The Too Many Summonings from Japan Have Caused the Goddess to Flip Out

Seventh Eve.

It is one of the verses in which China originated and is present in various parts of Asia, but it is also a custom that is evolving independently in each region mixed with its local traditions.

Even in Japan, it is assumed that during the Nara period, the Seventh Eve was passed on, but it is said that it was influenced by the legend of a woman named Tsujima Shelf (Tsujitsu), originally dedicated to the God of Water, who existed in Japan, and began to read "Tsujitsu" by writing "Tsujitsu".

By the way, the New Year's Eve as a divine matter takes place from the night of the sixth to the dawn of the seventh, but in general by way of example, "It's a pleasure to meet you!" and it is often done by smashing it into the night instead of the day of the seventh.

"Is it New Year's Eve? It's a romantic legend."

"I don't think so. … but why make a wish?"

in the garden of the Anda family.

Sheena and Yayoi talking as Mr. Glios writes a short book that hangs on bamboo brought from one side or the other.

It was originally in China that I prayed to the weaving princess to improve sewing and textiles.

When I passed it on to Japan, during the Edo period, I started wishing not only about textiles, but about the arts in general, and gradually it seemed that I made a wish for anything regardless of even that.

I mean, it's the usual Japan.

"What did Lord Sheena write?"

"I am this without difficulty."

That's what Sheena showed me. The short book says, "May you all be healthy" in beautiful letters.

Sure, it's easy, but I'm a little relieved because it's easy, Mr. Yayoi.

If this says "May I marry Mr. Adachi" or something, I will have trouble reacting.

"Hehe. It doesn't make sense if you don't do it yourself."

"Nha and!?

Couscous, laughing. Mr. Yayoi reverses his tail hair to Mr. Sheena's unclear power.

Only three seconds until I decided not to ask "well Lord Adachi would be fine" although I was pretty freaked out.

Don't sneak up on a god you don't touch.

Japan is still at peace today.

Meanwhile, Takatenhara.

"May your mother not come to the high heavens. May Susanoo grow up. May your father be caught. May Tsukuyomi be gentle…………"

"No, it's a lot."

Master Tsukuyomi clings to Master Amaterasu, who writes his wishes in surprise in a small booklet.

Incidentally, the colour of the rectangle is based on the wood-fired earth and gold water of the five rows of thought originating in China, and is the five colours of green, red, yellow, white and white.

Can't you write a black booklet or something?

Think the other way. You don't have to write.

Or by nature, the five colors are thread-dropping things, and I don't write wishes or anything.

"And so that I may be gentle? Aren't you still sweet enough?"

"Tsukuyomi, don't make jokes with no expression."

"I see. We'll be tougher from now on."

"Watsukuyomi is gentle. This is what I'm gonna do."

Master Tsukuyomi's eyes withdraw the foreword with a guillan and a light bar reading, Master Amateras.

But in fact, Master Tsukuyomi is pretty sweet just because he usually does what he deserves (sticks around).

I also say simply sweet to my sister.

"I mean, it doesn't matter to your sister because the meeting between Weiwei and Hiroshi is at night."

"That interpretation would mean that you two are dating a turtle."

Dear Amateras, who rarely clings back to Master Tsukuyomi's words.

Even today the high heavens are peaceful.