Chapter 49: Aunt Chiho – Mom’s Best Friend!
Staring at the blank pages of the book, Lu Jin was completely dumbfounded.
Where are the illustrations that were supposed to be here?
The most valuable part of this Record of a Hundred Demons was the illustrated entries of all the yokai.
How did they end up disappearing after the book was upgraded?
Isn’t this just a straight-up scam?
Lu Jin’s face was full of gloom, a look of utter despair plastered across it.
“Hm?”
Suddenly sensing sothing, Lu Jin furrowed his brows and looked behind him.
At the far end of the street, in a corner, stood a girl in a red kimono, timidly watching him.
A zashiki warashi?
Lu Jin frowned.
Why is this little spirit following him?
Just as he was wondering, the previously blank page of the Record of a Hundred Demons suddenly displayed an image.
Lu Jin glanced at the picture and noticed that it resembled the zashiki warashi a bit.
Imdiately after, a few lines of tiny text appeared beneath the image.
[Zashiki Warashi]
[A yokai said to bring good fortune to humans.]
[Harmless]
Huh?
So the bestiary hadn’t disappeared after all—it had just turned into so kind of search engine?
With this automatic recognition feature, it actually beca a lot more convenient.
Lu Jin lowered his head to examine the attributes of the Record of a Hundred Demons.
[Record of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons]
[Recording, Sealing, Nurturing, Commanding Spirits]
The upgraded version of the book had four functions:
First, it could automatically record the habits and abilities of any encountered yokai or malevolent spirits.
Second, it could seal these spirits within its pages.
Third, once sealed, the spirits would be nurtured by the book, growing stronger over ti.
Fourth, it allowed him to borrow the powers of a sealed spirit—though only one at a ti.
“This is so good stuff!”
Lu Jin imdiately released Tanaka Saya from the prayer beads.
Without waiting for her to react, he flipped to a blank page of the book.
“Seal!”
A strand of spiritual energy flowed into the book, causing it to float into the air.
The blank page glowed and aid directly at the bewildered Tanaka Saya.
Shua!
With a flash of light, the Record of a Hundred Demons returned to his hand.
Lu Jin casually opened a page, and this ti, an image had appeared on what was once a blank sheet.
In a picturesque courtyard, Tanaka Saya knelt on a tatami mat in the backyard, gazing around in confusion.
“Let’s try borrowing her power.”
The mont Lu Jin had the thought, a red pair of scissors materialized in his hand.
Shua!
With a casual swipe, a clear gash was left on the wall beside him.
The hard stone felt as fragile as foam beneath the scissors, not even the slightest resistance.
If just sealing one yokai could yield this kind of result—What if I sealed a bunch of powerful ones?
What would I have to be afraid of then?
Lu Jin put the book away and looked toward the girl hiding in the corner.
He walked straight over.
“Why are you following ?”
Looking at the zashiki warashi trembling in the corner, visibly frightened, Lu Jin was a bit curious.
She seed terrified of him, yet still stuck close.
“I… I have nowhere else to go.”
The zashiki warashi choked back her tears, looking extrely aggrieved.
Lu Jin was speechless.
If she was so scared, why still follow him?
“Fine, then follow for now.”
He reached out and patted the little girl’s head.
What can I do—I just have a kind heart.
“Really?”
Hope flickered in the zashiki warashi’s eyes, and even her dull gaze seed to brighten.
Lu Jin said nothing, just turned and left.
The zashiki warashi quickly scampered after him.
“What’s your na?”
Lu Jin asked casually as they walked.
“Suzuki Miyuki!”
Sniffling and looking cautious, the girl answered. Lu Jin didn’t respond.
The atmosphere suddenly quieted down.
He took the subway and returned to the temple.
Life seed to have gone back to being peaceful again.
“This kind of life isn’t so bad,”
Lu Jin was just thinking when an unexpected visitor arrived.
…
“Little Lu Jin, long ti no see—you’ve really grown.”
Staring at the mature woman in front of him, Lu Jin stood frozen in place.
“Aunt Chiho?”
The woman wore a white sweater, its hem just barely covering her upper thighs.
Her smooth, white arms were exposed to the air.
Chestnut short hair frad her small, delicate face—almond-shaped and exquisitely beautiful, with a high nose bridge and bright, lively eyes.
She had the look of a gentle and elegant housewife.
She stood in a pair of white high heels, long legs perfectly aligned and straight.
She was so close that he could faintly sll the subtle fragrance of her body.
It was very light—but inexplicably comforting.
Sano Chiho, his mother’s friend from this life.
Back when he was a child, before she got married, she used to frequently visit the temple to see his mother.
She held an important place in his childhood mories.
When you’re young and foolish, everyone has their little fantasies.
Due to his young age, when he was around eight or nine, he even used to bathe with this auntie.
Every ti, his face would flush with embarrassnt while Sano Chiho playfully teased him.
His childhood, more or less, was spent under her teasing.
Thinking back now, he realized how naive he was back then—not knowing how to seize the mont.
If only he’d understood at the ti, this childhood-crush would never have ended up with soone else.
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