Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Mitsuha Miyamizu came to the classroom, and Shunya Yamanaka and his two female followers also arrived. Seeing Mitsuha's eyes, the three of them quickly turned their heads.

Hehe, it seems like this feels good. Mitsuha Miyamizu smiled happily in her heart and decided not to pursue the matter of Hojo Kyosuke causing pain to her shoulder.

At night, Miyamizu Shrine

Mitsuha Miyamizu put on the brick-red yukata and carefully knitted the knots that would be used to tie the wooden box containing the ingredients for the sake.

The knot was quickly knitted. After Hojo Kyosuke's explanation, Mitsuha Miyamizu also understood that if his body hadn't been used twice by that person, the knot would have been knitted long ago.

With the help of her grandma and sister, Miyamizu Mitsuha tied up her hair, put on the red and white miko costume, put on the gilded Tiantian crown, and put on bright red lipstick, and then helped her sister Yotsuba to dress up in the same way.

Holding the Kagura bell, Mitsuba walked tragically to the place where the ceremony was held.

Why didn't I switch bodies today? I just asked Kyousuke Hojo to help me dance the Kagura dance. With this thought in mind, Mitsuba Miyamizu stepped onto the stage with a solemn expression.

It is said to be a stage, but it is actually a tall wooden building like a pavilion. There are two piles of flames burning on the left and right sides of the pavilion. When the cool breeze blows at night, little sparks will float to the center of the pavilion, adding a dreamy feel.

The pavilion is supported by tall pillars, and those who watch the ceremony can only see the witch on the stage by raising their heads. This is a tribute to God and God's attendants.

Because it is a Rokushin Shrine in the countryside, there are no dedicated musicians, and the soundtrack is played directly through speakers.

The sound of the flute and taiko drum sounded. Miyamizu and Mitsuha sisters raised the Kagura bells in their hands and turned their wrists slightly. The layers of Kagura bells collided with each other. The crisp ringtones echoed and echoed endlessly, lingering in the night sky.

Bonfire, taiko drum, kagura, shrine maiden.

The Miyamizu family has been holding on to this ritual for unknown reasons for thousands of years. Who is the god to be sacrificed to, what is the purpose of the sacrifice, and why the Miyamizu family was chosen...

Everything was buried in the "Guan Goro Fire".

Follow the rhythm, turn around, roll your sleeves, caress the rope...

The wide sleeves of the red and white miko uniform were flying among the stars, and Mitsuba Miyamizu danced meticulously to please the gods.

On the side of the pavilion, Natori Sayaka was lying on the guardrail, watching Mitsuha Miyamizu's performance carefully. Although Mitsuha Miyamizu always thought this was a shameful thing, she felt that Mitsuha at this time was so beautiful, so beautiful that people dared not look directly at her.

"Hey." The imperial envoy Katsuhiko Kawara came over from behind. He was originally asked to help at home, but he still rushed over before the festival ended.

"It's so beautiful." Natori Sayaka looked at Mitsuha Miyamizu on the stage with envy.

"Yes." The emissary agreed heartily.

"Huh?" Natori Sayaka's tone changed.

"You are more beautiful." The emissary quickly made amends.

"Forget it, Mitsuba is indeed too beautiful to be jealous." In Natori Sayaka's eyes, there were orange flames, and Mitsuha Miyamizu dancing in the gap between the flames.

"..." Imperial Commander Katsuhiko Kawara didn't say anything anymore. Just let it be what you say.

Mitsuha Miyamizu walked toward her sister with small steps. The two sisters leaned together, holding up the Kagura bell with their left hand, and pulling the red string tied to the bell with their right hand.

The Kagura bell in his hand sounded from top to bottom, and the clear ringing sound continued until the red rope between the two hands became straight.

The Kagura Dance is officially over, and what follows is what Mitsuha Miyamizu considers her nightmare. She had already seen that Junya Yamanaka and two female followers were already standing in the audience.

God, let me switch bodies immediately. I don’t want this kind of life for a second!

He walked behind the curtain with small steps and took out the items needed to make the chewing wine.

Steamed glutinous rice is placed on white paper. Sanye is sitting on his knees with his waist straight. Holding the wide cuff of the other hand with his left hand, he stretched out three fingers of his right hand, picked up a ball of rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

While chewing, Sanye looked around with his peripheral vision.

Why are these two guys, Sayaka and Chishi, looking so carefully? I'm so shy. Didn't I tell you not to come and see me?

And Yamanaka Toshiya, that bastard, just stay home if your butt hurts, why are you here? Manaka Mina, I heard you say I feel sick! I will write on the memo later and ask Kyosuke Hojo to teach you a lesson the next time he switches bodies!

While thinking wildly and chewing the rice in his mouth for the prescribed number of times, Miyamizu Mitsuha picked up the porcelain bottle next to him, which contained "Miyamizu" collected from the mountain behind Miyamizu Shrine, which is a good source of water for brewing wine.

Open the bottle cap, raise the bottle, let the cool spring water slowly flow into your mouth, then continue chewing, and mix the "palace water" and rice thoroughly until the two turn into a soft liquid.

"Kouchewing wine, which is said to be the best wine in the world, is made by chewing rice mixed with spring water, spitting it out and sealing it, waiting for natural fermentation. Some people think this is a wine full of divine power, while others find it disgusting. "The imperial envoy Katsuhiko Heyuan watched with great interest.

"Does the god really like chewing wine?" Natori Sayaka also looked at it seriously.

Miyamizu Mitsuha kept chewing with her eyes closed, her long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and her bright red lips moved.

"Maybe it's not for the gods." Imperial envoy Katsuhiko Kawara said.

While the two were talking, Miyamizu Mitsuha had already finished chewing.

He picked up the wooden box with one hand and put it to his mouth, covered the lower half of his face with his sleeve with one hand, and slowly spit out the liquid in his mouth.

The milky white soft liquid flows into the wooden box, glowing under the firelight.

"Hey, I definitely can't do this. I definitely won't be able to get married after doing this!"

A voice full of disgust rang out from the audience, Mitsuha Miyamizu didn't even open her eyes. It’s you again, Manaka Mina, I’ll give you a beating tomorrow!

Cover the wooden box with white paper, and wrap it with the knotted rope that you have made before, twist it, and tie it.

The sound of the taiko drum slowly stopped, Miyamizu Mitsuha and Yotsuba held the wooden box and walked step by step towards the backyard where the sake was worshiped. The unfermented chewing wine will be temporarily placed here, waiting to be sent to the imperial body for enshrinement.

Change your clothes and wash off the sweat from dancing Kagura dance.

Mitsuha Miyamizu held the shrine maiden uniform and walked side by side with her sister on the road leading from the shrine to home.

After crossing the first torii gate on the top of the mountain, we jogged to the stone steps.

The stupid little sister Yotsuba actually asked her to sell the Kuchou wine online, with her own photo poster. Just imagining that scene for a moment made Sanye feel extremely ashamed.

I ran to the second torii gate on the mountainside and looked at the dark town below and Lake Itomori reflecting the moon. Thinking about shameful rituals and boring small town life.

Sanye couldn't help shouting:

"I've had enough of this small village, I've had enough of this boring life, let me become a handsome guy in Tokyo in my next life."

In her excitement, a few crystal tears even overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

Although she was shouting, the girl's sweet voice still made the echo sound pleasant.

The stagnant air in his chest poured out as he yelled. Mitsuba thought of the memo and Hojo Kyosuke. That’s right, can’t I be a handsome guy in Tokyo now? That guy seems to be from Tokyo, right? I don’t know if he is a handsome guy?

Is this a gift from God? Thinking this way, Mitsuha Miyamizu's mood instantly improved. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, with a bright smile on his face.

Miyamizu Yotsuba, who was following behind, watched her sister yell sadly for a while, then laugh happily, and a drop of cold sweat flowed down her face.

"What a fool."

I think the dancing part was very well written.