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Hiami no Miko (姫神の巫女) Part I, Chapter 9

Finally, here’s Chapter 9! Phew, things have been a little crazy since I received news about ot through about half of this chapter, I just did not want to stop translating I was so into as going on but had to go to bed since it was late At least I had the chance to finish the rest of it today Finally, I looked it over a few tih to release it

With that, I present to you the penulti to see if I can squeeze in the last chapter before the end of the weekend After that, I ht take a little break to work on one or two aniin working on Part II since I only had one colad you enjoyed it! What happened to the rest of you? Didn’t get to read it or just forgot to comment? Hmm…

Disclaiami no Miko ritten by Uetake Sumio-san and the illustrations were drawn by Kaishaku Youdone for any profit or sale It is being done for the sake of an English-speaking audience and for my own practice and enjoyment The translation isas you give uages Thanks!

And so———

They were on a local train line with only three cars that was headed towards the center of the city

They were seated side by side

Since it was not rush hour, there were barely any other passengers aboard

At the last stop of the local line, there was a cake shop Hio to

As she gazed at the passing landscape outside the , Chikane thought

Fashi+on Sweets Girls’ talk Etc…

For fifteen years, she never even once held any interest in such things so coirls

Hinizant of them

So then struck Chikane on the shoulder

Himeko had come to lean on Chikane’s shoulder

Anyhow, she had quite a face while sleeping

It was like that of a kitten napping during a spring afternoon

Like that of a s held to her mother’s chest

Full of relief, as if she was simply wrapped in pure and innocent happiness

Chikane suddenly had a thought

Did Himeko really believe there was a one-in-ten-thousand chance of Chikane betraying her?

No, there would be no betrayal

Himeko had said so

That if she ca her “most important person” at any time

Chikane could unleash the techniques her hands had been trained to carry out on that soft, white neck and faintly rising and falling small chest

In just an instant, she could very easily put an end to the girl’s cheerful chirping

Why couldn’t she do it?

She was the opponent she just had to keep alive until it was time for the “Ceremony to Appease the Spirit of the Dead”

Anything beyond that would be met with the Honorable Arbitrator’s scorn

Her worrying would disappear

There was no need for her to soil herself with these is

Remember!

This girl is the Hinomiya Mikamiko

A longtime enemy of the Kouzuki

This was surely a trap

Everything was due to her negligence and was an invitation to an opening

She knew this She would not be tricked

Even though she knew this

Her sweet sleeping breath

The supple texture of her hair

Her sweet, lingering aroma

The war exuded from the skin underneath her uniform

Bit by bit, all of it was stirring up Chikane’s heart

Since when had it been this way?

This was a lie An act Most certainly, a trap

Hadn’t she warned herself that this was so?

The beat grew steadily

Chikane’s chest was getting hotter

So the rhythm of the beat and continued to be kindled

First red, then white,

Hotter and hotter, blazing more than any flame

Not good, Chikane thought

Settle down Calht now

If you don’t, surely…

Surely, I’ll end up waking this girl

She’ll end up noticing

Noticing? What exactly?

Chikane lifted her right hand

Her fingers were shaking

While she had been surrounded by a forest of swords, even when she had been knocked into the frigid basin of a waterfall, never once had she trembled

I, Kouzuki Chikane, whose hands have been thrown into the art of battle, what do I want to do with this girl?

Destroy her?

Embrace her?

This girl, Hinomiya Himeko

What on earth is she?