I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 244 - 117. After the tea party, I had a meal at McDonald’s with Sister Fukaeri_3

Chapter 244: 117. After the tea party, I had a meal at McDonald’s with Sister Fukaeri_3

"You must have reached some sort of agreement with her," Fujiwara Reya asserted, "otherwise, after what happened with me, you wouldn’t have refrained from getting angry. You know, Inspector Suzuki mentioned how you’re not one to show mercy to those who upset you."

"That guy..." Kasahara Fumi furrowed her brow.

"He’s alright, maybe a bit smooth-talking, but that’s exactly what you need right now," Fujiwara Reya said, "at least if you create a mess during a case, he can clean it up for you well enough."

"Mm."

Kasahara Fumi unusually displayed a meek demeanor.

"Let me look into your eyes," Fujiwara Reya suddenly said.

"..." Kasahara Fumi quickly glanced back out the window.

Her reflection in the glass, with her dark eyelashes, made her complexion appear even more captivating. Fujiwara Reya watched her as she subtly shook her head from side to side, warning him to look away, while a blush crept onto her cheeks—perhaps this time, she was truly feeling shy.

There was a brief silence.

The sound of raindrops hitting the window grew increasingly intense.

"I’m not good at speaking with people..." Kasahara Fumi shrugged, glimpsing at his profile, "Sorry, just as I won’t reveal your secrets to others, I can’t speak about Kuri’s matters either."

"Haha."

Fujiwara Reya laughed happily.

"Why are you laughing so much?" Kasahara Fumi curiously turned her head, looking at him for the first time since getting in the car.

"I think I’ve figured out how to get you to talk." Fujiwara Reya gazed at her delightedly, with her fiery kimono and flaming orange hair, this woman was so graceful and elegant.

"So strange." Kasahara Fumi didn’t pursue the question.

She lowered her head slightly, leaned forward onto the dashboard, her face hiding within her orange hair.

The car’s interior light illuminated her pale nape, akin to smooth white porcelain dusted with a hint of blush, alluringly rosy.

"Where to?" Fujiwara Reya asked, tapping the car.

"Find a place to eat," Kasahara Fumi said in a low voice, her head down, "I haven’t eaten tonight, I’m a bit hungry."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever you like, I’m fine with anything."

The Ferrari left the parking lot, gradually merging into the avenue.

Tokyo was very crowded at this time, only after turning onto the metropolitan expressway did it become slightly smoother.

The rain was quite heavy, and as Fujiwara Reya watched the windshield wipers sweep back and forth, a fleeting thought of escaping Tokyo crossed his mind.

"Shall we go to Kamakura?" he asked.

"Hmm?" Kasahara Fumi turned her head in confusion.

"Don’t you think the scene is romantic, driving this car on a rainy night, like a movie scene?"

"A crime film?"

"Not a crime, but a couple in love escaping the city to go somewhere else."

After Fujiwara Reya finished speaking, Kasahara Fumi said after a while: "It feels more suitable to call us fugitives." freewebnσvel.cøm

"That’s not impossible," Fujiwara Reya nodded slightly.

Gazing at the rain flowing on the car window, Kasahara Fumi murmured: "You’re not planning on taking me to a love hotel, are you?"

"What are you thinking?" Fujiwara Reya turned on the car’s stereo, "I’m more worried you’ll impose your rules on me."

Listening to the low and winding sound of the saxophone, Kasahara Fumi wanted to laugh at his shamelessness but held back.

The car headed straight for Kamakura, the rain not letting up.

For a long time, the car was filled only with music, and to break the dull atmosphere, Fujiwara Reya, with one hand on the steering wheel, gestured to Kasahara Fumi with the other.

Kasahara Fumi moved a little closer to him, adopting a listening posture.

"I think you’re a bit unbalanced," he said.

"Why?"

"You seem so aloof on the surface, always appearing deep in thought and very strong-willed. But sometimes, you come across as very vulnerable, that’s the imbalance."

"It’s the first time someone called me unbalanced."

"For example, what we’re doing now," Fujiwara Reya smiled and said to her, "A rainy night, elopement, escaping Tokyo, can this be called balance?"

Kasahara Fumi withdrew back to the passenger seat, drawing delicate fingers along the car window: "Please remove the word ’elopement’."

The rain eased a bit, and after passing through a few tunnels, the sign of Kamakura appeared ahead, Fujiwara Reya steered the car off the highway exit, where there were neither many people nor cars, just one vending machine after another soaked in the rain.

Nothing particularly memorable happened that night.

In the end, they just found a McDonald’s fast food restaurant, had cheeseburgers and fries, while Kasahara Fumi finished a whole bucket of fried chicken by herself and drank three large cups of iced cola.

As both of them were still wearing formal kimonos, they certainly drew attention in the fast food restaurant.

And Kasahara Fumi herself was a stunning beauty, her elegant posture, the way her cheeks moved as she chewed, every gesture exuded grace. Many people turned their sights to see if a movie was being shot, trying to locate where the camera might be.

After finishing their meal, they didn’t stay in Kamakura but instead drove back to Tokyo overnight.

The rain had stopped, and Kasahara Fumi slept curled up in her seat all the way back, with starlight twinkling outside the car window, flaring edges seeming as though they’d gotten moist.

※※※※※

After the regular meeting at the Onmyo-ryo concluded, the next day was July, and the Kanto Region officially announced the end of the rainy season.

The Private Kitagawa Academy entered its final exam week, during which club activities would be suspended, along with physical education, home economics, and music classes for a week, giving students ample time to prepare for exams.

On Monday, Fujiwara Reya received the literary club’s essay award.

10,000 yen.

Lunch could include an extra pork cutlet now.

On Tuesday, during lunch break, Fujiwara Reya was in front of the vending machine buying a cola when he noticed a chubby orange cat sprawled on a bench basking in the sun.

He walked over and pinched the loose skin on the back of "Sardine’s" neck.

"Shiny, heard your nest was torn down recently? Serves you right, hahaha..."

"Meow!"

"Still grumpy at me?"

"Meow meow!"

Fujiwara Reya flipped it over onto the ground and stroked it from head to tail.

It was odd indeed, with the legacy of the Mountain God within him, he should have been adored by all living creatures, yet this fat cat seemed indifferent to him. Trying to solve the puzzling situation, he’d once discussed it with his senior.

Her response was: Cats and dogs are natural enemies.

What did she mean?

The Mountain God is a Tengu, Tengu isn’t a dog!

Having petted the cat, he was heading back to the classroom when he ran into Kasahara Asuka, who was returning with Koike Asami.

"Asuka~" Fujiwara Reya greeted her.

"Hmph!"

The junior didn’t even give him a glance.

She tucked her hands into the sleeves of the cardigan she had to wear because the classroom air conditioning was too cold and swayed her little hips as she ran past him.

"Oh, sorry, she’s angry," Koike Asami explained apologetically to Fujiwara Reya, "Asuka said she doesn’t want to speak a single word to you until her anger subsides."

"Understood." Fujiwara Reya stepped forward, handing over the prepared English cheat sheets and review materials, "Please pass these to Asuka, don’t let English be her weak spot again."

"Thank you, Mr. Fujiwara."

Koike Asami flashed a warm smile.

Returning to the second-year Class D classroom, Fujiwara Reya noticed that the usually lazy Ikeda Aoshu was also engrossed in studying. However, he wasn’t the only one getting diligent; there were plenty vying for second place just like him.

The one capable of securing first place was dozing off on the desk, just like usual.

Doing the usual things every day without anything special occurring. He continued to exercise using equipment at the gym, went to the library, and read the complete works of Natsume Soseki at his regular seat. In the evenings, returning home for dinner prepared by Miss Yukino. Most of it was fish, last night’s was salmon, he asked for an extra bowl of rice.

He drank soy sauce soup and ate salad too.

As for the fish from the night before last... hmm... couldn’t quite recall.

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