I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Five minutes ago, the Tibetan apartment was one kilometer away.

"I hope Mr. Araki can arrive safely."

Looking at the black figure that had fallen from the night sky and disappeared, Yu Mayumi Kotori sighed and put away the longbow in her hand.

Araki Sosuke's rear lights have disappeared into the darkness.

At the same time, there was a strong spiritual fluctuation in the direction of the apartment in front of Tibet.

The full moon above his head was instantly eroded by the darkness, losing its original light.

"This is, a lunar eclipse? Wait..."

In her eyes, a petite and familiar back figure, wrapped in a dazzling moon, rose in the air, swept across the night like a meteor, and swept towards the gate of hell above.

"...Ayano sauce?!"

Seeing his friend plunged into the deep huge door and disappeared, Yu Tori Mayumi couldn't help covering his mouth and exclaiming.

"Exactly, what happened?"

Watching the gate of hell, he began to slowly close towards the middle, big tears streaming out of the eyes of Tori Mayumi.

Although she didn't know what happened, she instinctively told her that Mochizuki Ayano must be doing everything she has now in order to protect the world.

"Ms. Araki..."

There is only one person who can help Ayano now.

"You can't wait here, calm down, you must find a way to do something for it!"

"Om..."

At the same time, the "July Rain" that had returned to the scabbard to keep quiet, as if responding to her thoughts, shook wildly again.

"This is... So, Mr. Araki needs our help now, right?"

After gently lifting her temples to her ears, Yu Mayumi Kotori raised the demon bow in her hand again, "Weeping".

Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her palms and pulled out the July rain from her waist.

The huge arrow like bone jade came out again...

The girl drew her bow and led the arrow, full of strings like a moon, towards the direction of the apartment in front of Tibet.

At this moment, although the resentment surging around was thinner than before, it was enough to greatly reduce the inspiration of the soul remover.

The apartment in front of Tibet, one kilometer away, is far beyond the effective range of ordinary bows and arrows.

However, Toriyu Mayumi still closed his eyes calmly.

The dry gouyu on her chest lit up, increasing her sensing range continuously, searching for a target that could be locked.

In her consciousness, it was still dark, and there was no figure of the person she was thinking about.

A self-deprecating chuckle could not help but appear at the corner of her mouth.

With the strength of Mr. Araki, how could he be locked in by himself.

Lord God, please tell me, Mr. Araki, where is...

She was not discouraged, still maintaining a full bow posture, praying silently.

As long as you pray sincerely, Lord God will definitely respond.

Endless thoughts drifted away in the night breeze as the bird swims Mayumi's dark hair.

The scenes from the acquaintance with that person so far, like lava erupting from Mt.

"If we never met, where would I be"

If there was no Mr. Araki, I should have stopped at Kamakura High School, Hell Apartments, the bottom of Nagoya, under the sword of Hirasa Gate, or disappeared in the dark fog of tonight?

However, when did this man sneak into his heart?

"That day, that moment, that scene, you appeared in my life"

"Fresh expired meat buns, please, eat them while they are hot."

Was it in a small convenience store, when you handed yourself a hot meat bun?

"Don't think so much...just like drag racing, wherever there is time for you to look back, you just need to hold the direction, stare at the front, and make sure you hit the throttle every second to the end."

When in Kamakura High School, when demonstrating "Otobuchi snake god's correct barbecue posture" to yourself?

"En? Of course I went to work. It's so obvious, can't you tell..."

In the hell apartment, when you smashed that group of earth-bound spirits with your own despair?

"Hey...Isn't I good...what nonsense, you are my big benefactor, do you know how much you made from the stall today?"

On the yacht, when he was seriously injured and rescued himself from the half-monsters and the weird Taishou?

"No problem, I promise you, with this glass of wine as a promise!"

Or, when I am too weak and become farther and farther away from Mr. Araki's world...

She pursed her lips stubbornly, and her expression became firm again.

It doesn't matter, as long as the burning emotion in his chest is real, it is enough.

In any case, we must pass the thoughts that are under the fireworks, and that the future has time to express, to the past in its entirety.

As if responding to her emotions, the little bird swam on Mayumi's temples, and the green, primitive knots flickered like breathing.

That was the gift I exchanged with Mr. Araki last time at the "Tokyo" soba noodles, Iwate's specialty bondage rope.

In the darkness of inspiration, as if echoing in the distance, another spot of light lit up.

That spot of light that appeared in the dark means...

Someone also took the knot that belonged to him with him.

"Countless timelines, impossibility, finally intertwined to you"

Whether it's gathered or twisted, it sometimes transits, sometimes breaks, and then connects again.

The knot symbolizes the bond between the spirit and the body, the connection between people, the flow of time, and the transformation of space.

"The imperial shrine is towards Xi, Awaji Awaji Noshimazaki. The coastal breeze is blowing strong, and when we return to the old parting, my sister is tied together."

In "The Collection of Many Leaves", with such a short song, it is described that the wife puts a "knot" on the clothes of the husband who is about to go out, which means that half of her soul will be formed in order to protect and bless him.

At the same time, when the husband misses his wife, he will also look at the knots on his clothes to express his miss.

A small knot, like a token of love, connects the thoughts and prayers between people.

"Got you……"

A happy smile floated at the corner of Bird Yu Mayumi's mouth.

Spiritual power rushed out of her body crazily along with her thoughts, as if to burn everything, gathering towards the longbow in her hand.

The fingers that pulled the string were so hard that drops of blood slipped down the bowstring.

Tonight, under the sky full of fireworks, she finally cast aside the burden on her body and bravely faced her own mind.

"like……"

I like you.

Like you more than anyone in this world.

Only this mood will not lose to anyone.

I will always like you.

Even if my body is destroyed and disappeared from the world, I will still fall in love with you in the next life.

As long as it can be your strength, it doesn't matter to sacrifice everything.

The slender fingers stained red with blood gently loosened, and the July rain on the demon bow instantly disappeared without a trace.

"...The moonlight is so beautiful (月が绮丽ですね)."

Thousands of words, converged into four words, as the arrow cuts through time and space, it passes towards the person in his heart.

Only the bowstring reverberated in the air, making a "buzzing" sound.

"Please, July rain..."

After doing all this, Tori Yu Mayumi sat on the ground like a stretched body, staring blankly at the gate of hell in the sky.

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