Chapter 179: Disneyland

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Coming to Disneyland on Christmas Eve was perhaps a mistake.

Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at the sea of people in front of him and couldn’t help but think to himself.

Himegami Izayoi was wearing a Mickey Mouse headband, humming an unknown tune playing in the park. She had completely immersed herself in the atmosphere and looked very happy.

Kamibayashi Miko held a promotional brochure in her hand. From time to time, she would glance at the passing costumed characters, confirming whether they were Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, or some princess.

The Hokkaido Miko was licking a 500-yen matcha ice cream.

They had been waiting in line for half an hour.

Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at Rikka, who was concentrating on melting her ice cream, and asked curiously, “Rikka, how is your salary calculated? Is it fixed, or by the piece?”

“Fixed, 300 million a year.”

A Kasen gets 100 million a year, and participating in a battle is also 100 million—a village-level yokai is only 5 million…

Ordinary practitioners have a monthly base salary of 500,000 yen. If a yokai appears, a battle is 10 million yen.

In addition, there are various benefits, including medical care, subsidies, and death benefits. Family members can also enjoy some regular benefits.

As the Honshu Shinto Lord, Minamoto Kiyomoto couldn’t help but think about these things.

“It hasn’t changed for a long time. It was this much before, but it was worth more,” the Hokkaido Miko licked her ice cream.

“Before?” Minamoto Kiyomoto asked.

“A hundred years ago, I heard,” Rikka replied.

Himegami Izayoi saw that Minamoto Kiyomoto was not very clear and explained to him:

“When the current currency began to be used, how much one got a month was already fixed. A hundred years ago, an ordinary teacher got 30 yen a month, and the rent in Tokyo was 6 yen. At that time, they got 500,000 a month.”

Minamoto Kiyomoto nodded.

For that era, 500,000 yen a month was indeed a very large sum of money.

Even now, a bowl of ramen costs eight or nine hundred, and 500,000 a month is more than many people.

“It was too high at that time, and too low at this time. Why is that?” he asked.

“There weren’t many people at that time, and also to win people over, they sacrificed the future of ordinary people to support them. Now, the economy hasn’t developed for a long time, and there are more people. It’s impossible to do that anymore.”

Minamoto Kiyomoto was deep in thought.

Himegami Izayoi glanced at him and then said with a smile:
“Don’t think that just because you’re risking your life, you should get a high reward. There are plenty of people who want to exchange their lives for money. To put it simply, life is not valuable. How much do you get for killing someone? They get enough, just to make them behave. It’s like in the government, high salaries are to foster integrity.”

She added another sentence:
“But this is the same as high salaries fostering integrity. People’s greed can never be satisfied. After marrying me, you still want to marry another, and your eyes are still on the third, fourth, and fifth.”

The more she said, the more it didn’t sound right.

“Stop talking nonsense,” Minamoto Kiyomoto grabbed her red and black Mickey ears.

Himegami Izayoi let out a dissatisfied “hmm~” and patted his chest with her hand.

“It’s almost our turn,” Kamibayashi Miko reminded.

Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at the front of the line and at the same time tidied up the mouse headband that he had messed up for Himegami Izayoi.

Himegami Izayoi had a pouting look, but her body was snuggled against Minamoto Kiyomoto. Through the headband, a wave of warmth was transmitted from his palm to the bottom of her heart.

Kamibayashi Miko glanced at her and said with a slightly condescending smile, “The sign above says, ‘Tourists who cannot sit steadily on their own are not allowed to ride.’ Are you waiting outside?”

The project they were playing was a pirate ship.

“Master Kiyo, she’s bullying me,” Himegami Izayoi pouted and completely leaned into Minamoto Kiyomoto’s arms.

Minamoto Kiyomoto touched his nose and was poked by the mouse ears.

Himegami Izayoi didn’t know, but Kamibayashi Miko happened to see this scene and couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“Master Kiyo, look, she’s still smiling!”

Kamibayashi Miko ignored this vixen and asked Minamoto Kiyomoto, “Who are you sitting with?”

Himegami Izayoi subconsciously raised her head, wanting to look at him with her watery and seductive eyes, but the mouse ear headband hit Minamoto Kiyomoto again.

This time, she also saw it.

The two of them both laughed. Only the Hokkaido Miko looked at them with confusion, the crumbs of the ice cream cone sticking to the corner of her lips.

“With Miss Kamibayashi,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said, rubbing his nose.

“I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I know.”

“Are you angry?”

“No.”

“You’re sitting with her, not with me. Aren’t you angry?” Himegami Izayoi pouted.

“I’m on a date with Miss Kamibayashi today. Of course I have to sit with her,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said.

“You’re not on a date with me, so you’re not sitting with me?” Kamibayashi Miko asked.

“Of course not!”

“Then tell me, who are you sitting with?” Himegami Izayoi’s tone was like a spoiled child, and also like an interrogation.

“…Let’s go play other projects, the ones we can sit together.”

“This one is fine,” Kamibayashi Miko said faintly.

“…” Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at her.

Kamibayashi Miko learned from the Hokkaido Miko and tilted her head, “Hmm?”

The cannonballs shuttling through the air, the splashing water, and the roars of the pirates during their battle.

For the four people who had returned from the Pacific Ocean, even the Caribbean pirates themselves had not experienced as much as them.

Not necessarily. This was the Caribbean pirates that the world knew. The real pirates might be high-level practitioners who roamed the four seas and hunted yokai.

But no matter what the real Caribbean pirates were like, the one currently on display at Disneyland did not bring any new experience to the four of them.

“It doesn’t seem very interesting,” Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at Kamibayashi Miko. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“No need. It’s all boring anyway,” Kamibayashi Miko looked at the map and looked at the next project.

Under the beige trench coat, her long, smooth black hair, which looked even darker, fluttered.

“The fireworks at night are still worth looking forward to,” Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at her with a grin.

Kamibayashi Miko glanced at him and also remembered the fireworks festival in Uji.

“Let’s play this next,” she pointed to the mine on the map.

A mine left over from the gold rush era.

Decades had passed. The once bustling mine was now deserted. Only the unmanned old mine carts were still running wildly on the mountain.

In fact, it was just a roller coaster.

Most importantly, this time it was really a two-seater.

“What’s so fun about this?” Himegami Izayoi, wearing a Mickey headband and a popcorn bucket around her waist, was extremely cute and sweet.

“If you don’t like it, you can go play something else. I’ll go alone,” Kamibayashi Miko rolled up the map.

“I’ll go with Miss Kamibayashi,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said immediately.

“Playing this is not as good as letting Master Kiyo fly us around,” speaking of this, Himegami Izayoi became expectant.

“You guys go ahead,” it was their turn. Kamibayashi Miko sat down directly.

Minamoto Kiyomoto quickly sat next to her.

Himegami Izayoi snorted, grabbed a handful of popcorn from her pocket, and stuffed it into Minamoto Kiyomoto’s mouth.

The two high school girls sitting behind Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at him and a girl sitting together in disbelief, and were fed popcorn by another girl.

Rikka walked straight up and said, “I’ll sit on Kiyomoto’s lap.”

“No, no, this guest, please come down quickly!” the staff member said hurriedly.

“No? Why not?”

“Two people are just right. Three people will fall off!”

“So what if we fall off?”

“What… what will happen?” the staff member was stunned. “Of course something will happen. You could even be in mortal danger!”

Rikka really didn’t understand humans.

Himegami Izayoi also had to sit down, but Kamibayashi Miko and the others were already behind them. She and Rikka had to sit in the front, and also at the very front.

The mine cart started from the platform inside the mine, which was lit by a few lamps.

As soon as it started, it drove into the dark interior of the mine. Nothing could be seen. Only the excited chatter and the screams of some girls could be heard.

At the top were icicle-shaped stones that were about to fall at any moment.

Minamoto Kiyomoto gently held Kamibayashi Miko’s hand.

In the darkness, Kamibayashi Miko’s eyes, which were looking over, still shone with a clear light, like a clear stream in the darkness.

“I’m scared,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

“Scared?”

“I’ve never dared to watch ghost movies since I was a child. I’ve always stayed far away from haunted houses and the like. The first time I lived in Hakusan, I was so scared I couldn’t sleep.”

After giving an example, Minamoto Kiyomoto concluded, “I’m really scared.”

Kamibayashi Miko stared at him without a word.

A faint light had already appeared in the direction the mine cart was heading. Minamoto Kiyomoto seized the time and kissed her perfect lips.

A very light and short kiss.

It was like a cat and a cat touching and then separating.

However, at this moment, the mine cart suddenly accelerated. The two of them, whose heads had not yet separated, crashed into each other.

There was no romance at all, really.

Minamoto Kiyomoto’s increasingly strong body, although he had come back to his senses from the kiss in time and avoided a head-on collision, because he was too confident, he did not control his mouth—he wanted to kiss again.

His teeth broke Kamibayashi Miko’s delicate and inexperienced lips.

Next, on the mine cart, Kamibayashi Miko kept covering her mouth, her expression showing a little pain.

The mine cart quickly left the tunnel, sometimes swooping down, sometimes climbing up, sometimes tilting left and right, as if it were about to overturn on the ground, and then drilling into the dark tunnel again.

After getting off the mine cart, she still covered her mouth.

She pursed her lips, and there was a taste of blood.

“What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?” Himegami Izayoi looked at her strangely.

“Hmm,” Kamibayashi Miko replied simply.

The Hokkaido Miko next to her sniffed her small nose, and her crystal-clear lips opened slightly.

“Rikka, what do you want to play? You choose the next project,” Minamoto Kiyomoto was like the top-level whack-a-mole expert, not giving the mole any chance.

“Hmm—” Rikka fell into deep thought.

“Why is she choosing, not me?” Himegami Izayoi said.

“The three of us are our own people. She’s a guest. Of course, we should let the guest choose,” Minamoto Kiyomoto comforted.

Kamibayashi Miko unfolded the map with one hand, wanting to find a project with fewer people, and secretly use her divine power to heal the wound on her lips.

But this was Disneyland, and it was also Christmas Eve. People were coming and going.

“Huh? It’s you? What a coincidence!”

The four of them followed the voice and saw Itomi Sayaka, Itomi Yuki, Hanyu Chika, and Yagyu Michiko walking over in a mighty procession.

It wasn’t because of the number of people that it was mighty, but because of their outstanding appearance, which put a lot of pressure on ordinary people.

Minamoto Kiyomoto and the others were the same, and even more mighty.

After a simple greeting, Itomi Sayaka looked at Himegami Izayoi’s mouse headband for a while longer, and said to Kamibayashi Miko, who was covering her mouth:
“What’s wrong? Did you get sick on the roller coaster?”

“It’s nothing,” Kamibayashi Miko replied.

“Why didn’t you give her water? I always thought you were very considerate,” Itomi Sayaka said to Minamoto Kiyomoto with a critical tone.

‘If I could have given it to her, I would have. How could you possibly know about our affairs!’

“If she needed it, she would have said so herself,” Minamoto Kiyomoto kept a smile on his face and changed the subject. “Why are you here?”

“This is Chiba. Why aren’t we here?” Itomi Sayaka replied.

“Tokyo Disneyland,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said.

“In front of a Chiba resident, saying such a thing will get you beaten,” Itomi Yuki reminded with a smile.

“That makes sense. I’ve experienced the terror of Chiba Prefecture.”

Itomi Yuki glared at him with dissatisfaction. How dare he continue the topic, and in front of her, a Chiba resident.

‘This child is a bit like Miko,’ Tamahime commented.

“Then goodbye, Merry Christmas. We’ll meet in Tokyo after the New Year,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said his farewell.

“Aren’t we playing together?” Hanyu Chika said.

Minamoto Kiyomoto glanced at the other three and said to Hanyu Chika, “You’re not familiar with each other. It’s no fun to play together.”

Itomi Sayaka nodded in agreement.

They indeed had nothing to say to the Divine Medium, the Ise Miko, and the Hokkaido Miko.

“We’re going to take the steam train next, to leisurely enjoy the western scenery and the jungle. What about you?” she asked.

“We…”

Before Minamoto Kiyomoto could finish, the Hokkaido Miko spoke up, “A steam train? Let’s play that. I’ve never been on a train.”

“…” Minamoto Kiyomoto stared at her.

Rikka thought for a moment, figured out why he was looking at her, and then replied to him, “You let me choose.”

Itomi Sayaka laughed heartily, especially unrestrained. It didn’t match her delicate short hair at all, but a beautiful woman looked good no matter what.

“Then let’s go take the train,” Minamoto Kiyomoto nodded helplessly.

Anyway, it was impossible for the eight of them to sit together. In the end, they would still play their own games.

So the two groups formed a team. Minamoto Kiyomoto asked them how they had been during this time.

Itomi Sayaka was confined at home by her parents and was not allowed to go out, let alone stay in Tokyo as she used to. She was now learning to bake and was challenging herself to make a Christmas cake tonight.

Itomi Yuki had been on vacation since the day before yesterday and was teaching her sister how to make a cake at home.

Yagyu Michiko and Hanyu Chika were also there, staying at the Itomi family as friends. Their house was quite large.

“You can make a cake?” Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at Itomi Yuki in surprise.

Itomi Yuki did not speak, just raised her chin slightly.

“How is it?” Minamoto Kiyomoto asked curiously.

“Nothing special. It’s the same as the ones sold in the store,” she said lightly.

At the same time they were talking, Himegami Izayoi was also chatting with Kamibayashi Miko.

“Want some popcorn?” she said.

“No, thank you,” Kamibayashi Miko replied.

“I’ll give you the Mickey headband?”

“I don’t need it.”

“I’ll buy you a bottle of water? Drinking some water might make you feel better.”

“I’ll be fine if you don’t talk to me.”

“You’re not pregnant, are you? Otherwise, why would you get sick on such a slow ride? I didn’t.”

“…I’m not you. I won’t do that kind of thing before marriage.”

“You’re not firm enough in this relationship. You’re not confident,” Himegami Izayoi accused her in return. “If you’re determined to be with him in the future, why do you care about before or after marriage? You don’t love him as much as I do.”

‘I don’t love him? My lips were broken by him and I didn’t even scold him. I don’t love him?’

Kamibayashi Miko’s face remained calm, “Making excuses for lust can only prove one thing: you are a casual person.”

“Casual? Oh, I only like Kiyomoto and you. Liking two people is not considered casual among the three of us.”

Kamibayashi Miko had nothing to say, couldn’t say, and didn’t want to say.