"Gods can do it... Then go to those gods! Since these gods and strange things really exist in this world..."

Looking at the petite and weak figure on the hospital bed, Sousuke Araki clenched his fists tightly, and his brows were full of unwillingness.

"There are so many shrines and temples in Tokyo that you can ask at your door, right? By the way, Kotori Yuzu, isn't that chicken living in your Akagi Shrine..."

"Teacher Araki, don't, don't talk nonsense."

In the face of Araki Sosuke's eager question, Kotori Yumayumi lowered his eyes and gently pulled the corner of his clothes, as if afraid that he would say something disrespectful to the gods.

"Since hundreds of years ago, although the gods will still respond to the prayers of the believers with divine power, they have no longer issued any 'oracles'. If you want to ask the gods to take action, I am afraid..."

Having said that, the girl shook her head stiffly.

"Then, is there really no way? Just watch Mochizuki, this girl, and continue to lie in this lifeless place?!"

The air in the room became solemn and desperate for a while, and only Sousuke Araki groaned dully.

"Hey, since those who are ignorant of the gods and ignore people, then we will find a way..."

"There is no way."

A thin, short figure in a white coat quietly appeared at the door of the ward.

"Director Mochizuki, it's so late, you..."

Seeing the person coming, the nurse hurriedly bowed respectfully to the other person, and even the waves on her chest were almost rushing out from her neckline, and she didn't even have time to care.

"It's hard work, you go down first."

This wrinkled, slender old man who looks older than Tokimoto Ichiro is the director of the "Supernatural Research Institute", Mochizuki Yasushi.

"Old man... No, this... doctor, did you just say there is a way?"

Araki Sosuke did not know when he had come to Mochizuki Koji's side, looking at him with blazing flames in his eyes.

In his opinion, the old man wearing a white coat and being treated with such respect by the nurses must be the legendary "old military doctor" who can cure all diseases.

"Young people are really enviable, always have endless energy..."

With drooping eyelids, he glanced at Sousuke Araki, Mochizuki Koji slowly turned around, and walked slowly towards another room in the corridor with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you for visiting my granddaughter at night. This is not the place to talk. Please come to the reception room first."

"Grandson, granddaughter? So, he belongs to Ayano-chan..."

Kotori Yumayumi showed an expression of sudden realization.

"Yes, he is Mochizuki Ayano's grandfather, Mochizuki Yasushi."

At the rear, Tokimoto Ichiro frowned slightly, but chose to follow.

"This guy, after trying various methods for a month, suddenly said that there is a way, what medicine is sold in the gourd."

...

five minutes later.

Wooden keel ceiling, plain white tatami, traditional Japanese sliding doors, various elegant and simple painting scrolls on the wall, delicate refreshments on the table...

The traditional Japanese-style reception room where Sousuke Araki and his party were located almost made people forget that they were in the cold and pale research institute.

"Wow, this heavy historical atmosphere is worthy of being the reception room of the director of the research institute."

Unlike everyone sitting at the elegant low table, Sousuke Araki's eyes were attracted by the bookshelf that took up an entire wall in the reception room.

In his memory, there was such a wall of bookshelves in someone's room in his childhood, which looked extraordinarily friendly.

"New Hundred Stories", "Kamakura Ancient Century", "Hundred Ghosts at Night", "Rashomon", "Interpretation of Tribal Culture in the Conflict in the Middle East"...

In addition to all kinds of heavy and old classics, dazzling honorary certificates were randomly discarded in the showcase beside them.

International Neurobiology Prize, Kraft Prize for Biological Sciences, International Biomedical "Lasker Prize", Honorary Member of the International Budapest Club...

"Ahem, that, Director Mochizuki, you just said that there is a way to save Mochizuki, can you tell us now?"

Looking at the pile of unknown awards, Sousuke Araki looked at Mochizuki Koji's eyes brighter and brighter.

As Mochizuki Ayano's family, he is both a scientific authority and the director of this seemingly powerful research institute. If he says there is a way, it should not be nonsense.

"Drink some hot tea first, or Ayano will complain that I have no hospitality."

Without answering his question, Mochizuki Koji just waved his hand lightly, motioning Sousuke Araki to sit down first.

He took the porcelain jar with the words "Ito Kuemon-Little Green" from the bamboo stand on the side, filled it with matcha powder, put it into the simple-shaped Raku tea bowl, and stirred it with a bamboo tea whisk in his hand. .

After the fine foam covered the surface of the tea soup, he slowly handed it to Sousuke Araki, who was sitting beside him.

"Hulululu...it's so bitter...it's so warm, such a big bowl..."

Araki Sousuke held up the slightly larger tea bowl with both hands, raised his head to drink the tea soup in the bowl like medicine, and put it back on the table with a "bang".

Then, he showed a hearty smile and looked at Mochizuki Yasushi with anticipation: "I've had the tea, now it's time to answer my question."

"Good guy..."

Sitting beside him, Ichiro Tokimoto, who was already posing and ready to reach out to take the tea bowl, froze instantly...

"Pfft."

The little bird Yumayumi in the back couldn't help but lowered his head and chuckled softly with a blushing face.

Not to mention, it is such a waste to drink the 300-year-old Ito Kuemon small green matcha beef with the expensive hand-burned paper antique tea bowl.

Just the "decency" of someone drinking tea just now is enough to make those tea lovers vomit blood.

The tea ceremony, which was introduced to Japan from the Dragon Kingdom, was called "tea soup" in ancient times, but it has only been called "tea ceremony" since modern times.

Up to now~lightnovelpub.net~ tea ceremony has become a kind of ceremonial art.

In order to prepare a formal tea ceremony, the host will even spend months. Through a series of complex and delicate links, and the use of various tea sets, guests can not only experience the delicious tea, but also the ultimate attentive hospitality.

From the dressing of the guests, the cleansing of body and mind before entering the tea room, the enjoyment of refreshments, and the final tea drinking, there are extremely strict and complex attention to detail.

Even in the modern, simplified Japanese tea ceremony, there are basic requirements.

Seating is based on the status of the guests.

Usually, three to five people drink a bowl of tea. When the strong tea is delivered, use a tea towel or pocket paper to gently wipe the mouth of the bowl two or three times, turn the bowl back to the front, and hand it to the next guest.

When drinking tea, use the right hand to pick up the tea bowl, put it on the left hand support, then turn the tea bowl from the opposite side to the front, after careful tasting and slow sip, the last one will return it to the owner.

Who would have thought that Sosuke Araki not only squeezed out the "first seat" of Tokimoto Ichiro, but also drank the tea soup for four people in one gulp like a cow drinking water.