This afternoon, Kamiya was sitting in the living room, browsing through the formal books and materials on ghost stories that he had obtained from the Countermeasures Office.
After a while, his young apprentice Kanoya came into the room barefoot from the corridor.
"Master, have some popsicle."
Shouka pushed a red bean popsicle from Imamura-ya into Kamiya's hand and then swiftly knelt down to massage his shoulders.
Her fingers moved over Kamiya's shoulders with gentle force, giving a soft and tender feeling.
This wasn't the first time his disciple had proactively offered to provide a massage service, so Kamiya was quite used to it. He was about to tear open the wrapper of the Imamura-ya popsicle, but then he paused and asked:
"Why so attentive?"
