Chapitre 89: Reality Really Doesn't Show Armpit Miko
"Wait, what's with this one!"
Flipping through the photos, Hina suddenly saw the appearance of her underwear.
It was a scene where she stood tall in the corner of the Great Buddha, and only Asahi was facing her.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's the wind." Asahi said seriously.
"Is that true?"
Hina expressed her doubts.
"How can I lie to you, and even if I see it, it's nothing."
"That's what you say, but..."
Hina twists her body in a tangled state.
In order to change the subject, Asahi coughed softly: "Coffee is coming."
Coincidentally the coffee did come, and Hina pouted. Of course, it's not easy to talk about such personal things in front of outsiders, so she put her camera away.
After drinking coffee, they rested for 10 minutes, then the two continued to visit Tsurugaoka Hachimangu Shrine.
Purchased some local carvings, walked through the hawker street, and the two arrived at the torii gate.
This is the Myojin torii stone, the whole body is made of mikage stone, that is, granite.
"I heard that after the torii gate is... God's Kingdom."
Asahi looked at his height, eight or nine meters.
Japan claims to have eight million gods. But in fact, counting all kinds of herbs and monsters to make up the numbers, Tsurugaoka Hachimangu Shrine is definitely different from that small shrine, and the atmosphere is calmer and more solemn.
"Does Asahi believe that there are gods?"
Hina followed behind step by step.
"Maybe yes, maybe no, I'm not really interested in religion, just keep your distance..."
Asahi thinks that his attitude toward religion is average.
Although....
It's Shinto, or Buddhism, that originated in Japan, and it's all just seen as a kind of spiritual comfort.
"That's how it is. If you're not too interested in shrines, let's take a look and leave." Hina said emphatically.
"No, follow your lead. Besides, it's not right to say that I'm not interested in shrines. I'm still curious about creatures like Miko."
Asahi had never seen Miko exist in the real world, so he was still interested.
"Hmm... Asahi likes shrine maidens."
Hina couldn't see the color of happiness or anger, she looked so innocent.
Asahi squeezed her tender little hand: "You are jealous."
"Hmph, not at all."
Seeing the woman's insincere expression, Asahi couldn't hold back his heartbeat, he hugged her tightly, and kissed her for the first time under the torii gate.
A minute later, Hina lowered her head as if she had done something bad, and was led obediently. Of course, actions are more important than words, so don't argue with women.
Walking between the second and third torii gates, with cherry trees and rhododendrons planted on both sides, like a tunnel of flowers, the scenery is very beautiful.
However, Hina was not in the mood to appreciate it. She was so enthusiastic for the kiss just now, she didn't refuse it. She knew that such a day would come, even later than she had imagined, but doing it in a holy place like a torii gate, let her have a kind of suspense: blasphemy of the god kingdom.
"Standing here."
In a trance, Asahi's voice was full of magnetism.
Hina was flustered and obedient, she stood under the cherry blossom tree, showing a charming smile against a backdrop of pink and white cherry blossom petals.
Asahi shot without hesitation.
The scene before him would remain on the camera forever, and it would also remain in his mind forever.
"Let's hurry over there!"
Hina, who had recovered to normal, caught a glimpse of what a miko was doing on the other side of the hall.
"Okay."
Asahi also showed interest.
The two walked quickly outside and sat down: watch, there were already quite a few people sitting on the futons.
In the hall, several geisha with faces as pale as ghosts were performing dance music, and a miko in the depths seemed to be holding some kind of ceremony.
Skipping geishas, Asahi mainly focuses on Miko. She was wearing a white dress, and her lower body was a red, skirt-like hakama. She wears a white ankle bag and red button-down straw sandals.
Miko's hair was rather long, the back was wrapped in white sandalwood paper and tied with thread. Since she wasn't wearing a chihaya, it was unknown if she was a professional or a part-time Miko.
"It's absolutely impossible to have a Miko with bare armpits."
Asahi muttered under his breath like a sigh, only to feel that the fantasy in his heart was crushed.
"What?"
Hina didn't hear clearly, so she turned around and whispered in his ear.
"Very nice."
Slightly itching, Asahi kissed his cheek in retaliation.
"Oh, what are you doing?"
Smacking her coquettishly, Hina puffed out her cheeks in embarrassment.
"Stop making trouble, concentrate on watching, you are disrespecting a god."
Asahi kissed back.
There was nothing she could do about it, Hina became embarrassed.
In the end, when the dance ended, Asahi was disappointed.
Geisha aside, the Miko wasn't pretty either, but perhaps the relationship between her clothes and her job added a bit of charm to her.
...
Asahi looked at Hina whose fingers were intertwined, and her face was filled with happiness and asked, "Let's go to the flower garden."
"Un."
After leaving Tsurugaoka Hachimangu Shrine, the two left.
But it's a shame I went at the wrong time, when the flowering period wasn't very prolific, so they didn't visit for long before returning disappointed.
"Should we go back in June?"
After visiting the flower garden, Hina wasn't enjoying herself much, so she waited expectantly.
The main reason is that the hydrangeas haven't bloomed yet. The hydrangeas that bloom in June coincide with the rainy season. After being wet by the rain, it is another style, just like a landscape painting.
"We'll be back in June."
How could Asahi disapprove of such a trivial matter.
After visiting several places, it was almost 4 p.m. and the sky was getting dark, the two of them hurriedly got on the bus and got off at the station.
Initially, there were still three stops to Enoshima, but one day wasn't enough, so they had to get off the bus to see the sunset.
As soon as they stepped out of the station, they could feel the smell of the sea, having walked along the crowd.
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