Being stared at like this by her, Fujiwara Reya instinctively straightened his back, sitting up like a child being scolded, while in his heart, he lamented that Asuka was really pitiable to be oppressed by such a sister every day at home.
"By the way, how old are you?" After a while, Kasahara Fumi asked softly, "Seventeen?"
"Eight months shy of eighteen." Fujiwara Reya replied.
"Why did you come to Tokyo?"
"To rebuild Asakusa Shrine."
"And then?"
For a moment, Fujiwara Reya fell silent.
How should he put it?
He wasn't sure either.
Kasahara Fumi picked up her cup and drank the pine nut wine inside while waiting for the answer.
"Probably, find someone to take my place," Fujiwara Reya answered, "or like my dad, have a son to inherit the shrine,"
"Your father?" Kasahara Fumi squinted her eyes and said.
"Yes," Fujiwara Reya replied, "a person who is gentle to the extreme."
"That's quite an extraordinary evaluation," Kasahara Fumi nodded, "I'd like to meet him."
