I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

The man wrapped up in the night was the man who rushed to after handling Ryuu Uchimura casually.

Behind him, the black wings of resentment composed of feathers fluttered softly.

Those eagle-like eyes were staring at the worn-out long knife on the deck by the witch.

"I will bury you here first... and then take away those two knives..."

A violent wind gathered around his body and gradually turned into a small tornado in his palm.

As he seemed to throw it indifferently, the tiny tornado fell from the air towards the sea below.

There was a strong wind on the sea more than 20 meters in front of the yacht.

In the huge whirlpool rolled up by the wind, a plume of water quickly condensed and rose towards the sky.

Like a deep blue water dragon, it will rise to the sky by moonlight, soaring through the clouds.

The water column quickly connected with the dark clouds under the night, and while it grew stronger with the rotation, it moved closer to the ship.

"This is... a water spout?!"

Seeing the sudden and spectacular sight in front of him, Sosuke Araki, who was sitting on the bow, suddenly turned pale.

Waterspout is a kind of air columnar waterspout that occasionally appears on the surface of warm water and is full of moisture and rotates quickly. The internal wind speed can exceed 200 kilometers per hour, and the degree of danger is no less than that of a tornado.

Since the waterspout is a severe local weather phenomenon with a very short life history, there is currently no accurate forecasting method for it.

With more than half a year of offshore navigation experience, he has observed this kind of astronomical phenomenon from afar, and he knows its sinisterness.

Since the "waterspout" was generated more than 20 meters in front of the bow, Sosuke Araki had only time to grab the lifebuoy with the cable on the ship's gunwale, and threw it to Abe Temple and Tori Mayumi to fix himself.

Now I can only count on this medium-sized yacht to withstand the power of a waterspout of the size ahead.

"Get down and find something to fix yourself!"

The detectives in the driver's cabin also reacted quickly. They were already trying to turn the bow of the ship, trying to avoid the waterspout in the front at the maximum angle.

But the waterspout seemed to be alive, and it moved slowly and fast in the direction of the yacht.

In front of the waterspout that was getting stronger and stronger and carrying the might of heaven and earth, a sense of insignificance and powerlessness that could not resist nature surged into everyone's hearts.

"Ms. Araki, be careful... this is not an ordinary waterspout!"

As I got closer, seeing the black air in the turbulent tornado in front of me, Yu Mayumi Kotori shouted loudly towards Sousuke Araki who was fixing himself behind the bow with a cable and a lifebuoy.

However, no one can hear what she said.

The waterspout came in contact with the head of the yacht with the sound of violent wind.

The first to bear the brunt is Sosuke Araki, who is lying on the bow.

"Uhhhhh..."

Seeing the high-speed spinning waterspout rushing toward his face, Araki Sosuke, who was enveloped in a strong sense of suffocation, swelled with muscles all over his body, and lay down on the deck with his guardrail, howling in advance like a Spartan warrior about to be beaten. Up.

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah..."

Then, the moment the waterspout that ruined the world touched the bow of the ship...

It turned into a gentle breeze, blowing on the back of Araki Sosuke, who was buried on the ground, and then...

Dissipated.

"Huh, that's it?"

Feeling the wind that was like being blown by Uncle Mo with a hair dryer, Sosuke Araki raised his head in confusion, and withdrew his exaggerated howling in embarrassment.

The sea water that was rolled up turned into a downpour, and it rained on the heads of the bewildered people.

"How is it possible, who did it, is it in the cabin..."

Above the night, Yanfeng Jiro widened his eyes, watching the violent waterspout transform into a breeze and drizzle, showing an incredible expression.

"On this ship, there is such a powerful spirit remover sitting in town. No wonder those two guys were planted."

After scanning back and forth between the few people on the deck who didn't look like a master, he gritted his teeth, flapped his wings and disappeared into the night.

...

The next day, Nagoya, the First Red Cross Hospital.

"Ms. Araki, let's come in."

Early in the morning, Tori Mayumi, carrying a bag of food and wearing a dress, knocked on the door of the ward respectfully and opened it carefully.

Behind her is Mochizuki Ayano, who is wearing a small dress with big dark circles under her eyes and the words "Don't bother me if I haven't slept all night" on her face.

Behind the curtain, on the white hospital bed, the quilt is tightly wrapped in a ball, it seems that Sousuke Araki is sleeping soundly inside...

Looking at this vaguely familiar scene, Mochizuki Ayano's forehead was erected with a black line.

"This guy, isn't it..."

She stepped forward without hesitation and skillfully lifted the quilt on the hospital bed.

"Sure enough... did you slip out again?"

In the quilt, there are still three fluffy pillows.

"Hey~ I thought it would be the nurse who took the temperature... Ah, the bear striped one, and the other light pink one..."

A disappointed voice from a man came from under the bed.

In the horrified eyes of the two girls...

As if a ghost came out of the cage, half a suspicious golden head came out slowly from under the bed.

It was Sosuke Araki.

The place where he probed out was extremely precise and immortal under the skirts of the two of them.

"Ms. Araki!!!"

"Ahhhhh, you are a pervert..."

Mochizuki Ayano ran away in an instant, covering the hem of her skirt, and her high heels stomped on the golden oil head.

...

"Mr. Araki, you are so cold. It's too cold to sleep on the floor, and it's not good for the recovery of the wound..."

"It hurts... Snoring... Nagoya's udon has a different taste, and the soup is so rich..."

Sitting on the bed, with a bandaged arm, a blue nose and a swollen face, Sosuke Araki, who looked more serious than last night, was eating the Nagoya-style miso udon noodles brought to him by Yumi Torii.

Nagoya people always say: "Life is 90% of udon noodles and 10% of mini noodles".

Nagoya’s miso udon noodles are made by simmering dashi, meat and other ingredients in an earthen pot into a concentrated stock, then adding soul bean miso, udon noodles and various vegetables, and finally an egg after the pot is boiled Just turn off the heat.

It is loved by Nagoya people because of its strong taste and rich flavor.

"Really, how can I beat the wounded. It was just an accident. What I want to see is the lace or T-shaped of the sexy, mature, beautiful nurse sister... It's not the naive style of your little girl..."

"Shut up to me! That won't change the fact that you are a perverted voyeur! Really, Mayumi-chan, you can say a few words, even if he saves your life, you can't indulge this perverted bewildering behavior..."

Mentioned a certain "keyword", Mochizuki Lingnai raged away again.

"I didn't notice Mr. Araki who was hiding under the bed just now. Is this some kind of concealed cultivation...that is...we are no longer little girls!"

Tori Mayumi, who was originally holding a notebook to record something on the side, also blushed and agreed absent-mindedly.

"The point is not there at all, okay?"

Seeing that she didn't blame her at all, Mochizuki Ayano could only turn her head weakly and look out the side window.

Who made this guy in the hospital bed now be a lonely hero who ran for hundreds of kilometers, singled out the half-demon Jidao, rescued two hostages, and regained the grievances.

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