I, the god, recruit witches to make money

The summer evening breeze blew across the small courtyard, lifting the girl's jet-black hair. She raised her head, and stared at the impenetrable darkness with lifeless eyes.

Today is the early summer festival and everyone is very busy. For a person like her with disabled hands and feet and blind eyes, staying in the shrine would just cause trouble, so she'd better stay at home.

This is the best option.

Having said that, I still feel a little lonely because Nobunaga is not around.

Komori Aoi sighed and reached for the crutch beside her with her right hand, trying to get up from the corridor and go to the toilet.

Being blind does not affect her ability to walk around the house. The topography of the house and the arrangement of every piece of furniture are already deeply engraved in her mind.

She turned around and tried to go back into the house.

"Xiao Kui."

Suddenly a familiar voice sounded in the corridor. She paused and tilted her head to ask, "Lord God, why are you here?"

"Everyone is having fun at the festival. You must be bored at home alone. I'm coming to pick you up. Komori and the others are about to do the Kagura dance."

Bai Shi explained, and held out his hand, saying, "Let's go."

"Oh," Komori Aoi replied subconsciously.

He grabbed her slender shoulders and used the Dragon Step to leave.

……

jingle!

As soon as Kiryuin Miya stepped on the stage, she twisted her waist, waved the Kagura bell with her hands, and the colorful ribbons fluttered, and her dance was full of power.

The strong wind spread to the audience below, and outside the circle of people, it had turned into a thin breeze, blowing across Komori Aoi's cheek. Her shoulders were held down, "Sit down, I'll get a chair here."

"Ah."

Komori Aoi sat down, with darkness before her eyes and the sounds of the crowd, the crisp ringing of Kagura bells and the sound of taiko drums coming from the speakers under the stage, all sounding like the hustle and bustle of a festival.

"Master God, all I heard was people praising Gui Long Yuan and Shen Nagi. Didn't Jun play?"

"She was on stage, but her Kagura dance was very quiet. People who like this style don't talk much."

Shiraishi answered gently and took out his phone to record a video. He didn't intend to upload it to YouTube, but simply wanted to send it to Jing as agreed.

He hasn't updated many videos these days as he's preparing for the early summer festival.

During the initial training, the three of them uploaded an extremely stiff dance, and the number of views was not ideal.

There is no shortage of beauties on the Internet these days. If you are not a true fan, it is impossible to have the patience to watch a ten-minute long Kagura dance.

Then, he left a message on his personal homepage, saying that he would shoot the video after the festival.

"Really."

There was a hint of disappointment on Komori Aoi's face. Jun used to be not such a quiet person, but very cheerful and outgoing.

The child changed after meeting the God of Spring.

Thinking of those unhappy things, she felt a little depressed and changed the subject: "How was the dance of Kaminagi and Kiryuin?"

“Kaminagi’s Kagura dance style is very shiny, like a golden knife.

Her expression was more of a threat to the gods than a way of pleasing them. If you don’t fulfill my wish, I will chop you to death.”

Shiraishi looked at the girl on the stage who was wielding the Kagura bell as if it were a sword. The simple movement of her body had a charm that made people unable to look away.

Although it is not as fantastic as Jing's, it also has a strong personal style.

Kiryuin Misae even turned the Kagura dance into a karate performance, infusing every move with her strength, and when she landed, people couldn't help but worry that the stage would collapse.

Jun Komori's style is quiet, he dances very quietly. This silence, like flowing water, becomes conspicuous because of the strong styles of the other two.

"I really want to see it." Xiao Sen Kui sighed, then came to her senses and said, "Lord God, please don't tell Chun what you just said. This is our secret."

"Well, you will see it one day. I have recorded it. You will be able to see it when you are better."

Bai Shi comforted her gently, saying that he did not use the Butterfly Transformation Technique to forcibly restore Komori Aoi's hands, feet and eyes because the risk was too great.

The power of the God of Spring conflicted with his Dharma thoughts. Even if it was just a little bit, this body would experience death, and his Dharma thoughts won.

If her body came back to life, would she still be Komori Aoi? If she was the same person he created...

Thinking of that person, Bai Shi's mood turned bad.

Komori Aoi couldn't help but ask, "Lord God, can I really hold on to that kind of hope?"

Shiraishi came back to his senses and rubbed her head with his hand, "Komori is training for that. When the time comes, I will help too."

"The Lord God is really reliable."

"Who makes me an adult?"

Komori Aoi's mouth corners slightly raised, she was very happy in her heart, but she didn't want him and Komori to meet the God of Spring.

It was so terrifying that it could not be described. It was like a twisted, incomprehensible high-dimensional world. Just one look at it would make one's mind and body begin to collapse.

This is the thought left by Komori Aoi, but the specific memory has long been forgotten.

"Lord God."

"What's wrong?" Bai Shi asked.

Komori Aoi blushed slightly and whispered, "Um, I want to go to the toilet..."

ps: Thanks for the reward from Mr. Fan

Chapter 48: Meaningless things become meaningful after a while

The night is getting darker.

Pilgrims who come to watch the Kagura dance come and go in groups. The Kagura dance lasts for four hours, and it is very demanding on the dancers' skills to ensure that everyone can watch the entire process.

Jun Komori is okay, her style is steady and long-lasting, she is stable from the beginning to the end without any major mistakes.

Kiryuin Misae and Kaminagi Rin are unstable. Their overly intense styles drain their minds greatly.

It’s okay for a short time, but it’s not easy to persist for a long time.

After three hours, they were too exhausted to express anything through dancing and could only grit their teeth and continue dancing.

At this time, every minute and every second is torture.

The dance came to an end when the speakers under the stage stopped making any sound.

Kiryuin Misaya breathed a sigh of relief and felt sweat pouring out if she twisted the shrine maiden's uniform hard.

Hot and tired, she swallowed, took back the Kagura bell, and did not forget to bow in the direction of the worship hall, then walked backwards.

Chirp.

A bunch of fireworks rose from behind and exploded in the air, forming colorful fire.

"Is that the sound of fireworks?"

Komori Aoi raised her head.

Shiraishi rubbed her head and smiled, "Well, the early summer festival is over."

Fireworks are fleeting, and so are grand festivals.

After today, the people of Nohara City will return to their daily routine, waiting for unexpected events to strike at any time.

Shiraishi watched the crowd leaving and gradually returning to the deserted shrine, feeling a mixture of emotions. He paused the video and saved the dance.

"elder sister."

As soon as Jun Komori stepped off the stage, she bypassed the pilgrims and ran over here. Her crimson eyes revealed a hint of anticipation as she asked, "Lord God, what do you think of our performance tonight?"

“You dance very well.”

Shiraishi gave her a thumbs up and praised her, and said to the back: "Kannagi, Kiryuin, you almost didn't make it to the end."

"I'm sorry." Kiryuin Misae wiped the sweat off her face with her hand, her wheat-colored face full of helplessness, "My practice is not enough."

"Yeah, it gets harder to hold on as time goes on."

Kaminagi Rin echoed, her face full of fatigue.

Bai Shi said sternly: "It's because you don't know how to restrain yourself.

Remember, when you are fighting, don't just think about finishing with one strike, you need to have the patience to fight a protracted war."

"Hi." They answered in unison.

"Bai Shi kid, it's time to go to the celebration party."

Kawamura was there waving.

"I'm coming." Bai Shi replied, not bothering to teach them a lesson, "I'm going to attend the celebration banquet, you guys stay at the shrine and rest."

Guilongyuan Meiya pouted and said, "Master Shenzhu, you promised me that you would not drink too much."

"Don't worry, I'm drinking beer this time."

Bai Shi was a little embarrassed and explained to her: "I have never been drunk at the celebration banquet in previous years."

"Oh~" Kiryuin Misae deliberately dragged out the last word to express her doubt about the Lord's drinking capacity.

Bai Shi raised his hand to hit her on the forehead, but she saw that something was wrong and turned around and ran back, "It's too hot, I'm going to go back and take a shower and change clothes."

Shiraishi put his hand down. The girl became more and more disrespectful and said, "Kanagi, Komori, bring the money you earned today to my room."

"Hi." The two nodded in response.

"Go to bed early and don't wait for me to come back."

After saying this, Shiraishi turned and walked towards the stairs, joined the staff of Nohara Town Association, and headed towards the Yamaguchi household.

Every year's celebration banquet is held in the courtyard of the president's home, with plenty of beer and skewers to eat as much as you want.

If he didn't take part in this good opportunity to eat and drink for free, he would be unworthy of the name Bai.

……

The noisy celebration lasted until half past eleven, leaving a mess of garbage on the ground.

Everyone had a great time.

Shiraishi sent Kawamura home. The old man drank a little too much and his face was red. He was quiet for a while and then he started yelling again, "We are already at the doorstep, get out of my way, a little bit of wine is nothing.

Back then, the six of us drank 11 cases and nothing happened.”

"Stop bragging. If I don't hold you up, you'll fall to the ground in a minute."

Bai Shi replied unhappily.

“I’m not bragging.”

Kawamura emphasized loudly, and said drunkenly: "Boy, do you know what the significance of the early summer festival is?"

As Shiraishi opened the door, he answered, "I heard from Jing that this is to commemorate the arrival of summer and for people to express their gratitude to the gods."

"Haha, there's no point in the early summer festival."

Kawamura laughed heartily and revealed with a prank-like look on his face, “The so-called early summer festival was a festival that was thought up by a group of bored teenagers seventy years ago.

Oh, by the way, the person who first proposed it was Dashu. He has liked playing pranks since he was a child, and everyone thought he was joking.

Unexpectedly, he really did it, and Nohara Shrine held its first early summer festival the following year.

We always gathered together to laugh at the sacred expressions on the faces of the residents and foreign tourists. "

At this point, Kawamura's eyes became moist and he took a deep breath, as if he was back in that summer when the croaking of frogs was so annoying.

They went out without telling their parents, without any purpose, they just ran around Nohara City at night, but they were laughing happily.

Although I was beaten badly by the adults when I got back.

I really miss my mother's clothes hanger. Kawamura sighed in his heart. It was impossible to be beaten again. "Shiraishi, can you continue this prank?"

"How can I stop this profitable business?"

"Yeah, that's great."

Kawamura lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

"Old man, you..." Bai Shi's expression was somewhat solemn, and he stretched out his hand to test the other person's breath.