"In this autumn of August, we humbly and cautiously extol the esteemed name of the Yamato Lord, forever enshrined before this Divine Palace..."
"At the time of forming the contract, both parties shall follow the will of the deities, sharing happiness..."
"The husband must respect and protect the wife, and the wife must honor and assist the husband..."
In a certain moment, the sound of instruments rose high.
Among the moving priestesses, the silhouette of the Goddess became apparent.
Amidst colorful rays, the Goddess appeared like a colorful butterfly, gracefully approaching. She wore a red long dress, her black hair flowing over her shoulders, her figure was graceful. Dancing barefoot in the air, she remained untouched by dust, her eyes were gleaming yet shyly smiling.
On her head, she wore a golden hairpiece.
That was like the Great Sun, a radiant Amaterasu hairpiece, symbolizing her supreme status.
The guests were stunned for a few seconds, then all bowed in respect.
"Greetings to the Great God—"
All at once, the entire shrine inside and out was filled with a sea of heads.
Who exactly is this Mountain God... Bowing Yayako felt an overwhelming shock internally. Takeuchi Akira, who was a bit further away, dared not say much, pressing his head down hard to avoid letting others see his expression, lest any misunderstandings occur.
Even further away was Izunaga Saburo.
He decided to sneak away.
It’s just a manifested body, why are you all so scared... Everyone around was bowing and saluting, except for Fujiwara Reya who stood there helplessly.
In the shrine, flowers fluttered, divine music lingered, and fragrant breezes wafted.
White lilies fell continuously, the sounds of flutes and drums echoed in harmony.
The Goddess’s appearance to bless the wedding with her dance should be a wonderful thing... but the way Amaterasu’s ethereal body suddenly soared upwards and then spiraled down, suddenly turned towards Fujiwara Reya, seemed intentionally playful as she pointed her toes towards him.
Even though there was a distance of over ten meters, Fujiwara Reya instantly felt as if her toes had touched his nose.
Following the line of her fair and immaculate toes, it turned out the Goddess was swaying her neck, smiling at him, the golden hairpiece on her head shining brilliantly. At this moment, perhaps wanting to be more intimate, more closely bonded, the Goddess’s crystalline toes twisted as if stepping into molten flames.
Even the space around them began to distort under her step!
In that terrifying moment, Fujiwara Reya was pulled onto the stage, and everyone else disappeared.
Amidst swirling light and shadow, dazzled by ever-changing dance moves, he could not clearly see the whole form of Amaterasu for a time.
Brushing against the youth’s body, the Goddess’s black hair, long dress, wide sleeves, shoulders, and the scarves wrapped around her arms floated with the wind, flowing like a mighty river. These soft, fragrant things occasionally brushed against his nose, causing Fujiwara Reya to sneeze several times.
Perhaps Amaterasu, having lived so long, was now feeling playful.
That pristine abdomen, which a moment ago had been so close to Fujiwara Reya’s face, the next moment soared through the air. The immaculate soles of her feet gradually moved away from his sight, the dazzlingly white and lovely arms, along with scarves radiant like rainbows, swept past his eyes and then doubled back to wrap around his neck.
Fujiwara Reya reached out, trying to pull the scarves off.
At that moment, Amaterasu’s slender, fair fingers, and the sunlight suspended between them, pierced into his eyes. Instantly, his whole vision was filled with light, and nothing else.
Before the youth could react, this seemingly never-ending light vanished in an instant, like cloud and smoke dispersing.
In Fujiwara Reya’s sight, the incense-laden abundant body of Amaterasu was unclad, allowing him to admire her for a few seconds; then her previously vanished clothing returned to her body, and she flipped back in the air.
The curve of her waist, slicing through the clear sky, was extremly graceful and flowing.
After soaring for a moment in the sky, Amaterasu suddenly stood upside down, stepping on the sky and swinging her head back.
From afar, her fair face, not lacking in sweet charm, revealed a smile.
It was a familiar way of smiling.
Fujiwara Reya had seen it countless times on Mrs. Kasahara, his aunt, and his junior female classmate.
"Wait for me tonight—"
That was what she said.
In the next second, the Goddess disappeared, and all the phenomena she brought about vanished as well.
As if waking from a dream, Fujiwara Reya found his eyes slightly misty.
This old lady is terrifying, he’s utterly no match for her; aside from obediently accepting the ravaging, there was no second way.