I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Kasahara Fukari frowned, realizing that Natsuki Kuri was trying to trick her again.

The cherry blossom grove offered a wide view. As the three girls approached the water's edge, they saw Fujiwara Izaya and Yukino Riho resting on the lawn, basking in the sunlight and whispering to each other.

They had been living together for a while and had even had deep conversations; their relationship was so good they were almost inseparable. Yukino Riho, her legs soaking in the water, enjoyed this relaxing moment and casually chatted, "Take care of what happened today; don't act impulsively."

"I'm just holding back, aren't I?" Fujiwara Izaya squinted, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

"You look like you want to kill him right now, who are you trying to fool?" Yukino Riho smiled, a very gentle smile. Then she lay down, her body slightly pressed against Fujiwara Izaya. "I'm not some saint or anything... it's just that he has Shuten-dōji behind him. Listen to me, okay? Let him go for now. Anyway, I'm yours now, I can't run away..."

Fujiwara Izaya turned over and looked into her dark, bright eyes.

Those eyes are sparkling with love, even though she doesn't yet understand what love is.

“I’m worried that he’ll keep bothering you.” Fujiwara Izaya gently stroked her cheek, which was a little hot from the sun.

Yukino Riho narrowed her eyes, shifted her head slightly to find a comfortable position near his shoulder, then closed her eyes and said softly, "In all these years at the guild, I've seen my fair share of scoundrels, and I've been harassed countless times. I can handle it. You don't need to worry about that. Once I'm with you, I won't change. I won't get close to anyone but you. Fujiwara... I share your surname now, and just thinking about that makes me happy... Isn't that love?"

Her tone was calm and gentle, with her usual optimism and naiveté.

Besides her icy beauty, she possessed so many other qualities that were worth cherishing for a lifetime. Fujiwara Izaya traced her lips with his fingers, feeling their warmth and softness.

Yukino Riho opened her eyes with a smile: "It itches."

“But I still want him to die before today,” Fujiwara Izaya said earnestly.

“…I won’t let you leave tonight.” Yukino Riho hugged her arm tightly.

Fujiwara Rin also asked with interest, "Why won't you let me leave?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking." Yukino Riho blushed slightly and gently tapped his arm with her forehead.

"What are you going to do, Ryoko, tonight?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, amused.

This kind of topic, "how to get rid of the protector so you can devour me," was naturally something Yukino Riho wouldn't discuss with him, given her personality. She simply rested her head on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, comfortably inhaling his scent, and murmured, "Anyway, I'm not letting you leave tonight..."

Wildflowers dotted the grass, while melodious singing filled the air on the other side of the stage.

Fujiwara Izaya lay down and looked up at the sky.

A flock of crows swept across the treetops, with the fattest and blackest one perched on a branch. Fujiwara Izaya exchanged a glance with the crow, signaling him to arrange the plans for the evening and, incidentally, choose a burial site.

Why let Takenaka Akihi go on his own turf?

Are you kidding me?

Letting him die a quick death tonight is already the greatest mercy the mountain god can show.

As for the conspiracies behind him, there's nothing to worry about. One Takenaka Akira died, but there's still Yaeko, isn't there?

Fujiwara Izaya didn't believe that killing Takenaka Akihito would cause the organization to cease operations.

"What did you say to Dark Raven?"

Hearing his aunt's words, Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and exchanged a glance with her.

Among all these women, the only one he couldn't hide from was his aunt, but she was also the one who doted on him the most, so he didn't need to explain anything at all.

Xia Xili looked up and glared at Dark Crow.

The fat crow shuddered on the spot, fell from the branch, and splashed into the water.

In Dark Raven's heart, the young master was the most powerful and greatest, and the young master's aunt was the one he absolutely could not offend. If he offended the young master, he would at most be banished from Hidden Town; but if he offended the young master's aunt, he would truly become a delicious roasted crow.

"Quack quack—"

Two crows cawed.

After that, Dark Raven, who was loyal to the young master, fled for his life.

Kasahara Mieri walked over and looked at Fujiwara Izaya, who was lying down. He was wearing a clean white shirt, his hair was a little messy, and the way he closed his eyelashes made him look like a childish boy... no, he was a boy to begin with. Kasahara Mieri sat down, not looking at him directly again.

Kawashima Miki sat down on the other side.

Fujiwara Izaya opened his eyes and looked at her: "The grass is so hard, it gave me a headache."

Kawashima Miki changed to a kneeling position and patted her thigh: "Come up."

"Oh, I love Mrs. Meiji so much." Fujiwara Rin immediately turned his head and rested his head on her soft thigh.

Kawashima Miki narrowed her eyes slightly, reached out and pinched his nose, a beautiful smile appearing on her face.

Her beauty was tinged with a mischievousness, and a touch of a woman's petty shrewdness, a smile that made one want to hold her tightly in their arms. But Fujiwara Izaya, who was the only one to enjoy that smile, simply closed his eyes and muttered, "I'm dead, don't talk to me."

"Stop pretending." Kawashima Miki pinched his nose hard and demanded, "What's wrong with Yaeko?"

"What? What happened?"

"Are you very familiar with her?"

"We're not familiar with each other..."

"Then why were you chatting so intimately with her?"

"Where were you being affectionate?"

"If I say we should be intimate, then we will be intimate!"

"...This is the first time I've met her. Can you please be reasonable with me?"

"I'm here to marry you, not to reason with you."

"..."

Seeing Fujiwara Izaya's handsome face being kneaded into various shapes like dough by Kawashima Miki, looking aggrieved but not daring to speak, Kasahara Fukari couldn't help but laugh.

it is good!

That's how you deal with a jerk – by being unreasonable.

The shadows of the tall trees shifted as evening approached.

The performance over there had ended, and many guests and maids dressed as kabuki actors were strolling in the cherry grove, their gorgeous costumes faintly visible through the leaves.

"Shall we go have some fun?" Fujiwara Izaya asked Kawashima Miki, who was staring at the stage.

“Go ahead.” Xia Xili led the way.

After thinking for a moment, Kawashima Miki followed.

She knew exactly what Fujiwara Rin was thinking; he simply wanted to see her dance.

Although there would be a grander performance tonight, as the wife of the mountain god, it was naturally inappropriate for her to personally participate, and Fujiwara Izaya had been craving her to dance for a long time. Since she was going to give herself to him anyway, it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to take this opportunity to dance for him.

"Madam is getting gentler and gentler!" Fujiwara Ryūya ran excitedly offstage.

Yukino Riho picked up the shamisen: "I'll help with the music."

Natsuki Riki picked up the taiko drum.

"You know 'Matsukaze', right?" Kawashima Miki asked.

"Will do."

"Thank you for your help."

With nothing to do, Kasahara Fukari looked around and finally sat down next to Fujiwara Izaya.

To the gentle, classical melody of the shamisen, Kawashima Miki took the stage from the side.

She wore a light, simple kimono with a plain base, her long hair reaching her waist, secured with two white flowers by ribbons. This attire was neither vulgar nor eccentric; it exuded an air of approachability without losing its elegance, yet her eyes revealed a hint of allure.

"The waves surged to the sky,"

"On the coast of Suma."

"If the moon had feelings, it too would grow old."

"Tears wet her long sleeves."

Amidst the serene and clear singing, Kawashima Miki slowly raised her hands and began to dance the Shikoku folk song "Wind Dance".

The red sun hung above the cherry blossom grove, the clouds were torn into thin threads by the wind, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and the orange sunset shone into the forest, like a mesmerizing mist enveloping the world.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the woods.

The overly beautiful lighting made the stage panel appear smooth and bright.

Kawashima Miki gracefully stepped to the edge of the stage, her gentle smile circling before Fujiwara Izaya. The soft glow of the setting sun added a touch of poetic beauty to her face. The folds of her kimono were illuminated, as if radiating light from within.

"To whom shall I entrust my feelings?"

"The autumn wind knows my heart."

"I am not worried about the vast ocean separating us,"

"You have not betrayed my love."

As the clear and melodious song played, Miss Mei transformed into a lovelorn woman. The lyrics, enhanced by her beautiful dance and slender figure, created a scene so beautiful it made one forget to breathe.

As his eyes followed her movements, Fujiwara Rin couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of grace. It was as if he were standing in a corner of a long-abandoned imperial palace, clearly seeing the elegant fragments that had crumbled from the weathered structure.

"Stepping on Stars"

On stage, Kawashima Miki also immersed herself in the role.

The floor, smooth and bright from the setting sun, shimmered, making the gold threads between her pale blue kimono and red inner skirt sparkle. Her face was also veiled in a fiery, beautiful veil, captivating all who beheld her.

The music of the shamisen and taiko drums flowing like a cheerful stream.

"Looking around at the world,"

"To merely survive is fraught with difficulty."

"It's truly heartbreaking."

"Admiring the bright moon hanging in the long sky,"

"The moonlight shines upon the world."

"Let's hope the tide arrives soon,"

"Drawing water under the bright moon."

The lyrics sung by Miki Kawashima touched the hearts of her listeners.

Like a gentle drizzle falling on a silent sea, this instant sent a nameless shiver down the spine of the listeners. Her toes, clad in white stockings, darted towards her lover like the unsteady footing of a seagull.

Fujiwara Izaya would call this: beauty in motion.