The woman finally let out a relieved smile and said to Fujiwara Reya, "Since you, little wizard, are an unregistered guest, please make sure to check in with the madam once you go in." Saying this, she pointed towards the courtyard, "Go directly to the eaves after entering, the madam is there."
Before going in, Fujiwara Reya confird one thing with her, "Excuse , is there so sort of party going on here?"
"Yes," the woman chuckled, like a child who has never seen the world, "Every monthly eting of the Onmyo-ryo is held in this kind of garden party style."
Looking into the open gate, an old mansion with beige tiles and large eaves extending outward could be seen.
Thanking the receptionist, Fujiwara Reya walked towards the entrance.
This was a scene he had never experienced before.
The people gathered here were peers he had never interacted with, a world he was unfamiliar with.
Now he had to et the leader of this world — Chairman Kasahara, with the poised confidence of youth, with the vigor and spirit of youth... Then he suddenly rembered sothing.
Fujiwara Reya turned back to the reception desk and politely asked, "I’m really sorry, I haven’t t Chairman Kasahara yet, could you lead over for an introduction?"
"You’ll recognize her easily," the woman gave a very confident smile, boasting as if speaking about herself, "In the whole courtyard, the most beautiful is the madam, you’ll spot her at a glance."
"Thank you."
Fujiwara Reya expressed his gratitude and walked through the gate for the second ti.
Upon entering was a vast garden carpeted with grass, where hundreds of elegantly dressed guests carried plates or held wine glasses, laughing and chatting everywhere. In the romantic setting, with cherry blossoms fluttering like snow, the perfu on the female guests wafted in the wind, filling the air with fragrance.
Cherry blossoms?
How could there be cherry blossoms this season?
Fujiwara Reya looked towards the cherry blossom tree and instantly sensed a familiar demonic power fluctuating.
Good grief.
Inviting a Sakura Demon to entertain guests is utterly immoral.
The morals of the world are in decline, if they knew I was a great Tengu, that would be... Fujiwara Reya shook his head in lant and mingled among the guests.
The blooming cherry trees, rustled by the wind, were making a gentle noise.
The windows on the first floor of the beige mansion were open, with white lace curtains fluttering gracefully in the wind.
Fujiwara Reya walked towards the eaves, eyes searching for "the most beautiful woman", passing by guests, mostly n in suits and won in either glamorous Western dresses or stately Japanese kimonos. Wearing only a school uniform, he stood out awkwardly in this setting.
Under the eaves, there was no beautiful woman, just a group of young boys and girls chatting and laughing.
Fujiwara Reya didn’t know where to find Chairman Kasahara, so he decided to wait here, listening to the peer conversation beside him.
"How many assignnts did you take on in April?" a short-haired girl asked.
"Don’t ntion it, bad luck," replied a trendy-dressed boy with a baseball cap, "A whole month, and I only got one E-grade assignnt, with a reward of 30,000 yen, not even enough to service my car once."
"Sa here, I only took two assignnts."
"I took three assignnts, didn’t even earn a total of 100,000 yen..."
"It’s too competitive!"
"If this continues, our exorcism will be at a loss."
This topic resonated deeply with Fujiwara Reya, and he couldn’t help but chi in, "I rember when I first arrived in Tokyo, an E-grade assignnt would at least fetch twenty to thirty ten thousand yen, now in less than a year, it has dropped to below 50,000 yen, really tough."
This remark received responses from everyone.
"Yeah, I miss a year ago."
"I think there’s an insider in our Onmyo-ryo."
"Definitely."
"It’s probably an insider released by the Ninth Division, intended to undercut our inco!"
Fujiwara Reya curiously looked at the indignant young boys and girls, "Why do you say that?"
"The Ninth Division has always complained about our Onmyo-ryo’s high exorcism fees, wanting us to lower standards, but nobody cared. But a year ago, in the Tokyo prefecture, a mission maniac suddenly appeared. Single-handedly scooping up nearly a third of the exorcism assignnts throughout the entire Tokyo tropolis, directly lowering the fee standards for the entire industry. If he’s not an insider for the Ninth Division, I’ll drink Coke standing on my head during a live stream!"
Fujiwara Reya was about to ask who was as aweso as himself, but then soone shouted, "It’s all Fujiwara Reya’s fault!"
"?"
Why bla ?
I’m innocent, alright, I’m a victim of the competition too!
"Yes, it’s all Fujiwara Reya’s fault!" the trendy boy cursed through gritted teeth, then realizing sothing was wrong, he curiously looked at Fujiwara Reya, "Hey, you look unfamiliar, are you new here?"
"Uh..."
Fujiwara Reya flashed an awkward yet polite smile.
"Wow, he’s so handso!" the short-haired girl squealed.
A few other girls imdiately clustered around, bombarding him with questions like "What’s your na?", "Which shrine are you from?", "How old are you this year?"
"Sorry, sorry," Fujiwara Reya hurriedly pushed them away, explaining, "I’m just a passing gardener, not a priest. Please let through, I have work to do, thank you, ladies."
After finally squeezing out of the circle, Fujiwara Reya said nothing more and ran into the crowd of guests, hiding himself.
All around him, guests clinked glasses, laughter filled the air. Waitstaff moved around carrying drinks and food, and the blossoms of cherry trees fell with the wind, covering the grass with a beautiful layer of pink.
Occasionally, the wind would get mischievous, causing the female guests to exclaim in surprise and press down on their skirts.
Fujiwara Reya hid for a while, confirming that the group of young boys and girls hadn’t recognized him.
anwhile, he also confird that none of the big shots here noticed him, nor did any pay him any attention.
It’s good not to be disturbed... Fujiwara Reya walked straight to the dining table covered with a white napkin, took a plate and fork, and skewering a piece of roasted abalone, stuffing it into his mouth.
Since he’s here.
Not eating sothing would truly be a disservice to himself.
The trunk of the cherry blossoms, stretching overhead, would briefly bury Fujiwara Reya’s body in swirling pink and white petals when the wind blew. But soon, the petals seed to encounter a transparent barrier that bypassed the dining table, sliding in all directions.
Behind him, Mrs. Kasahara smiled gracefully and walked towards him.
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