- It's just experience, - the Reimi girl sighed in a lower tone, - I think that if your organization grows and you live as the head of a temple for a certain amount of time, you will look at things in a similar way. And remember that you can always turn to me for advice... Of course, if the opinion of a fallen empress will matter to you in these matters.
- Win-win, right... Yeah, great! I'll try to remember! And what do you sell the most?
- I understand. Then, here's another question about the signs - can they be read or not? Other people's, that is. Because suddenly your gaze falls on someone's wish, and your eyes involuntarily run over it, and it turns out that you can't do that. - Hearing about the gnome, she clenched her fists again. - Don't worry! I'll befriend the gnome and anyone!
"Okamisama... What a wonderful child," a thought flashed through her mind, which was breaking down into atoms. - "It's a pity that she's not my daughter... I mean, not my younger sister. Yes, that's it. It's a pity."
- Disturbing the dwelling place of Her Highness Princess Naria with my visit and possible requests... I don't think I have the courage to be so bold 😟. And besides, some of the nuances are still not entirely clear to me - for example, how to properly name this faith? But I think that I will be able to do something like this with sincerity in my heart, communicating with people is not a burden for me, and the place here is wonderful!
- Regarding the name... - she thought for a few seconds about their great history; about the "faith," which is not faith in its usual sense, subject to categorization at the level of an article on Wikipedia, but an undeniable fact of life - as natural as breathing or moving your hand without any prior thought; about the various currents and branches of the early and late years... she still decides not to reinvent the wheel on her own and not to overcomplicate the question with nuances that are not important for Anuzish. - Yanagi.
- E-this! Please, stop! There's no need to fight, violence is not the answer! I don't know what happened between you two in the past, but... Eh? - Taking the broom in her hands, the student looks puzzledly at Ayano and Sonata. - Eh?! A... Ayano, it's not nice to do that! My heart almost jumped out of my chest...
- Well, it seems that I have no choice but to accept this exhausting work as an inevitable part of my destiny... - Sonata also took a simple tool in her hands. - Fortunately, I have some experience in this, so I won't lose to you young ones!
Taking advantage of the situation, Sonata cunningly starts working first.
Looking at the silhouette of the fallen empress, the miko experienced a very contradictory and mixed range of feelings - from surprise and astonishment to confirmation and reinforcement of her opinion about her. The last tick of this mix was a feeling of some gratitude mixed with relief that she, apparently, had really left the negative emotions of her old life behind, focusing more on preserving good memories and allowing the Nihonka to close the gestalt. This was definitely a quality that any "victim" of Miss Cosmos should take note of.
"Heh. Sonata Reimi is sweeping the courtyard of a Nihon shrine" - this incredible picture would be worthy of being captured on the canvas of an artist, and it finally gave her heart a feeling of political, historical and cultural catharsis.
Sighing as if a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders, the existence of which she had already forgotten, Ayano sweeps through her third of the yard in a red and white whirlwind until it becomes so clean that you could eat off the ground.
Stretching, she goes to help finish the remaining areas of her friends, if there were any left, and then return all the inventory to the shamusho.