I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

In 963, Shimoguni, Utsunomiya clan.

"Stop!!! You ‘hand captain’ who killed a thousand swords, return the thing to me!!!"

Several topless men with swords in their hands are running on the long street panting.

A petite figure with her whole body wrapped in a large robe full of flowers and her face tightly covered, was chased by them, running flexibly in the crowd.

Hearing the shouts of fierce men, passers-by on both sides guarded their pockets vigilantly, and automatically divided a way.

"Handsman" is a slang term in Shimoguni, which refers to people who have dirty hands and feet and like petty theft.

And the person who was covered in an improper printed robe and couldn't see his face, presumably had stolen the properties of those men.

Under the rush, someone suddenly stretched out a bamboo pole from one side and tripped the petite figure to the ground.

"Hey...I see where you are going now..."

Several strong men immediately gathered around with their weapons in their hands.

"Oh, I'm still a mother, and she looks pretty handsome... It's better to sell it to the girl's house..."

Under the robe, a young girl with a thin body and long hands was faintly visible.

Although she covered her face, just looking at her black pearl-like eyes could give people a sense of agility like a spring breeze.

"Snapped."

A bulging money bag flew out of the crowd and fell between several men and girls.

"Bring your belongings, plus this bag of copper coins, and disperse them."

A middle-aged beautiful man wearing a white plain robe, long beard and an iron hood walked out of the crowd.

Around his waist, he wears a sword that is nearly one meter long and has a gentle arc.

"Where is the idler, is it great to have money, this little girl must..."

The man in the lead danced the long sword in his hand fiercely and walked towards the opponent dissatisfied.

However, the two companions behind him stretched out their hands to hold him tightly.

"Hey, are you blind? Take a closer look at who it is, and don't bring us if you want to die..."

"This... Mao pulls too much knife?"

After seeing the dress of the opposite person, the originally vicious man immediately threw his weapon and knelt down.

"I don't know Taishan, but General Fujiwara forgive me..."

The shape of the knife at the man's waist is extremely unique. The shape of the knife is narrow and the blade is slender.

Such a Taito, because it is shaped like a Maopu (tweezers), is called a Maoputaito.

In a small place like Utsunomiya, there is only one person who is eligible to wear a "hair-pull-shaped big sword" on his waist and a "38 star pocket" on his head.

A few months ago, he joined forces with Hira Sadamori and Fujiwara Yuken, and raided Sarushima-gun Shimosoguchi. With one arrow, he shot and killed the peerless sacred general who conquered the eight Kanto kingdoms with one arrow. He also served as Shimono, Musashi Ryogoku and Jinshoufu general. , Fujiwara Hidego, table Fujita.

It is said that the "hair-pulling-shaped Dachi" on his waist and the "38 star pockets" on his head were all awarded by Utsunomiya Daimyojin.

The three men didn't even dare to get their money bags back, so they left in panic.

On the ground, through the gaps in the robes, the woman secretly looked at the man in front of her like a frightened bunny.

Like feelings, Fujiwara Hidego also looked down at her.

With just this look, the man's heroic eyes were imprinted in her heart forever.

What a pair of beautiful eyes.

It's like the small holes in the center of those copper coins that I stolen and stored next to my body, generally beautiful.

"With such a pair of eyes, it's a shame to be a thief... It's all to blame for the people's inability to live in the world."

Looking at the woman deeply, Fujiwara Hidego sighed and turned and left as if he had done a trivial thing.

"...Keep the money and find some other livelihood."

At the beginning of the Tianqing Rebellion, a hundred waste is waiting for prosperity and the people are not living, but the officials have levied taxes year after year. Such a world is destined to be unable to save everyone.

That woman, after all, could not survive the hunger and war, wrapped in her favorite printed robe, she slept forever on the side of the road in a winter day.

She has no nostalgia for this too hard and life-threatening world.

"It's a pity that I couldn't repay you..."

When she was dying, the only thing she could not forget was those beautiful eyes full of heroism.

Through the obsession with eyes, she turned into a ghost in that chaotic era, collecting the eyes of all creatures frantically.

Until she refined those beautiful "collections" into the most beautiful pair of treasures, and dedicated them to the man who had turned gray-haired...

"Dare the evildoer!"

What greeted her was the other's killer arrow with the breath of "Da Ming Shen".

...

"I want this day, I can't cover my eyes!!!"

As "Mochizuki Ayano" looked up at the sky, a blood line slowly appeared in the center of the silver plate-like full moon above the sky.

The eye is the most complex and perfect organ in the world.

Compound eye, monocular, camera eye, mirror eye, telescopic eye...

Human eyes, animal eyes, insect eyes, ghost eyes...

Even, the eyes of the gods...

Collecting the eyes of others for a lifetime, there is only one problem to pursue.

Who is it that opened the first eyes of this world?

The full moon that I looked up to for the first time in this world would be so beautiful.

"This month is my pupil, like a full moon."

As she groaned, the blood line began to split to both sides...

The full moon in the night sky turned into a slightly squinted single eye that was about to open.

Turning the moon into a pupil, under the night, nothing can escape her gaze!

The bloodshot moon pupil in the night sky suddenly widened, and a cloud of resentment that Yuehua broke above the apartment in front of Tibet was spilled...

The incomparably terrifying sight also descended with the moonlight.

Since tens of thousands of years ago, creatures evolved their eyes. Every night, they worshipped the mysterious moon wheel in the night sky.

Regardless of which civilization records of mankind, the moon includes the natural worship and yearning for time, reproduction, harvest, and immortality.

In terms of obsessionism, this planet that is closest to the earth and has carried the belief and worship of human civilization for thousands of years, the cohesive power in it can no longer be described in human terms.

"Puff puff……"

Under the moonlight, the densely packed ghosts and monsters suppressed by the formation method, like tomatoes held by invisible giant hands, burst one by one, turning into black liquid all over the floor.

"No, don't watch..."

Staring at the gaze falling from the gap between the eyes, the spirit removers below the apartment felt shrouded in an irresistible horror. Even with spiritual power and formation protection, they could only fall to the ground instantly and unconsciously.

Even the cocoon, who was a bronze corpse and didn't know what fear was, bowed to the ground and shivered.

This is the most primitive fear of living creatures that has been engraved in genes for tens of thousands of years for this bright moon above the night sky.

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