"So strong..." she murmured, "Hiko and I together can barely contend against a Thunder God. The Great God just raised a hand and killed a Thunder God. I wonder if Rinko will ever be that powerful..."
"She’ll get her chance." Fujiwara Reya turned his head, looking at Mommy Yako, whose face was illuminated by the light, "Once she goes to Takamagahara, Rinko can live forever. With her talent and more ti, ruling Takamagahara will definitely not be a problem."
Mrs. Hoshimi looked deeply at him and nodded after a mont: "Please take good care of her."
"Don’t say it like you’re saying your last words," Fujiwara Reya grasped her cool hand, "You can go to Takamagahara with us, there’s still a chance to take care of her."
Mrs. Hoshimi’s face turned slightly red, and her gaze flickered softly.
She looked at Fujiwara Reya’s handso but notoriously wicked smile, her chest heaving slightly, chiding, "Why is your mind always so twisted..."
Fujiwara Reya laughed carelessly and lay back down, resting his head on her knee.
"Mm, comfortable..." he said contentedly, narrowing his eyes, "The ultimate privilege..."
"Oh, Yako, you really lack assertiveness." Mrs. Kasahara placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder, teasing, "At tis like this, you should use your Divine Power to blast him, right, dear?"
Mrs. Hoshimi pursed her lips, lowering her head in embarrassnt.
"Mommy Hiko, if you can’t manage it yourself, don’t ntion Yako." Fujiwara Reya sighed.
"Oh, excuse ?" Mrs. Kasahara glared at him irritably, then laughed along, "But judging by Yako’s docile appearance, if you just scold her a bit, she’ll definitely follow your orders obediently."
"Who knows these things better!" Fujiwara Reya mocked.
"Around here, Yako is the fiercest, right?" Mrs. Kasahara lifted his chin with her fingertip, forcing him to say sothing insincere.
Fujiwara Reya remained silent.
He’s quite resilient and not a very honest person, but he’s not foolish either — Miss Yako was gazing at him with gentle eyes, and if he dared say Yako was the fiercest, she’d definitely turn into the fiercest one.
The explosions on the sea cald down for a mont.
The second and third Thunder Dragons dove down towards Amaterasu in a kamikaze attack.
Good!
Very Showa.
Amaterasu still just casually slapped them away.
Amidst the vast golden light, the Thunder Dragons were defeated, and cheers erupted on the deck.
"As expected of the Great God," Mrs. Kasahara said, a charming smile spreading across her face. "But, I’m not that easy to deal with either. Little Reya, you better behave from now on."
"Everyone’s like fish in the sea." Fujiwara Reya changed the subject.
Mrs. Kasahara continued, "From now on, I’m in charge at ho, understood?"
Fujiwara Reya turned his head to look at her.
At that mont, the esteed chairlady’s miko attire was a ss, and her sleeve revealed a large swath of snow-white skin. She sat sideways on the tatami, with her scarlet skirt slightly parted, revealing long legs. After their little scuffle, her skin glistened with sweat, and her voluptuous figure reflected the lamplight’s soft glow, making her even more alluring.
Feeling his improper gaze, Mrs. Kasahara tugged at her clothes to cover her legs and scolded him angrily, "What are you looking at?"
Fujiwara Reya smiled, "Sister Hiko is so beautiful."
"Really?" Mrs. Kasahara’s smile blossod like a flower.
"Fake."
"You’re asking for it!"
"It’s true!"
"Smart move." Mrs. Kasahara touched her chest and lay back down.
"What will we na the kids?"
"If it’s a girl, we’ll call her Kasahara Eri, and for a boy — well, any na will do, Ichiro, Er Lang, or even three, four, five Lang."
"You’re so half-hearted!"
With an innocent expression, Mrs. Kasahara said, "What does the na of the Kasahara family’s children have to do with you?"
"Is that so?" Fujiwara Reya playfully lunged forward.
"Your Mommy Yako is watching," Mrs. Kasahara teased, her face blushing brightly.
"Almost forgot!"
Fujiwara Reya realized and looked up.
Sure enough, Mommy Yako had her head down, her face ice cold, watching this scoundrel who was enjoying her lap pillow while joking with her best friend.
"Mr. Fujiwara, go on." Mrs. Kasahara laughed rrily.
"Next ti, let’s enjoy the fight for now."
Fujiwara Reya dismissively refused.
"No~, not happening." Mrs. Kasahara bit her lip, her eyes gentle as if they were about to drip water, "It’s rare for us to be undisturbed right now, Hiko wants to play now."
What nonsense!
Fujiwara Reya wanted nothing more than to punch her.
This lady, rember your status, please, have so restraint.
Mrs. Kasahara smiled with pursed lips, feeling a bit smug as she watched his rolling Adam’s apple. She felt even more triumphant seeing Hoshimi Yoko’s frosty face. In terms of attractiveness to Fujiwara Reya, she, Kasahara Hiko, was leagues ahead of her best friend.
Fujiwara Reya suppressed his surging heartbeat, refraining from pouncing on the absolutely stunning Kasahara Hiko.
Once his mind settled, he expressed no worldly desires as he admired her breathtaking beauty: "You, fair maiden, keep trying; if I move, I lose."
"Alright, alright," Mrs. Kasahara felt rather bored, letting go of her legs, "Sister will spare you this ti. When we get to Takamagahara, I’ll make sure you pay all at once."
"Let’s see who deals with whom!" Fujiwara Reya slapped her ambiguous scarlet thigh.
Mrs. Kasahara imdiately let out a cooing, playful laugh.
"You’re disgusting!" Mrs. Hoshimi’s face was full of disdain.
Mrs. Kasahara imdiately stretched out her hand to tickle her waist.
"Ah, it tickles, Hiko, let go..."
The two friends beca entangled in playful fighting, Fujiwara Reya moved aside a bit, supporting his chin, watching intently.
Amidst the laughter and teasing, the graceful waists and long legs of the two chairladies... endless enchanting fras left him unable to look away.
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Over the sea, Amaterasu still stood in midair.
The Golden Crown Corona, elegant garnts.
Alluring appearance, noble aura, unmatched deanor.
As she waved, a ball of golden radiance erged, sending two Thunder Dragons flying backward, wailing. Their black scales, like cracked paint, flaked off, leaving their bodies bloody.
"Mm—"
The sky was covered with rolling dark clouds.
A massive black demon, its palm descending.
It felt as if an endless mountain was pressing down from above, the entire sky seed covered by the demon’s hand.
Everyone on the deck couldn’t help but shudder.
The majority kneeled under this terrifying pressure, losing the will to resist.
Amaterasu remained suspended in midair, untouched.
She waited for the massive hand to descend before calmly summoning a short sword.
The sea abruptly turned pitch-black, as all light was absorbed by the short sword, the world plunged into a massive abyss.
The short sword t the giant hand.
Silently and stealthily.
The sky, like a mirror, suddenly shattered and collapsed, turning into a turbine-like void.
The enormous demon, sucked into the void, gradually disappeared. All sounds and visions in the world seed to be drawn into the vortex, even the flow of ti stilled montarily.
"That’s the Kusanagi!"
Mrs. Kasahara suddenly sat up, looking at the suddenly changing sky with astonishnt.
"I knew the old woman wouldn’t co unprepared," Fujiwara Reya said, sitting up.
Mrs. Kasahara held her waist, smiling slyly: "Does this an we can focus on our business?"
"What business of our own?" Mrs. Hoshimi’s voice was so low it was hard to hear.
"Yako’s playing dumb," Mrs. Kasahara smiled knowingly.
Seeing the changing sky, Mrs. Hoshimi smiled wryly: "Sigh, let’s not play around at tis like this. A good friend and a good son-in-law, can’t you let a weak woman have so peace of mind..."
"Ha, weak woman?"
"Sister Hiko has an opinion?"
"For the sake of being called sister, I have no opinion at the mont."
"That’s good."
Mrs. Hoshimi’s stern yet stunningly beautiful face smiled elegantly and serene.
"Let’s watch peacefully."
Fujiwara Reya sat properly, accompanying his two mothers-in-law to watch this rare, world-shaking battle.
Over the surging sea, Amaterasu hovered in mid-air, her luxurious garnts reflecting flowing golden light. This was truly a scene of a goddess descending to earth. Opposite her, Izanami, also clad in luxurious robes, made strange lotus hand seals.
The ultimate battle was about to erupt.
However.
At this suffocatingly tense mont, Amaterasu suddenly smiled sweetly.
"I want to introduce a little fellow to Mother, he will be your adversary in the future." The Supre God’s delicate hand lifted, waving backward without hesitation, "Co here, little fellow!"
"?"
Fujiwara Reya was taken aback.
The next second, his body disappeared from beside the two chairladies, instantly appearing in front of Izanami.
Lord of Yomi, Mother God, half a mother-in-law, Amaterasu’s mother... With so many identities, Izanami pursed her lips, her blood-red eyes staring at the boy: "Who are you?"
"I..."
Fujiwara Reya opened his mouth, on the verge of tears.
"If I say I’m your son-in-law, can you please go easy on ..."
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