I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Rinko Hoshimi subconsciously put the hand that was holding his chin back onto her hair.

As a result, Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and stared straight into her eyes: "You look so cute when you're shy."

"..." Hoshimi Rinko put her hand to her lips, avoiding his gaze, and said in a soft, almost murmured voice, "Please, I'm not a brainless girl. Please don't say things like that anymore. It's annoying."

"The tsundere look is the cutest."

“…I’m the one who’s arrogant!” Hoshimi Rinko suddenly looked up, her eyes sharp, her fair and delicate face flushed red.

"Oh right, right, right, since you've said that, I have no choice but to believe you."

"Alright, get out of here." Hoshimi Rinko helped him get dressed, then turned to run away.

“Wait a minute, there’s still time.” Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand to check his watch. “It’s only a little past five in the evening, and the fireworks show doesn’t start until eight.”

“I feel insecure when I’m with you!” Hoshimi Rinko coldly refused.

Fujiwara Rin didn't say anything, but simply walked from the back door of the room to the porch and sat down on the floor. Hoshimi Rinko left the room in wooden clogs, but after a while, she came back with a plate of sliced ​​watermelon.

As evening approached and the sunlight weakened, the shadows of the trees stretched out under the eaves. The two ate watermelon, gazing at the plants in the courtyard. Just listening to the rustling of the leaves in the courtyard gave them a sense of tranquility.

Rinko Hoshimi is truly elegant; she patiently removes the seeds from watermelon before eating it in small bites, never spitting them out while eating. In contrast, Izaya Fujiwara sometimes swallows the seeds whole without spitting them out.

"Be careful the watermelon seeds don't sprout in your stomach." Hoshimi Rinko nudged him with her elbow.

"It will be excreted. Did you waste your biology education?"

"Can't you tell it's a curse?"

Why are you cursing me?

"What do you think?" Hoshimi Rinko asked, adopting a noble and elegant demeanor.

Fujiwara Izaya thought for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Is it because I often stare at my senior's legs that she's angry?"

"..." Hoshimi Rinko awkwardly crossed her legs.

Fujiwara Izaya consciously looked over.

Her delicate toes, nestled in wooden sandals, curled up shyly, like the pink paw pads of a kitten; her calves were firm and shapely, with long, flowing lines…

"Fujiwara Izaya!"

"Hi!"

What are you looking at!

"I'm thinking about why watermelons are so sweet."

"You've been staring at my legs the whole time!"

"At worst, I'll show you my legs too." Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his feet.

"Get out!" Hoshimi Rinko kicked him away hard.

"Why are you being so fierce..." Fujiwara Izaya muttered, casually shifting his gaze away and falling silent.

After a long silence, Hoshimi Rinko couldn't help but ask, "Fujiwara-san, what are you looking at?"

"Look at the emerald green of the pine trees, look at the vibrant colors of the flowers, and you see how beautiful the scenery is with the glow of the setting sun."

Rinko Hoshimi also looked out.

The sea breeze was gentle, and the sunlight turned into a hazy, indistinct hue.

At that moment, Fujiwara Izaya leaned close to her ear and said, "But while you were admiring the scenery, I was also secretly watching you."

"How annoying you are!" Hoshimi Rinko said, lowering her head.

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly reached out and grabbed her cheeks, pulling them outwards.

"Hahaha……"

He ran away laughing before Hoshimi Rinko could retaliate.

"You're dead!" Rinko Hoshimi, her face flushed with anger, chased him all over the house in her wooden clogs.

※※※※※

In the small wooden house by the sea, the setting sun shone through the window, painting the room a fiery red.

At this time of day and night, yin and yang, the twilight hour, whether it is Natsuki Ruri or Kasahara Mieri, the setting sun looks like diluted blood being poured down from above their heads.

Inside the room was a rather simple altar.

Willow branches were erected at the four corners of the floor, and each willow branch at a right angle was connected to the two adjacent willow branches by a red ribbon, forming a square barrier. On the table in the center of the barrier were two dishes, one containing folded paper and the other containing a ceramic pot.

"What are you going to do?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked.

“Yeah, just like you.” Xia Xili smiled mysteriously.

"Me?" Kasahara Fukari sensed something was wrong.

"correct."

Xia Xili's smile remained unchanged.

In the distance, Kasahara Fukari's long orange hair was bathed in the sunset, resembling a blazing flame.

"A shikigami binding a spirit?" Kasahara Fukaeri's expression was solemn.

Xia Xili nodded slightly.

Kasahara Fukaeri was speechless.

Having known Xia Xili for so long, this was the first time she felt that this person had gone mad.

Shikigami Binding is a spell that allows a shikigami to possess the owner's body. Since the human body is inherently fragile, while yokai (supernatural beings) are generally physically strong, some people have developed this technique. Allowing a shikigami to possess the owner means temporarily transforming the body into a yokai, thus compensating for physical weaknesses and simultaneously enhancing combat abilities through a spiritual connection with the shikigami.

In terms of effectiveness, the spirit binding spell is a very powerful incantation.

In actual combat, almost no one dares to use this move because... if the shikigami has ill intentions, it will take the opportunity to devour the master's soul and take over the master's body.

"Aren't you afraid of having your soul devoured?" Kasahara Fukari asked, puzzled.

"It's not certain who will be devoured by whom yet." Xia Xili placed several talismans in front of her and formed hand seals.

"Five-directional formation, shikigami providing support!"

Divine power surged forth, carrying a faint blue light, dancing like feathers across her skin. Her face, illuminated by the intense light, revealed a stern expression.

She is both beautiful and alluring, and also persistent.

A breeze caressed her skin, and Kasahara Fukari's long orange hair swayed lightly. She saw Lady Tanimura being drawn out of the pottery jar and appear on Natsuki Kurumi's body. Even though it was just a faint phantom, she could see the fox ears and tail.

"Present in its true form, the shikigami binds its spirit!"

The fox's shadow trembled slightly.

The airflow caused Xia Xili's clothes to billow, as if she were breathing.

The fox's shadow merged into her body, making her already charming face even more alluring and seductive. One could vaguely see fluffy fox ears growing from her hair.

But suddenly, that face turned into Mrs. Tanimura's face, and then quickly turned back into Xia Xili's face... Struggling, changing, twisting, the two faces alternated.

Kasahara Fukaeri's expression was indifferent, her eyes fixed on Natsuki Ruri.

"Damn it, die!" Xia Xili roared resolutely. But the next second, her face changed to Gu Cunfu's ferocious grin, "Nonsense—"

Kasahara Fukae sighed softly; a flame was burning inside the child's hole.

The woman before her was contorted in pain, her expression a reproach that pained her deeply. If all else failed, she would have to forcibly disrupt the ritual in the middle of the barrier and then control Xia Xili's body. The problem was, if she used powerful demonic energy strong enough to destroy the barrier, those inside would inevitably be affected.

but--

It's better than watching her get devoured by the fox demon.

Kasahara Fukari's anxiety reached its limit, and she unconsciously clenched her fist, then swung it down with burning fury.

"Wait!" Xia Xili opened her eyes and stretched her neck with her last bit of strength. "A plate... hair!"

Kasahara Fukari paused, then noticed a tuft of hair wrapped in a folded piece of paper in the dish on the altar. She picked up the hair and tied it to the red rope at the edge of the barrier.

"Little Lin Ye—"

Sparks flew in Xia Xili's eyes.

After bravely calling out his name, the hair on the red string snapped open with a loud "snap".

A heavy, resounding crash shook the air as the altar was instantly destroyed, and the divine power accumulated within the barrier surged outwards like a tidal wave. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Xia Xili coughed violently. Having regained control of her body, fresh air filled her lungs, and she breathed it in greedily. The lingering effects of death terrified her, but also gave her a new lease on life.

"Well……"

The fox's ears twitched slightly.

The sound flowed naturally from between her lips.

Xia Xili suddenly opened her eyes, her face beaming with obvious childlike joy.

“Just a three-tailed fox, she’s not good enough for my little Izaya…” She flicked her fluffy tail and reached out to touch her ear. “I’m going to have Tamamo-no-Mae’s soul!”

"A three-tailed fox almost devoured you."

"There's still time!" Xia Xili said nonchalantly. "I had you massage me with special essential oils, using intense pain to temper my will, all so that I could become the new Tamamo-no-Mae."

“…She’s gone mad.” Kasahara Fukaeri sighed deeply.

Chapter 137. Kawashima Miki has come from Tokyo!

As dusk fell, the sound of the bells ringing from the ancient temple under repair drifted on the wind.

Two ladies led the way, guiding three younger relatives up the steps to the mountain gate. The summer festival had resumed, and all the nearby villagers had come. Along the way, many children with white powder on their noses took turns beating taiko drums.

Fujiwara Izaya sat in the middle, listening to the women in front of him arguing about trivial matters.

The two women were as close as sisters, and they discussed everything with great enthusiasm. However, they would start arguing whenever they disagreed. This youthful energy made it hard to believe that it was a conversation between two women in their thirties and forties.

"Himeko, your butt is so perky."

"Envious?"

"No way, it looks vulgar!"

"You're so stubborn. You clearly envy my figure, but you keep denying it. No wonder Rinko is so arrogant; it's all from her mother's genes."

"Ah, this isn't tsundere at all. Fujiwara-kun said it himself, I have a good temperament!"