me?"

"Meow meow!"

Fujiwara Izaya pinned it to the ground and stroked it from head to tail.

Strangely enough, despite inheriting the legacy of the Mountain God, he should have been loved and adored by all living beings, yet this fat cat seemed indifferent to him. Completely baffled, he once discussed this issue with his senior.

The senior student's answer was: Cats and dogs are natural enemies.

What does she mean?

The Mountain God is a celestial dog, but a celestial dog is not a dog!

After petting the cat, on my way back to the classroom, I ran into Asuka Kasahara, who was walking back to the classroom with Masami Koike.

"Asuka~" Fujiwara Izaya greeted her.

"Humph!"

The female student didn't even glance at him.

She tucked her hands into the sleeves of the cardigan she had to wear because the classroom was too cold, and wiggled her little bottom as she ran past him.

"Yes, I'm sorry, she's angry." Masami Koike explained apologetically to Izaya Fujiwara, "Asuka said she doesn't want to say a word to you until she's calmed down."

“Understood.” Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward and handed her the English cheat sheet and review materials he had prepared beforehand. “Please pass these on to Asuka. Don’t let English hold her back anymore.”

"Thank you, Fujiwara-kun."

Masami Koike smiled warmly.

Back in Class 2-D, Fujiwara Izaya noticed that even the usually lazy Ikeda Seiji was engrossed in studying. But he wasn't the only one who had become diligent; there were guys like him everywhere striving for second place.

The person who gets first place will immediately take a nap on their desk.

Every day was the same as always, nothing special happened. I went to the gym to do my usual exercises, then went to the library and read Soseki's complete works in my usual seat. In the evening, I went home and had dinner prepared by Ms. Yukino. Most of the food was fish; last night it was salmon, and I asked for an extra bowl of rice.

I drank the sauce and ate the salad.

What kind of fish was it the night before... um... I can't remember.

Chapter 118. Summer, playground, the different personalities of the senior and junior students.

The final exams ended in the sweltering heat.

After a week, summer vacation will begin, and the day that Fujiwara Izaya has been eagerly anticipating—applying sunscreen to his two wives—is drawing ever closer.

"The weather forecast this morning said the high temperature would be 34°C."

"It's summer..."

"Tokyo is so hot!"

When will it rain?

"Ugh, I wish winter would come quickly—"

"Stop fast-forwarding, think about how you're going to survive the next PE class..."

During self-study, Fujiwara Izaya overheard the conversation between the two girls next to him when the mechanical pencil in his hand snapped with a "snap".

“Eh, Fujiwara…” Ikeda Seiji turned to look at him.

As Fujiwara Izaya changed his pen refill, he asked, "What is it?"

"Will we have a swimming lesson in PE class later?" Ikeda Seiji asked expectantly.

"How would I know? I'm not the sports committee member..." Fujiwara Izaya glanced at the sports committee member in the back row and gestured to Ikeda Seiji to ask him himself.

"Football class!" the sports committee member shouted when he heard their conversation.

"what--"

A chorus of wails erupted from the classroom.

"No, please..."

"The sun is so strong, I'll get a tan!"

"Damn football, I hate football, it prevents me from seeing girls in swimsuits—" Some boy said this, and the girls in the class responded with a chorus of disgusted snorts.

"Everyone, stop fooling around," the sports committee member clapped his hands. "The boys will select twenty-two to form a competition team, and the rest of you can cheer for the girls."

"Great!"

The girls in the class cheered.

The boys, meanwhile, glared at Fujiwara Izaya with hostility: "Let's duel, Fujiwara-kun!"

"?"

Fujiwara Rin had no idea when he had offended so many people.

“You and Kasahara are dating!” a boy said.

Another boy added, "You and Hoshimi are having an ambiguous relationship!"

"What a scumbag who plays with girls' feelings!" Seiji Ikeda joined the ranks of criticizing scumbags, echoing public opinion. "Did you know that my friend Ikeda told me that Asuka's two pairs of stockings weren't actually stolen, but that she gave them to that scumbag Fujiwara!"

"?"

Fujiwara Izaya stared at the little monk in astonishment.

"what!"

"I'm so envious—"

"Those are my junior's stockings, Fujiwara must smell them every night before bed—"

The boys around him had expressions that were twisted with jealousy.

These perverts are hopeless... Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself that he was probably the only normal man in Kitagawa Academy. Although he would smell his junior's stockings, it was only to remember the scent, and it was definitely not because he had a fetish for smelling stockings!

“Let’s kill that scumbag!” classmate A suggested.

Student B agreed: "We absolutely cannot let such scum tarnish the image of our school's students!"

"Fujiwara, you bastard..." Ikeda Seiji gritted his teeth and was about to pounce on him, "I've made him take the blame for so long, it's time he pays the price, everyone, attack!"

In an instant, Fujiwara Izaya was surrounded by people.

With men on either side, and men on top of men, the atmosphere was tense and intense, making one feel just how hot Tokyo was.

"Quiet down, everyone!"

In the midst of her anxiety, her gentle and sweet voice was like a gentle rain from heaven.

Everyone glanced towards the door, where their young and beautiful homeroom teacher, dressed in a tight skirt and black stockings, was standing.

"What kind of mess is this during self-study!" Haruka Chika walked up to the podium in her high heels, giving Izaya Fujiwara a dignified yet authoritative look. After the students had obediently returned to their seats, she continued, "And you, study properly and don't cause any scandals!"

"teacher……"

Fujiwara Izaya felt very innocent.

Honestly, forget about Asuka; he hasn't even held her hand yet. Where did these people get all this gossip?

Looking at his obedient expression, Haruka Chika felt a pang of pity and immediately softened her voice to comfort him, "It's not that I'm blaming you, it's just that with so many people discussing it, it's inevitable that it will affect your mindset."

The teacher was very fond of this gifted student from the countryside. It would break the teacher's heart if rumors or gossip affected his grades.

After all, he was an orphan. He had no other way to change his fate except to study hard, get into a good university, and improve his life.

Thinking of this, Haruka cleared her throat and said to the students in her class, "How about this, let's leave the boys' matters to the battlefield. In the soccer match during PE class later, if Fujiwara wins, you're not allowed to talk about it behind his back, understand?"