I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"You guys are going to kill someone like this..." Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself.

Back at the restaurant, we sat around the table for lunch.

In addition to the sumptuous meal, Mrs. Kasahara thoughtfully prepared chilled watermelon and grapes.

In a sweet and relaxed atmosphere, the group ate and discussed their plans for the afternoon.

"Is there physical training this afternoon?" Mrs. Kasahara asked Fujiwara Izaya.

She was wearing a white shirt, the buttons on the chest were dangling precariously from the earlier scuffle, and the shirt seemed to be a size or two too small, the front of the shirt bulging out of shape.

"It has to be physical skills!" Fujiwara Izaya struggled to look away, eating a sweet watermelon. "You shrine maidens are all so weak. If you can't use divine power, you're just ordinary weak women. How can you not learn a few moves to defend yourself?"

How do you plan to train us?

"Start with simple weight training to build up your physical strength first, and then learn some fighting techniques and swordsmanship."

How much weight are you carrying?

"Asuka and Rinko started at 10 kilograms, and the two older sisters started at 20 kilograms."

"Why should I have it too?" Mrs. Kasahara snorted, then said arrogantly, "I, the chairman, order you to abandon all thoughts of training me!"

Her posture is just like Asuka's in the car yesterday... Fujiwara Izaya shook his head and said firmly, "As adults, you should set an example for the younger generation!"

"I think you just want to take advantage of us!" Mrs. Hoshimi saw through his little scheme.

"The watermelon is so delicious!" Fujiwara Rinya held up a large slice of watermelon and then chuckled to himself.

“I hope he can have pity on us two old women…” Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Mrs. Kasahara with a look of sympathy. “Himeko, you’re the shameless one. Why don’t you try to persuade him to be gentler?”

"Ha~"

Mrs. Kasahara yawned lazily.

Infected by this, the two girls also seemed a bit tired, and the conversation ended there.

"Go take a nap." Fujiwara Izaya looked at the exhausted Hoshimi Rinko. "When the sun isn't so strong at three o'clock in the afternoon, then go train on the beach."

"Ah."

Hoshimi Rinko had no objection, nodded, and got up to go back to her room.

"Asuka, please take the afternoon off!" Kasahara Asuka said, and before Fujiwara Izaya could refuse, she tried to slip away.

"Wait a minute!" Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her wrist.

Kasahara Asuka pleaded pitifully, "Senpai, I'm tired~"

“That trick didn’t work!” Fujiwara Izaya smiled slightly.

"Mom~" Kasahara Asuka begged her mother for mercy again, "I studied very hard this morning, and my legs are still weak from exhaustion."

"She fell asleep while meditating," Mrs. Hoshimi reported, as if she were a teacher reporting to a parent.

"Asleep?" Mrs. Kasahara was taken aback, looking at her daughter with a strange expression, as if to say: How can she fall asleep like this?

"Hehe~"

Kasahara Asuka didn't argue; she just pretended to be cute.

"I can't be bothered with you anymore, Fujiwara-kun. Give her a good talking to!" Mrs. Kasahara chuckled irritably.

He saw his wife leave the restaurant with him.

After the two of them were left, Fujiwara Izaya found a stand with a glass ball suspended in the middle by a rope.

"Come here and kneel down."

"Oh……"

Kasahara Asuka knelt down with a look of reluctance on her face.

The glass ball in front of her was level with her smooth forehead, no more than ten centimeters away.

“Be careful,” Fujiwara Rinya knelt down opposite her, placing his finger on the edge of the glass marble, “I might…”

He was speaking when he suddenly flicked the glass ball away.

Less than half a second later, the glass marble hit the junior's smooth forehead with a dull thud.

"Ouch, that hurts..." Kasahara Asuka covered her forehead, glaring at him angrily.

"Put your hands down!" Fujiwara Izaya said sternly.

Kasahara Asuka lowered her hand, looking aggrieved.

"Your biggest problem is a lack of focus; you get easily distracted no matter what you're doing..." Fujiwara Izaya explained to her. "This method can quickly and effectively improve your concentration. Starting today, train for two hours every day at noon; no absences are allowed!"

"Huh?" Kasahara Asuka was so startled that her face turned pale.

Slap it.

The glass marble hit her forehead again, leaving a round red mark.

"I refuse to believe I can't dodge it!" Kasahara Asuka gasped for breath, her eyes wide open, watching the glass marble intently. But this time, Fujiwara Izaya didn't pop out for a long time, and as she watched, she started to feel sleepy.

Slap it.

The glass ball hit his forehead hard again.

"..." Kasahara Asuka trembled in fright. After regaining her senses, she pouted and immediately burst into tears, feeling wronged: "Waaah, I'm not playing anymore, Asuka wants to sleep..."

Snapped!

"Waaah... I'm ignoring you!"

Snapped!

"Asuka has to go back to Tokyo, sob sob!" As she said this, Kasahara Asuka wiped away her tears and was about to get up and run out. But at that moment, a talisman floated in from outside the restaurant and pressed her back to her original position.

"The curse will dissipate automatically after two hours."

As her mother's cold and heartless voice reached her ears, Asuka Kasahara's already tear-streaked eyes burst into tears that flowed freely.

Chapter 122. Teaching a Lesson to a Junior and Physical Training: Natsuki Kuri and Fukami Eri Have a Secret

The slowly shifting sunlight moved across the restaurant floor, butterflies flew across the pergola, and cicadas chirped incessantly.

After crying for a while, Kasahara Asuka's forehead was covered in bruises. She must have been exhausted from crying, because she stopped and stared blankly at the glass ball hanging in front of her forehead.

"Snapped!"

Fujiwara Izaya flicked the glass marble onto her forehead once again.

It hurts a little, but it's not serious... Kasahara Asuka thought to herself, her eyes half-closed, when she was suddenly jolted awake.

The sky was bright and peaceful.

The wind chimes swayed gently, sunlight streamed down, and the books on the table rustled softly.

Two agonizing hours passed.

Kasahara Asuka's eyes, which were almost closed, suddenly opened wide.

She bit her lower lip sharply, jumped up from the ground, and ran towards the door without even putting on her shoes. She probably... wanted to run out the door now and go back to Tokyo.

But after kneeling for a long time, my legs felt a little sore and numb.

He had only taken two steps when he fell to the floor, his forehead about to make intimate contact with it.

"Hey, don't run away!" Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him, saying seriously, "Take a break, then we'll have physical training in an hour."

"No, no!" Kasahara Asuka struggled a few times, then turned around, looking extremely wronged, tears welling up in her eyes again. "Asuka, not here! Let go, I hate you, let go..."

She hasn't cried yet.

But it was almost over, her voice choked with sobs, utterly desolate.

"If you don't rest now, you'll be exhausted this afternoon," Fujiwara Rinya advised kindly.

"Let me go, let me go..." Kasahara Asuka shook her head and arms desperately, her eyes trembling. Gradually, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground. But before she fell, Fujiwara Izaya reached out and caught her: "If you keep causing trouble, do you believe I'll hit you?"

My senior is so fierce...

"Go ahead and hit me, I'm not afraid of you!" Asuka Kasahara continued to struggle, tears streaming down her face.

"Okay, okay, I won't fight..." Fujiwara Rinya sighed, helping her sit up. "Listen to me, the training is to prepare you for facing danger..."

"I won't listen!"

Kasahara Asuka's temper flared up.

After bluntly retorting, she got up and tried to rush out the door again.

"..." Fujiwara Izaya's face was somewhat gloomy.

He chased after her from behind, grabbed her around the waist, and shoved her onto the dining table.

"My patience is running out, this is the last time I'll talk to you..."

"I won't listen!"

"Stop making a scene!"

"I'm going to make a scene! I hate my seniors, I hate adults—"

Amid the protests, the girl was pinned to the table, twisting and turning in an attempt to break free.

"Snapped!"

The flesh on her little bottom bounced.

"..." Kasahara Asuka stiffened for a moment, probably not expecting her senior to actually hit her. After two or three seconds, the girl burst into tears with a "waaaah."

"Wow. You hit someone..."

"I've already said my patience is limited."

"You're a pervert! Waaah, Mommy, Asuka's going back to Tokyo..." The girl sobbed, lying on the table, her hands covering her bottom behind her back. "Waaah, I don't like you anymore, I'll never like you again..."

Fujiwara Rin watched her cry without saying a word or striking her a second time.

However, his first blow was a bit too heavy; the flesh there is probably already bright red.

"Waaah... No one has ever hit Asuka since I was little," Kasahara Asuka said pitifully, then choked back sobs for a while before continuing to cry, "I won't like you anymore, Senpai..."