At the dining table covered with a pure white tablecloth, Kasahara Fuka-Eri was cooking red prawns.
He has a tall figure that is five centimeters taller than the average Japanese male. He is wearing a black police uniform and a tight-fitting mini skirt. The perfect leg line extending from under the skirt firmly attracts the attention of the men around him.
The back and knees can remind people of a character similar to a "female officer" at a glance.
There are many ways to describe beauty.
To describe her as "rare" or "amazing", Fujiwara Izaya thought that no one would object, but he would rather use the word "handsome" to describe her. After all, this sister's cold temperament and sharp eyes made her
There is nothing weak about her beautiful appearance.
"Miss Kasahara," Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward to say hello, "Do you have any delicious recommendations?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri ignored him, but held up a goblet filled with water and sipped it like a lonely brave man.
"It's not what I want to eat," Fujiwara Izaya picked up a piece of watermelon and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it and said, "It was the two directors who asked me to come over and get the food. Besides, you don't want me to get something bad."
Give it to your mother?"
"You are so infuriating!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri cursed in a smooth voice and reported her mother's taste.
Caviar seafood sashimi, seafood soup, Frankfurter sausage, medium-rare Kobe steak... Fujiwara Izaya followed her instructions and filled a large plate with food.
When he was about to leave, a fat middle-aged woman saw him and greeted him curiously: "Sorry, you are not the young master of the Tsuchimikado family, are you?"
"No." Fujiwara Izaya finally took a small ice bucket and held it in his hand.
"I'm sorry." The middle-aged woman smiled sheepishly, "You have a very good temperament. I subconsciously thought you were from the Tsuchimikado family."
Fujiwara Izaya said politely: "It doesn't matter."
Then, he looked at Kasahara Fuka-Eri who also had a large plate of dishes next to him: "Who do you want to eat with?"
"I'm alone." Kasahara Fuka-Eri was so cold that she didn't want to look at him head-on.
"This...?" Fujiwara Izaya stared blankly at the portion she was holding, which was enough for three people.
The waiter came up with new dishes and replenished the table. Not far away, a young woman laughed loudly. Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned to look at him amidst the laughter and said in a voice lacking in cadence: "My stomach,
It’s the monk’s alms bag.”
Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed: "This metaphor is quite my style!"
"I didn't say that," Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked in the direction of her mother, her voice a little warmer, "I'm a good eater, and my stomach seems to be able to hold as much as I want. My mother said I was a monk's alms bag."
"Mrs. Kasahara's metaphor is quite my style!" Fujiwara Izaya immediately changed his mind.
"Don't get close to my family!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri warned.
"If you are worried, you can come and listen," Fujiwara Izaya replied with a smile. Just when he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered that Asuka had changed clothes for an hour without seeing anyone, and couldn't help but look puzzled.
Looking at this sister: "Your sister..."
"I was rushed to the temple to receive tourists."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri seemed to read his thoughts at once and told him the truth directly.
After that, she walked away with the food in her hand, and the direction she walked was exactly the direction to the worship hall. Along the way, no one who passed by her did not look back at her.
Men usually respond with admiration, while women look with a mixture of admiration and hostility.
But with that cold temperament with the words "No strangers allowed" floating all over her body as armor, no one dared to come forward and talk to her.
"If you care, then why are you so blunt..." Fujiwara Izaya said with emotion, and walked to the verandah with food and drinks to go to the appointment of the two ladies.
Halfway through, the trendy young man from before suddenly came out with a group of people, blocking the front aggressively.
"Fujiwara Izaya!"
"You are the culprit!"
"Come on, let's beat him."
Facing the crowds of his peers, Fujiwara Izaya calmly shouted to the eaves of the corridor: "Boss of the directors, can I have a fight first and then send you the food?"
As soon as these words came out, the juniors left in a hurry before the two ladies could reply.
"He's very good at taking advantage of situations." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at the young man walking towards him with his slender legs with a smile.
Mrs. Kasahara pointedly commented: "I'm full of evil thoughts, maybe I secretly plotted against the two of us."
"Has the chairman guessed all this?" Fujiwara Izaya put the dinner plate on the table in front of the two of them, and when he saw that there was a place for him between the two of them, he sat down.
"Did he underestimate us too much?" Mrs. Kasahara turned to ask Mrs. Hoshimi.
"It's time to take care of him." Mrs. Hoshimi nodded and replied, "Come closer and I'll tell you how to educate him."
As he said that, the two ladies leaned out and whispered behind Fujiwara Izaya. It seemed that they might not have really prepared a package of plots waiting for him.
Fujiwara Izaya took out champagne and juice from the ice bucket.
He poured champagne for the two ladies, and he poured a glass of juice for himself, adding two ice cubes and throwing them in.
As time gradually approached noon, the two ladies finally agreed to stay at Kasahara's house on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and at Hoshimi's house on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays.
"One more day?" Fujiwara Izaya spit out the watermelon juice on the table.
"One more day, I want you to go to Class 9 and experience Fuka-Eri's special devil training." Mrs. Kasahara shook the champagne in the glass gracefully, the ice cubes clanked in the glass, and bubbles continued to float up.
With her calm and elegant demeanor, even Fujiwara Izaya, who had seen many beauties, had to admire her noble lady temperament.
"I hope the two directors will show mercy..." Fujiwara Izaya begged, and then went straight to the point, "Or, before educating me, tell me about the past of Asakusa Shrine?"
"Tell me Yako, I'm a little hungry." After saying that, Mrs. Kasahara began to eat the steak. Her posture when using the knife and fork was very authentic and graceful.
She focused on the delicious Kobe beef and looked innocent, as if she was really hungry.
"What do you want me to say~"
Mrs. Hoshimi murmured and flicked the tall glass with her slender fingers. The sound that should have been crisp and sweet had a dull chill for some reason.
The short time it takes for all the sounds to dissipate is such that no one else can intervene.
Fujiwara Izaya could only wait with bated breath.
After a while, there was only the sound of sizzling bubbles in the glass. Mrs. Hoshimi picked up the champagne, drank it slowly, and then pushed the glass to Fujiwara Izaya.
Fujiwara Izaya filled her with champagne again.
The wine is golden yellow, elegant and crystal clear.
"Do you know Natsuki Rin?" Mrs. Hoshimi put her fingers on her temples, thought for a moment and then spoke, "The last miko of Asakusa Shrine, a genius miko, was a half-demon."
Fujiwara Izaya tightened his lips and nodded silently.
"Where is Natsuki Manakawa?" she asked again.
Fujiwara Izaya shook his head.
In fact, I know it.
That was his biological grandmother, but she had been dead for many years and he had never seen her.
"She is Natsuki Rin's mother..." Mrs. Hoshimi held up the wine glass and looked at Fujiwara Izaya through the wine. Her expression seemed to be immersed in the memories of the distant past, and there were slight ripples in her eyes from time to time.
"About forty or fifty years ago, Natsuki Manakawa was the most powerful shrine maiden in Shintoism, and Asakusa Shrine was also the strongest shrine. In addition to its large scale and many priests, Asakusa Shrine also enshrines the eight-foot magatama."
"The eight-foot magatama, one of the three artifacts?"
Fujiwara Izaya screamed in surprise.
"Yes, one of the three artifacts, a supreme treasure that has miraculous effects on the soul." Mrs. Hoshimi took a sip of champagne, put down the glass, and looked back at him: "Songtoku was attracted by the eight-foot magatama and went to Asakusa.
It was stolen from the shrine, but was noticed by Natsuki Manakawa. The most powerful miko and the most powerful monster started a thrilling battle."
"What's the result?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"The result is half and half, no one can do anything to anyone." Mrs. Hoshimi brushed the bangs on her forehead with her thin white wrist, and smiled softly, "Being tied with Chongde, what a great achievement.
It's a pity that I wasn't born yet, otherwise I would have witnessed the most powerful miko in history."
"I feel the same way." Mrs. Kasahara interjected, and then continued to eat the steak gracefully with her small mouth.
"Well, I probably understand." Fujiwara Izaya nodded, accepted the setting that his grandmother was the strongest miko in history, and continued to ask: "What happened next? Since Natsuki Manakawa is so powerful, why are there no legends about her deeds now?
"
"At the end of the battle at Asakusa Shrine, Sotoku played a trick and controlled a priest to steal the eight-foot magatama." Mrs. Hoshimi tapped the glass a few times with the tip of her fingernail, "Natsuki Manakawa went to
Chasing Chongde, one man and one demon went all the way north, and finally disappeared in the snow forest of Hokkaido. What happened after that was seven years later."
Fujiwara Izaya frowned and digested this matter silently.
The juice that was poured at the beginning was still untouched, the ice cubes in the glass melted, and a layer of water droplets seeped out from the wall of the glass.
"In the seven years since Natsuki Manakawa disappeared, Asakusa Shrine has been sparing no effort to search for her traces. Finally..." At this point, Mrs. Hoshimi suddenly stopped and looked at Fujiwara Izaya meaningfully and laughed.
That look seemed to say that she wouldn't say a word unless he begged.
"Is it fun to tease a child?" Mrs. Kasahara complained to her disdainfully.
Mrs. Hoshimi immediately retorted: "I don't know who is so shameless, letting a child call her sister."
"Who just lost their dignity and competed with me for their younger brother?" Mrs. Kasahara teased in a joking tone with an elegant face on her face.
"Fujiwara-kun, let me ask a question," Mrs. Hoshimi asked Fujiwara Izaya. "If two of us fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?"
"?"
The ancient problem of God falling into the water!
Fujiwara Izaya said simply: "Knock two of them unconscious with one stick, and then drag them back at the same time."
"Greedy!" Mrs. Hoshimi said dissatisfied.
"Hey, don't ask for two at a time!" Mrs. Kasahara scolded.
At this time, the two noble ladies did not have the grace of a noble lady at all. Instead, they looked like unruly girls of seventeen or eighteen years old.
besides……
What do you mean you can’t have two at a time?
"Chairman Kasahara," Fujiwara Izaya asked her tiredly, "Asuka's character, could I have learned it from you?"
"After all, we are mother and daughter..." Mrs. Kasahara covered the corners of her mouth with a napkin and smiled. She suddenly thought of something and gently closed her hands: "It's a rare opportunity to be together, so why don't we go play golf in the afternoon?
Bar."
"I'll call Rinzi." Mrs. Hoshimi immediately took out her cell phone.
"Ask your daughter to help out, haha!" Mrs. Kasahara smiled disdainfully and held out two fingers: "Two to one, Yako, you lost again."
Fujiwara Izaya tapped his cup with his fork: "I'm off topic!"
"Don't be mean..." Mrs. Kasahara looked at him aggrievedly.
She assumed the posture of such a weak little woman, with only the charming charm of a beautiful lady. Even steel could be melted into finger-wrap, and dry ice would evaporate in front of her.
Fujiwara Izaya simply shut up and said nothing.
His eyes looked at her for a while, and then at Mrs. Hoshimi, as if if you don't say anything, I will ignore you.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." A faint smile appeared on Mrs. Kasahara's lips, and she spoke slowly, "Asakusa Shrine has been looking for Natsuki Manakawa for seven years, and finally found her in Hokkaido. But when she found her, she
Next to him was a six-year-old girl with golden hair and golden pupils."
That was her mother when she was a child... Fujiwara Izaya's chest tightened instantly.
"There is no doubt that that is Natsuki Manakawa and Chongtoku's child. Her name is Natsuki Rin." Mrs. Kasahara's voice was elegant and clear. Although the volume was not loud, it still rang throughout the courtyard.
In an instant, countless gazes were cast towards this side.
This is a name that is almost taboo and involves too much of the past.
Mrs. Hoshimi was no exception. She lamented: "Natsuki Manakawa was forcibly taken back to Asakusa Shrine, while Natsuki Rin was left in Hokkaido with only one servant to take care of her."
After hearing these words, Fujiwara Izaya took a deep breath and put his hands into fists on his knees.
"Not long after Natsuki Manakawa returned to Asakusa Shrine, the disaster happened." Mrs. Hoshimi narrowed her eyes and tilted her head slightly. She recalled it for a few seconds, then shrugged, probably feeling disappointed, and continued: "In Chongtoku
Under the call of the demon king, all demons gathered at Asakusa Shrine, and a battle between humans and demons began."
Mrs. Kasahara added: "After being bombed in World War II, Tokyo has once again suffered a serious, unnatural disaster."
"What's the result?" Fujiwara Izaya asked in a hoarse voice.
"Natsuki Manakawa died, Chongtoku was sealed, and the military, Section 9, and Yin Yang Lao suffered casualties of more than 20,000 people." Mrs. Kasahara gave a bloody answer.
Although he was mentally prepared, Fujiwara Izaya was still frightened by this number.
"You know why people have opinions about Asakusa Shrine." Mrs. Kasahara reached out and patted his shoulder comfortingly.
"understand."
Fujiwara Izaya nodded.
But then he took a deep breath and added: "I will change the impression in their minds."
"This is difficult." Mrs. Kasahara said, "You have never communicated with your peers before, so you don't feel much about their prejudices, and they are happy to treat you as the elephant in the room. But when you rebuilt Asakusa Shrine, those
The old guy's inner memory will revive, and they will no longer turn a blind eye to you, they will jump out on their own initiative."
"You won't be able to bear it," Mrs. Hoshimi warned, "it's better to get out as soon as possible and be an ordinary person."
Fujiwara Izaya shook his head: "Although my rationality, common sense, and instincts all warned me that I should get out as soon as possible. I am originally a cautious ordinary person who doesn't like gambling and taking risks. I can say that I am a coward. But this time, I
I cannot retreat. Natsuki Rin is an extremely important person to me. Her long-cherished wish is to restore Asakusa Shrine to its glory in her mother's era. I cannot retreat just because of fear."
"It's a good thing to have courage," something like a smile appeared on the corner of Mrs. Kasahara's mouth, but her tone was still not relaxed at all, "but you have to recognize the reality clearly. What is in front of you may be a life with nothing.
road."
"Hey, you two chairman," Fujiwara Izaya asked, "do you know how many days a person can live if he only drinks water and eats nothing else?"
The two ladies had expressions of incomprehension on their faces.
"Actually, there are people who survived for 21 days. It happened during the Russian Revolution." Fujiwara Izaya answered seriously.
"It must be very painful." Mrs. Kasahara asked.
"Definitely. That person was saved, but he lost all his teeth and hair."
Thinking about the miserable situation, Mrs. Hoshimi couldn't bear to say: "Even if I am saved, I'm afraid I won't be able to live a meaningful life anymore."
"It doesn't matter if you have no teeth or hair. As long as you have a wig and dentures, you can still live a meaningful life." Fujiwara Izaya cleared his throat, "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, people will always live in high spirits in this world.
This is my life creed that I have determined since I was born.”
"Have you had a creed of life since you were born? It's amazing." Mrs. Kasahara laughed crisply and cheerfully.
"No wonder Rinzi said you are a very interesting person." Hoshimi leaned over his mother's shoulder and bumped his shoulder like a good brother.
A faint fragrance floated over, the same as the smell of my senior sister, it was the fragrance of gardenia.
"I am an extremely ordinary person, I just like reading." Fujiwara Izaya slowly picked up the juice on the table, took a sip, and then leaned back to ensure that he could see the two wives at the same time: "Especially history
Books on the subject, so the two chairman of the board, can you talk with me about the Spanish Civil War? Otherwise, the Russian Revolution will also work."
Both ladies ignored this unromantic topic.
Mrs. Kasahara looked at Mrs. Hoshimi and asked her: "Do you think this child is an optimist or a confident person? Or is he simply a fool?"
"Let time make the final decision!" Mrs. Hoshimi held up the champagne and looked at Fujiwara Izaya, "If you can restore Asakusa Shrine to its former glory, our two chairmanships will elevate you to the position of chairman. After all, it was originally
It’s a seat at Asakusa Shrine. If you can’t, or if you die, we will treat the investment as a failure.”
"I bet he can succeed!" Mrs. Kasahara held up her wine glass confidently.
Fujiwara Izaya raised his juice glass.
"Cheers~"
The three cups touched together and made a crisp sound.
"Don't die."
"How could he die so easily?"
"I also wanted you to teach Asuka well."
"...Well, Rinko is so good, I'm embarrassed to use this excuse to blackmail Fujiwara-kun."
The two ladies were silent for a moment.
Then, Mrs. Kasahara raised her eyebrows and said sarcastically: "My Fuka-Eri is better."
"No matter how good he is, he comes later." Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile, "Rinko started taking action a year ago. The future Chairman Fujiwara is destined to be our ally in Hachiman Palace."
"Ha," Mrs. Kasahara sneered, "If you can still lose two against one, I will call you sister from now on!"
"It's a deal!" Mrs. Xingjian said confidently.
The two ladies stretched out their hands at the same time, and clapped their white and tender palms together in front of Fujiwara Izaya: "Yeah~"
Fujiwara Izaya felt that he should say something.
Otherwise, it would really be like a piece of pork on the chopping board, watching the two of them cutting it horizontally and vertically, discussing how to divide it up.
But after thinking about it, he finally just yawned happily.
"Ah~"
The bright sunshine in May shines down on the white tablecloth, reflecting the dazzling eyes.
In the courtyard at noon on this holiday, they were in the swaying sea of light, just like a beautiful scene in a movie.