I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"The gods can do it... Then go find those gods! Since these gods and weird things really exist in this world..."

Looking at the petite, weak figure on the hospital bed, Sousuke Araki clenched his fists with his hands, his brows were full of unwillingness.

"There are so many shrines and temples in Tokyo that can come and ask? By the way, Yuuji Kotori, don't you also live in Akagi Shrine..."

"Ms. Araki, don't, don't talk stupid."

In the face of Araki Sosuke's urgent question, Yu Mayumi Kotori lowered his eyes and gently pulled the corner of his clothes, as if he was afraid that he would say something disrespectful to the gods.

"Since hundreds of years ago, although the gods will still respond to the prayers of believers with their magical powers, they have long no longer sent any'oracles', and want to pray for the gods to take action, I'm afraid..."

Having said that, the girl shook her head stiffly.

"Then, is there really no way? Just watched the girl Mochizuki, continue to lie in this lifeless place?!"

The air in the room became dignified and desperate for a while, and only Araki Sosuke's dull growl was left.

"Hey, since those shattered gods ignore people, then we will figure out our own way..."

"The solution is not without it."

A thin, short figure in a white coat appeared quietly at the door of the ward.

"Director Mochizuki, it's so late, you..."

Seeing the visitor clearly, the nurse hurriedly bowed deeply and respectfully, and even the waves on her chest almost rushed out of the neckline.

"Thanks, you go down first."

This old man with wrinkled face and slim body, who looks older than Tokimoto Ichiro, is the director of the "Supernatural Research Institute", Mochizuki Yasuji.

"Old man...no, this...doctor, did you just say there is a way?"

I don't know when Araki Sosuke has come to Mochizuki's side, looking at him with blazing flames in his eyes.

In his opinion, this old man wearing a white coat and being treated with such respect by a nurse must be the legendary "old military doctor" who can cure all diseases.

"It's enviable to be young, there is always an inexhaustible momentum..."

With drooping eyelids, he cast a glance at Sosuke Araki, Mochizuki Yasuji slowly turned around, and walked slowly toward another room in the corridor with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you several granddaughters who came to visit my granddaughter at night, this is not a place to talk, please come to the reception room first."

"Sun, granddaughter? So, he is Ayano-chan's..."

Tori Mayumi showed a suddenly realized expression.

"Yes, he is Mochizuki Ayano's grandfather, Mochizuki Yasuji."

At the back, Shimoto Ichiro frowned slightly, but chose to follow.

"This guy, after trying various methods for a month, he suddenly said that there is a way, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd."

...

five minutes later.

Wooden keel ceilings, plain white tatami mats, traditional Japanese sliding doors, various elegant and simple scrolls on the walls, exquisite refreshments on the table...

The traditional Japanese-style reception room where Sosuke Araki and his entourage are located makes people almost forget that they were in the cold and pale research institute.

"Wow, this heavy historical atmosphere is really worthy of being the reception room of the director of the institute."

Unlike the people sitting at the elegant low table, Sosuke Araki's eyes were attracted by the bookshelf that occupied the entire wall of the reception room.

In his memory, there was such a wall of bookshelves in someone's room in his childhood, which looked very kind.

"New Hundred Monogatari", "Kamakura Ancient Century", "Hyakki Night Walk Illustrated Book", "Rashomon", "Tribal Cultural Interpretation of the Conflict in the Middle East"...

In addition to all kinds of heavy and obsolete classics, dazzling honor certificates are also randomly discarded in the showcase beside it.

International Neurobiology Award, Kraft Bioscience Award, International Biomedical "Lasker Award", Honorary Member of the International Budapest Club...

"Ahem, that, Director Mochizuki, you just said that there is a way to save Wangyue, can you tell us now?"

Seeing these unclear awards, Sosuke Araki's eyes looked at Yasuji Mochizuki brighter.

As Mochizuki Ayano's family, he is both a scientific authority and the director of this seemingly powerful research institute. He said that if there is a way, he should not be slanderous.

"Sip the hot tea first, otherwise Ayano will complain that I don't treat guests well."

Without answering his question, Mochizuki Yasuji just waved his hand gently and motioned to Sosuke Araki to sit down first.

He took the porcelain jar with the words "Ito Kyuemon-Little Green" from the bamboo stand on the side, filled it with matcha powder, put it into the primitive Rakucha bowl, held the bamboo tea pot and stirred it slowly .

When the dense foam filled the surface of the tea soup, he slowly handed it to Sousuke Araki, who was sitting next to him.

"Hulululu... so bitter... so enthusiastic, such a big bowl..."

Araki Sosuke held up the slightly larger tea bowl with both hands, drank the tea soup in the bowl with his head up like a medicine, and put it back on the table with a "bang".

Then, with a hearty smile, he looked at Mochizuki Koji expectantly: "I've drunk the tea, now it's time to answer my question."

"Good guy..."

Sitting next to him, Ichiro Tokimoto, who was already posing and ready to reach out to take the tea bowl, his movements instantly solidified...

"Puff."

The bird at the rear, Yu Mayumi, couldn't help but chuckle with a flushed face and lowered his head.

Not to mention, using expensive handmade paper-burning antique Rakucha bowls to drink from 300-year-old Ito Kyuemon small green matcha cows from the present to the eighth generation is what a horrible thing.

The "beauty" of someone just drinking tea is enough to make those tea lovers spit blood out of anger.

Tea ceremony, introduced to Japan from the Long Kingdom, was called "tea soup" in ancient times, and it was called "tea ceremony" only in modern times.

So far, tea ceremony has become a kind of etiquette art.

In order to prepare for a formal tea event, the host will even spend several months. Through a series of complex and exquisite links, and the use of various tea sets, guests will not only experience delicious tea, but also the ultimate hospitality.

From the dressing of the guests, washing the body and mind before entering the tea room, enjoying refreshments, and drinking tea at the end, there are extremely strict and complex exquisites.

Even in modern times, the simplified Japanese tea ceremony has the most basic requirements.

Seating is based on the height of the guests.

Usually a bowl of tea will be passed by three to five people to drink. When the strong tea is passed, the mouth of the bowl should be gently wiped two or three times with a tea towel or paper, and the bowl should be turned back to the front and handed to the next guest.

When drinking tea, use your right hand to pick up the tea bowl, place it on your left hand, and then turn the tea bowl forward from the opposite side. After tasting and sipping slowly, the last person will return it to the owner.

Who would have thought that Sosuke Araki not only squeezed out Torimoto Ichiro's "first seat", but also drank four people's tea soup alone like a cow drinking water.

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