Sato silently opened the system that had been gathering dust for a long time and began looking through the information on this rather mysterious girl.
...
[Name: Nozomi Tojo]
[Job: Student, Tarot Card Fortune Teller]
[Race: Human]
[Age: 17]
[Threat Level: D]
...
Uh... a Tarot Card fortune teller?!
Sato could not help glancing up at the shrine next door. The red walls, blue-green roof tiles, and cherry blossoms were all still as beautiful as ever, but his thoughts suddenly became somewhat complicated.
This should definitely be Japan, right?
But why was she a Tarot Card fortune teller?
Shouldn't she be a shrine maiden?
A Tarot Card fortune teller moonlighting as a shrine maiden at a shrine just felt really strange!
Shouldn't witches set up a little stall on the street, put on a black robe, and place a crystal ball in front of themselves or something?
A... B... C... D...
Holding a large pile of drinks, Sato pondered. If A-rank meant a top-tier fortune teller, then B-rank would be first-rate, C-rank second-rate, and D-rank third-rate...
A third-rate Tarot Card fortune teller girl?
He looked thoughtfully in the direction Nozomi Tojo had left. He felt that she was a rather strange girl, but he did think there might be some truth to what she had said.
He also had a vague feeling that the two of them would meet again in the future...
Tap, tap...
Suddenly, he heard a hurried series of footsteps. Before long, he saw a cute junior with twin tails running over.
"Senpai!"
Nakano Azusa came running over, panting heavily, both hands braced against her knees.
Oh my...
This little one's stamina seemed to be pretty poor. Not only was she tiny, but her stamina bar didn't seem to be very long either...
Sato could not help complaining inwardly before looking at his cute junior.
"What happened? Is something wrong?"
His cute junior looked small in every way. Not only was her figure petite, everything about her looked dainty.
Tiny hands, tiny feet, a tiny face, and even her breasts were tiny... What a sad story.
After Nakano Azusa had caught her breath, she looked at the drinks Sato was holding.
She froze for a moment before instinctively asking, "Senpai, how did you manage to carry all of this?"
"You mean this..."
Sato lowered his head and glanced at the things in his arms. At some point, several pale pink cherry blossom petals had fallen onto the drinks.
"A shrine maiden helped me just now."
"Ah... I'm very sorry, Senpai!"
Nakano Azusa hurriedly bowed toward Sato and said, "Everyone forgot that there would be so many things, so..."
"It's fine. It's just a small matter."
Seeing Nakano Azusa's flustered appearance, Sato did not know whether to laugh or cry. He instinctively wanted to reach out and ruffle his cute junior's little head, but when he realized that he really did not have a free hand, he gave up.
He secretly thought that it was a shame.
"Senpai, let me help you carry them!"
"No need. I can hold them by myself, and it's not very far from here."
"But..."
"Listen to me!"
"Y-yes..."
...
When Sato returned carrying a large pile of drinks, Kosaka Honoka and the others had not come back yet.
"Wow! Thanks for your hard work, Sato!"
Ritsu saw Sato approaching and quickly stood up to help take the drinks from him.
Sato sidestepped Ritsu, avoiding her. Only after reaching the bench did he slowly crouch down and place the drinks on it.
"What was that for?! I was trying to help you! You jerk!"
Ritsu complained from behind him.
Mio rubbed her forehead helplessly and said to Ritsu, "If he suddenly lets go while carrying that many drinks, they might fall straight onto the ground."
"Mio, you don't believe in my abilities?"
Ritsu raised an eyebrow.
"I don't!"
Mio glanced at her and replied calmly.
"All right, stop fooling around. This one's yours!"
Ritsu seemed like she was about to say something else, but Sato directly picked up a can of soda and pressed it against her cheek.
The cold aluminum can made Ritsu shudder.
"Shiver..."
She trembled from the cold as she looked at Sato. After snatching the drink from his hand, her teeth chattering from the cold, she glared at him through gritted teeth.
"It's... it's really cold!!"
"Is it really that cold?"
Sato froze for a moment before noticing that the surface of the can seemed to have developed a layer of condensation.
Oh... So that vending machine had switched to cooling mode.
"Sorry, sorry..."
As he spoke, Sato picked up a can of milk coffee, opened it, and began drinking, tilting his head back as he gulped it down.
"What was that?! You don't have any sincerity at all!"
With an unhappy expression, Ritsu opened the soda in her hand and likewise tilted her head back, gulping it down. After finishing it, she even let out a satisfied "Ah~", her face filled with contentment.
Naturally, this earned her another lecture from Mio.
Sitting on the bench, Sato could not help smiling as he watched the scene.
...
Before long, Kosaka Honoka and the others returned.
They were all wearing sleeveless dresses in different colors. The hems of the dresses were very short, covering only a small portion of their thighs, while the graceful curves of their legs below made it difficult to look away. Pure white thigh-high stockings reached above their knees.
Kosaka Honoka was at the front, while Minami Kotori was half a step behind her, holding Sonoda Umi's hand.
The girl with beautiful, long azure hair had a blush on her face and was pursing her lips, looking as though she was somewhat unwilling. It seemed that Minami Kotori had dragged her all the way over.
Their conversation could faintly be heard.
"It's... it's so embarrassing!"
"Eh? Everyone's dressed like this!"
"But this skirt really is too short!"
"It's fine! We're wearing safety shorts, so no one can see our panties! Besides... aren't the school uniforms we used to wear pretty much the same?"
"It's different!"
Sonoda Umi tugged at her skirt uncomfortably, her entire face bright red. She felt that the skirt she was wearing was simply far too short. Whenever the wind blew across her exposed thighs, she could feel a strange chill.
And besides...
She suddenly raised her head and looked ahead, only to find that a certain boy sitting on the bench was looking in their direction.
That gaze seemed almost tangible, as though a hand were brushing back and forth across her thighs.
(A/N: Just showing you guys my wife.)