Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

Dazai Osamu and Nakajima Atsushi went up from the torii gate and stepped on the bluestone road, and beside the access road in front of the hall of worship, the witch lady was looking at them with a smile.

"Mr. Dazai! Atsushi-kun! Welcome to Asakusa Shrine!"

"Ah... Xiao... Miss Xiaochun, hello!"

Atsushi Nakajima looked at the vitality girl wearing a witch costume, and couldn't help but blushed, even stuttering when he spoke.

Osamu Dazai watched it amusedly, and vigorously slapped the human-tiger boy on the back, and then greeted him kindly:

"Miss Xiaochun! You look so good today! The pure witch costume and your temperament really complement each other!"

He didn't kiss hands like he usually does to women, he just bent down slightly and gave Miura Haru a gentleman's salute.

Haru Miura waved his hands, his face flushed with embarrassment from the praise:

"Mr. Dazai is exaggerating! By the way, why did Mr. Dazai come here with Atsu-kun today?"

She was a little curious. Hearing this, the handsome young man with brown hair curved his gentle eyebrows and eyes, and there was a little mist in his eyes, as if he had accidentally touched the dew on the green leaves in the morning:

"I promised Miss Xiaochun that I would definitely come to Asakusa Shrine to pray."

"Hay?! Really? Haru is so happy! Thank you Mr. Dazai!"

Haru Miura's eyes widened, her face was full of joy. In fact, she didn't think Osamu Dazai would come to Asakusa Shrine, because she could tell from the young man on the day the two met for the first time:

Osamu Dazai has no faith.

However, he finally came here.

"Mr. Dazai, thank you very much."

Miura Haru bowed seriously to the young man.

Osamu Dazai blinked, and couldn't help but laugh:

"Well...Actually...It's because of the clerk of our Armed Detective Agency, Ms. Haruno Kirako, who came to Asakusa Shrine to pray for blessings two weeks ago, and then she told us that her wish came true, and it felt very magical, so I asked Atsushi You have come with me."

"Huh? Obviously Mr. Dazai arrested me without even asking!"

Atsushi Nakajima retorted weakly at the side, but Osamu Dazai just stretched out his hand and put a head hammer on his head, smiling like a sneaky cat:

"Don't worry about such small things, Dun-jun."

"How can you not care about it! It's different from the literal meaning!"

The young man was thinking about it, but when the young man gave him a kind smile, Atsushi Nakajima became as quiet as a chicken.

"Sa, that's it. It just so happens that there is nothing to do today, so we came over."

Osamu Dazai turned his eyes back to Harun Miura who was standing obediently, and said calmly, as if he didn't care about the "coercion" he seemed to have done just now.

Haru Miura finds it interesting: I always feel that the relationship between Mr. Dazai and Atsushi is very similar to that of Li Baoen and Sawada Tsunayoshi in the past. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

"Then, do Mr. Dazai and Atsushi-kun want to pray?"

All visitors are guests, and Miura Haru decided to take on the role of guide.

"Well, since you're here, let's pray for blessings, what do you think, Dunjun?"

The gentle young man turned his head and looked at the silver-haired boy inquiringly. Atsushi Nakajima blinked and straightened up. He didn't answer Dazai Osamu's question right away. His amethyst-like eyes looked at the hanging tree in the distance. The big tree covered with red silk, after a while, he came back to his senses, showing a clean and lovely smile:

"Okay, Miss Xiaochun, please teach me to pray!"

"Well! Then, please come with Xiaochun!"

The lovely witch smiled, put the fan she had prepared earlier into her sleeve pocket, made a gesture of invitation, and led the two guests to Tesuisha.

Temizuya is a hand-washing place set up in front of the shrine. Before praying, wash your hands in Temizuya, which means washing your body and mind.

Atsushi Nakajima took the lead in standing in front of the pool, and looked at Haru Miura questioningly. Miss Witch smiled and said unhurriedly:

"First hold the spoon with your right hand, scoop up water and wash your left hand, and then repeat it in reverse."

"Ok."

Atsushi Nakajima scooped up water carefully to wash his hands, then moved to the side, giving up his seat to Osamu Dazai.However, when Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand, Atsushi Nakajima found some trouble.

The young man's hands were wrapped in bandages, and the bandages were wrapped up to the wrists close to the palms.

"Oh, there seems to be some trouble."

Osamu Dazai showed an apologetic smile, and said softly.

"Ah, it's okay, Dazai-san can be more careful, don't let the water touch the bandage."

Miura Haru said that this is not a big deal, and even said that sincerity leads to spirit, and that it is not necessary to force clean hands. However, the young man responded that he slowly completed the hand cleansing action.

The next step is to worship in front of the worship hall. The worship rituals of the shrine are basically the same: first put the incense into the money box, then ring the pendant bell hanging above, and tell the gods the wish in your heart, and then implement it Two salutes, two clapping hands, one salute, the whole visit is completed.

Atsushi Nakajima was still the first person to visit the shrine. Although the standard of incense money is generally based on five or multiples of five, with the maximum not exceeding [-] yen, he still put a [-]-yen coin into the Saiqian box, then closed his eyes, and shook the pendulum.He took a step back, bowed twice for two salutes, clapped his hands together, and finally bowed again, completing the entire worship ceremony.

During the whole process, Atsushi Nakajima showed unprecedented piety. Haru Miura looked at him, and inadvertently probed with his spiritual sense, and found a faint layer of blue light all over the boy's body, and then looked at him, looming Suddenly, a white tiger appeared, standing quietly with him, as if praying with him.

Miura Haru blinked, feeling that he seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

Is this... Dun Jun's... patron saint?

"Miss Xiaochun, has the ceremony been completed?"

Atsushi Nakajima spoke suddenly, Haru Miura came back to his senses, and subconsciously nodded:

"Well, it's done. Next, after Mr. Dazai finishes praying, you can write a blessing card."

"Is it to me?"

Osamu Dazai took a step forward and stood where Atsushi Nakajima was just now, with a slight smile on his face, and he didn't move for a long while. The young man beside him seemed to be used to it, and took out his wallet while sighing. Waiting for him to speak, who knows, Osamu Dazai took out two coins from his pocket, one fifty yen and one five yen.

The meaning of 55 yen in Hongzi is "hope to have five levels of fate".

It was a coincidence that he just made up 55 yuan.

"Eh?! Mr. Dazai?!"

You actually brought money today? ! !

Atsushi Nakajima widened his eyes, filled with disbelief, Osamu Dazai just stretched out his index finger and tapped his lips, then dropped the coin into the money box, repeating the same action as when Atsushi Nakajima prayed .

"The prayer is complete, the two of you will come to the Coin Hall with me and write a prayer card."

Haru Miura has been quietly waiting for the completion of the blessing ceremony of the two, and she did not speak until Osamu Dazai finished the last ceremony.

In front of the coin hall, which is specially provided for guests to write blessing cards, at the table, Haru Miura gave a long pink cardboard and said:

"This is a blessing card unique to Asakusa Shrine. Generally speaking, write down on the blessing card what you want to achieve the most for the next week. If your wish is in line with common sense, you will be blessed by the gods to a large extent."

"Hey... this is the blessing card Miss Haruno mentioned."

His slender fingers slowly rubbed along the edge of the blessing card, Osamu Dazai picked up the pen, and seemed to think of something before writing, and looked at the witch:

"Excuse me, who is the god enshrined in Asakusa Shrine?"

His deep brown eyes seemed to be able to suck people in. When Miura Haru looked at them, he suddenly felt a little short of breath.She calmed down a bit before answering:

"It's the land god."

The smile on her face is full of longing:

"It's the land god in charge of the southeast direction."

"yes……"

Osamu Dazai got this answer, the corners of his mouth raised, his eyes returned to the blessing card, and he wrote.

When the two blessing cards were put into the blessing box, it was announced that the whole blessing was finally over.When Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima were about to leave, Haru Miura asked them to wait, and returned to the shrine. When she returned, she handed them a red amulet.

"This is the amulet, carry it with you, it will protect you."

When she handed it to them, her purple grape-colored eyes were full of seriousness.

"Thank you Miss Xiaochun, I will take it well."

Atsushi Nakajima took over solemnly.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the amulet in his hand carefully, and after a while, put it into his inner pocket.

"Then, I look forward to seeing you again."

Miura Haru stood at the gate of the torii, smiling at them.

"Well, there will be a time later, lovely lady witch."

Osamu Dazai didn't know why, but before he turned and left, he even gave her a glance from the air, Haru Miura was taken aback, and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

"Chunzi."

Turning around and returning to the courtyard, Miura Haru suddenly heard Tsurumaru Kuninaga's voice behind her, she turned her head, and the snow-white Fusangshen was waving at her:

"It has been decided, the world of the first practice."

"!!!"

The young witch was silent for half a second, and then her heart beat wildly. She almost couldn't maintain the restraint that a witch should have and wanted to run. She finally suppressed her excitement and walked in front of Tsurumaru with small steps:

"Mr. Crane, where is the first world?"

Fu Sangshen, like a snow crane, put the compass that travels through time and space into her hand:

"It's where your grandmother went."

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'As in all things, hope is better than despair. '

- Goethe