This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 334 - 243. Nighttime Ghost Stories (4000 words)

Chapter 334: Chapter 243. Nighttime Ghost Stories (4000 words)

The campfire flickered, and after everyone found a clean spot to pitch their tents, night had fallen.

The night sky was clear tonight, with a crescent moon hanging in the sky, casting a soft glow outward.

From the edge of this campsite, one could see the night view of Tokyo not too far away.

Among the dazzling lights, streams of luminance flowed.

It was undoubtedly a beautiful scene.

But Beichuan Si paid no mind to these sights, for him, the priority was to fill his belly.

"Knife," Beichuan Si reached out his hand and spoke without turning back.

Upon hearing this, Shen Gu Mirai standing next to Beichuan Si immediately took out a kitchen knife and handed it to him.

Beichuan Si raised his hand to cut the more difficult to cook ingredients, then his hand reached out again.

"Skewers," Beichuan Si said.

"Mhm," Shen Gu Mirai handed over the metal skewers that stood nearby.

With a flick of the wrist, a skewer flipped in his hand, and he threaded the meat and some specially matched vegetables together; it tasted better this way and also helped to cut through the greasiness.

This skilled posture even made Sakura Miori, who was cooking on the side, stare in amazement.

But despite her momentary distraction, she felt that something was amiss.

"With such looks and talents, they match perfectly together, but why does the discomfort feel so strong?"

The two operated in an orderly division of labor, and with Beichuan Si’s nimble movements, the pace at which meat and vegetables were skewered was fast, quickly piling up a stack of items to grill before one could blink.

"Compared to a couple... this more resembles a cold-hearted surgeon and an instrument nurse performing an operation..." Otomoto Ai fanned the flame to help the charcoal burn better, while she glanced over at Beichuan Si and Shen Gu Mirai and shared her thoughts.

Sakura Miori, Sakurai Saki, and Takiyama Nanako, who were nearby, nodded in agreement.

If one replaced the metal skewer in Beichuan Si’s hand with tweezers and a surgical microscope and put Shen Gu Mirai in a nurse’s attire...

That would feel completely natural!

Only... operating on food?

They couldn’t help but shake their heads, tossing aside the absurd image that surfaced in their minds.

At this moment, Beichuan Si had already prepared all the items for the barbecue.

He came over with a tray and asked, "Is the charcoal ready?"

"The temperature is just about right, but Hui Li over there..." Otomoto Ai replied and glanced at Beichuan Hui Li.

Beichuan Hui Li was standing next to the campsite stove, her face smeared with soot, as plumes of black smoke billowed from the stove opening.

It was unclear what flammable material she used that caused the thick smoke to roll as if it were a large salted egg curing site.

Upon seeing Beichuan Si look her way, she tensed up, and after some strange hand maneuvers, she actually managed to get a fire started.

Indeed, people need to be pressured; it is pressure that drives action.

Beichuan Si didn’t bother with the details and simply remarked, "While waiting for the rice to cook, I’ll grill something for you all to eat."

Saying this, he took over the grill.

As the temperature of the grill gradually rose, the meat slices sizzled, releasing their juices, and combined with Beichuan Si’s homemade Chinese barbecue sauce, it didn’t take long for the entire campsite to become fragrant.

Even Beichuan Hui Li, who was waiting by the pot, came over in anticipation of being fed.

Fortunately, the fire was strong and, with Beichuan Si’s grilling skills truly impressive, the first batch of skewers didn’t take too long to cook.

Everyone was surprised by Beichuan Si’s culinary skills as they ate.

It was unbelievably delicious.

Even if you went to a specialized barbecue restaurant, with the owner personally grilling for you, it probably wouldn’t taste as good as what Beichuan Si made.

As they waited for the second batch of skewers to be ready, Sakurai Saki bluntly suggested, "It’s kind of boring just waiting like this, why don’t we take turns telling some night-time ghost stories to pass the time? Brother Temple, do you agree?"

This was a common form of entertainment; telling ghost stories at night to pass the time was a frequent occurrence.

But if Beichuan Si himself disliked this kind of activity, they would obediently comply and find another way to pass the time.

"As long as you don’t go and do them yourselves, telling some ghost stories to pass the time is fine," Beichuan Si replied calmly.

He was not a rigid man, and the reason he usually kept Beichuan Hui Li away from ghost stories was simply out of safety concerns.

As long as they didn’t recklessly seek out danger, Beichuan Si really wouldn’t mind them indulging in some verbal thrills.

"Great!" The faces of the group brightened as they sat down on the mats around the fire, legs crossed.

Sakurai Saki was the first to start the ghost story, sitting on the mat, her face taking on a mysterious tone as she spoke:

"Do people living in Bunkyo District believe in this urban legend?"

"It’s a ghost story about a night-time baseball bat killer and a girl."

Huh???

Beichuan Si, who was focused on grilling skewers, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

This ghost story sounded vaguely familiar.

But Sakurai Saki clearly didn’t notice Beichuan Si’s reaction; she leveled her voice, shifting to a third-person narrative, "They say it was also a cloudless night."

"A high school girl living in Bunkyo District, for some special reason, only started on her way home at this time."

"The roads at night seemed more twisted than usual, with shadows flickering at the street corners..."

"She felt an inexplicable anxiety because she was about to pass a stretch of road without streetlights."

"The grim darkness engulfed her, and a persevering shadow followed her—"

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