Shiina Mashiro Soaked Through / Why Mashiro Got Soaked ...

"Huh? Does that mean it's about Shirou?" Euryale said.

For some reason, Shirou sensed a hint of regret in her eyes. Was it because I was under a curse that you were so upset?

"That's wonderful! So the curse on you has finally been lifted?" The Little Medusa smiled angelically, happy for Shirou.

"No..." Shirou shook his head with a complicated expression. Although the curses on the others had been lifted, he didn't know what request Yukino had made to the three witches, but the way the curse on him was being treated was a little subtle.

"Yukino, what exactly do you want to do?" Shirou, looking at his girlfriend with a puzzled expression.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Seeing Shirou's expression, the two goddesses' eyes lit up, and they asked curiously.

"Actually..." Yukino Yukinoshita explained her thoughts to the others.

"Yes, yes," the goddesses nodded repeatedly.

That evening, Yukino Yukinoshita returned to the Yukino family home after a long absence, carrying a basket.

Her father, a high-ranking provincial official, hadn't returned yet, and the troublesome person, Haruno, was also absent. However, the key figure's mother was at home, and Yukino had chosen a perfect moment.

"Welcome back, Yukino." Behind the maid who opened the door, a middle-aged woman in a kimono came out to greet her. She looked very much like Yukino. Time had left some marks on her face, but she was still beautiful. If no one told her, many people would only think that she was actually Yukino's older sister.

"I'm back, Mom." Yukino smiled and said to the woman. After many years, her relationship with her mother had become much more harmonious.

"Oh my, what an adorable cat! Is it your pet?" Yukinoshita Family's mother said with a genuine smile when she saw a head popping out of the basket. It was a calico cat.

"Yes, this is my good friend's cat. He has some things to do recently, so he asked me to take care of it for a week. However, I have an important project to complete these days, so I don't have time. I was wondering if you could take care of it for me for a few days, Mom."

"Oh, I see. What's the child's name?" Yukino's mother stroked the kitten's chin and asked with a smile.

"Yes, her name is Emiya-chan." Since Shirou's given name had already been revealed, his surname was used here.

Yukino looks very much like her mother, and they share many similarities, such as both being cat lovers.

"Shirou, you'll stay with Mommy these next few days. Be good to Mommy, understand?" Yukino Yukinoshita said earnestly to the kitten in the basket.

"Meow..." The calico cat gave a subtle look, but still responded.

Seeing that the cat agreed, Yukino nodded in satisfaction.

As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."

So Yukino Yukinoshita discussed with the three witches whether the curse could be transformed and used for something very important: finding the point that would make her mother fall in love with Shirou.

Furthermore, Yukino Yukinoshita also had a bit of personal motive; it would be such a pity if she never saw Shirou's cat again. So the three witches granted Shirou the ability to transform into a cat. It was nominally a curse, but since he could control the transformation himself, it was already a blessed talent.

After all, look at many men these days. They have unhealthy diets, and after starting work, they're constantly socializing, drinking, and staying up late. Once they're over thirty, they immediately gain weight. If they're programmers, they also have to deal with hair loss and baldness.

Those once-handsome guys have suddenly lost their appeal, but if they could become cats, everything would be different. Even at sixty, they'd still be adorable. Squeezing their paws, cuddling them to sleep—it's pure bliss.

Yukino wants Shirou to spend some time alone with his mother so he can learn a lot.

If you cater to her preferences and win over her mother, you won't have to worry about not being able to marry her daughter.

Whether it's out of a sense of "love me, love my dog" or "love my dog," when introducing him at home, saying he's the cat's owner might make his mother think more highly of Shirou.

It seems the plan is working; Yukino's mother has picked up Shirou cat and is happily playing with it.

Shirou Neko had no choice but to cooperate, constantly acting cute; he had to serve his future wife's mother well...

Seeing such a well-behaved cat, Yukino's mother smiled even more happily.

However, Yukino didn't realize one thing: her mother was actually a super cat lover on the same level as her.

If someone comes to her house later and wants to find Shirou Cat, what should they do? If Shirou Cat doesn't exist, then Shirou just a figure of speech.

For example, what if Yukino's mother becomes so fond of Shirou's Shirou Yukino it home and care for it?

The young girl hadn't thought that far ahead yet; she was simply encouraging Shirou to work harder to increase his mother's favorability.

The future of the young boy and girl is still full of various turbulent and magnificent events, but having already experienced a lot, their relationship has become even stronger. They also understand that they should not bear the burden alone, but support each other on the road ahead. Therefore, no matter how great the setbacks may be in the future, they will not be separated.

Girl Mashiro Story

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Chapter 816 Shiina Mashiro

"Shirou, I feel it! Maybe we can get a new idea there!" The girl's long, light golden hair flowed freely, and her eyes seemed to be half asleep, her focus seemingly looking into the distance. Her gaze was not on what was in front of her, but rather through the room, looking at some place further away.

Generally, when a person is lost in thought, their gaze becomes fixed, loses its sparkle, and their thinking becomes dull. However, when a young girl makes this expression, she does not appear dull at all; instead, she appears even more ethereal and otherworldly.

There's absolutely no basis for it, but that's how people who see it perceive it. Perhaps it's because the girl is naturally beautiful and has an outstanding temperament. It's like how some people are called daydreaming when they're lost in thought, while others are called deep in thought.

Shirou knew the girl had indeed sensed something, because this world was slightly different from the original one. White shadows often appeared outside, and Mashiro truly possessed the spiritual ability to see through all of this. However...

"Mashiro- sensei, could you please get dressed first before we talk about this?" Shirou said to the girl with a helpless expression. As a manga artist's assistant, his job required him to do more than people imagined.

"Then... Shirou, help me put it on." The adorable girl with long golden hair turned around and opened her arms directly towards her owner, without any intention of hiding or guarding herself.

Shirou helplessly covered his head. Her actions had gone even further, revealing her body in a way that the girl seemed completely oblivious to, showing absolutely no awareness whatsoever!

The two have very similar eye colors, both between orange and amber, the color of flames burning in the sunset. However, they are not related. It was just by chance that Shirou picked up Mashiro and couldn't leave her alone, so he took care of the girl's life.

Shirou, as the white god after the fusion, spread to his spiritual body. His other brethren, after obtaining their own bodies, were either found by others or survived on their own.

But this seems to be the first time we've seen someone pick up a character right from the start.

Shirou still vividly remembers what happened that day.

When Shirou first arrived in this world, he was penniless and unregistered. He needed to get some money first. Although he had Magecraft, he went to the square near the airport, a place where tourists always passed by and where the crowds were the largest in the area.

Then he walked towards the small shop converted from a campervan, where tables and chairs were set up at the intersection for tourists to rest. The shop owner was a woman in her thirties. Shirou told her that he wanted to work there and then demonstrated his cooking skills.

After experiencing the ultimate taste sensation, the boss readily agreed to hire Shirou at the highest hourly rate. He would also receive a bonus for each additional item sold compared to Shirou's previous average sales. So, after donning the red uniform and black apron, Shirou worked diligently.

Because it's a mobile RV shop, the kitchen is actually an open shed next to the vehicle. So the dishes that can be made are limited, and rules must be followed. Therefore, it's not a place where you can cook stir-fries, produce billowing white smoke, and make the aroma so strong that it can travel far.

Therefore, Shirou put more effort into the appearance and added performance elements during the production process.

The swift knife skills and the acrobatic performance immediately attracted the attention of tourists. Driven by herd mentality, they couldn't help but take a second look whenever they saw a group of people gathered, and then they couldn't look away.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!" The surrounding tourists, seeing Shirou's performance, all took out their phones to record short videos, and kept exclaiming in admiration.

Handsome men, acrobatics, and delicious food—each is a powerful tool for attracting customers. When all three come together, they create an unprecedented effect. At a mobile stall, all the seats were filled, and a long queue formed.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!" The female shop manager's eyes darted around like a cash register, constantly taking and giving change, never stopping for a moment, her smile growing ever brighter.

'This is bad. At this rate, he might earn a week's worth of revenue in a single day.' She had only agreed because a handsome young man offered to work at her shop, and she was prepared to accept him based solely on his looks. She hadn't expected him to be such a good cook, and his table-cleaning skills were impeccable, plus he even had a lucky charm effect.

Looking back now, I realize I made a truly wise decision.

More than an hour later, a blonde girl who had been waiting for someone nearby was also drawn to the spectacle. Well, she was actually just hungry.

However, at this moment, her skirt was dripping wet, as if she had accidentally fallen into the pool; her hair and clothes were soaking wet and were still dripping.

She was Shiina Mashiro, who had just returned to Japan from England by plane. After getting off the plane, Mashiro came to this square to wait for her cousin, who was supposed to pick her up, at the agreed meeting place. She sat on a stone platform under a tree, waiting for her. But something unexpected happened. She was chasing something and accidentally fell into the fountain.

Now she stands here, Shiina Mashiro, wearing a dress, with long golden hair, a slender waist, and a full upper body, forming a graceful figure, truly a beautiful and delicate young girl.

Even a beautiful girl looks extremely disheveled in this situation. Water keeps flowing down her face, and her bangs hang straight down, obscuring her eyes. She walks quietly without saying a word, leaving long trails of water on the ground as she walks.

Like a beautiful female ghost just pulled from the water, Mashiro, who was hungry, followed the aroma and walked straight towards Shirou's cooking shed.

Tourists quickly backed away, avoiding the water for fear of ruining their makeup.

At that moment, hearing the commotion, Shirou recognized the girl.

"Whoa! Mashiro! What happened to you? How did you get like this?" Shirou quickly asked the shopkeeper to help him, then went over and pulled the girl to the back of the car. He borrowed a clean towel from inside the car and dried the girl's hair.

Chapter 817 The Reason Mashiro Got Wet

"I saw something that could be called material, and while chasing it, I accidentally fell into the pool," Mashiro nodded and said honestly.

"Why are you here alone? Where are your people?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"No, you are... someone I know who came to pick me up?" The girl tilted her head, but seeing how worried Shirou was about her, she felt that he was like a relative in England, so she let Shirou wipe her hair.

"No, I... never mind, just pretend I am. I'm Shirou, hello, Miss Shiina." Shirou said with a helpless sigh, never expecting that his first encounter with a girl would be in such a miserable state.

As expected, this child can't function without someone watching over her. I originally thought that seeing the girl would give me a chance to meet the head maid in black who would protect her, but unfortunately, there seems to be no trace of Servant in this world.

In this world, Mashiro comes to Japan alone to become a manga artist, without Rita's company or the protection of her head maid. She seems clueless, even asking for food at a shop without paying. Although they are from different worlds, Shirou does have memories of being friends with the girl, and he can't possibly abandon her.

Mashiro was now completely soaked, so Shirou had to tie an apron around her neck. Her phone was also broken after falling into the water, and Mashiro had completely lost contact with everyone else. She had no cash on her, and the only card she had with her was nowhere to be found.

"Hello, Shirou, I'm hungry," Mashiro said.

"Wait a minute, let me wipe the wet parts clean first," Shirou said in a tone as if coaxing a child, as he combed away the girl's wet bangs, revealing her large amber eyes.

"Oh..." Mashiro stood there, letting Shirou wipe her down, just like a little animal that had been rescued.

It took a long time and three towels to finally stop the water dripping from the girl's body. However, her clothes were still soaked and clung to her skin; if she didn't change them, she would easily catch a cold.

"Here, Shirou, have this first." At this moment, the female shop manager tossed a bag to Shirou, inside which were the uniforms of the shop's waitresses that were placed on the car.

"I'm sorry, store manager, it's during working hours, and we still need your help." Shirou said to the female store manager, and then asked her to lend Mashiro some clothes she could change into.

"It's alright, it's alright. Shirou-kun, you've been busy for a long time too. You've just finished your shift, so take a break and take good care of your friend. Even though this is the only uniform available, please help her change into it first, so she doesn't catch a cold." The female shop manager, who was in her thirties, smiled and patted Shirou's shoulder encouragingly.

"Thank you." Shirou didn't know why he was being encouraged, but he was really touched by the shopkeeper's understanding. Shirou held the clothes the shopkeeper had given him.

"How youthful!" the female shop manager murmured with a smile, seemingly recalling the silly things they did together on dates when they were young.

Shirou pulled Mashiro to the nearby public restroom. Because the Japanese pay great attention to restrooms, they are often kept exceptionally clean, so clean that you could even eat your bento there.

So inside, there weren't any issues with dirt or disorder, but a more crucial problem existed outside. He stood with the girl at the entrance of the public restroom, with women on one side and men on the other. Should he go in?

At this moment, both men and women walking towards the restroom and those coming out of it cast strange glances their way, after all, what they saw was a young man leading a girl who was soaking wet and had one hand covering her stomach in a rather odd posture.

With a sigh, I think, "The world is going to the dogs; people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. What are young people thinking these days?"

Then they quickly increased the distance, afraid of being caught on camera somewhere and being filmed in one of the works.

Life is full of difficult choices, and this time Shirou has no choice but to make one!

Is it left?

Right or right?

"Shirou, I'm hungry, ha~choo...!" Mashiro looked at Shirou with the pitiful eyes of a little animal, and a gust of wind blew by, and she even sneezed. It was like a young animal that had been separated from its mother, trembling, hungry and cold, and would rely on its survival instinct to ask someone it felt it could trust for help.

Shirou, who exudes the aura of a good man, is the one Mashiro has her eye on. Although this kid is a bit naive and lacks common sense, he has a strong sense of intuition and insight.

"I know, I know."

Shirou gritted his teeth. At this point, dragging things out wouldn't solve anything, and Mashiro would catch a cold. He had no choice but to choose one side!

Then Shirou led Mashiro to the accessible restroom and helped her change her clothes. Why use the accessible facilities? Because Mashiro can't change her own clothes at all! Fortunately, Shirou is quite used to taking care of others, so he closed the door.

Fortunately, he possessed memories of another world and experience honed through countless trials, allowing him to help the girl undress with his eyes closed and quickly change her clothes.

After that, Shirou had the girl, who had changed into a waitress uniform, sit on a small stool in the back of the car. He then made her a cup of hot milk tea and some snacks, which he gave to Mashiro so she could warm herself up.

"It smells so good." Mashiro blew on the steam from her milk tea, then took a bite of a pastry, drank a cup of milk tea, and showed a happy expression.

"Yes, yes, you sit here quietly and wait for your pick-up person. I'm going to work now." Shirou patted the girl's head and said.

"Mmm." Mashiro nodded obediently. She sat quietly, eating her favorite sweets while watching Shirou work diligently. Her expression remained calm, but her amber eyes seemed to shimmer with a mysterious light.

The male tourists around, seeing Mashiro's innocent expression and her adorable way of eating, just like the female tourists, stopped in their tracks and lined up to buy some food.

The female shop manager was busy handing out items and collecting money, her arms feeling sore and numb from all the lifting and lowering, but this pain was a kind of pleasure. With Shirou on the team and Mashiro, the mascot, on the side, today's sales seemed to have a chance to increase by another 50%.

In her mind, she was calculating rapidly, like a genius, and decided she needed to go out and buy some groceries around noon. If she could maintain this efficiency for another three hours in the afternoon, she might be able to earn half a month's worth of money in a single day.

For the first time, she realized how reliable the Buddhist philosophy of "doing one good deed a day" truly was. Simply helping a handsome young man or Mei could bring such a perfect result. If she could, she would be willing to help pick up one every day.

Chapter 818 Shirou's Ironclad Evidence of Crime

Hour after hour passed, but Mashiro's cousin, who was supposed to pick her up, still didn't show up. Her phone had broken, and they had completely lost contact. Night had fallen, the tourists had thinned out, and it was time for the shop to close.

"Yes, this is the agreed-upon payment for today's work." The female shopkeeper put a stack of money into an envelope and handed it to Shirou.

"Manager, this seems like too much, doesn't it?" Shirou said as he took the envelope, noticing it was much thicker than he had expected.

He's already asked for a commission, which is already quite embarrassing, considering the store manager runs a small business and earns a hard-earned living. The hourly wage plus commission is clearly more than that, and for a small store manager, the salary is undeniably high.

Moreover, he suddenly approached us and asked to work without any identification, which constitutes illegal work, and he even demanded daily wages. If he were a foreigner with permanent residency, such behavior would be a criminal offense if discovered, and he would be immediately deported.

Of course, Shirou isn't a foreigner; he's an unregistered resident from a higher universe in a parallel world. Although he has red hair, he is indeed a native of Fuyuki, speaking Japanese and eating Japanese food, even though there's no Fuyuki City in this world's Japan.

"Alright, alright, Shirou, you've really been a great help today. Our lovely signboard girl also got a share here," the female shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Hmm?" Mashiro, who was also wearing a uniform, heard the conversation and looked over with a blank expression. It did look like that, even though she was actually just sitting and eating.

Well, Shirou's identity is a bit complicated, but the shop manager has no doubts about Shirou. Of course, Shirou has indeed put in the corresponding efforts and brought in a large number of customers for the shop manager.

"Thank you so much, shopkeeper." Shirou thanked the shopkeeper again. He didn't really care much about money; enough was enough for him. But he appreciated the gratitude.