Passing through the vermilion torii gates, the Garden Shrine came into view.
The classical architecture, combined with the modern buildings beside it, created a slight sense of incongruity, yet also felt seamlessly integrated.
Next to the torii gate was the Shinto Water Pavilion, where every visitor could wash their hands before praying.
Morimoto Chiyoda stepped forward, scooped water, briefly washed her hands, then poured the remaining water down the handle, cleaning the long-handled wooden ladle as well.
Though no one would mind that she had touched the ladle, the essential sense of ritual could not be omitted.
Ayatsuki Ayaka's eyes gleamed with envy. She felt that Chitose did everything in a way that was pleasing to the eye, radiating a picturesque elegance.
In comparison, she felt a bit clumsy.
Why is there such a huge gap between us?
This question flickered through Ayatsuki Ayaka's mind, followed by a wave of discouragement.
