I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 109 Shigure

In the courtyard outside the old house, raindrops fell steadily, beating against the lush trees. There was only one century-old locust tree planted in the courtyard. Its canopy blocked the sky and sun, almost completely covering the courtyard of hundreds of square meters. It only withered in winter.

Only when the sun shines.

Yuuki Herang's mind suddenly sobered up a lot, but it was too late. A graceful girl's figure, walking in broken steps, with a long waistband at her waist, her shadow reflected on the paper window, walked slowly from the door.

Come.

"How courageous are you?"

The girl's voice did not change at all. Yuki Herang moved her body and looked up. Her appearance had grown a bit bigger, from a state of twelve or thirteen years old to one of thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Thanks to your Yuuki family's support for generations, I am almost turning into a big monster. The Yuuki family who enjoys this kind of wealth will die in vain before the age of sixty. There are also many unlucky ones who will not survive forty.

Their souls have been enjoyed by me.”

The girl knelt down and took off her long wakizashi and placed it on her right hand side. Wakizashi is not a tool for seppuku as misunderstood by outsiders. Ancient warriors had a kaikan (a short sword) specially used for self-cutting. Generally, the blade is thirty or forty centimeters long.

The wakizashi is a short blade that can be used as a backup when a tachi or a katana is damaged. Later, the shogunate banned knives with a daily production of more than two feet (about sixty centimeters) and were worn by non-samurai class people. Some long wakizashi stuck to this standard became

The main weapon of the ronin, the staff sword of the famous swordsman Zatoichi, is actually a kind of alien long wakizashi.

At this time, Yuki Herang had completely sobered up. Although the girl in front of her had a delicate and delicate face, she always had a cold air. Most women would not wear pure white clothes except Bai Wuzan.

The kimono doesn’t even have any prints on it, which is really weird.

"What is your wish? If I can do it, follow my instructions and unlock the seal that binds me."

She tilted her head, and a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, instantly illuminating a hideous red face. Yuki Herang was so frightened that he crawled a few steps on the ground and pressed his back against the corner before stopping.

"Kill! Kill that Fujii tree...that's not right! I want to live forever!"

Subconsciously explaining the purpose of his visit, Yuki Herang suddenly changed his mind midway, saying that he could let go of any hatred compared to immortality.

"You can kill people, but if you want to live forever, is it acceptable to become a dead soul? You can't touch the world, and the dead souls walk in the dark, and you have to worry about meeting monsters that eat the dead souls or special humans who purify the dead souls. Good luck.

If you say so, in a few hundred years you can become the lowest level demon of the ghost race and realize your wish in disguise."

The girl with a cold appearance turned out to be a chatterbox. She flicked the long sword blade away, stood up with one hand in hand, and approached someone in the corner step by step.

"There are also some outstanding people with strong willpower who can turn into dead souls that can be possessed, but the probability for you is very slim."

She raised her white and slender arms with her sword, a sneer appeared on her face, and she gave the last hint.

"Want to try it? It only hurts a little bit!"

"Wait, wait! Let's kill Fujii Shu! Please."

Yuuki Herang hurriedly changed his story again. He still had a lot of money and time to enjoy, and he didn't want to die yet.

"Spread your blood on the paper house and say this to me."

The girl dropped her long wakashi, indicating that he could take action.

Yuki Herang gritted his teeth and cut a wound on his arm with cruelty, causing the blood to bleed.

Great, I'm almost free.

The girl who witnessed all this nodded, took the wakizashi, turned it around and put it back in the sheath, making a slight metal collision sound.

Yuki Herang, whose momentum was suppressed, had no choice but to do as she asked. He covered his injured hand and walked to the box he opened. Inside was a Japanese-style house with exquisite workmanship, and he knelt down in the center of the room.

There is a little paper figure sitting on it. If you look at the clothes of the paper figure, they are of the same style as the girl.

The bright red blood flowed and dripped, and the moment the paper came into contact with the house, a blue flame rose, burning slowly at an unreasonable speed.

"The four directions of heaven and earth are as one as above and below, separated by yin and yang, and from the same source inside and outside. The seal of today and now is broken!"

The girl spat out word by word, and Yuki Herang recited it honestly. The paper man in the paper house actually raised his thin body, stepped out of the burning house, turned into a puff of smoke, and inhaled

Inside a girl's body.

"The seal is lifted, I will give you a blessing as a favor for hundreds of years."

There was a trace of anger on the girl's face, and she turned to look at Yuuki Herang. Originally, she was in a sealed state, so she could not harm the Yuuki clan who was not dead yet. Thanks to this guy, he was at her mercy after a simple scare.

"What fortune?"

After Yuki Herang spoke, he immediately noticed something and turned around to run away. A cold light passed behind him, and blood splattered everywhere in the room.

"I just want you to die here, be restrained, and taste my pain!"

The tip of the knife penetrated his chest. Hearing the scolding from behind, Yuuki Herang's body became colder and colder. He lost strength and fell to the ground, breathing hard.

"My name is Shigure. You extraordinary beings like us prefer to call individuals like us, Zashiki Warashi."

"That guy named Fujii Shu will be on the road soon. Just wait a moment."

The road the girl was talking about was the Huangquan Road full of flowers from the other side. She shook off the blood on her long side and held the sword with a rare backhand. She sheathed the sword and walked away in the rain.

"Fujii...Shu, you have to...die too!"

Yuuki Garang originally didn't have such strong resentment towards Fujii Tree, but before he died, he still wanted to make a fool of himself and couldn't die worthless.

With his eyes wide open and his breathing stopped, he lay quietly until the rain stopped, and a traveling monk wearing a bamboo hat appeared in the courtyard.

"Amitabha."

After pronouncing the Buddha's name, the traveling monk touched Yue Cheng He Rang's eyes, which were still staring at death, closed them for him, sat down cross-legged, and recited the Rebirth Mantra three times.

"It's time to catch the monster."

After finishing the ritual, the marching monk looked up at the sky. Suddenly he remembered something, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and started making calls.

"Moxi Moxi (greeting like are you there)? Someone is sick here. Please arrange for an ambulance to come as soon as possible. The address is..."

After making the call, the marching monk put away his Apple 4S phone and completed the good deed of collecting Yuuki Herang's body, which added one more merit.

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In the principal's office of Hachioji High School, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

"Fujii-san, the choice of university is very important to one's future. For example, the University of Tokyo, which is the best in our country, can only be admitted to those with first-class academic ability. After graduation, senior people from all walks of life also go to Tokyo University.

For seniors, entering the banking industry or the association is also a smooth green light."

Principal Sakura persuaded Fujii, who was called alone by him. He was born in Tokyo University and worked for more than 20 years before climbing to the position of president of the school. Although not every Tokyo university student can become like him, the club

There are still guaranteed positions for section chiefs.

And Itsuki Fujii is an outstanding high school student with amazing achievements in football and baseball respectively. His academic ability is also excellent. Needless to say his appearance and conduct, he is a good prospect who can be specially recruited to the University of Tokyo. Why should he choose to be ranked 12th in the country?

Waseda? He really couldn't understand.

In the little theater in Principal Sakura's mind, she was wearing a tunic uniform from the last century and entered an office filled with students from various universities.

"The famous universities in our island country are well-known in East Asia. This is the representative of Kyoto University."

Someone introduced him, and after three people stood up in a row, he came to the last one.

"Wait a minute, I know this person, Waseda University, which is ranked twelfth among domestic universities."

He raised his hand and continued.

"But all of you here are from the top five universities. This kind of fun should get out."

"TMD, stop looking down on others!"

The representative with the three characters "WASEDA" on his head punched him. He knocked him to the ground with his backhand, opened the door and kicked him out.

"Let me just say one thing, the East Island country is number one. Who is in favor of it? Who is against it?"

No one objected, and he smiled broadly.

"Mr. Principal? Are you okay?"

Fujii Shu reminded the delusional Principal Sakura in a strange way. This gray-haired old principal was highly respected and respected. If something went wrong, he would not be able to bear the responsibility.

"I have already filled out Waseda's application form, and I made a phone call to the admissions office there a few days ago. They said they would let me enter without taking the exam."

Fujii's words were like a bolt from the blue, awakening the imaginary Principal Sakura.

"Dongguan University can also recommend you, and you will also receive a full scholarship. I have also reached an agreement with the representative of the freshman class, and it is you who will be appointed."

Principal Sakura did not give up and made the conditions well prepared. Fujii looked embarrassed after hearing about the freshman representative, and resolutely refused the temptation, and the conversation ended on bad terms.

In fact, Fujii didn't discuss admission matters with the people at Waseda University in advance. He planned to get in on an honest basis. With his intelligence reaching the limit, it would be easy to get into the university.

After finishing the day's class and practicing for more than two hours at the Kendo club, Fujii was riding his bicycle home. On the way home, a girl of thirteen or fourteen wearing a plain white kimono, with a long wakizashi on her waist, reached out to stop her.

Got him.

"This little sister, can't she find her way home?"

Even though the girl looked strange, Fujii didn't judge her by her appearance. He stopped the car and asked with a smile.

Home? That should be more like a cage, right?

Shigure saw that there was no weapon on Fujii's body and the bamboo sword tied to the bicycle was automatically ignored by her.

"Someone asked me to kill you and have a duel there tomorrow."

Unlike the sinner who imprisoned him for hundreds of years, the proud Shigure wanted to use a fair battle to complete this mission. The difference between Fujii and the tree is very obvious in the eyes of their monsters, and they can easily distinguish it by taste and sight.

come out.

The place she pointed to was a residents' park in Kitano Town. Various fitness and entertainment facilities were placed on the flat and spacious open space, which was regarded as a nearby children's paradise.

Isn't it a chuunibyou? Fantasy that you are a killer or something?

Fujii Shu doubted whether Shigure's brain was clear. In his previous life, when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he also had an unbearable experience of delusional thinking that he was a knight-errant. Although it was only in a dream, it was not as serious as this girl's symptoms.

Dare you look down on me? Humph!

Shigure keenly sensed the opponent's emotions, pulled out the long wakizashi with his backhand, stepped forward quickly on his bamboo sandals, and passed by Fujii in the blink of an eye.

"Keng!"

The sharp blade sank into the scabbard, and Shigure straightened up. The handle of the bicycle Fujii was riding was cut open on the left and right sides. The opening was smooth and straight, and the two-millimeter hollow metal tube exposed the hollow inside, as if to mock the contempt for people.

Fujii tree.

"This is a life and death battle, I hope you won't break your promise."

She kept a calm tone and walked towards the place she had just chosen. No pedestrians around her seemed to be able to see her, she was so conspicuous.

"Is the bicycle handle broken? It's not too late to go to the Yoshikawa family's car shop to repair it."

A middle-aged aunt from the same community stopped with her Akita dog in hand and kindly reminded Fujii Shu.

"Thank you, I'll go right away."

The Yoshikawa family's car shop is large enough to repair cars as small as bicycles. At the end of the street, Fujii Shu pushed the bicycle that had lost its handle and thought thoughtfully.

She is not a monster, right? She looks so invisible to normal people.

After showing off his sword skills, Shigure came to the park in the evening, found a swing and sat down.

The world is changing so fast!

She looked up at the street outside. Edo City, which was a cluster of wooden houses hundreds of years ago, has now become unfamiliar. She had never seen the cars passing by on the road in the ancestral home of the Yuuki family. She was trapped in that small space.

It has been here for too long, and it has been forgotten by the times.

The roar of airplanes came from the sky, and she turned her eyes happily. A Boeing 747 passenger plane, with its lights flashing, was slowly descending towards Narita Airport. When she was trapped in the house, the only thing that could bring about a change in one day was

These iron birds pass by from time to time.

The plane disappeared from sight, Shigure lost familiar things, and his expression became cold.

On the other side, Fujii Shu, who was pushing a bicycle, arrived in front of Yoshikawa's car shop.

This car shop has two connected facades and three lifting cranes. Fujii saw the owner Yoshikawa Samitsu standing under a lifted Jimin small off-road vehicle, using a wrench to disassemble the gearbox.

"Excuse me, are you free to help me repair my car?"

Seeing that the boss and main technician Yoshikawa Samitsu was busy, Fujii asked with some uncertainty.

"You brat, we have a guest! Get out of here."

Yoshikawa Saki, who was too busy, yelled into the rest room inside the store. Not long after, a young man with a chicken coop haircut came out yawning and squinting his eyes, making it look like he had just woken up.

"What car model?"

Jiwotou glanced around and noticed that Fujii was holding a bicycle that was missing two handles.

"A bicycle? I've never seen it broken down like this."

He walked around the broken bicycle a few times, stretched out his hand to touch the incision, and found that there were no burrs at all. He scratched his head in confusion and asked the owner, Fujii Shu.

"How did you do it? Ordinary cutting machines can't cut such a smooth hole."

Fujii couldn't answer his question, so he couldn't possibly tell the truth, right?

"Why are you talking so much? Find a bridle with the same specifications. If you don't have one, use secondary welding to weld it for him temporarily."

Yoshikawa Samitsu, who was under the hoist, stopped Jiwotou's questioning in time.

Thanks to Yu Quan and Mr. Blind Kan for the reward,

(End of chapter)