I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"The Snow Woman's."

"Eh?"

"Haha, I knew you'd care about this, senpai." Kasahara Asuka took out her phone and opened a mysterious app.

Fujiwara Izaya held her close as he saw the title on the screen.

[The Snow Woman, a widow who is bad at socializing, and the cursed ring]

all of a sudden.

His gaze was immediately drawn to it.

"Asuka, watch it with your senior." Kasahara Asuka adjusted her posture, sitting with her back to him in his lap, the two of them looking down as they carefully examined every scene and every line of dialogue.

"senior."

"Ok?"

"Is the Snow Woman's desire really that strong?"

"How should I know..."

Where is your Yuki-onna?

"My Yuki-onna is still a baby!"

"How do you think Asuka compares to Yuki-onna?"

"...Hello, Olaf!"

"Asuka is talking about this widow, Yuki-onna!"

"The Snow Woman is better too."

"Perverted older man fetishist!" Kasahara Asuka cursed with a laugh, but blushed slightly as she looked at the screen on her phone.

“Okay, Asuka is great too!” Fujiwara Izaya looked at her delicate face and unconsciously stroked her rosy lips with his fingers. “But, as people grow up, their personalities also need to mature a bit. They can’t always be as willful as children.”

"No, no!" Kasahara Asuka didn't want to discuss this topic at all. She arched her body slightly in his arms and said in a hoarse voice, "Senpai has a lot of energy right now."

"It's a natural reaction." Fujiwara Rin wasn't embarrassed at all, and then hugged her even closer.

Feeling the sensation beneath her buttocks, Kasahara Asuka squirmed a few times in his arms. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hoshimi Rinko walking towards her from a distance and blurted out, "Hey, senpai, you're so rude. Please be gentler this early in the morning..."

"?"

Hoshimi Rinko paused in her steps.

“…You’re so mean!” Fujiwara Izaya secretly pinched his junior, then pushed her away and greeted Hoshimi Rinko, “Good morning, senpai.”

Hoshimi Rinko, carrying her easel, walked past the two of them without saying a word.

She was dressed casually in a beige dress, white Converse sneakers, and a green sun-protective cardigan. Her chest still wasn't very prominent. And she looked unhappy, like a cat whose food bowl had been taken away halfway through its meal.

"Senior, you're drawing, right?" Fujiwara Izaya got up and followed her outside.

"Correct."

"I'll accompany you."

"unnecessary."

"How about I draw a sketch of my senior?"

Rinko Hoshimi was somewhat tempted, but neither said yes nor refused.

Having spent a while with her, Fujiwara Izaya naturally understood that she meant it, and he took the tools from her hands with a knowing look. Kasahara Asuka caught up in her slippers, ready to cause trouble at any moment.

After leaving the dojo, the three of them went to the windbreak forest by the sea.

Today was a beautiful, sunny day. The wind was light, and the sunlight made the pine needles in the windbreak forest shimmer. Small birds with white breasts flitted among the branches, deftly preening their feathers.

Hoshimi Rinko picked up a book and casually sat down, leaning against a pine tree. Fujiwara Rinya set up his easel beside her, about two meters apart, not much different from before.

“Just like before,” he said, clipping the drawing paper back together. “You can do it in any position you like. Don’t change it too much, and it’s okay to move around a little.”

Hoshimi Rinko tilted her head and glanced at him.

She didn't respond, but her eyes seemed to reproach him for talking nonsense.

Fujiwara Izaya held his drawing pencil, measuring the various elements of his senior's body as if using a ruler. Drawing a figure is different from drawing a facial sketch; it requires more time to accurately grasp the model's appearance and figure, and to present it in the most beautiful possible way.

"Is it okay to talk during drawing time?" Kasahara Asuka asked tentatively from the side.

“Of course it’s alright,” Fujiwara Izaya said, holding his paintbrush and making the first stroke on the paper.

Kasahara Fukari watched him paint for a while, then squatted down like a curious cat, holding various tools in her hands and gesturing with them—brushes, paints, canvas… She picked up two brushes and tapped the easel a few times, making a very slight “Duang” sound.

"You can't touch other people's things!" Fujiwara Izaya reminded her.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing serious,” Kasahara Asuka said. Seeing that the two of them were looking at her with a friendly gaze, she quickly added, “Besides, my senior and I both like her terribly. Maybe we’ll become family in the future, so she won’t mind.”

Rinko Hoshimi, who had intended to reprimand her, immediately changed her cold and stern gaze to one of meekness and subservience.

The junior is really quick to understand... Fujiwara Izaya didn't want to take this opportunity to lecture her.

Asuka is a bit spoiled, but she's very perceptive when it comes to understanding people's hearts. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to make Hoshimi Rinko so angry that she turned green with anger so many times, and still manage to sneak into the enemy base and win the game.

The bright morning sunlight streamed through the woods, and the air was clear and fresh.

Rinko Hoshimi leaned against a tree trunk, reading a book she had brought from Tokyo.

Sunlight streamed through the woods, illuminating her simple beige dress, creating a serene and poetic scene.

Fujiwara Izaya slowly sketched his senior's face and upper body with a pencil.

The key to a good sketch lies in how to transfer the depth of a person's character onto a two-dimensional surface. The crucial point is also how to transfer subtle dynamics into a static composition. He excels at this; his drawing skills far surpass those of shoemaking.

Kasahara Asuka got tired of playing and looked up at the painting.

Next to the half-finished figure sketch, the words "木漏れ日" (kirou rehi) are written. This is a specific term referring to sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves of trees.

"Your drawing is amazing!" The junior student looked somewhat tempted.

“If you like it, I can paint one for you later.” Fujiwara Izaya stared intently at the canvas, his tone unconsciously tinged with pride. “This kind of thing is a piece of cake for you, senpai!”

"Why do you draw sketches, senior?" Kasahara Asuka asked curiously.

“By actually drawing sketches, you can understand the person you are drawing little by little, step by step.”

"why?"

“Drawing figures is actually about understanding and interpreting them. Not with language, but with lines, shapes and colors.”

"I don't understand!" Kasahara Asuka made a face.

Rinko Hoshimi looked up from her book, her eyes slightly smiling as she looked at Izaya Fujiwara.

From the day I met him, his single-minded focus on everything he did was truly admirable. His white shirt shimmered, and a dragonfly mistook it for a white flower, landing on it to rest. The beach on an August morning amplified his approachable charm, to the point that Hoshimi Rinko's gaze was more like that of a cat lover seeing a soft-furred white cat.

That slightly tender look in her eyes made Kasahara Asuka very unhappy.

Her eyes darted around a few times, then she gently rested her chin on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder and asked Hoshimi Rinko innocently, "Am I a good match for you, Senpai?"

A gentle sea breeze and bright sunshine.

A handsome and perfect young man, a lively and beautiful young woman.

Rinko Hoshimi's smile vanished instantly. She gave a cold snort and lowered her head to continue reading the book in her hands.

"Hehe." Kasahara Asuka looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a smile, "Senpai is so cute, I can't bear to laugh at her for being a loser."

Fujiwara Izaya: "..."

Yeah.

You can't bear it.

You definitely can't talk to someone like that, otherwise they'll keep bothering you.

Seeing that Fujiwara Rin remained silent, Kasahara Asuka hatched another plan. She looked at the sketch and said enviously, "Senpai is so beautiful and elegant. Even her drawings have an ethereal quality."

"Hmph!" Hoshimi Rinko's expression was somewhat smug.

"It's just that her breasts are a bit small."

"?"

Fujiwara Rinya noticed that his senior clenched her fist.

To avoid the two beautiful girls fighting in front of him, he quickly said to Kasahara Asuka, "I'm a little hungry, could you go get me something to eat?"

"No!" Asuka Kasahara stared at Rinko Hoshimi and answered him.

The beautiful girls' eyes met across the distance.

In addition to the smell of the sea, there was also a faint smell of nitrates in the air, and the temperature had inexplicably risen a lot.

"If you don't make breakfast, I won't draw it for you!" Fujiwara Izaya said coldly, giving his junior a flick on the forehead.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Kasahara Asuka cried out as she kicked him before reluctantly walking back to the dojo.

The windbreak forest, now empty except for the two people, suddenly fell silent.

"Hey, my breasts are small, aren't they?" Hoshimi Rinko asked.

"Perhaps," Fujiwara Izaya said indifferently.

"As small as a rotten loaf of bread."

"An interesting metaphor." Fujiwara Izaya paused his writing, loosened his wrist slightly, and said, "Maybe it can grow longer in the future, there's no need to worry about this."

“But all my classmates are older than me,” Hoshimi Rinko said, then coughed lightly as if adjusting her voice, her face slightly red. “I’m already eighteen, and I can’t even wear formal attire properly…”

Beneath her delicate and quiet appearance lies the heart of a typical girl.

Fujiwara Izaya thought she was cute and suggested, "If you really mind, it's okay to use a pad."

"You want me to do that?"

"I don't care what happens. After all, I didn't draw the sketch of my senior just to draw her breasts."

“But men like women with big breasts, right?” After saying this, Hoshimi Rinko’s face turned even redder, presumably she could hear the implication in her words that she wanted him to deny it.

“Not entirely.” Fujiwara Izaya twirled the pencil in his hand. “My mother is older than your mother, but the size is about the same, but that doesn’t stop her from being my favorite woman.”

Hoshimi Rinko's eyes widened suddenly as she stared intently at him: "How did you know my mother's measurements?"