Inari wants to live in peace

In January of the Genroku era, Ihara Nishitsuru published the Nishiyozo (Nippon Eitagura) in Japan.

By the way, he is a divine writer with one head in his head.

Besides, I was famous in the neighborhood because of the many paintings I painted.

I have received a set of six volumes as a gift, but I have never read the book I write lightly and honestly.

Furthermore, it is not uncommon to find sexually relevant books on the subject of Inari God.

It was still expensive to read my book seriously, especially if it was an erotic book.

However, even if you are asked about R18 related questions, is it possible that you are disqualified as Inari God?

Some residents of your system will be very happy, but it is certain that the person will be embarrassed in various ways, and this must be done somehow to consolidate the determination.

Basically, I don't want to leave my naughty books at home, so I give them to the sanctuary's main warehouse once I skip the chores.

You have to go through the administrator to pull it out again to get information, and there is a lot of resistance.

If you are going to get a new one by any other means, you must ask the caregiver to pick it up or go out and buy it yourself.

Sometimes this happens, and honestly, I don't feel very comfortable, but I start preparing to go to Edo town with patience.

I couldn't help but think of the feeling of the person who was sent to buy the hero's erotic book under the orders of Inari God, the supreme ruler of Japan. It was not very cruel, but I couldn't do such a cruel thing.

It takes time to get ready to go out, such as arranging people, cleaning itineraries, and arranging disguise sets to suit the seasons.

So I actually acted only after February of Genroku.

It is clear when I go out and look at the sky.But sometimes the wind blows cold, and it's still cold.

If I lose my mind, the fire will also be cool and I won't catch a cold, but I will walk outside Inari Taisha Shrine with a thick Tanzen and cold headscarf to hide my hair.

Since cotton is being grown nationwide, there is no need to outgrow the cold with straw gear, and the wealthy commoners will not freeze to death in the winter.

By the way, although we have proposed clothing design in the past, it is mainly Japanese clothing that is in circulation.

This is thought to be because the Supreme Ruler's usual clothes are red and white witch clothes.

Still, compared to the Sengoku period, there are more ways to resist the heat and cold, and in winter houses you can wear Tanzen or chanko and even sleep in warm futons at night.

Japan's cultural standards certainly improved, and as I looked around Edo's town, I felt irritated.

Anyway, I play the family one by one with the nearby guard and the caretaker so as not to stand out.

Until now, I have rarely walked outside Inari Taisha Shrine in Edo except for jogging every morning.

Most of my visits are official business and contacts, and if I tell the caregiver anything I can use, they will be arranged immediately.

It is my wish to be dragged into a house in the back of the forest, so I can't complain about the generous support I have received so far.

However, it is impossible to say that there are people, and you have to play Inari God.

I'm not tired anymore because I'm used to boulders, but I'm somehow uncomfortable seeing them.And when you get intimate with your bad feelings, it's hard to say goodbye again.

As a result, I asked my personal care and escort to stay away and maintain a sense of distance, and cooking, laundry and cleaning all led to a leisurely and comfortable life for me.

I meet frequently on official business, couriers, jogging, etc., and I'm always surrounded by wolves, so I don't miss you.

But even if you don't want to get along, sometimes you miss people.

Perhaps that kind of sentiment worked in this Edo town's nostalgia.

I would like to see nearby how Japanese people who live today usually spend their time.

It was a grandmother's point of view to watch over my grandson, but it was appropriate to express my mood.

As I walked along the main street of Edo town, which is fully equipped with water and sewerage, I was watching everywhere with an interesting expression.

Incidentally, today's final destination is a large bookstore called the Fox Hole.

Briefly, it is a famous distributor in the neighborhood that deals extensively from the general public to the R18 side.

And along the way, I found something and stopped.

How are you?

The young caretaker noticed that I had stopped, and he turned to me and whispered.

Unlike the old days, the three brother-in-law and sister-in-law, instead of Mr. Sakura and Mr. Orange, smiled until the end and lived in silent watching, so I am now a different caregiver.

Every year since the opening of the Edo Shogunate, new recruits are hired by drawing lots as the hopers arrive.

In addition, he sometimes goes on official business and picks up children locally, and now a large number of people work at Inari Taisha Shrine.

By the way, two relatively young people were chosen for this nostalgic outing.

When you have eyes, you play your daughter, Kinsai, and caregiver like parents.

Hair, face, ears and tails are securely hidden, so you will be treated as if you were a child.

Anyway, I pointed to a place on the street.

The caretaker and the nearby guard also turned their gaze towards you, and it seems that they soon reached a point of contact.

"Yakitori, can you eat it?"

I nodded slightly embarrassed at the caretaker's suggestion.

I've received a lot of offerings, but I'm broke.

Only two wallets that are family members (temporary) can be relied upon, but it is also attractive to ask unilaterally.

When I whispered it, somehow the caretaker suddenly hugged me.

Mugu!?

Her face was pinched by a large lump of fat and a strange voice came out, but the two of them wept as if they were impressed without noticing.

"You don't have to worry about it!"

"What prudence!"

I wonder if Kintetsu said that he was cautious about his chest.

After more than a hundred years, it never grows, so I am still being made aware of the difference between rich and poor.

Besides, they are definitely pitiful because they cover their faces and weep.

But speaking of winter, if you're playing a sandwich on Edo Boulevard, it's a hassle to attract the attention of passers-by.

Therefore, I try to force the caretaker to peel off with the strength of my fox daughter and open my mouth with my face towards the nearby guard.

But he came out of his mind first.

So, are you sure you want to buy each stall?

"What kind of ignorant girl are you?Just one bottle is enough! "

It's mostly a request for a wallet from two kids, but there's no way that's impossible.

If we were to multiply it upstairs and let it come from Inari Taisha Shrine, our clean and clean image would be ruined.

However, it was a point that was too out of common sense, so I accidentally shouted.

I thought I might have found out who I was and looked around afraid carefully.

Then, although the passers-by's gaze turned into a look of surprise for a moment, they quickly returned to their respective jobs and behaviors with nothing to eat.

I don't think it's moving much, but I don't bother talking to you, so maybe it's okay.

"Mother, that girl ─ ─"

When I was reassured, I heard voices from another direction, so I looked back in a hurry, and there was an older woman and a younger boy than me.

"Shh! Don't look!"

The gaze of the mother panicked over the child's mouth with her hands, smiling with an unyielding smile.

"Hey, it's nice weather today!"

"Yes, it's a bit chilly, but it's a nice day."

When I hit a tough gavel, she drags her little son on a crab walk with a smile of affection.

He went into the alley nearby and faded out without saying anything.

Confused as to what was going on, before I tilt my neck and start thinking, the caretaker will call out in good time.

"What would you rather order?"

"Oh, yeah, let's just look at the real thing and decide."

After all, I seem to be more hungry than sexy.

I was supposed to come to Edo town for social studies and romantic love, but the yakitori stall pulled my back hair.

And perhaps there will be frequent outings called gourmet tours in the future.I had such a hunch of certainty.