My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

After the autumn festival, the weather took a turn for the worse.

The temperature dropped sharply, and the coolness of autumn rose quietly one night.

The continuous autumn rain brought a bone-chilling chill for more than several days.

On such a rapidly turning cold day, Tamaki Hikaru held an umbrella alone and walked on the somewhat rugged mountain road.

Fortunately, although the mountain road is steep and rugged, it is still paved with stone steps, so it will not look muddy on such a rainy day.

However, it is still a bit inappropriate to climb mountains on such a rainy day.

Tamaki Hikaru looked up at the mountain road, and the outline of the vermilion torii gate was vaguely visible on it.

After returning home from the Ema piece he got at the Autumn Festival, Tamaki Hikaru checked to see which shrine the pattern on the back came from.

As a result, what he thought was a very simple thing took him a lot of time.

Finally I got the news, it should be from an unknown unknown shrine in the mountains in the corner of Tokyo.

There are no trams or road construction here, so Tamaki Hikaru can only walk step by step on the mountain road by himself.

"Oh, I hope there is some good news, otherwise I will be sorry for taking so long."

Tamaki Hikaru didn't bring anyone with him today, only himself.

Going up the stone steps, the shadow of a shrine was soon revealed.

Three consecutive torii gates stand on the stone steps, and the vermilion paint is already mottled and peeling off.

Green vines are wrapped around it, giving it a simple and natural artistic conception.

The ancient shrine in the deep mountains also coincides with such rainy weather.

If the sky were darker, it would be like a common scene in horror stories.

Tamaki Hikaru crossed the torii gate and came to the door of the shrine.

In such weather, this shrine, which is so remote that no one cares about it, is still open.

Tamaki Hikaru used his hiking stick to knock on the golden bell hanging on the shrine door.

Although in theory, when you step through the torii gate, you have entered the residence of God, but after all, you still have to remind the people who live inside.

The bell rang, and after a while, a miko appeared on the shrine.

Judging from her figure, she should be the little miko who gave Tamaki Hikaru the painted horse that night.

However, today the other party did not wear the pure white scarf on his face, and his face was not that beautiful and fragrant.

Just an ordinary, pretty and cute little girl.

"I was from that day, you should still remember, right?"

Tamaki Hikaru took out that day's Ema from his pocket and showed it to the girl.

The girl in the miko uniform was stunned for a moment when she looked at this Ema. After looking at Tamaki Hikaru again and again, she suddenly realized.

"It turned out to be the weirdo who disrupted the festival that day. Welcome."

The little miko clasped her hands together and bowed to Tamaki Hikari.

"Oh my God, it was just an accident. If you had come out earlier, this wouldn't have happened."

Tamaki Hikaru defended with some embarrassment.

He is a very kind person. What he did so arrogantly that day was definitely not his doing, absolutely not.

Later, I heard that the shrines in Tokyo put a lot of pressure on him to find out his identity, but luckily he didn't find out.

"Well, no need to explain, please just follow me."

The little miko holding an umbrella turned and walked towards the shrine.

"The Lord God has been waiting for you for a long time, and He is also very curious about you."

Is he really a god?

With this question in mind, Tamaki Hikaru followed the other party's footsteps.

Before this, the gods in these shrines that Tamaki Hikari knew were basically two types.

One is a type of powerful demons who are revered as gods just because their thoughts are not evil.

One type is the imperial spirit that was transformed through special rituals after the death of the ancestors.

All in all, they are not gods with powerful powers in the religious sense, but just another existence with their own limits.

But that night, that strange feeling made Tamaki Hikaru full of curiosity about this being that he had not yet met.

What kind of existence will it be? Really looking forward to it.

With some expectation in his heart, Tamaki Hikari followed the little miko through the main hall of the shrine and came to the sacrifice hall at the back.

He was not a worshiper, so he didn't need to worship in the main hall. Instead, he went directly to the sacrificial hall where the shrine was stored at the back.

The buildings of this shrine are already somewhat old, and many of the wooden buildings even have emerald green sprouts growing on them.

In this autumn rainy day, the entire shrine was shrouded in rain.

The candlelight in the sacrificial hall flickered, and the light was a little dim. Tamaki Hikaru followed the little witch's instructions and sat there waiting.

From behind the sacrificial hall, there was the sound of wooden clogs hitting the ground, accompanied by the sound of ringing bells in the hands, which seemed to be a simple Kagura dance.

After the dancing stopped, the little witch carried the heavy shrine and walked out.

"Okay, although it's just a tedious etiquette, as a miko, you still need to complete it, and the rest of the things will not be involved by me, an ordinary miko."

The little miko placed the shrine in front of Tamaki Hikari, then walked out of the sacrificial hall, closing the door of the sacrificial hall.

The light in the room instantly became dimmer, only the flickering candlelight illuminated it.

Tamaki Hikaru looked at the dead shrine in front of him, muttering in his heart.

Until now, he had not felt any strange aura from the shrine in front of him.

But that was probably what was placed in the mikoshi that day.

Tamaki Hikaru stretched out his hand, preparing to open the shrine and see what was inside.

[Discourteous, were you so casual before you saw my body? 】

Before his hand even touched the shrine, a voice instantly sounded in Tamashiro Hikaru's mind.

Ethereal and distant, it appeared in Tamaki Hikaru's mind without any warning.

Even his six senses, which were always keen, did not show any abnormality.

There is no existence other than yourself in this sacrificial hall, neither sight nor breath.

But this voice cannot be faked, and Tamaki Hikaru's hand stopped.

How should he respond to the other party now?

Do you just need to think about it in your mind, or should you say it out loud?

[You are not required to bathe and purify yourself. At the very least, you must close your eyes and be sincere before opening the shrine, right? 】

Just when Tamaki Hikaru was thinking, the voice sounded again.

However, it also proves in reverse that it shouldn't be able to read minds, so it still has to be spoken.

Tamaki Hikaru clasped his hands together and apologized without sincerity.

"I'm very sorry. I was negligent."

After saying that, he closed his eyes for 0.5 seconds and then opened them again.

"Can I open now?"

The voice was silent for a moment, and then it sounded.

[That’s all, rude boy, you are an interesting guy after all, so I’ll allow you to be rude this time. 】

Although the voice could not distinguish between male and female, the feeling was revealed in these few words.