The all-powerful middle schooler

Sanae Tokomori still doubted the truthfulness of the proprietress's words, thinking that the proprietress might be using despicable means to make money.

"You can stay here."

"Izumi Hasegawa suddenly said."

"And what about you, seeker of the Way?"

Senxia Dansheng Valley sensed something was wrong and asked.

"It's okay, I can stay awake even if I don't sleep."

Hearing this, she felt a warmth in her heart.

As fellow believers, why be so petty?

The distinction between men and women can be completely discarded.

So she couldn't help but try to persuade her to stay, saying, "It's okay, we're just staying together, it's not like we're sleeping in the same bed..."

"Madam, do you have any other bedding?"

She turned her head and asked.

"Well... we do have some, but only two left."

The proprietress glanced at the girls' expressions and said with a smile.

"That's enough! Little one, you shouldn't have any objections, right?"

She then looked at Tokumori.

"No, there was no death."

Sanae Dekomori was stunned by her gaze.

"Come with me."

The landlady wrote down everyone's names, led them into the room, and brought out two quilts.

The room has a simple Japanese style, with wood decorations and sliding doors. In the corner of the room, there is a small tea table with an exquisite tea set. The glass window offers a view of the natural scenery of the courtyard.

"Then I'll take my leave. If you want to take a bath, just turn right twice outside the door, and it's at the end of the corridor."

The proprietress bowed slightly, then turned and left.

Until this moment.

Only then did Sanae Tokomori realize the situation before her, pressing her hands to her already burning red cheeks.

real or fake?

She actually slept in the same room as the Sage...?

This kind of thing should only be done with a signed relationship contract!

Beside them, Natsukawa Masuzu and Nibutani Morika's awkwardness and shyness reached their peak after entering the room.

The girls fell silent for a moment.

"It's already dark, let's go out for dinner first."

At times like these, it was Izumi Hasegawa who broke the silence.

"Want to eat out? Why not? Can't we enjoy the minister's cooking today?"

Natsukawa Masaki looked surprised and disappointed.

"Dekomori can no longer eat food made by others! Human cooking skills are still too bad."

"Should we go out to eat? It seems like there's no other way."

Morikawa Dekomori and Sanae Dekomori share the same feeling.

Over this period of time, the shape of their stomachs has been altered.

"Do you think I'm your chef?"

He turned around and raised an eyebrow.

The girls smiled awkwardly, scratched their heads, or looked around.

This idea is indeed very appealing, but it can only remain a thought in my mind.

Afterwards, the four of them randomly found a restaurant to eat at, strolled around outside to familiarize themselves with the surroundings, and then returned to their guesthouse.

Presumably because they felt it would be awkward to stay in the bedroom for too long, everyone tacitly stayed outside a little longer.

By this time, it was almost bedtime.

"Speaking of which, I've always been curious about what was inside those two dumplings you made when you were in junior high?"

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsumi removed her hair clip, revealing her long, flowing hair, and looked on with a curious gaze.

"Want to know death?"

Sanae Tokomori chuckled and stopped letting her hair down.

"Indeed, judging from the amount, there's definitely more than just hair. What exactly did you put there?"

Natsukawa Masuzu, who had also been hit by a hammer, showed a very interested expression.

“You can die, as long as you kneel down and agree, I will tell you about death.”

"I can't believe it," Sanae Tokomori said with a mocking expression.

"I'm not that curious. It's just something boring anyway."

"Are you stupid? You're going to let your hair down anyway, why should I ask you to?"

Natsukawa Masaki and Nibutani Morikawa were not going to give her a friendly look.

Is it necessary to waste time on this?

The Sage's voice also came from the side.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you, okay? Death! Open your eyes and see!"

As she spoke, Sanae Tokomori untied the ribbon that held the dumpling in her hair, and a pile of candies fell out.

"It's candy!?"

The two girls looked surprised.

"That's right, the dumplings in Dekomori are basically filled with candy, so they can be eaten as snacks and also increase attack power! It's like killing two birds with one stone!"

Sanae Tokomori was very pleased with their expressions.

"That explains why it hurt so much when I was hit."

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsumi's lips twitched.

……

Everyone grabbed their clothes and headed towards the hot springs.

Yes, there are artificial hot springs here, which is why this guesthouse has such high ratings.

After rinsing herself off in the shower area, Izumi Hasegawa stepped into the hot spring pool.

Because it was so late, there was no one else in the men's bath.

"Looks like I'll be able to enjoy this all by myself."

He leaned against the edge of the pool, head tilted back, a look of pure enjoyment on his face amidst the rising steam.

After drying their hair and changing into their pajamas, everyone returned to their rooms one by one.

"Go to bed early."

Sensing the girls' questioning gaze, Izumi Hasegawa spoke directly.

"Ah."

The girls nodded.

Lights, turn off.

One man and three women lay in their own beds, unusually quiet, with almost no one making a sound.

And so, an ordinary evening passed.

"Ha~ Ah."

After getting up early in the morning, changing her clothes, and returning to her room, Natsukawa Masaki quickly yawned.

"Aha."

As if to prove that yawning is contagious, Dekomori and Nibuya also yawned.

This was because they hadn't slept well last night; they were so nervous that they were practically wide awake with their eyes closed before finally falling asleep.

"You should get some more sleep."

Izumi Hasegawa entered through the door, noticed the girls' condition, and offered advice.

"Yes."

The girls felt powerless to do anything about it, and after exchanging glances, they nodded in agreement.

After breakfast, the girls went back to their rooms for a nap.

Izumi Hasegawa, on the other hand, chose to go out for a stroll alone.

The living environment and lifestyle here are different from those in Tokyo, which gives him a sense of novelty.

Step out of the guesthouse and walk down the street.

His most noticeable feeling was that there were far fewer tall buildings here, and there were no skyscrapers at all.

As he walked, he came to the vicinity of a shopping street.

As you can see, the area around here is bustling with people, and there are quite a few coming and going.

A large portion of these people are tourists who came to participate in the three-day Obon festival.

During the day, preparations are underway, with many shops displaying lanterns or other offerings for summoning the spirits.

"Hey buddy, wanna buy an apple?"

As Izumi Hasegawa walked past a fruit shop, a middle-aged man who looked like the owner was tossing bright red apples around while enthusiastically asking her questions.

"Are these apples imported? If I remember correctly, they shouldn't be on the market around this time of year, right?"

He looked over and noticed that the apples were of surprisingly good quality, hence his question.

"These aren't imported, buddy. They're all Aomori apples, and they're not early-ripening or defective varieties. Experts have said that it's probably due to extreme climate change caused by global warming that some of this year's apples are ripening earlier than usual..."

The middle-aged man answered logically and clearly had prepared in advance.

"Hmm, thank you for your recommendation, uncle, but I don't want to eat an apple right now."

Hasegawa Izumi raised her hand and headed towards the inside of the street.

"Sigh, why can't I believe it..."

The middle-aged man sighed.

……

The changes in the world are having a profound impact on the world.

However, most people are unaware of this and simply believe it is just a coincidence.

"It's not just the fruit, but also the trees and stuff, they're all showing strange 'mutations'..."

Izumi Hasegawa chatted with some aunties and uncles along the way, observing the subtle changes in the world through these small details.

Flowers that used to smell bad now smell nice, plants that were originally harmless have become poisonous, and the appearance of various fruits has changed dramatically...

This type of news continues to gain popularity online, with various biological miracles emerging and pharmaceutical effects making significant breakthroughs.

This is the worst of times, and the best of times...!

Just as he was feeling relieved and about to reach the other end of the shopping street, a discordant element suddenly appeared in the scene.

Not far away at the end, a monstrous spirit with thick limbs, a large belly, and a terrifying black aura turned into the street. Its eyes were reduced to whites, its mouth looked like a sewn-up rag, and there was a huge gash on its belly. It held something that looked like a kitchen knife in its hand, like a butcher descending into its slaughterhouse, and humans were the lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

In terms of appearance, it is a behemoth, and in terms of intimidation, it is enough to scare a little girl into wetting her pants. However, in reality, the appearance of the Butcher Demon did not cause any sensation.