And after these two "bald" ones, finally came the absolute star of the whole team.
The Oiran who seemed to have the flower name Ibuki finally appeared at this time.
She was wearing a heavy yet gorgeous and glamorous Oiran costume, a vivid red garment woven from the finest silk mixed with gold threads, embroidered with patterns of hundreds of flowers, extremely luxurious.
Her raven-black hair was also intricately styled, with various precious hairpins inserted, resembling a peacock with its tail fanned open, dazzlingly beautiful.
On her fair and slender feet was a pair of high-soled three-tooth clogs, the tall solid wooden soles looked quite heavy, certainly not something an ordinary person could handle.
Of course, that's referring to mortals. If it's a witch, this weight is not really a burden. However, what left Dorothy speechless was when she carefully inspected the material of the clogs and recognized it as a High-Level Spiritual Wood known as "Meteor Ironwood."
This wood is typically only used to forge top-tier melee weapons; just a sprinkle of its shavings added to a weapon can considerably increase its weight and hardness.
And now, this entire block of Meteor Ironwood had been made into a pair of shoes. Forget about whether this is extravagant or not; the sheer weight alone is enough for the homebody witch to reverently call the person daring to walk in these shoes a "real woman".
The weight of these shoes is not much lighter than two ten-thousand-meter-high mountains.
If anyone could wear these shoes and still walk, it would absolutely be a literal "real woman" with strength to rival mountains and an aura covering the world.
But in reality, these mountain-heavy shoes were worn by a delicate beauty at the moment.
The beauty even maintained a calm expression as she gracefully walked using a special Oiran step known as "Oiran Steps," moving leisurely yet attractively.
Ah, it is indeed beautiful, but also truly slow. What would normally be a ten-minute walk would take an hour with this Oiran Walk. The phrase "Oiran slow as an ox" is certainly not just an empty saying.
Beside this Oiran Ibuki stood two exceptionally tall witches in attendance, one dressed in red and the other in blue.
The Oiran rested one hand on the shoulder of the red-clad witch for support, while the blue-clad witch held a long-handled umbrella as a sunshade for the Oiran.
"Hmm, two Peak Martial Saints, also top-level Great Witches, very nice, very good."
Watching this red and blue duo, the homebody witch nodded expressionlessly.
Afterward, her gaze met with the alluring eyes of the Oiran.
Dorothy realized her Still Water, Clear Mirror Technique had been seen through.
But that was only natural, not because her magic was lacking, but simply because the target was just too advanced. She was merely a little witch with only 50,000 Mana. Fooling Great Witches with her fine magical accomplishments was already quite impressive, but this Oiran was a Peak.
Yes, a genuine Peak Witch, not an inferior Peak like a certain Director of Studies.
Although their gazes only clashed for a fleeting moment, this Oiran already gave Dorothy a feeling no weaker than Spider Teacher or Miss Maria from the Revelation Battle Group.
She also exerted about ten percent of the pressure from her family's Mother Dragon, truly terrifying beyond words.
Fortunately, Dorothy and the Oiran had no enmity, so their eyes soon parted. The Oiran blinked in surprise, then continued with a slight smile on her charming face, treading elegantly in the Oiran Walk and moving slowly away.
And the homebody witch fell into thought.
When the last eight "Kimono Sleeve Maidens" of the Oiran team, the Evolved, true Oiran candidates, passed by her in graceful steps, swaying their alluring waists before her, only then did Dorothy raise her head again.
These Kimono Sleeve Maidens were about the same age as her, fifteen or sixteen, just barely adults, but each averaging over two hundred thousand Mana.
Oh my, is Flower Street truly such a frightening place?
The homebody witch looked up at the sky and fell into contemplation.
"Sophia, what do you think about this?"
Dorothy turned to her dormmate beside her and asked.
The Pure White Witch was equally amazed.
"MISS, I think you probably cannot handle that kind of Oiran; your small stature cannot withstand her exertion."
Sophia delivered a truthful yet sarcastic remark.
"Senior Sister, I think the Chairman said it well."
Even Audrey, who always trusted her Senior Sister, was now soothing her slightly startled tail as she chimed in.
The Oiran's beauty did not astonish the trio, but her power did bring a bit of a shock to them.
To this, the homebody witch also rolled her eyes.
"What are you two talking about? When did I say I was interested in that Oiran? She's a Peak Witch, must be a few hundred-year-old woman. I'm not so desperate as to go after someone aunt-class, okay?"
Dorothy said.
But this is a lie; in truth, for her, as long as they are beautiful, it's always "Big Sister" for her, all acceptable. After all, a Great Witch is nearly immortal, and a few hundred years of age difference really isn't a big deal for an Immortal Being.
It's just that it's fine to think about such things, but saying them out loud would make others think of her as perverted.
But it isn't entirely a lie; at least she truly isn't interested in this Oiran. After all, she wasn't as pretty as her junior, and having such high power yet being an Oiran certainly suggests there's a problem—definitely a troubling character best kept at a distance.
Of course, the main reason is that the spectacle earlier looked so costly, far beyond what a poor little witch like her could afford.
Crack...
Miss Ibuki, not far away and yet to get far due to the snail's pace of the Oiran Walk, almost twisted her ankle. But her professional skills and terrifying Peak strength quickly got her back on track, calmly continuing her parade.
Yes, calmly, although her silver teeth were almost gritted down.
The Oiran was in a good mood initially because of meeting an interesting little fellow today but got slightly irked because of a remark calling her an old woman.
But, during working hours, she must not act rashly. She needs to stay calm and not get violent; otherwise, if her anger destroys the whole street, it wouldn't be good.
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"So, Miss, do you still want to continue strolling in this Flower Street?"
As the Oiran team gradually moved away, the Pure White Witch smiled and asked her Miss.
"Of course..."
Dorothy had to admit she was a bit provoked by the mocking look on her dormmate's face, which seemed to say, "Miss, can you even handle it?" But she restrained the retort of the Fairy King's "how about you try it yourself," then chose to follow her heart.
Yes, this Flower Street is indeed a bit intimidating; better not continue the stroll.
"I think I'm still too young; it may not be suitable for me to stay long in such a thrilling place. Let's head back."
The homebody witch was preparing to head home without looking back.
Judging by the quality of that Oiran team, this was no Flower Street but seemed more like a barracks.
Only having set foot on this Japan island for a few hours, Dorothy already deeply realized the waters of this island run very deep.
She was merely here for a leisurely vacation, not to make trouble; such a place that screams trouble ought to be avoided.
Her main purpose for this trip was to seek some celestial fate, but Immortals likely wouldn't be found on this Flower Street. It's better to look in the mountain temples or shrines.
This was what the homebody witch thought.
Yet...
By afternoon, as the homebody witch followed Aunt Miko, heading to a restaurant for a meal, she was momentarily dumbstruck seeing the familiar Flower Street.
Dear Aunt, are you sure this is how you plan to entertain an old classmate's reunion and meeting your niece for the first time? Bringing us to dine in such a place?
... Homebody witch is baffled ...
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