Nor would I let my mother's Asakusa Shrine be humiliated by others.
"Futa!" Chief Priest Fujishima's heart sank, he shouted: "Return to your place!"
Fujishima Futa had just turned around when a hand rested on his shoulder.
He turned his head, and what came into view was a friendly smiling face.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave," the smile said amiably, "since you like talking about rules, why not discuss them a bit more."
"How do you want to discuss it?" Fujishima Futa sneered.
"I'm a director, right?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
Fujishima Futa said mockingly: "You won't be for long."
"But right now I still am, aren't I?"
"So what if you are?"
"Since I am, I have the right to stand here." Fujiwara Reya smiled lightly, meeting his gaze, "And you? What is your status? What right do you have to stand up and speak? What right do you have to stand up from the audience and accuse a director?"
The questioning voice clearly reached everyone's ears.
