Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

"Please let me go..."

Mizumiya Shizuku, who was being pressed against, was a little overwhelmed, her voice full of tears: "I am a pure shrine maiden..."

She found the refreshing smell on Miura Gensuke's body strange, and her face would blush and her heart would beat faster when she smelled it.

"I can let you go, but please stop attacking randomly."

Miura Gensuke released Mizumiya Shizuku from his arms: "Let's get this over with as soon as possible, then you can continue being a miko, and I'll go on my date."

"Isn't it good for everyone to be happy like this?"

"Hmph..." Mizumiya Shizuku adjusted her miko uniform, then stood elegantly under the eaves, keeping a distance from Miura Gensuke: "These are what those who participate in the fireworks festival deserve."

"I'm just teaching them a lesson on behalf of the Water God."

"At this time of year, there's always a lot of trash in the river, and not many people go to the Water God Temple to worship. It's like a cuckoo taking over the magpie's nest!"

After all, there are more than one million people gathered tonight, and there will always be some people who litter. Even if it is 100%, there are 1 people.

So there is indeed a lot of garbage here in the Sumida River every year, and it has to be cleaned up by volunteers.

It's not surprising that the witch would be angry.

"Let's not talk about this for now. What will happen to people whose colors are taken away?" Miura Gensuke was very confused about this.

So far, there appear to be no other side effects for people who lose their color.

"Is it possible that we'll die?" Miura Gensuke grasped Mizumiya Shizuku's shoulders. "Are you going to kill over a million people?"

"How is that possible!" Mizumiya Shizuku couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous: "Lord Water God should just give them a small punishment."

"When they come here to worship, it will probably change back."

"Uh..." Miura Gensuke frowned: "The problem is that those who lost their color didn't notice that they had lost their color..."

“It’s like common sense has changed.”

"How could this happen?" Mizumiya Shizuku looked surprised.

"How did you make everyone lose their color?" Hoshizaki Sayo pointed at her gray hair and said, "Change back quickly."

"I just... prayed to the gods..." Mizumiya Shizuku felt a little guilty: "What I do is up to the gods..."

"Maybe the Water God just doesn't like bright colors, so he made everyone black and white..."

Tsukimiya Sakurano pulled her aside and talked to her: "Miss Mizumiya, when were you able to communicate with the Water God? It can't be possible all the time, right?"

"Last week, after the exam..." Mizumiya Shizuku looked at the black and white Tsukimiya Sakurano: "When I prayed, I could hear the answer."

"It's true!"

"Making others lose their color doesn't seem like the power of the Water God..." Tsukimiya Sakurano was very puzzled by this.

"Let me go back to the main hall and take a look..."

This time, Tsukimiya Sakurano brought Mizumiya Shizuku into the main hall together.

Of course, other people who are not clergymen are not allowed to go in.

The shrine takes this very seriously, to the point that there aren't even any photos of the interior of the main hall online.

Because the main hall is where the relics of the gods are enshrined, it is quite secretive.

"Well……"

After looking around the main hall, Tsukimiya Sakurano set her sights on a painting inside the temple.

The painting looks new, not antique.

The content of the painting is just a simple landscape of flowers and plants. It is an ink painting and looks very elegant.

"Who put this painting here?"

"I don't know..." Mizumiya Shizuku shook her head.

"Aren't you a shrine maiden? You should be quite familiar with the main hall."

"Maybe it was put there by my sister, she's also a shrine maiden. I was busy with exams a while ago." Mizumiya Shizuku stared at the painting curiously: "Isn't this painting good? What's so strange about it?"

Tsukimiya Sakurano wanted to take down the painting and show it to Miura Gensuke.

But when she picked up the painting, she found that there was a back side to it.

The painting on the back is of a woman.

Just as Tsukimiya Sakurano was thinking, the woman in the painting suddenly moved.

"Gensuke!"

Sakura hurriedly left the main hall and handed the painting to Miura Gensuke: "Look at this person, she..."

"Teacher Takagi?" Miura Gensuke reached into the painting in surprise. "Aren't you in the art classroom? Why are you here..."

That’s right, the woman in the painting is Mr. Takagi who turned into a sculpture.

It's summer vacation, so why not come out and relax for a while?

After being recognized, Mr. Takagi walked out of the painting.

But at this moment, she no longer looks like a sculpture, but has colors and is almost like an ordinary person.

Since promising to send her paint every week, Gensuke Miura would chat with Teacher Takagi when they met.

However, the other party has always been immersed in the world of art and has no concern for the real world.

"Teacher Takagi..." Yukawa Haruka also recognized the other person.

"Ah... hello..." Teacher Takagi just nodded slightly, but his eyes were still thoughtful.

"What are you doing here?" Miura Gensuke suspected that everyone's loss of color was the work of Teacher Takagi.

"I'm painting..." Teacher Gao Mu looked at the stone tablet beside him: "I have been appreciating the paintings of famous artists, which has given me a lot of inspiration."

"A painting is like a world, but I don't have my own world yet..."

“I want to paint a picture…”

"A painting of a god..."

"Ah, you're here for the color thing, right?"

"Don't worry, I'm just adjusting the colors..."

"Color matching?" Miura Gensuke looked at the strange teacher Takagi: "Are we in a painting?"

Some time ago, Mr. Gao Mu was not so crazy...

Have you become obsessed with studying art?

"That's right, everyone is in the Scroll of the Water God." Teacher Takagi walked back into the scroll.

But this time, the other party disappeared directly in the painting.

"We're... in a painting?" Mizumiya Shizuku asked, bewildered. "Is that guy a youkai? How could he walk out of the painting?"

"Also, what exactly does she mean by painting?"

Chapter 243 Four Souls

"Teacher Takagi wants to draw pictures, and the subject matter of the paintings is related to the gods..."

Miura Gensuke looked at the shrine in front of him and said, "It's a painting of the water god..."

Tsukimiya Sakurano walked out of the shrine and looked at the water of the Sumida River. "In ancient times, it seems that there were no images of the goddess Hayabusa no Koto passed down."

"How do you want to draw, Mr. Takagi?"

"Of course, we have to draw the Wa-tama, the Ara-tama, the Ki-tama and the Sachi-tama." After Mizumiya Shizuku walked out of the shrine, she looked much more relaxed, without the airs of a shrine maiden.

"Japanese soul, wild soul, strange soul and lucky soul?" Xuechuan Haruka didn't quite understand the meaning of these words.

Tsukimiya Sakurano explained, "Wakatsuki is a name given to the peaceful and kind-hearted part of a deity, the main character of the deity."

Seeing that everyone still didn't quite understand, Sakurano had to explain in simpler terms: "These four souls are like the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of the gods."

"Happy..." Miura Gensuke looked around.

The climax of the fireworks display has passed, which means the happy part has been completed.

Wouldn’t he be angry next?

The most obvious sign of the water god's anger is flooding of the river.

It is true that the water level of the Sumida River rose significantly due to the heavy rain.

"For safety's sake, let's go to a higher place..." Miura Gensuke was a little worried about floods.

After all, in the painting, Mr. Takagi's power is unlimited.

Submerging humanity with floodwaters has been one of the great powers of the gods since ancient times.

It is also suitable for use in paintings.

The helpless people in the flood and the huge waves that contrast with the tiny humans can immediately reflect the desolate soul of the water god.

"Don't worry, everyone! I'm the Water Witch!"

Mizumiya Shizuku suddenly perked up: "I will never let the flood drown us all! And neither will the Water God!"

"If I only pray again..."

Tsukimiya Sakurano sighed: "Miss Mizumiya, haven't you realized yet? The one who answers your prayers should not be the water god, but Mr. Takagi."

"Maybe she needs a miko character like you to be included in the painting."

"As for controlling the water flow...if we were in the painting right now, she could do anything."

Mizumiya Shizuku realized this belatedly, and her expression suddenly became extremely lost: "Lord Water God... has never paid any attention to me..."

Gensuke Miura was in no mood to comfort the little shrine maiden.

"After anger comes sorrow..."

Miura Gensuke felt horrified at the thought of the streets filled with floating corpses.

Although Mr. Takagi said it was just a painting, he didn't say that the people in the painting would not die...