Isn't It Only Natural for a Teacher to Treat Their Disciple to a Meal?

Early morning,

Little Miroku, her face full of sleepiness, climbed out of bed with her eyes closed under the influence of her biological clock. Rubbing her bleary eyes, she mumbled as she shared her strange dream with Hakurei Reimu.

"Yawn~ Master, I had a really strange dream last night. Huh? Master?"

However, when she opened her eyes, she discovered that her teacher, who should have been sleeping beside her, had vanished without a trace. Judging by how smooth the bedsheets were, no one had slept there all night.

"This is bad! Master is gone~~~!"

Instantly awake, Little Miroku ran down the long courtyard corridor on her chubby little legs with a thump-thump-thump, her clear childish voice ushering in the new day.

"Good morning, Little Miroku."

At the corner, Uchiha Chiri, who was lowering her head to fiddle with something, smiled and greeted the anxious-looking Miroku.

"Good morning, Sister Zhili!"

Miroku halted briefly in front of Uchiha Chiri, politely bowed in return, then hurriedly ran outside again.

"Master~ Master~"

"What an energetic child."

Uchiha Chiri smiled and nodded, thoughtfully stroking the "spoils of war" in her hand.

A large red dog collar.

Not a bad idea, but it belongs to me now.

She silently tucked the evidence confiscated from Reimu into her clothes. Thinking of the new addition to her carefully prepared prop collection, Uchiha Chiri felt that the day of victory had drawn another step closer.

"Master! Master! Mast... huh?"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

As Little Miroku searched everywhere for the careless Hakurei Reimu, a rhythmic series of whipping sounds instantly caught her attention.

Following the noise, she jogged all the way to the shrine's front courtyard. From afar, she saw a familiar figure hanging upside down beneath the bright-red torii gate, swaying from side to side, while the frost-faced Uchiha