Shirou and Mashiro Settle Down / Shirou and Mashiro's Life Together

There's a saying that goes, "They treat money like dirt," and these grass-eating creatures have reached that level. Although this thing was originally a kind of herb, grown by watering Mexico's excrement, which those people spent a lot of money to acquire, gently holding it and then inhaling it with their noses.

Therefore, Shirou has some concerns. He just wants a legal identity to live in Japan, but he doesn't want it to lead to any dirty dealings behind the scenes.

"Ah, if you don't want to go to China, you can go to Thailand for surgery, then go to South Korea for plastic surgery, and then come back to be an underground idol and make a fortune from idol fans. Not to brag, but the girls in our group are quite famous, and every time they use my lyrics, the response is very good."

"We were even planning to start a sister group called Front Street Girls, Left Street Girls, and Right Street Girls recently." The bearded man said with a confident smile. At this moment, he didn't seem like a Yakuza Boss, but rather like a producer in an idol group.

"Tai?" Mashiro blinked in confusion.

"No, Mashiro, you don't need to know." Shirou quickly pulled the girl close, made her lean against him, and covered her ears as he spoke.

"Why?" Mashiro, whose ears were covered, looked up and asked in confusion.

"Because it's enough if only I understand it," Shirou explained to the girl leaning against his chest.

"Hmm... Since you put it that way, Shirou, I understand." Mashiro finally lowered her head, but still leaned against Shirou's chest. In any case, Shirou's words had indeed convinced her.

"Sure thing, brother. Just leave what you need at the counter. Someone will bring it to you when you leave. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Oh, by the way, our group's 'girls' have recently started offering pillow services. If you're interested, brother, I can have 'them' come in and keep you company." Inukane Group Leader completed his persona, showing gratitude to Shirou for saving his life and wanting to repay him, so he meticulously recommended anything he could help with.

"Huh...?!?" The three female idols, still kneeling on the ground, gaped in disbelief. They had come to help so enthusiastically, only to be sent away instead?

What about the promised "like"? Is this how you show your appreciation?

At this moment, Inukane Group Leader, glanced at Shirou and the three idols he had personally trained, revealing a warm, fatherly smile.

"No! No need! Thank you! Team leader, you can just take care of my identification." Shirou decisively refused.

"No problem, no problem. Brother, you're also a member of the Daoist sect. I actually like the one at home too." Inukane Group Leader gave a thumbs up, admiring Shirou even more. Being henpecked is not a sign of weakness, but proof of love.

After seeing off Inukane Group Leader, Shirou and the girl exchanged a glance.

"Then... let's go back to sleep," Shirou said.

"Mm." Mashiro nodded.

Then the two went back to their room, closed the door with a creak, and went to sleep.

The next morning, the drunken older cousin finally showed up, arms crossed, blocking the doorway of the small house where Shirou and Mashiro lived.

As soon as Shirou opened the door, the other person squeezed in.

"You bastard! You really have guts! I told you, and you still did it." Sengoku Chihiro glared at Shirou with a fierce look and said through gritted teeth.

"No... Cousin, you've misunderstood." Shirou tried to explain.

However, because they stayed up so late last night, both he and Mashiro had panda faces, looking like they'd overindulged in sex. How could anyone believe him then?

"Don't call me cousin! Please go out for a moment, my sister and I have something to talk about!" Sengoku Chihiro pushed Shirou aside and squeezed in, then pointed to the door and said.

"Is this the attitude of the person who left their underage cousin out yesterday after a hangover?" Shirou had no choice but to mutter this to himself before reluctantly walking out the door. However, having already encountered both an oni and Yakuza Boss last night, he was already resistant to these more troublesome individuals.

As for the conversation inside the door, he knew nothing about it.

Chapter 830 Shirou Mashiro Settles Down

The woman who entered was named Sengoku Chihiro. As Mashiro's Mashiro cousin, she was actually a teacher at an art and design school. According to her, she was forever twenty-nine years old. To be more specific, whether it was twenty-nine plus a dozen months or several dozen months, she didn't know, but in any case, she was not yet thirty.

As soon as she closed the door, she looked at her cousin, Mashiro, inside. The blonde girl was still wearing a nightgown with an open neckline, sitting on the edge of the bed, half asleep and half awake.

"Mashiro! Has this guy done anything strange to you?" Sengoku Chihiro felt around her body, checking if anything was wrong.

"Something strange?" Mashiro pondered for a moment, then shook her head blankly. What's so strange about taking a bath or sleeping?

"You'd better give me a more decisive answer..." If Shirou were standing nearby, he would definitely be thinking to himself, "I slept on the carpet against the wall all night for the girl."

Fortunately, Shirou was unaware of this. At that moment, he went to the counter and, as agreed, received his own ID card. Once Inukane Group Leader got serious and used his connections, things were done very quickly.

He was twenty years old, which was older than his current physical age, but it was just right for him as he wanted to settle down, making it easier for him to move around. As for his appearance, not all identification documents with personal numbers had photos, and nowadays, there are quite a few people in Japan who have undergone gender reassignment surgery and plastic surgery, and even gender can be changed, so changing his face was not a problem at all.

After a long while, the door was finally opened, and the older cousin Sengoku Chihiro, came out.

She patted Shirou on the shoulder and instructed, "It's settled. You go in and help her change her clothes, pack her luggage, and then we'll head out."

"Huh? Didn't you help her change?" Shirou asked in surprise. You guys were in there for so long, and you didn't do anything at all?

The older cousin turned to Shirou with the look of utter contempt, then raised a finger as if it were nothing, saying, "Since you've already spent the night together, Mashiro doesn't dislike you, then you're in charge until the very end. Help her change her clothes, pack her luggage, and come over!"

"Huh?!" Shirou's mouth dropped open in astonishment.

After a private conversation with Mashiro, Sengoku Chihiro ultimately chose between calling the police and giving her approval, deciding to entrust Mashiro to Shirou's care.

"Wait! Cousin, is there some misunderstanding here?" Shirou tried to explain. He was still considering dating Mashiro, so why does it seem like things are already settled now?

However, Sengoku Chihiro didn't give Shirou a chance to explain. She grabbed Shirou's neck and said, "You're pretty good, kid. I don't care about the other sisters, as long as you take good care of Mashiro, I won't say anything."

"Huh?" Shirou was speechless, thinking to himself, ' Mashiro- kun? What did you say to her? There seems to be some huge misunderstanding here!'

However, Shirou still went into the room, helped the girl change her clothes, packed her luggage, and left with the respectful farewell of the gangsters.

After that, Sengoku Chihiro drove Shiina Mashiro and Shirou to their current residence, which was a typical two-story Japanese house with a garden.

"Here you go, kid! Here are the keys, they're all labeled with the correct ones. And here's a bank card, the PIN is six sixes. Her parents send her a living allowance every month, take a look and use it." Sengoku Chihiro didn't even get out of the car, she just leaned out the window and put the keys in Shirou's hand, then started the car again, ready to leave.

"Huh?" Shirou looked at the things in his hands in surprise. They weren't being given to Mashiro, but to him. He thought, "Are you really comfortable entrusting all of this to me?"

Sengoku Chihiro answered Shirou's question with her actions, casually waving her hand and saying, "Well then, I'll leave this place to you, Shirou. I'm off now, Mashiro! Remember our promise! Anyway, good luck!"

"Yeah, I know. Goodbye." Shiina Mashiro waved from the side.

"Huh?" Shirou still hadn't reacted?

The car had already driven away, getting smaller and smaller in the field of vision, until it finally disappeared around a corner.

Shirou and Mashiro exchanged glances. The girl still had that calm and innocent expression, but one that showed complete trust in herself.

Seeing the girl's adorable dazed expression, and knowing that due to the different timelines, Mashiro always seems to encounter strange ghosts, it's questionable whether she could even survive if he weren't there.

Furthermore, after spending time together yesterday, a bond had been formed between the two. Shirou wasn't sure if they would find true happiness in the future. But if he missed this opportunity, he might regret it. So he made his choice to accept this arrangement of fate.

However, this wasn't entirely without its advantages. For instance, the girl's sensitivity to human nature deepened. She observed and understood the ghosts, then drew their stories into comics. Because the ghosts possessed rich emotions, drawing them was enough to compensate for her own shortcomings.

Upon entering the residence, Shirou discovered that it had indeed not been properly cleaned. Although the basic furniture was complete, dust was everywhere, and it would need to be cleaned thoroughly before anyone could move in.

"Mashiro, would you like to have lunch first, or do you want me to tidy up your bedroom so you can rest?" Shirou asked.

"No, all I want to do right now is draw." Mashiro found her professional-grade drawing tablet, then found a desk and started working.

"I understand. You go ahead and do it. I'll take care of things at home." Shirou agreed when he saw the girl's serious expression.

"Okay, I'll leave everything to you Shirou." Mashiro handed everything over to Shirou, then took her art supplies and sat down at the table to start drawing. She was going to turn the story of the purple Ghost uncle who had attained Buddhahood into a manga.

Shirou watched the girl, who had already immersed herself in the world of painting, and chuckled softly, letting her do as she pleased. He then quietly arranged everything that needed to be done in the new house, and went to the nearby market to buy some necessary daily necessities.

When it was time for dinner, Mashiro finally put down her pen, washed her hands, and sat down. She blinked, feeling as if she were in another room. Why did everything around her seem different? Had Shirou performed some kind of Magecraft?

By the afternoon, Shirou had cleaned the house until it was sparkling clean, with the floors, walls, and windows all Gil brightly. However, Mashiro focused on drawing that Shirou had to feed her lunch little by little.

Chapter 831 Shirou Mashiro's Cohabitation Life

In this world, Mashiro also came to Japan to realize her dream of becoming a manga artist. However, in this world, she possesses a different kind of power, from which she draws inspiration to create storylines that will interest readers.

Yes, that's drawing incredibly realistic supernatural comics! She wants to use some special methods to produce qualified works and quickly enter the world of comic book artists.

Mashiro originally planned to study at the same school as Sengoku Chihiro, but if her new supernatural manga received positive reviews from the publisher, she could officially debut, dedicate more time to her career, and gain more freedom. So she chose to partner with Shirou and embark on a professional career.

"Mashiro, you're really working hard. Come and eat." Shirou said, handing the bowl of rice to the girl.

"Yes, I want to make my official debut as soon as possible. If I can submit a work that satisfies the editor this time, I can compete for the newcomer award." Mashiro said, taking the rice.

"Really? I wish we could debut right away," Shirou said.

"Okay, I'm starting." Mashiro nodded and happily ate the delicious dinner Shirou had prepared for her.

And so, the two settled into the house. Mashiro drew manga, while Shirou took care of her daily life.

In fact, her older cousin had this conversation with her that morning while they were still in the hotel run by the gangsters.

"Originally, we agreed with your parents that you would go to a professional school and live a boarding life. As artists themselves, they really hope you can change your mind and go back to England to paint more artistic oil paintings and become a real painter!" Sengoku Chihiro said, shrugging.

"However! Now that you want to go straight to the professional route, you have to produce results as soon as possible and become a professional who can support himself by drawing comics! Otherwise, I can't keep this a secret for you for much longer."

"This is an agreement, and it's also the bottom line! If you can't do it, you'll have to transfer to the school, leave here, and move into the dormitory I manage." Sengoku Chihiro said, a rare serious expression on her face.

"Okay, I understand." Mashiro nodded.

So Mashiro put in 120% effort. On one hand, she wanted to become a professional manga artist as soon as possible and gain a foothold in the industry. On the other hand, she didn't want to be separated from Shirou.

Mashiro originally planned to study at this school, but because her new supernatural manga received positive reviews from the publisher, she officially debuted. Now that she's partnered with Shirou, she doesn't have to worry about not having anyone to take care of her daily life, so she's directly embarked on a professional career.

Mashiro was actually very touched. Although she didn't tell Shirou about it, Shirou still took good care of her daily life and silently supported her manga career.

Now, her feelings are gradually changing, from being unable to live without Shirou to wanting to live with Shirou...

A few days later, the family received a call from the publishing house.

Mashiro sent the work about the ghost uncle to Ayano Iida, the editor at the manga publishing house.

"Wow! Mashiro! Your story about the ghost of a businessman from the 1980s received unanimous praise from the entire editorial department!"

"Okay, thank you," Mashiro nodded in agreement.

"The ghost's appearance is also very imaginative; its entire body is purple, and when it gets angry, it inflates like a balloon, which is quite a vivid image," the editor commented.

"Because that's how it's supposed to be," Mashiro replied calmly, as always.

"Is... is that so! Anyway, everyone is amazed that you were able to portray it so vividly and realistically, it's as if the old man from back then has been reborn! It's unbelievable that you're only sixteen years old! And a child who has returned from abroad!" Ayano Iida, the editor, awkwardly agreed. As expected, geniuses have very different ideas, but that didn't stop her from continuing to praise Mashiro lavishly.

"Thank you," Mashiro said.

"Please be sure to serialize your work with our company and become an exclusive manga artist under our contract!" Ayano Iida earnestly invited.

"Okay." Mashiro nodded in agreement. After all, when she was in England, she participated in the manuscript solicitation event of this publishing house, and it was Ayano Iida who took the initiative to contact her and give her a lot of advice.

"Then I will come to visit another day." Ayano Iida said with a deep bow from the other end.

"Yes, then goodbye." Mashiro put down her phone, turned around, and gave Shirou was holding a spatula and looking nervously toward her, a sweet smile.

On the other end of the phone, Ayano Iida, who had just hung up, excitedly raised her fist.

Life and death are the most eternal and fundamental topics for humanity, and if handled well, they will naturally arouse people's curiosity. After all, this is an unprecedented subject. Previous supernatural comics were all about the author's imagination of the afterlife, while Mashiro's works are interviews with the deceased.

Humans are creatures that grow through experience. Only with experience can one have a voice. A person who has been married has been to the grave, and only those who have had children can truly understand the sacrifices of their parents. Therefore, those who have died can probably become wise in some way.

Therefore, Mashiro's works often contain a special philosophy that humanity has been searching for but has never been able to obtain.

The magazine highly valued Mashiro's unique talent. When Mashiro submitted her work for the first time, they assigned Ayano Iida as her editor to guide her and help her overcome her challenges step by step. After seeing her manga, everyone believed that she would improve as she grew older and gained more experience.

However, Ayano Iida thought she was nurturing a future talented manga artist, but she unexpectedly struck gold—a potential genius in supernatural manga like Junji Ito, and a beautiful girl at that! If this doesn't become a huge hit, it would be an injustice!

In short Mashiro seems to be even more favored by the publisher than expected, and she will settle down in Japan as a professional manga artist.

And so, Shirou and Mashiro supported each other through this period of time, and now they've gotten used to life here.

In the morning, Shirou prepared breakfast, then went upstairs to wake the girl up, helped her get dressed, brush her teeth, wash her face, and then began her new day of creative work.

Chapter 832 A World with a Preference for the Supernatural

"Come on, put your hands up." Shirou helped the girl in the white shirt button up the front of her shirt, covering her snow-white body from her slender waist and pink navel all the way to her collarbone.

"Oh." Mashiro obediently stretched out her hands. She could manage to put on clothes, but sometimes she would get the direction wrong or button them up incorrectly, so she needed Shirou's help.

"Shirou..." Mashiro simply watched the boy working hard for her, and then involuntarily reached out her hands to stroke Shirou's cheeks.

"What?" Shirou had just finished buttoning the girl's clothes and straightened them. He was about to stand up straight when the girl cupped his face in her hands.

"I'm hungry," Mashiro said with a faint smile, cupping Shirou's face in her hands.

"Breakfast is ready," Shirou replied with a light laugh, thinking the child wanted to say something.

"Hmm, but let's stay here a little longer," Mashiro said, continuing to gaze at Shirou's face.

"Huh? Why?" Shirou asked with a soft laugh, also staring at the girl's face.

"I don't know, I just wanted to do it this way." Mashiro cupped the boy's face in her hands, Shirou looked into the girl's eyes. For some reason, he felt he could never get tired of looking into them.

At that moment, a woman's voice came from downstairs, interrupting the two's tender gaze.

"Hey~! Shirou, isn't breakfast ready yet? I'm starving~!"

"Shut up! Didn't I give you some appetizers? Here we are!" Shirou shouted irritably toward the door. He actually quite liked everyone gathering together for a lively meal, but this guy was an exception. Even though Sister Fuji would help out a bit, this guy was absolutely self-centered. Coming here was like being in a hot spring inn, because he had paid for everything and took it all for granted.

"It's just because we finished our side dishes, that's all I asked you to get out of bed, how long are you going to dawdle!" Sengoku Chihiro shouted impatiently.

"You're supposed to wake Mashiro up! Can you stop saying weird things?!" Shirou corrected him, annoyed.

"What? It's pretty much the same thing, you guys have already done it, haven't you?" Sengoku Chihiro said with a "what are you pretending for?" look.

Shirou silently went downstairs and headed towards the kitchen.