I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"High school students are even better, they might still be virgins."

"Sorry, I'm working part-time. If you need a portrait, you can sit on this bench."

"Great!" The woman crossed her legs and sat down happily. "I love my artistic little brother the most!"

"I also like big sister the most." Fujiwara Izaya gave a polite, business-like smile, picked up his paintbrush, and started his second order.

Life must go on.

Don't let one setback make you feel negative.

On the other hand, since arriving in Tokyo, Fujiwara Izaya has received a lot of love letters and flirtations, including from wealthy and beautiful young women or fashionable urban ladies.

It seems wealthy women in Tokyo don't reject relationships with younger men, if they're willing to swallow their pride...

wrong!

He's already hooked up with a rich woman!

With my mind wandering to all sorts of random thoughts, the day quickly passed.

He painted portraits for seven customers, earning 3.5 yen, which was far less than what he earned from busking.

Before leaving, Fujiwara Izaya gave 500 yen to the girl next door who was playing the violin.

The female college student, who was singing "I'm a big idiot who longs for Tokyo to death" while playing the violin, stuck out her tongue at him and gave him a playful smile.

Fujiwara Izaya carried his easel on his back and hummed a song as he walked toward Shinjuku Station.

"Ah~ happy dragonfly, where are you flying to?"

"Ah~ the happy dragonfly is sticking out its tongue and laughing."

Back in Asakusa, it was already dusk. Fujiwara Rinya grabbed an E-rank quest on the Onmyo-ryo app for 4 yen.

What I dealt with was a little yellow book that had come to life in a used bookstore; I smashed it to death with a single punch, without lifting a finger.

You can easily get 4 yen.

With the 4 yen in hand, he immediately went into the neighborhood with the most handmade shoe shops in Asakusa, bought a complete set of tools and many expensive pieces of leather, as well as several books related to shoemaking. Carrying a large bag of things, he called Kawashima Miki and said he would arrive in half an hour.

Upon receiving the call, Miss Mei enthusiastically prepared a large table of dishes.

When Fujiwara Izaya arrived, he didn't even greet her. Instead, he took out his phone and started taking pictures of the hundreds of shoes in her shoe cabinet.

"Why are you taking those pictures!" Kawashima Miki lay on the table, her long hair covering most of her face, her eyes alluring: "Am I not as pretty as those shoes~"

Fujiwara Izaya turned his head to look over.

Kawashima Miki raised her smooth feet and stomped on his face from a distance.

"By the way, I met someone today who was a bit strange." Fujiwara Izaya turned around and continued patting his shoes. "A woman, around twenty-six or twenty-seven, quite good-looking, and she might have a Cleansing Pearl on her."

Kawashima Miki narrowed her originally charming eyes into slits and looked at him with a resentful expression.

After a while, she let out a soft "humph".

Fujiwara Izaya analyzed, "The fact that they deliberately appeared in front of me means they can monitor me. But the fact that they didn't make a move after revealing their identity means they are intentionally showing goodwill. In other words, the organization doesn't want to be my enemy, but at the same time, they are warning me not to continue to oppose them."

"It's not impossible." Kawashima Miki's delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"Do you think the shortage of Huang Songyu might be due to large-scale acquisitions by organizations?"

"I have no information on that."

"No matter what, it's always good to be a little more skeptical."

"I'll go to the Furukawa Hall to inquire about the news later."

"Has the organization taken no action against you?"

"No one has contacted me yet, and I can't reach them either..."

"It seems they've given up on Miss Mei."

"Dream on. They're not good people at all. They might be plotting something big for me."

“It’s alright, you are my shikigami.” Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at her, his smile bright. “If there is any danger, return to my body, and leave the rest to me.”

Looking into his affectionate eyes, Kawashima Miki felt a sweet warmth in her heart and obediently hummed in agreement. Then, as if in response to his protectiveness, she whispered, "Last month, the store made a profit of about 300 million yen. With the profits from May and some working capital, we now have about 1 billion yen in savings."

Fujiwara Izaya gave a thumbs up: "Rich women are awesome!"

"Hehe~" Kawashima Miki smiled smugly, her eyes glancing at the bag beside his feet, which had the words "shoe store" written on it. She asked curiously, "Did you buy me shoes?"

"Uh……"

"Let me try it on."

"It's not a finished product, just shoemaking tools."

"You're going to make shoes for me?" Kawashima Miki exclaimed excitedly, standing up abruptly.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya blinked, looking confused.

Kawashima Miki, who knew him somewhat, instantly turned cold.

One second the sun was shining brightly, the next dark clouds loomed over Fujiwara Izaya.

"You bastard! You spend my money, use my shoes for inspiration, and make shoes for other women..." Miss Mei rushed over and kicked him in the face. "If I don't beat you to death today, then... ah... ugh..."

The kicking foot was caught by Fujiwara Izaya.

Then she lost her balance and fell backward. Fujiwara Izaya quickly lunged forward, grabbed her, and kissed her red lips.

After struggling for a while with sobs, Kawashima Miki turned her face away, her cheeks flushed with a charming blush.

After catching her breath, she punched Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder hard: "Are you trying to suffocate me?! Tell me, who did you make these shoes for?"

"It's for Miss Yukino," Fujiwara Izaya replied honestly.

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki turned her face away.

The empress is unhappy and upset; she's the kind of person who can't be appeased.

“They took me in for so long, I should at least give them something in return…” Fujiwara Izaya pinched her little nose. “Miss Miki is cute and charming, but she’s always so jealous.”

I'll bite you to death!

Kawashima Miki bit his finger.

"I'm liking Miss Miki more and more..." Fujiwara Izaya let her bite him. "She's slender but has such a full bust, and her hips are the best I've ever seen, plus those long legs... When you wear the shrine maiden outfit, will you give it to me?"

Kawashima Miki's expression froze for a moment, and the force of her teeth snapping together instantly dissipated.

Under the bright lights, her oval face, framed by messy bangs, was flushed a deep red, like a vibrant rose blooming in autumn.

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7 month 13 day.

clear.

The weather was great, with sparse white clouds and a clear blue sky free of smog.

Fujiwara Izaya gazed at the sparrows perched on the telephone pole outside the window and began to reflect on his behavior yesterday.

It's really inappropriate for someone to be so diligent during the holidays.

No.

Students should act like students.

Starting today, I'm going to give up!

I opened my diary and wrote down yesterday's entries.

July 12, 2020: Very enjoyable. I've decided: I should love, I should work! So I went to Shinjuku Station and drew all day.

Close the notebook.

I lay down on the bed and took out my Nintendo Switch to play games.

The cicadas started chirping sometime earlier and haven't stopped.

July 13th: So tired. I don't want to love anymore, and I don't want to do anything, so I'm just going to laze around all day.

[July 14th: I'm thinking that in the future I must live a despicable and shameless life; that's my ideal. So today I'm still living a righteous life: doing nothing, sleeping late, and feeling no guilt whatsoever.]

[July 15: Animal Crossing is fun.]

[July 16th: Fujiwara-kun, what are you doing?! Even students need to do their summer homework during the holidays! How can you be so lazy?! Have you forgotten your study plan? As Confucius said: I examine myself three times a day. You can't continue like this tomorrow!]

[July 17: Animal Crossing is so much fun!]

July 18th: I didn't want to do anything, just lazed around in bed. But somewhere in my mind, I was still thinking about my unfinished summer homework, feeling incredibly anxious, yet I wouldn't pick up a pen to do it. I'm both indulging myself and pushing myself. To relieve my anxiety, I tossed and turned in bed several times.

[July 19th: It seems like we're going to training camp the day after tomorrow! I feel pretty good about myself and am full of hope for the future. The weather is fantastic, and I've barely touched my homework.]

[July 20th: My summer research paper is finally finished. It was cobbled together from various sources, and I'm a bit ashamed of myself, but at least I've completed one assignment. I still have seven subjects left, including Chinese, Math, and English. Keep going!]

[July 21: Forget about homework! Beach, ocean, and two bikini-clad ladies, here I come!]

Fujiwara Izaya selected thin clothes that were easy to wash and dry and didn't take up much space, folded them into a small ball, and stuffed them into his backpack. In addition to the clothes, he also packed the following items: basic toiletries, a notebook and ballpoint pen, and earphones.

No need to bring anything else, both ladies have bought new ones.

I'm going out.

"Okay, come back soon."

Yukino Riho watched the boy leave and sighed softly.

When he comes back, it will be time to move out... I'm a little reluctant to leave.

Outside the shop, sunlight shimmered on the surface of the Sumida River, and several large, jet-black crows perched on the green trees, guarding the small bakery like sentinels.

※※※※※

A gentle summer breeze was blowing, and the sunlight was a little dazzling.

On the silt of the Sumida River embankment, daffodils were in full bloom. As Fujiwara Izaya gazed at the delicate white petals of the flowers, he suddenly thought of Hoshimi Rinko.

The senior's noble and elegant temperament complements the daffodils perfectly.