287 – Psychic
“No, they just have similar temperaments.”
Muttering that in a small voice, a girl named Kozue came out from the counter and looked at me and Fuma-senpai before asking.
“Sister, who is your brother?”
This is a really bold question.
It’s the first time we’ve met each other, but it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen a kid who isn’t afraid of me at the first meeting.
When I tried to open my mouth again, Fuma-senpai next to me raised his hand first and spoke.
“They are Mizuki-sensei’s students over there.”
Ah, the girl opened her mouth slightly.
“Then are you seniors?”
“Seniors?”
When Fuma-senpai tilted her head at the unexpected choice of words, Mizuki-sensei, who was next to her, answered instead.
“Kozue is the daughter of an adult relative who is the priestess of this shrine, but she is entering the high school of Ichijo Gakuen this year.”
“High school students?!”
Fuma-senpai looked back at Kozue in surprise.
Only looking at the face value, I would believe that I had just become a middle school student, but since they said I would be a high school student this year, I felt a gap there.
“Even if you look like this, you’re a decent lady.”
Kozue pounding her own breasts with her fists doing her ahem.
However, even that appearance was quite dainty in the eyes of a third person.
“So cute~”
In the end, May-Ling unexpectedly hugs Kozue as if she couldn’t stand it.
Looking at her like that and seeing her hands twitch, Fuma-senpai seems to be of the same mind.
Kozue being stroked with all her strength, she said with a trembling face that this situation was awkward.
“Sister, do something with this person.”
“That’s right, the person stroking you right now is not my student…”
“Haa, that’s what I’m talking about now…”
As she said that, Kozue let out a small sigh and attempted a surprise head-butt.
However, like a skilled fighter, Meiling dodges the attack in nano units.
“Huh, nice try.”
While she said that, her smug look was disgusting even to me.
“Profit!”
Thanks to that, Kozue, who got her medicine upright, showed a breathtaking battle with Mei Ling by casting his cat like a cat, but she couldn’t keep up with Mei Ling’s movements, who were strong enough to win the fighting tournament.
In the end, I must have gotten tired of my pool, so I gave up and went back to Mizuki-sensei.
“Rather than that, didn’t we come to do omikuji?”
“Oh, I did.”
Belatedly remembering the original purpose, we asked Mizuki-sensei to look at the fortune-telling.
Then Mizuki-sensei said, “It’s 100 yen per person,” And she held out a shaken fortune teller.
We took turns pulling the mikuji sticks out of the barrel one by one.
“Number 29.”
As I said that and held out the stick, Mizuki-sensei handed me the fortune-telling that corresponds to the number.
Brush-
「Damn」
[From the beginning of the year, there is a high possibility of being caught up in bad things. Don’t react emotionally, judge rationally and you’ll have a good chance of getting out of a crisis. Lucky Color: Red]
“I’m ugly.”
As I said that, I looked around, and Huma-senpai and Mei-ling said they had a small path and a medium path, respectively.
“If there is a scar, tie it to the tree next to it. Kim will have to be careful this year.”
“…Thank you for your concern.”
Feeling strangely uncomfortable, I tied a piece of paper with a fortune-telling on it to a tree branch.
“Then, the worship is over, so let’s go downstairs. There’s a house down here that makes amazing udon.”
“Udon!”
When the topic of eating comes up, Meiling’s eyes twinkle.
I didn’t say anything, but it seems that I was quite hungry.
“Udon ♪ Udon ♪”
Humming her hum, she hops up and down the stairs first.
Who would think that she is a female college student when she sees her lively appearance?
As she looked down at Mei Ling’s back with a wry smile on her face, Fuma-senpai approached her side and whispered softly.
“Did you say Kozue? That girl is a real psychic.”
“A medium?”
“It refers to people who communicate with spirits. Perhaps the blood of a famous shaman runs in your family line.”
Hearing those words, I remembered what I had experienced at school with Mizuki-sensei during the final exams of the first semester.
An eerie masked monster that imitated the voices of others.
At the end, I ended up beating her up with her fists, but the horrific memory of that time is still vivid.
“The reason the child said you were Susanoo-sama was probably because he felt a strong sense of thunder. One of the three demons, Susanoo, has been known since ancient times as a god who controls wind and lightning.”
Is it wind and lightning?
I naturally thought of the Fuma clan’s martial arts, Gale (Hayate) and Trust (Jinrai).
I haven’t fully grasped qi yet, but I did know that its properties change depending on the temperament of the user.
A representative example of this is Ivan, who handles blue lightning with a mixture of positive and negative energy.
Thinking about that, I thought I could understand why Kozue was momentarily mistaken.
“In modern times, as urbanization progresses, it is difficult to find real psychics, but this must also be fate. Be friendly from now on. If you have at least one psychic you know in your life, you will never lose anything.”
“I’ll refer to it.”
Because of Fuma-senpai’s personality, he’s not one to talk empty words, so it’s really rare.
I stopped going down the stairs and glanced back.
Kozue and Mizuki-sensei entertain other worshipers at the shrine.
Something about her, she had the feeling that I would continue to know her.
***
After the New Year’s visit, we had a late lunch at Fuma-senpai’s favorite udon restaurant near the shrine.
“Kyaa! The soup is amazing!”
After drinking every drop of broth, Meiling shakes an empty bowl over her head.
Even actions that would make her look vulgar if done by others become picturesque by herself.
“Old man! Here’s another tempura udon!”
“hahahahaha! It’s nice to see the young lady eating well!”
The owner of the shop must have liked Meiling’s cheerful eating style, and started boiling the udon noodles again with a big smile.
“Meiling, it’s already been three bowls, aren’t you full?”
“Huh? I’m just starting out?”
Huma-senpai, who has a habit of restraining himself, put on a tired expression at Meiling’s overspending.
Well, Meiling definitely tends to eat a lot.
This may be applicable to most people who exercise hard in the first place.
This is because people who have trained their bodies to the limit eventually need a high-calorie meal to maintain their optimal condition.
“The tempura udon you ordered is here!”
“I’ll eat well!”
After saying that, Meiling starts her own lonely fight again.
Fuma-senpai, who had been watching the scene, shook his head and began to eat his own udon, probably giving up.
When only the sound of slurping echoed through the store for a while, someone walked through the noren and entered.
“Hello~”
I turned my head at the familiar voice, and the ones standing in front of the shop door were Ryuji in everyday clothes, and Yaguchi and Yuika in luxurious kimono, furisode.
“Ryuji?”
“Yooseong?”
***
Did you say the day you go is market day?
Today, I often meet people I know in the neighborhood.
Ryuji and the others, who appear to have come to visit the New Year like us, said they had just come down from the shrine.
“Did you guys go to the shrine in front of me too?”
“Yes, there are few shrines around here.”
There is no coincidence like this.
To go to the same shrine on the same day and at the same time and eat udon at the same restaurant.
Naturally, Ryuji and the others sat at the table next to ours and each ordered something to eat.
「I am Kitsune Udon!」
「Jim likes grilled rice balls.」
Including those who can’t actually eat because they’re ghosts.
As I sent a look of deep consolation to Ryuji, who had to order three servings of food alone unintentionally, I asked what the reason was.
Then it was Yaguchi who answered that.
“Originally, it’s an annual event for us to visit and come back every New Year. It’s a bit annoying, but there’s a strange sense of pride when you come down after visiting the shrine.”
“…Actually, I was dragged out after oversleeping.”
As Ryuji whispered a secret in my ear, Yaguchi called out his name with an expression like a rabble.
“Ryuujiii?”
“Hey!”
Anyway, aside from the stupid couple, I asked Yuika, who was wearing a furisode just like Yaguchi.
“Come to think of it, Yuika, you too will be a high school student this year, right?”
“Yes. Why is that all of a sudden?”
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“Oh, it’s nothing. I saw a girl the same age as you at the shrine earlier. It’s Mizuki Kozue.”
“Ah! I mean Kozu-chan!”
“Do you know each other?”
“We were in the same class in 2nd grade. He was so cute that he was treated as a mascot among the classmates.”
Listening to Yuika’s words, I remembered Kozue’s appearance from earlier.
Is it a mascot?
I think I fully understand.
“But how does your brother know Kozu-chan?”
“Ah, I went to see fortune telling at a shrine earlier and saw that she was working as a shaman there. As I was chanting, I thought of you because the topic of your age came up.”
“What a waste! To miss the opportunity to see Kozu-chan as a miko!”
Yuika chewed on her own fingernails with a look of sincere regret on her face.
Seeing Yuika for the first time, I was a bit dumbfounded, but soon she came to her senses and asked.
“So what kind of child is Mizuki?”
“Kozu-chan? Well, I guess. Other than being a little dazed or talking to myself often, I don’t think there’s anything too angular about it.”
The class mascot and all, after saying a lot of good things, the evaluation is strangely merciless.
“But why are you suddenly asking me this? Are you interested in Kozu-chan?”
“No, it’s not like that.”
I shook my head and denied the lolicon suspicion, but Yuika’s suspicious expression didn’t seem to fade for a while.