I have an unlimited number of shikigami

As if in response to his words, the female lecturer on the screen stood up from her seat, swinging her long legs in black stockings: "Spaniards are characterized by their warmth, generosity, and approachability; they love to talk and chat. But when most people greet each other with 'Qué tal?' or 'Cómo estás?', they don't expect a complete answer. For example, this sentence..."

Hoshimi Rinko knocked on the sliding door: "How's it going?"

"Spanish is so beautiful!" Fujiwara Ryūya stared at the female lecturer's black stockings.

"Ok?"

"Oh, I meant the lecturer is very funny."

As she finished speaking, the female lecturer continued reading the example: "Ahua. No te duches solo. (To conserve water, don't shower alone.)"

Fujiwara Izaya repeated it once, then looked at Hoshimi Rinko and said, "Shall we conserve water together tonight?"

Hoshimi Rinko rolled her eyes at him.

"It'll be over soon, wait for me a moment." Fujiwara Izaya looked back at the screen.

After the Spanish lecture, he tossed the tablet aside and opened the paper sliding door on Mrs. Kasahara's side.

The room was cool and comfortable with the air conditioning on. The Kasahara mother and daughter huddled together on the same tatami mat, covering themselves with a quilt, with only their eyes showing.

Hearing the noise, both pairs of bright eyes looked at Fujiwara Izaya and winked at him mischievously.

Is she trying to look cute?

but……

Forget Asuka, has Madam also become young again?

Fujiwara Izaya knocked on the door: "Get up and start training! You two beautiful girls, don't slack off!"

"Huh?"

"No! No!"

"That's right, I was so tired after driving all day yesterday, let him sleep today!"

The beautiful mother and daughter were rolling around wrapped in blankets on the sun-drenched tatami mat, looking like they were being affectionate.

“I said, Kasahara-neechan…” Fujiwara Rin looked at Mrs. Kasahara, who seemed to have become twenty years younger, with a sense of exhaustion. “You don’t need to go through training, so why are you yelling?”

"Oh right, I don't need to do any training camps." Mrs. Kasahara patted her forehead as if she had just remembered. Then, she suddenly threw off the covers and kicked her daughter out of bed. "Don't disturb your mother's beauty sleep."

"mom!"

Kasahara Asuka pouted her small lips and rubbed her messy orange hair.

In the small dining room in front of the room, Mrs. Hoshimi was eating breakfast while talking to her daughter.

"There are mountain parks and hot spring inns nearby, and Minami-Izumi Town holds two small markets every month. There's also a fireworks festival at sea at the end of this month. You should seize the opportunity and not let Asuka outshine you..."

"Hoshimi-neechan!"

Mrs. Hoshimi slightly twisted her delicate neck as she watched the handsome young man walk over with a headache on his face.

"We're here for intensive training..."

"Is there a difference between training camp and dating?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked innocently.

She was wearing white cotton pajamas, her delicate collarbone peeking out from the collar, looking incredibly alluring early in the morning.

Fujiwara Izaya glared at her, then clapped his hands: "Alright, from now on, Hoshimi Miko officially joins the two girls' training camp. She must complete all the training plans I set out on a double scale, or she won't be allowed to eat dinner tonight!"

"Huh?" Mrs. Hoshimi pointed at herself innocently.

"Ha ha……"

A burst of gloating laughter came from Mrs. Kasahara's room.

Mrs. Hoshimi glared angrily at the wicked woman, then looked pitifully at Fujiwara Izaya: "Fujiwara-kun, since I'm going to cook for you, you don't have to participate in training, right... okay?"

"I'll cook!" Mrs. Kasahara said without hesitation.

“You have no choice!” Fujiwara Izaya said fiercely to Mrs. Hoshimi.

Mrs. Hoshimi wrapped her arm around her daughter's slender shoulders, her little face pleading, "Fujiwara-kun is so mean! Rinko, save Mommy!"

"Ugh……"

Hoshimi Rinko lowered her head and let out the most desperate sigh of her eighteen years of life.

"Ah~" Kasahara Asuka yawned as she came out of the bathroom.

At 8:30 in the morning, the sun cast its fresh rays upon the world. A group of people sat at a table by the window, enjoying breakfast while gazing at the shimmering sea. They ate toast and eggs, cucumber salad, and drank milk.

After breakfast, the three women changed into white and red shrine maiden outfits and entered the dojo.

This is a vast indoor training ground, roughly half the size of a standard football field, with a very simple and somewhat monotonous overall decor. However, the presence of glass cases displaying religious artifacts as decorations throughout the walls gives the training ground a museum-like feel. The glass cases display items such as taiko drums and bells, embroidered robes, and exquisitely crafted Japanese swords with sheaths.

The glass cabinets used for storage were spotless, the oak floors were immaculate, and the ornamental plants were meticulously maintained.

"Are these magical artifacts all real?" Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously.

“Of course, this is part of the Hoshimi family’s collection.” Mrs. Hoshimi laughed at him as if he were a child who had never seen the world. “If these ornaments were sold on the market, their total value would be no less than 1.5 billion yen.”

"No wonder it's so well maintained." Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself that he would ask for a few items as souvenirs when he went back.

Mrs. Hoshimi raised an eyebrow smugly: "Even the work of guarding and cleaning is done by the shikigami."

Fujiwara Izaya imagined the shikigami secretly cleaning in the middle of the night and found it quite amusing.

Speaking of shikigami, not all of them are combat-oriented. Some of the weaker ones are better at laundry and cleaning, specializing in housework. And then there are some naturally beautiful races, perfect for warming the bed.

For example, Miss Mei.

Jorogumo, the Spider Queen, possesses alluring abilities comparable to Tamamo-no-Mae, and her flirting skills are top-notch. Fujiwara Izaya believes that the reason his current wife appears reserved and aloof is probably because she hasn't been "developed" yet; once she's given to him... just thinking about it excites him.

"You two come and sit here." Mrs. Hoshimi gracefully stood before the two young girls, her long, black hair tied back with a ribbon. Her shrine maiden robe, embroidered with white magnolias, fit her perfectly, as if it were an extension of her being.

The two young witches knelt obediently in front of the head witch and began to listen to the lesson.

Fujiwara Izaya's intention was to have someone familiar with them teach them how to cultivate divine power.

Priests and priestesses fight by using their own divine power to attack and defend, and they can also rely on their divine power to drive talismans, magical artifacts, and formations to enhance their offensive and defensive capabilities.

The foundation of everything is divine power.

In this respect, Fujiwara Izaya was a complete novice.

He's good at theoretical discussions, but if you put him into practice, he'll probably blow himself up.

Only two incredibly powerful chairpersons are suitable candidates to teach the two young shrine maidens. Fujiwara Izaya's task is to lead them in physical training to improve their physical abilities.

"Both of you are genius priestesses who have possessed divine power since childhood, and your foundation is very solid. Your main focus of training should be on expanding the divine power accumulated within your bodies and mastering more divine spells."

Mrs. Hoshimi started the lesson, her eyes fixed on the three obedient children listening attentively.

"Therefore, this special training is a hellish, intensive training. In addition to live-fire exercises, there are several reference books that you need to master completely. I will read out the names of these books, and you should write them down. Every morning, Himeko and I will conduct spot checks on you."

Both little witches spread out their notebooks on the ground and bent down to write on them.

"You absolutely must read 'The Golden Crow and Jade Rabbit Collection,' and you need to memorize the entire 'Genji's Brief Treatise.' Furthermore, you also need to completely memorize 'An Introduction to Advanced Spells.'" Mrs. Hoshimi's voice was gentle, but her tone was stern. "'Modern Shikigami Theory,' 'The Book of Changes,' and 'The Emperor's Golden Classic' are reference books; you don't need to fully understand them, but you must memorize the key points. In addition, there are the following ancient texts..."

This long list of book titles sounds like some kind of medieval spell, and a spell with "evil" or "dark" attributes at that.

“Senior…” she said in a weak voice.

"Hmm?" Fujiwara Izaya saw her pitiful look.

"I think I'm about to collapse..."

"This is only the first day!"

"It's more boring and tiring than I imagined."

“I think we need a ‘freeze spell’ to keep you here.”

"Is there a spell that can turn someone into an idiot?"

"Yes, I have."

"What is it?"

"Brick Spell. It's simple to cast, no incantation required, just swing it and smash it."

“…Haha.” Asuka Kasahara couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Mrs. Hoshimi, who had been watching the two slacking off for a while, immediately turned cold: "Fujiwara-san, Kasahara-san, please put your hands out."

"..."

Two hands are stretched out.

"Slap slap~"

The pointer struck.

Rinko Hoshimi, standing nearby, let out a delighted chuckle.

Fujiwara Izaya turned his gaze over, and she immediately lowered her head, using her notebook to cover her face, her slender shoulders still trembling.

"Hehehe~" Kasahara Asuka made a face at her.

Hoshimi Rinko raised her face and questioned in a calm yet loud voice: "No wonder someone who can't even concentrate can't get promoted."

The air in the dojo instantly tensed up because of that one sentence.

"Tch, you talk like you're some kind of god..." Kasahara Asuka leaned over to look at Hoshimi Rinko, and their eyes met.

It goes without saying that the two little witches' eyes were filled with mockery.

Mrs. Hoshimi held the pointer, her eyes smiling as she looked at Fujiwara Izaya, seemingly not intending to say anything.

Fujiwara Izaya stared at the blue sky outside the window, looking completely indifferent.

The confrontation between the two young witches continues.

“The rank of general is just a small hurdle for me,” Hoshimi Rinko sneered.

"Hmph!" Kasahara Ibaraki expressed his disdain with his nose and retorted, "What's so difficult about getting to the top? As long as I put in a little effort, I can break through tomorrow."

Rinko Hoshimi said without any change in her chest, "You still have to work hard to get promoted, it's nothing special."

"After all that hard work, you ended up as a loser. That's all you've got!" Kasahara Asuka's words were forceful, arrogant, and extremely damaging.

For a moment, Mrs. Hoshimi held her breath.

Fujiwara Izaya wants to go back to Tokyo.