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The God of Saving Projects

Arriving back at Kofuku place after a quick round about the park Yato went to see how Yukine was doing in the shop.

Yukine looked up at him with a smile, “Get any calls for jobs while you were out?” He asked only to see Yato’s face and know once again, his master is a bum.

“No, nothing yet,” Yato spit out while putting on one of his signature pouty faces that only make Yukine glare back.

“Don’t worry too much about it Yato the jobs will come and we will go back to big phantom clear outs as soon as your wounds heal from earlier this week.” Yukine stated like it was already the law.

In other words Yato would go back to being slave driven by his shinki by killing phantoms until he almost passed out.

This was not the most glorious job and in fact did not pay! Though Yukine was sure that it would get him finally recognized in being a god of fortune.

Yato soon got the look of daydream in his eyes where he would stare off at the corner in the room silently giggling about all you can drink beer and fountains of gold just for him.

“Tch,” Yukine gave with a little disgust, but gave a light laugh afterward. Nothing could crush Yato’s spirt that is for damn sure.

Snapping from the idea of a third fountain of gold Yato thought of their friend with a pink tail bringing him beer by a pool. He graciously accepted, but came back to reality only to get information.

“So is Hiyori coming over today to give you any lessons?”

“No, she said tomorrow would be a good day. Today she had to finish an art assignment.”

Yukine could barely hold in his laughter. Hiyori and art were two words that did not mix at all. 

Yato’s face instantly went dark as his bangs started to touch over his cheek bones.

“An art assignment and she didn’t ask me for HELP! But I’m a god and an amazing artist!”

“Maybe she was too embarrassed to ask for help? I don’t know though I doubt there is much you can help her with. She is probably already finished it.”

It was probably true since the sun was already starting to go down, but it only encouraged Yato more.

“I am a god of fortune at any time of day! I will be back with a successful job!”

Yato ran back to the sidewalk on his way to Hiyori’s not even listening to Yukine yelling after him about dinner and something about Bishamon, but Yato kept running. Those were things that did not matter right now. The only thing that did was a pink eyed girl probably butchering a potential art project.