Tokyo: My family's shrine is very large

Taichi Aso agreed without hesitation, never expecting that a promise would become so heavy in the future.

The silver-haired man clapped his hands and shouted.

"Hey, sir, why don't you let me handle the slit-mouthed woman?"

The intruder attracted Yuzuru Nagayama's attention. He was a man who seemed nonchalant, but upon closer inspection, he could not be ignored. His talents also made Yuzuru Nagayama scream.

"Wow"

【Hojo Aoi】

【Talent Characteristics】

[Shinadubi Ancient Bloodline (S): Possesses the power to control the wind. ]

[Self (B): Clear self-goals and strong will.]

This is the first time I have seen an S-level talent, and according to the description it is a rare divine bloodline. What is the origin of this young man?

When Hojo Ao saw Yuzuru Nagayama staring at him in a daze, he couldn't help but remind him again.

"Hey, little brother, do you want me to take over?"

"How about the spoils?"

The unexpected reply made Hojo Cang stunned. Did this man want to die? He was still thinking about getting the slit-mouthed woman at this time. However, if he took action himself, he would not give the spoils to the other party. This was a matter of principle.

"Of course, whoever defeats him will own it."

Yuzuru Nagayama spread his hands.

"That's it. I won't give up my prey."

"But you're about to lose."

Yuzuru Nagayama smiled slightly, raised his fist and clenched it, and a heart-touching wave began to spread, warm, sunny, and righteous.

"Don't be fooled by superficial things, new brother. Practice for ten thousand calamities to prove my supernatural powers. Within and outside the three realms, only the Tao is supreme. There is golden light on my body, covering my body. Golden Light Mantra"

As the voice fell, Yuzuru Nagayama's whole body emanated a layer of golden light, like a god. The sudden change in his aura surprised Hojo Sou slightly.

Yuzuru Nagayama extended his hand in invitation.

"Round two begins, Miss Slit-mouthed Woman."

The slit-mouthed woman did not hesitate and stabbed again with the scissors, but this time the prey did not dodge. Instead, she caught it steadily with her palm that was emitting golden light, and the sharp tip was unable to penetrate the opponent's skin at all.

"How can it be."

The slit-mouthed woman held the scissors with both hands and kept pulling them out, but she couldn't shake the hand holding the blade. The disparity in strength made the slit-mouthed woman look shocked for the first time. Her scissors were actually caught, and the opponent's strength was so great that it was like an ant trying to shake an elephant.

Yuzuru Nagayama showed a smug smile. The feeling of bullying the weak is actually quite satisfying.

A golden afterimage flashed by, and a straight punch knocked the Slit Woman back several meters, and also took away her scissors.

Yuzuru Nagayama quickly dodged the kick from the Slit-Mouth Woman by swinging a pair of scissors, and even grabbed the opponent's thigh with both hands before she could retract it, lifted the Slit-Mouth Woman up and spun her continuously, then threw her more than ten meters away.

Taking advantage of the victory, before the Slit-Mouth Woman could stand up from her dizziness, he had already used the Bull Charge to knock her away again. The Slit-Mouth Woman, who blocked with both hands, crashed into a wall like a cannonball. Before the Slit-Mouth Woman could get away, Yuzuru Nagayama followed behind her and hit her in the abdomen with his knee.

The golden light kept flashing, dazzling ordinary people. The situation became clearer and clearer. The injured woman with a slit couldn't even touch the corner of Yuzuru Nagayama's clothes. When she showed her flaws again, she was punched in the face and couldn't get up again. The strange aura on her body almost completely dissipated, and she became not much different from an ordinary woman in a coma.

After the battle, Yuzuru Nagayama squatted down and tied up the slit-mouthed woman with chains before he dared to take out the shikigami-binding ceremony that he had prepared long ago.

The so-called Shikigami Bonding Ceremony is just a red parchment scroll, which is actually a contract that has a binding force on the Shikigami's soul. As long as the Shikigami is not stronger than the host and does not resist when signing the contract, the bond can be established. Moreover, it is an unequal contract, and the Shikigami must unconditionally obey the orders of the master.

Yuzuru Nagayama grabbed the hand of the slit-mouthed woman and signed the contract. The unconscious slit-mouthed woman completed the bond very smoothly throughout the process. The power of the contract turned into a dragon pattern on her snow-white neck, declaring who she belonged to.

When Nagayama Yuzuru took back the contract, Hojo Ao, who had been watching the whole process, applauded and praised.

"What a brilliant spell, what a powerful Shikigami contract, it can actually be completed when the slit-mouthed woman is unconscious, taking advantage of someone's misfortune is exactly what I want."

Hojo Ao's curiosity was completely aroused. It was so interesting, an unheard-of spell. The golden light was obviously a righteous method to defeat evil spirits and monsters. In addition, it improved the overall attributes such as defense, attack, and speed. It was really a simple yet perfect spell.

In addition, the Shikigami contract was obviously made by the master. What was the origin of the man in front of him? I have been the district head for almost a month, and I have never heard of such a person in my territory.

Yuzuru Nagayama glanced at the other person and asked.

"So you haven't left yet. I won't share the spoils with you."

Although Yuzuru Nagayama seemed calm, he was still wary of the strange man in his heart. No one could tell whether the man in front of him, who had no hostility at all, would suddenly attack.

Hojo Ao squatted down and looked at the fainted slit-mouthed woman. The new species of slit-mouthed woman was also a novelty to him.

"Don't be so heartless. I was just trying to help."

"You are just helping"

How to help???

Hojo Ao didn't know what this word meant, but he could still sense Yuzuru Nagayama's vigilance towards him. That's why he didn't get closer. What he was most curious about now was Yuzuru Nagayama's origins.

"What do you call this gentleman?"

“Don’t you know how to introduce yourself before asking someone’s name?”

Hojo Cang touched his head and laughed.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm the district manager, Hojo Aoi. Strictly speaking, the entire district is under my jurisdiction."

Chapter 22: Fujiwara Iori's Hostility

Nagayama Yuzuru obviously has not heard of this position. From the description, it is probably an official figure. Does every district have such a way to deal with strange characters? It seems that the official control is not as bad as he thought.

Yuzuru Nagayama introduced himself seriously.

"My name is Nohara Shinnosuke. I won't chat with you now because we are in a hurry."

Yuzuru Nagayama picked up the Slit-mouthed Woman and planned to leave, but when he passed Hojo Aoi, the other party suddenly stretched out his hand and placed it on his shoulder, with a green whirlwind wrapped around his slender fingers.

A sense of crisis surged in his heart, and Yuzuru Nagayama raised his hand in time to hold the other person's hand. His whole body emanated a sharp golden light, and he turned his head and asked calmly.

"What's up?"

Hojo Aoi took a few steps back to show that he had no hostility.

"No, I just thought your shoulder was dirty, so I wanted to help you clean it up."

"Thank you. I won't bother you with this little thing."

Yuzuru Nagayama didn't want to communicate too much with this guy. He was very afraid of his opponent's relaxed attitude from beginning to end. So he ignored the surprised looks of passers-by and carried the slit-mouthed woman directly into an hourly hotel. He needed to wait for the slit-mouthed woman to wake up before leaving. Otherwise, carrying a big beauty in the street would not be a good idea.

After seeing the other party leave, Hojo Cang raised his palm to carefully feel the remaining golden light, and a look of shock suddenly appeared on his face.

"It can even resist curses and even interfere with souls. It's a perfect spell."

This made him even more interested in Nagayama Yuzuru. Is his name Nohara Shinnosuke? No, it should just be a pseudonym.

At this moment, Hojo Aoi's cell phone rang. After answering it, he received a special message from the other end.

"Cang, the Zhushen Department has recruited a new student and needs you to be her teacher."

The unexpected information made Hojo Cang think that he had misheard. Zhushen Department had not recruited any new students for five years, but he didn't expect to get a new one this year. However, there were still some questions that needed to be clarified. He didn't want to be responsible for dealing with the students he was with day and night.

"What's the pollution level? They won't take in those uncontrollable candidates, right?"

"Of course not. The pollution level is only 10 percent."

Now Hojo Ao had no way of refusing. The contamination level of 10% was already very low. Unless he was infected by the source of his bloodline again, he would not be corrupted so easily.

This made him look forward to meeting the new students even more, and the matter of Yuzuru Nagayama became less important.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, Yuzuru Nagayama passed through the torii and returned to Ryuyama, then turned his head and spoke to the air behind him.

"The coconut sugar can come out now."

"Master, is this our nest?"

The voice of the woman with the slit mouth came from an empty location, and then a graceful woman slowly turned into a solid body and stood behind her master. She looked at Longshan with blood-red pupils and nodded with satisfaction. At least there were no annoying ants.

Yuzuru Nagayama scratched his forehead. He was indeed a little uncomfortable with the slit-mouthed woman's wild words. It made his house sound like a dark and damp beast's lair.

Yuzuru Nagayama corrected himself.

"It's a home, not a nest. You're going to live with us humans in the future, so some of your habits will have to change."

"Good host."

The slit-mouthed woman nodded expressionlessly. It was unknown whether she understood or not. Women's minds are hard to understand, and it is even more difficult to deal with strange things about women.

As for why she was called Coconut Sugar, it was when Yuzuru Nagayama asked her to give herself a name, she chose Coconut Sugar, as if the Slit-Mouthed Woman in the ghost story really liked Coconut Sugar.

According to some rumors, if you give a Slit-Mouthed Woman coconut candy when you meet her, she will be spared once.

The two walked towards the mountainside, one in front and one behind, and the figure of the woman with the slit mouth appeared and disappeared in the dim environment.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the slit-mouthed woman fights in close combat. In fact, she is a ghost-like weirdo who can transform into a spirit that ordinary people can't see and can transform into a physical body. The most valuable thing is that she is a rare growth-type shikigami. As long as the strange stories about her continue to spread, her strength will also grow.

【Cracked Girl】

[Second level]

[Spell power: 39]

【Strength: 44】

[Physique: 35]

【Speed: 41】

[Weapon: Scissors (Cursed Weapon)]

[Ability: Resentful threads. Anyone seen by her blood-red pupils will be entangled with resentful threads and marked.]

This is the panel of the Slit-mouthed Woman after she became a shikigami. Her skills are mediocre and she is just a melee fighter. At most, she works as a hunter part-time. However, this is enough for Yuzuru Nagayama's next action.

Yuzuru Nagayama asked the slit-mouthed woman next to him who was not shorter than him.

"Coconut sugar, do you remember what happened before?"

The slit-mouthed woman tilted her head.

"before?"

"For example, memories of life."

The Slit-Mouthed Woman stopped and fell into deep thought. The so-called memories of her previous life touched upon her blind spots in knowledge. After a moment, she answered in an uncertain tone.

"As long as I can remember, I keep repeating what I did today. As for other memories, there seems to be a broken memory buried deep in my memory, which is a picture of a little girl being held up by a man and a woman."

It turns out that there really are memories, but I don’t know if they are the memories of the first generation of the slit-mouthed woman, or the memories unique to the blonde slit-mouthed woman.

Yuzuru Nagayama opened the door with doubts, and a familiar greeting voice rang out, followed by the sound of glass falling to the ground.

Fujiwara Iori covered his mouth and looked at the slit-mouthed woman in disbelief.

"Welcome home, you want to eat first. Who is she?"

This scene gave Yuzuru Nagayama an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if he had encountered it somewhere before.

In fact, it cannot be blamed on Fujiwara Iori's excited reaction, because the slit-mouthed woman had not yet recovered. Not only were there traces of beating on her face, but even her windbreaker was a little torn. In addition, following behind Yuzuru Nagayama, a man with a criminal record, Fujiwara Iori's instinct to protect his food was aroused.

If Nagasawa Yomi is still a little immature and not threatening, then the sexy figure of the slit-mouthed woman that cannot be concealed is a formidable enemy, just as shown in the TV series.

Fujiwara Iori didn't even care about the broken glass on the ground. She tidied her messy hair, walked forward with her head held high, hugged her man, and asked the slit-mouthed woman with the attitude of a family master.

"My dear, who is this lady? She looks so miserable, maybe she is in trouble."

"Why are you silent? Our man is very kind and will help as long as he can."

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Yuzuru Nagayama turned his head to look at the woman who looked like the Empress of the Eastern Palace, and couldn't help but wonder when Fujiwara Iori had chosen this skill.

Yuzuru Nagayama asked.

"Iori, what's wrong with you?"

Fujiwara Iori was as proud as a fighting chicken, pointing his chin at the slit-mouthed woman.

"Nothing, I just care about the lady."

When Yuzuru Nagayama turned his gaze to Yomi Nagasawa who was sitting on the sofa watching the show, the other party gave the answer.

"We were just watching a palace fighting drama, and Sister Iori said we should learn from it in case of emergency. Look, isn't this a chance?"