I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The coldness in Hoshimi Rinko's eyes subsided a little, and the three of them continued to move between the stalls on both sides.

Under the cover of night, the lanterns illuminated the silhouettes of tourists. A dazzling array of goods were on display, including common food items as well as stalls run by the temple itself, selling wooden fish drums, amulets, and other talismans. In the starlight and bonfire glow, acquaintances exchanged greetings, but people instinctively gave way where the three of them passed.

The two young witches exuded an air of nobility with every smile and frown, and their beauty, so incongruous with the remote town, gave them an innate sense of class difference from ordinary people.

As for Fujiwara Izaya...

As the mountain god, he gave off a very approachable vibe. No one dared to approach him, mainly because the two young ladies had such a strong presence.

Among the crowd, groups of young girls from Kyoto strolled around. The vendors' lights illuminated their faces; some had their mouths full of food, while others held balloons or toys in their hands, all radiating warmth.

"Senpai!" Kasahara Asuka tugged at Fujiwara Izaya's sleeve.

"Hmm?" Fujiwara Izaya asked absentmindedly, his gaze still following the girl who had led the dance earlier, who had a camellia in her hair.

Kasahara Asuka puffed out her cheeks angrily: "Why are you looking at other women?"

"Uh……"

"Look at me, look at me—"

Amidst a youthful, lively, and slightly resentful voice, Fujiwara Izaya smiled sincerely: "Alright, alright, junior, would you mind letting go of my foot?"

Kasahara Asuka snorted "You'd better watch yourself" before lifting the wooden clogs that were stepping on his feet.

“Senior.” Fujiwara Izaya turned his head to look at Hoshimi Rinko again.

Rinko Hoshimi lowered her head and took a bite of the apple burger before slowly moving her foot away.

"I think there's something strange about them!" Fujiwara Izaya said, as if to prove his innocence.

"You're really terrible, senpai," Kasahara Asuka criticized.

"You've misunderstood!" Fujiwara Rin subtly shifted his gaze away from the camellias in the distance.

Kasahara Asuka, holding the takoyaki she had just eaten, said, "Pervert! You're disgusting!"

As she spoke, she handed over the leftover takoyaki in her hand, gesturing for her senior to eat it all.

“They’re not as pretty as you and my senior, so why would I care about them, right?” Fujiwara Izaya continued to explain.

The two young ladies ignored his explanation, their wooden clogs clicking crisply on the stone pavement. Behind them, Fujiwara Rinya ate takoyaki with a skewer; perhaps feeling frustrated, the takoyaki tasted mediocre, not as good as the ones in Tokyo.

The not-so-spacious area was packed with people. Compared to the usual tranquility of the town, it was now bustling like Shibuya Crossing. Vendors lined the streets, and the aromas of barbecue and desserts wafted through the air in the twilight, accompanied by a constant cacophony of voices, the sounds of grilling, and other noises.

"Next, I want a cotton candy!"

"...Finish your fried noodles and tempura first before we talk."

"Senior, look, there are masks here! Hey, which one is better? Which one do you think is better?"

"...We have masks!"

"senior!"

"Hey, don't kick people with your clogs!"

"You are not allowed to walk with your senior."

"You're running too fast, my senior and I can't keep up!"

"Hurry, let's go scoop up the goldfish!"

"Don't run around!"

Kasahara Asuka is in a particularly high mood tonight.

Perhaps because the two-week intensive training had bored her to death, she was now so excited that she was even happier than the elementary school students passing by. She wanted to eat this, play with that, and wanted that too...

Rinko Hoshimi was somewhat taken aback.

As a fellow genius priestess, she could never have made such a gesture.

"Senpai, cotton candy!" Kasahara Asuka's eyes sparkled as she grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's arm and ran to the cotton candy stall. "Two large ones, please!"

Fujiwara Izaya paid 1000 yen.

The cotton candy making machine hummed, emitting a sweet aroma. The owner used a bamboo skewer to slowly collect the fluffy white sugar strands inside the machine, and a three-colored cotton candy gradually took shape.

"Wow!" Kasahara Asuka's eyes lit up with excitement, her face full of "So that's how it's done!" But after taking a bite of the marshmallow, she pushed it towards Fujiwara Izaya with a look of disgust, "Too sweet, not good!"

Fujiwara Izaya, holding the two largest cotton candies, walked towards Hoshimi Rinko, making several children along the way drool with envy.

"Here you go, senior!"

Rinko Hoshimi glanced at the cotton candy in his hand, one chipped and the other perfectly intact.

After a moment's thought, she leaned forward and took a small bite of the intact marshmallow. After tasting it briefly, she frowned and said, "It's too sweet. You eat it."

And so, Fujiwara Izaya got two marshmallows, but he didn't want to eat them at all.

"Senior, hurry up!"

Asuka Kasahara, running ahead, swayed gently in her pale red yukata.

Her long, beautiful orange hair, reaching her waist, swayed gently in the wind like waves.

"Hey!"

Then, the girl turned around and blinked her clear, big eyes.

Fujiwara Izaya looked in her direction and saw a fruit stall. A sign in front of the stall advertised a couples' challenge: if you could eat a watermelon within two minutes, you could have it for free and receive a 10,000 yen prize.

Several young couples were doing the challenge.

In almost all couple pairings, the man is the one eating like crazy, while the woman is just there to participate.

"Senior~~"

Amidst the rich, sweet aroma of the sponge cake, Asuka Kasahara chuckled.

"Boss, sign up!" Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to agree.

Based on his understanding of the junior, if he refused, she would definitely throw off her clogs and sit on the ground, throwing a tantrum.

The previous group passed quickly, and no couple succeeded in the challenge. The shop owner smiled and took the full amount back for the watermelons. The challengers were allowed to pack up the leftover watermelons and take them home.

When it came to Fujiwara Izaya's group, there were three couples taking the challenge.

The watermelons have been cut up, each weighing about 3 kilograms, and a large plateful is presented before us.

"Timer, three, two, one... Go!" Amid the shop owner's signal and the cheers of the audience, Asuka Kasahara held a slice of watermelon in both hands, taking small bites like a hamster munching on a corncob, but very frequently.

As for Fujiwara Izaya...

He picked up a piece with his left hand and a piece with his right, without any regard for appearances, and directly pressed his teeth into the edge of the melon pulp, ploughing it down from top to bottom.

"Shh-"

His cheeks were so swollen it looked like he had stuffed two baseballs inside, and juice was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

He chewed it a couple of times, swallowed it with a gulp, and then quickly devoured the other slice of watermelon in one bite, finishing both slices in less than five seconds.

"Whoosh..."

The onlookers erupted in commotion, probably surprised that this seemingly refined and handsome young man would eat in such a wild way.

Shop owner: "..."

This job was a complete waste of time.

In less than half a minute, Fujiwara Izaya had eaten half a watermelon.

A guy next door suddenly vomited while eating. His girlfriend patted his back and shouted, "Go Long Island! You're going to get what's coming to you tonight!" The onlookers laughed uproariously.

Amidst the laughter, Hoshimi Rinko's eyes gleamed slightly.

Just a minute later, Fujiwara Izaya finished three-quarters of the watermelon, and the rest went into Kasahara Asuka's little belly.

The shop owner was very "happy".

"Congratulations to the first couple who successfully completed the challenge! Let's congratulate them..."

"Burp~" Fujiwara Izaya burped, washed his hands, wiped the watermelon juice off his chin and neck with a handkerchief, and then collected a bonus of 10,000 yen from the shop owner.

The man named Long Island ultimately failed to finish his meal and walked towards the shooting range amidst his girlfriend's grumbling.

"Alright, the next round of the competition is about to begin..." The shop owner perked up again, "Anyone want to sign up?"

Two more couples walked up, one after the other.

Hoshimi Rinko walked forward with elegant steps, like an orchid in the darkness.

“…Uh,” the shop owner was stunned for a few seconds by her aura before explaining, “This is a couples activity, you’re alone…”

Rinko Hoshimi's gaze swept over Izaya Fujiwara.

"..." Fujiwara Izaya steeled himself and took a step forward.

"Senior!" Asuka Kasahara grabbed his arm tightly.

The onlookers' eyes immediately focused on the three of them.

"This is a battlefield!" someone shouted, trying to liven things up.

Fujiwara Izaya glared at the man who was clearly single, while Hoshimi Rinko gave a slight smile: "It seems Fujiwara-san isn't very popular with the general public."

“That’s their prejudice!” Fujiwara Izaya retorted, then whispered to his junior, “If you have something to say, talk about it behind closed doors at home. There are so many people watching, don’t embarrass yourself…”

Kasahara Asuka reluctantly let go of his hand.

“I’ll sign up with her!” Fujiwara Izaya stepped to the front of the stage once again.

"Shh~"

The onlookers erupted in boos.

See? Scumbags will be despised wherever they go.

"Timer, three, two..." The shop owner's voice sounded weak and listless.

Fujiwara Izaya ate it the same way he did the first time.

As for Hoshimi Rinko, she held a large piece of the monster-absorbing material, took a small bite, and chewed elegantly: "Mmm~~ So sweet."

Judging from his appearance, he had no competitive spirit whatsoever; he was purely there to enjoy the atmosphere. He was a complete liability.

Fujiwara Izaya ate half a watermelon, and his stomach felt a little full; she hadn't even finished half of her slice. Her small waist, cinched with a white belt, was so slender it could be grasped in one hand, without a trace of bulge.