I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

On the double bridge, the mahogany sword in Kengo Yamada's hand and the black Nagata sword of the Kagemusha connected, bursting out a burst of electric light.

With only one blow, the mahogany sword in Yamada Kengo's hand was broken into several pieces with the powerful counter-shock force.

His chest felt tight, and a mouthful of blood poured in his throat.

Mochizuki Ayano, who was standing behind him, had two bullets in his hand and the flames of the pupil technique exploded on the Kagemusha at the same time, striving for space for him.

The gray-white body of ghosts and gods, the flames instantly dissipated.

The action of the shadow warrior was not affected at all. Instead, he leaped flexibly towards the sides of the two of them. The sword in his hand was cut out with an afterimage at an extremely tricky angle, and he wanted to kill the two together.

"boom."

The sniper rifle sounded, and the slender spiritual power bullet accurately hit the blade, was cut in half, and fell to the ground feebly.

The black sword ran straight to Yamada Kengo's neck as if there was no one.

The shadow fighters who become ghosts and gods are as if they are all-powerful and unbreakable, terrifying.

Shimoto Ichiro, who was fighting with another Kagemusha, saw this scene, and he suddenly felt distraught.

"Kengo..."

In spite of the sword that was slashed at himself, he suddenly burst out several pieces of talisman in his hand, blasting towards the shadow warrior in front of Yamada Kengo.

It turned out to be desperate to change his life, but also to save his apprentice.

Yamada Kengo could only watch the black Dachi turn into black streamer, and he couldn't avoid it.

The black Dachi stopped between Kengo Yamada's neck.

Yamada Kengo, who had already closed his eyes and waited for his death, watched in surprise at the sword that was cut in front of his neck, slowly turning into a white spot from the tip of the sword...

"Eastern country warriors like this, my great cause of rejuvenation is doomed to be fruitless, not the crime of the pseudo-emperor..."

The two shadow warriors who looked like the gods of death, in the confusion of everyone's eyes, screamed up to the sky on the bridge, turning into a little white light and dissipating.

"This is...becoming...becoming a Buddha?"

Ichiro Tokimoto watched this scene thoughtfully, without realizing that the blade between his neck had already cut off his beard before it turned into a spot of light and dissipated.

...

Inside Kanda Myojin Shrine.

"Om."

The golden rune clock shattered into a starlight under the slash of two Taito.

Hongfa's face was pale as wax, and blood was pouring out of his mouth.

Facing the sword that was cut at the two, he still kept his face unchanged and closed his eyes and chanted sutras.

"From today onwards, all those who succeeded in the Dharma at the Kawasaki Master Temple will enter the world to remove the spirit and rest until the death."

He did not dare to forget what Kukai presided over.

Entering the world and removing spirits, you will rest until you die.

Before the sword could be cut down in the future, a holy white light emerged from the two shadow warriors.

"Eastern country warriors like this, my great cause of rejuvenation is doomed to be fruitless, not the crime of the pseudo-emperor..."

The two shadow warriors stopped their movements, starting from the tip of the knife, gradually turning into white light spots and dissipating...

"Ms. Araki..."

The previously desperate little bird Yu Mayumi, looked at the familiar "Buddhism" in front of him, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She happened to know one person who could make such a powerful resentful spirit "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot".

...

Outside Tokyo Station.

Abe Temple held two broken blades, relying on agile footsteps, constantly dodge the attacks of the Kagemusha.

In the continuous high-intensity battle, his physical and spiritual strength had already been overdrawn, and he was gasping for breath.

But the shadow warrior behind him is like a tireless killing machine, chasing behind him like a shadow...

Behind?

and many more……

"Eastern country warriors like this, my great cause of rejuvenation is doomed to be fruitless, not the crime of the pseudo-emperor..."

Abe Temple looked back, and the shadow warrior who had been chasing behind him disappeared strangely at some unknown time, leaving only a white light spot in the middle of the road before it could dissipate in the future.

"To...become a Buddha? Could it be that person..."

Seeing the shadow warrior in front of him slowly turn into a light spot, Abe Temple's eyes were thoughtful.

...

"Yes, that bastard! I took the real sword without saying hello, and the guys with natural rationality are too much... I'm fighting for life, this time I must count you 20,000 yen! What, come and drink two. Cup... Forget it, I have another big business to do tomorrow."

On the side of the engine car, Araki Sosuke held the phone between his shoulders, constantly complaining to Chiba Ibuki on the other end.

In the middle of the alley, a set of dark samurai armor was quietly stacked in the middle of the road.

"What kind of Soma Kojiro... ashamed, all armors are discarded, won't you just seal the sword?"

Kneeling down, and taking a look at this simple and beautiful set of samurai armor, which was quite heavy, Araki Sosuke hesitated and moved it to the back seat.

This armor looks extraordinary workmanship, maybe it can be sold for a few dollars.

...

When the morning light comes, the night gradually fades.

The originally warm morning light could not bring any warmth to Kanda Akira Shrine.

Inside the shrine, several detectives converged and carried away the bodies of their colleagues in the square with solemn expressions.

The pale paper-faced Buddhist monk continued to hold on to meditate the scriptures in the middle of the square.

However, this time it was replaced with "Death Curse".

Tori Yu Mayumi hugged her legs in a daze, and sat on the steps of the main hall, not knowing what she was thinking.

A bottle of warm milk was placed on top of her head.

She raised her head to see that it was Mochizuki Ayano, who had a different blond hair.

At this moment, Mochizuki Ayano's complexion was also full of fatigue.

"Aren't you supposed to be very busy, why are you here?"

Toriyuki Mayumi asked in a low mood.

After that night in the Hell Apartment, she and Mochizuki Ayano and Gu Yuansha were about the same age, and they naturally became good girlfriends who have experienced life and death together.

From time to time, I would go shopping, eat, and talk about everything together.

However, at this moment, several agents sacrificed for themselves, and the impact on Toriyu Mayumi was too great.

She was immersed in guilt, unable to squeeze even a smile to her good girlfriend.

"Kanda Myojin Shrine is, after all, the place where the Hirashou Gate gains the power of faith. Naturally, you have to come to confirm in person whether the Hirashou Gate Post in the shrine still has its residual power..."

Seeing that Toriyuki Mayumi’s emotions were not right, Mochizuki Ayano gently sat down beside her and said a cruel fact: "Last night, almost all the frontline elites of the four joint action teams in Tokyo were Sacrifice... the joint operation will probably be suspended for a while."

"Ayano sauce..."

Hearing these words, Toriyu Mayumi took her hand distressedly.

The casualties were so tragic, Mochizuki Ayano, as the head of the ninth lesson, was afraid of her inner suffering and guilt several times that of her.

"Since I joined Lesson 9 three years ago, countless agents have sacrificed in action, but we have no time to stop mourning, we can only carry on with their beliefs and continue to run forward and race against those unknown beings..."

Mochizuki Ayano shook his head, squinted, and looked at the square in front of him quietly.

From her sight, there were countless traces of ghosts and gods' footprints, sword marks, and spiritual bullets left on the square, silently recounting the tragic battle last night.

In the face of the powerful ancient ghosts and gods, the four joint action teams have collapsed across the board before even figuring out which one is the deity.

Had it not been for that Pingjiangmen suddenly and strangely "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha", I am afraid that that night, it was not only the extermination of Lesson 9 and the existence of the Association of Soul Expellants, but even the "that" in the Imperial Palace would be in danger.

Lesson 9: Fighters can be paralyzed, and Rashomon’s position still has no clue to this day. If ghosts and gods like the Pingjiangmen appear one after another, I’m afraid...

The building will fall.

"By the way, what do you think about Pingjiangmen resentful spirit suddenly becoming a Buddha?"

Mochizuki Ayano asked suddenly.

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