I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"You know that already."

"Oh, you've got some nerve!" Amaterasu sneered.

"That's true, but if they really won't let you see it, you have plenty of ways to deal with it."

"Really?" Amaterasu was somewhat puzzled, looking down at her chest. "Why are you saying all this? Whether I let you see or not is none of your business. Don't try to fathom the will of a god with the mind of a mortal."

Fujiwara Izaya's words seemed to have no effect on her at all.

But he became even more enthusiastic.

“How could it be unrelated? When I was four or five years old, I saw it once by chance. It was when you were changing clothes in my room. Although I saw it through the crack in the door, that beautiful shape still appears in my mind to this day.”

"why?"

"Because I matured early, and also because of your status..."

“Oh right, I am the supreme god…” Amaterasu nodded thoughtfully, then subtly shrank her shoulders. “You wouldn’t be confessing your feelings like this, would you?”

“Well, you and I have been very close for a long time.” As he spoke, Fujiwara Izaya reached out and hugged her tightly. “I think it was at that time that my biggest dream was to have Amaterasu bear the surname ‘Fujiwara’.”

"Forget it, you're just trying to scare me."

"Perhaps there's also the desire to surpass my father's feelings at play."

"Surpass what?"

“He’s been my idol since I was a child, he’s practically omnipotent. But now, the Amaterasu Ōmikami that he couldn’t handle, I can handle…” As soon as he said it, Fujiwara Rin realized that he had suddenly blurted out an inappropriate remark, perhaps because he was too excited.

Are you sure you can handle it?

Amaterasu smiled faintly, opened her large eyes, and stared intently at Fujiwara Izaya.

"I think it's about 50/50," Fujiwara Izaya said, scratching his head.

Is this what it feels like to pour out one's heart? To put it bluntly, Amaterasu quite enjoyed it; the atmosphere of the conversation was exceptionally intimate. Whether Fujiwara Rin was behaving properly or making small, unexpected gestures, it stirred up her inner emotions, as if she were enveloped in gentleness.

Ultimately, life in Takamagahara was rather dull. Even someone as noble as Amaterasu might not have as fulfilling a life as an ordinary woman in the mortal realm.

As she left, patterns of void fracture appeared in front of her.

Within those patterns, fireworks and colorful clouds crisscross and shimmer, creating an extremely beautiful and vibrant scene, from which one can vaguely glimpse a corner of Takamagahara.

“I have a question,” Amaterasu said, hovering in the air, turning back with a smile, “Who usually makes the decisions in your family?”

"Uh……"

Fujiwara Izaya was caught in a dilemma.

Out of pride, he naturally wanted to say that he was in charge.

But in reality... for now, it's Mrs. Mei who has the final say, and maybe Mrs. Himeko will have the final say in the future... In any case, it's not up to him, a henpecked husband, to speak up.

"Forget it, you coward." Amaterasu waved her hand. "From now on, I'm in charge, you hear me? If you're not convinced... with your level, how dare you not be convinced... Just focus on your cultivation and see if you can one day ride on the head of the supreme god."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure fell into the colorful sunset.

Fujiwara Izaya stared at her.

Her graceful figure, bathed in fiery rain, her long, jet-black hair dancing against the flames, was absolutely stunning.

Fujiwara no Amaterasu...that's a pretty good name!

Thinking of this, he immediately felt refreshed and strode back to the two chairmen with an air of nonchalance.

The sliding door was open, and the two mothers-in-law sat at the tea table.

Their radiant beauty seemed to illuminate the dimness of the room.

The gentle and dignified Hoshimi Miko puffed out her cheeks and stared at him without saying a word.

The elegant and beautiful Kasahara Himeko crossed her arms and said coldly, "We thought you were so bewitched by Omikami that you couldn't find your way back."

Fujiwara Izaya shrank back, then changed the subject, asking, "When are we going back to land?"

"Oh, in a little while." Mrs. Hoshimi's expression was slightly resentful.

Mrs. Kasahara raised an eyebrow: "Once you get ashore, get to Nasu Highlands immediately."

"Alright!" Fujiwara Izaya returned to their midst with a smile.

Whether it's Himeko's passionate and beautiful eyes or Miko's delicate and gentle femininity, both can make people feel happy, a sweet sentiment that lingers in the heart.

"Before I depart, could the two chairpersons see me off?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"How do you want to put this into practice?" Mrs. Kasahara asked.

Her sensual lips, high nose, and dark eyes all seemed to be smiling.

“Dance for me!” Fujiwara Izaya straightened his back and said with high spirits, “And then… cook me a bowl of lotus seed porridge for breakfast.”

The two ladies exchanged a glance, their emotions unspoken.

"Remembering the waka poems of yesteryear, repeatedly singing of that humble, insignificant ball of hemp thread, turning the past into the present..."

A clear and thin singing voice rang out, lingering in the ears.

The two chairpersons, with their long sleeves fluttering, began to dance gracefully.

Their attire at this moment was a magnificent garment conjured by divine power: shōe hats, kimono underskirts embroidered with gold leaf and inlaid with gold and silver threads, gold-edged sashes, and so on… They tiptoed, gently lifting their skirts as they twirled in the candlelight, their fluttering garments like withered butterflies. Their delicate skin shone like snow in the clusters of lamplight, exuding a captivating charm.

"The cherry blossoms fall, the wind blows like snow, the gentle breeze carries the scent of flowers. Please visit the ruins of A-Jing, please visit the ruins of A-Jing."

In the candlelight, their hair emitted a gentle glow.

Like shadows following each other, they danced the same steps, and the charming love story of Minamoto no Yoshitsune and Shizuka Gozen was beautifully and romantically portrayed by them.

Fujiwara Izaya's thoughts were wandering.

In the secluded town, he had already come to understand firsthand what kind of person the Queen Consort was. At that time, she, too, wore a nostalgic dance costume and danced, possessing unparalleled beauty.

The two chairpersons' graceful dance gradually came to a stop.

Amidst the flickering candlelight, Mrs. Kasahara leaped over, as nimble as a sprite in the lamplight.

Her face, with its crimson lips and pearly white teeth, and her snow-white, delicate skin, bloomed like a flower before Fujiwara Izaya's eyes. She wiped the sweat from her brow, lazily leaning against the table, her crimson dress draped over her again. As she wiped her sweat, the red silk fell down, obscuring her stunning beauty.

Fujiwara Izaya looked at her.

Wearing a red flannel pajama set and a knitted shawl draped over her shoulders, she looked like a little girl.

After Mrs. Hoshimi sat down, her expression seemed to suggest that she wanted to say something, but she didn't. Suddenly, she revealed a shy demeanor.

Being so close, Fujiwara Izaya seemed to feel her body temperature.

“I’d like to have another chance to talk to you…” she said softly.

Mrs. Kasahara turned her head warily: "What are you talking about?"

"What's it to you..." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her best friend, both amused and exasperated.

"Miko's business is my business!" Mrs. Kasahara casually put her arm around her shoulder, then glared at Fujiwara Izaya. "Don't even think about bullying Miko behind her back!"

"It's always you who bullies her..." Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself.

"Himeko~"

Mrs. Hoshimi's eyes, clear and cool with a hint of mist, were slightly unfocused.

The usually aloof and elegant chairperson now looked rather charming, which delighted Mrs. Kasahara, who couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek: "Miko belongs to my sister, and no one can take her away!"

"you--"

Mrs. Hoshimi gasped softly, her delicate cheeks flushed a fiery red.

"You guys take your time fighting, I'm going out for a bit." To avoid getting caught in the crossfire, Fujiwara Rin quickly got up and slipped away. As he reached the door, he turned back to add, "Remember, lotus seed porridge, I'll be back for it later."

The sliding door closed slowly.

As his steady, endearing footsteps faded into the distance, the two chairpersons stopped their playful banter and looked at each other, their faces close together. After a moment, they reached some kind of agreement and broke into beautiful smiles.

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As he walked onto the ship's side corridor once again, Fujiwara Izaya seemed somewhat absent-minded.

He bit his hand hard, almost leaving teeth marks, to suppress the urge to turn back.

"Hurry up and become a god..." he told himself. Things were unfolding so naturally; judging from his demeanor, he showed no resistance, and the chairman didn't object. Only after becoming a god and possessing a long lifespan would the constraints of moral principles gradually disappear...

As we walked, we arrived at the deck again.

The chill of autumn wind swept in, like the cold light of stars, chilling and biting.

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly quickened his pace.

At the end of the deck, he saw a figure.

Under the cool starry sky, the senior student stood at the bow of the ship, gazing into the distance. Her slender figure was as pure and clear as snow untouched by the world.

"Hey, how dangerous! This is ridiculous!" Fujiwara Izaya shouted, but in a sweet tone.

Hoshimi Rinko turned around and glanced at him.

She wore a dark blue pleated long skirt, with her top tucked into the waistband and tied with a belt. A diagonal bow was tied at the back, accentuating her incredibly slender waist.

The sea breeze blew by, and her dress fluttered in the air, outlining the graceful curves of her hips and back, making her appear even more youthful and beautiful.

“Come up,” she said softly.

"You want to be like Ruth too?"

"Um, this..."

"sure?"

“If others can learn it, why can’t I?” Hoshimi Rinko said, her demeanor full of girlish innocence.

Fujiwara Izaya laughed and said, "That's good, Senpai has always been too rational in the past..."

"Humph!"

Rinko Hoshimi turned to look at the sea.

Her dark blue dress clung to her back as she faced Fujiwara Izaya.

The delicate bow cinched her waist, making it appear even more slender and her curves even more alluring.

Fujiwara Izaya jumped onto the bow of the boat, hugged her from behind, and shouted towards the sea: "I am the king of the world—"