Saturday afternoon.

Today is a warm sunny day.

Kanoya finished studying Soami Rukado with Miss Kumo in Minato City and took the ghost locomotive back home early.

Because there were not many classes today and the weather was nice, she seemed to be in a good mood.

Xiaolu is the type of person who easily finds self-satisfaction.

It's mid-May and summer hasn't started yet, so the temperature in Tokyo is indeed quite comfortable.

But after all, Kanoya has never lived in Tokyo for a long time. When the summer comes, the city will become hot, stuffy, and humid, which is a bit torture.

boom--

The ghost locomotive maintained the [ghost acceleration] state, roared through the courtyard wall, and crashed into the garage. Then with a handsome tail flick, Obara Hayami kicked the ground with his boots, and steadily stopped the ghost locomotive in front of the ghost Mazda.

On the edge.

This highly technical parking maneuver may be a bit redundant. After all, every time Obara takes off his cat-eared helmet, the motorcycle will dissipate.

But being handsome is all that matters.

Kanoya jumped out of the back seat: "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Zawei!"

After leaving the garage with his schoolbag, Xiaolu saw three figures on the other side of the courtyard.

Her two ghost talk masters, and Master Hachisha.

"Is the end of the world about to happen!? Master Yashiku is actually staying with two master ladies. What a strange combination... and the three of them are not at war with each other."

Such a rare sight surprised Kanyeya.

And on that side——

Prajna was wearing a pair of small wooden clogs and holding gardening scissors in his hand, trimming the branches of vegetation in the courtyard. Bachiyang was standing next to her, observing with interest.

As for Mary, she was sitting on the floor that extended from the living room.

The wind chimes on the eaves swayed softly above her head.

Most of the time, Mary's attention was not focused on Prajna and Bachiyang in front of her, but on the living room at the back.

Because Kamiya is staying in the room.

Eight-foot girl: "I didn't expect that Miss Prajna is also proficient in gardening. Through reasonable pruning, further regulating the reasonable distribution of nutrients and suppressing excessive growth, you can cultivate a beautiful tree shape. It is very impressive."

Prajna: "I only know a little bit."

"You're so humble. It doesn't just look like you know a little bit. Everyone is obviously an Aragami. Why do you know so many things?"

Bashi Xian seems to be full of curiosity about Prajna:

"Oh, I know, maybe it has something to do with the background of the story of your birth? Did Miss Prajna come from that kind of 'well-educated noble lady in ancient times, who was treated unfairly by her husband's family after getting married, and finally transformed into a Prajna resentful spirit'?

Was it born out of a similar story?”

"I'm not married."

While Prajna said this, he subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look at the Kamiya River in the living room, but as soon as he turned his face to the side, he resisted.

Naturally, she has never married, and she is still a young girl.

As far as public opinion is concerned, the background of the birth story is just a story. Like the Prajna of the Kamiya family, her character and abilities at birth were indeed affected by various "Prajna stories".

But she is not the protagonist of those stories, she exists independently.

To put it more bluntly, she should be born from the various negative emotions of ancient women.

Prajna had been staying at Inuming Pass since he was born, and would often go to tease Bai'er when he had nothing to do. Until later, he was seriously injured by the evil dog god and was "picked up" by Kamiya in the forest.

This was basically her entire "life experience" before meeting Kamiyagawa.

"Po~ I'm sorry, please don't pay attention. I know that a story is just a story. It's about us, but it's not us."

The Eight-foot Girl is also a weird talker in public opinion, and can clearly distinguish the difference between the story and herself.

"What about you? What story did it come from?" Prajna stopped and asked.

The eight-foot girl thought about it seriously: "Hmm... the evil sister who robs the virginity of boys on an isolated island or something like that?"

Prajna blinked his eyes, did not answer, and continued to trim the remaining branches of vegetation with garden scissors.

"In the story that gave birth to you, did the ladies of ancient times practice flower weddings since they were young? So they were proficient in flower arrangement, tea ceremony, calligraphy, and cooking?"

Suddenly the scene became cold, but Bachiyang was not discouraged and talked to Prajna again.

But before Prajna could answer, Mary, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly stood up: "Huayuan... practicing?"

"It's the bridal practice, Miss Mary." Bachijian still had that same smile on his face.

Gringos don’t seem to understand this very well.

"Bride, do you want to know how to cut branches?"

As Mary was born from a story background like "Revenge Doll", she probably wouldn't be able to chat on the same channel as Hannya and the Eight-foot Girl.

She didn't know what she was thinking. She thought for a moment and walked to the red maple tree in the yard. She tightened her grip on the handle of the knife and gently rubbed the blade on the ground.

"What you want to do is not pruning." Bian Prajna continued his work, his tone was unhurried and concise, "Besides, he likes this maple tree very much."

Mary:……

After being silent for a while, Mary looked up at Prajna expressionlessly and chose to drag the knife away.

"Miss Mary actually listens to Miss Prajna."

The eight-foot girl laughed in admiration.

In the impression, this Miss Mary would chop off Lord Kamiya's head without mercy in the other world, but in reality, she didn't even chop down a red maple tree.

interesting.

…

"Mr. Hachisha, and the ladies, I'm back!"

Kanoya appeared next to the eight-foot girls with a schoolbag in hand. She had seen everything that happened here just now.

"Thank you for studying hard, Yukino."

The eight-foot girl responded enthusiastically to Xiaolu's greeting.

Prajna nodded to her in a dignified manner, and she seemed to have adapted to the title of "Master's Wife".

Finally, there was Mary, who glanced at Xiaolu without knowing anything, her face expressionless, and she tilted her head slightly.

Maybe it's a response.

Hachisha Girl: "Yukino, do you want to join the ladies in their afternoon chat?"

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The little deer bowed slightly to the three elders, then trotted into the house.

When she left, she was still wondering in her heart: "How strange... Has the relationship between Master Prajna and Master Mary gotten better recently?"

Putting down his schoolbag, Kanoya saw Kamiyagawa in the living room.

Just now in the courtyard, she noticed through the glass door that the master seemed to be doing something strange.

In the living room.

Little Zashiki sat next to Kamiyagawa, watching every move of his old father with bated breath.

There was also Kuuchang who was putting his paws on the coffee table and chirping something, and Hiyoribo was sitting on the coffee table with his knees upright.

Finally, there is Kamiya, who is sitting upright with his hands naturally placed on his knees.

Beside him, a huge illusory arm floated out of thin air.

The dark black arms are translucent, looking extremely brutal yet full of beauty.

Moreover, the arms are very large, and the thickest part is almost as thick as Kanoya's waist.

"Master, this... what is this?"

Kanoya stepped forward and didn't look scared at all, but this was the first time she saw the second stage of the ghost hand.

In the past, because his control was not very good, Kamiyagawa had always summoned the Hand of Ibaraki in the Flower Bell School in the Other World. Only when his operation level was improved, he dared to directly release it at home.

Now, Kamiya is undergoing fine motor control training on Ghost Hands.

"My ghost hand, you have seen it in the state of the ghost cage hand before."

Kamiya responded like this.

"Lord Kamiya, I'll make you tea again!"

The little sun on the coffee table stood up, groaned, raised the teapot with both hands, and poured a cup of tea. Then he knelt down again and looked at the head of the house expectantly.

"Yeah!" Zashiki began to cheer up his old father.

Only Kanoya, who had just entered, looked confused.
To be continued...