I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Hurry up, as for these things, leave them to me!"

Seeing that the barrier took effect, Mochizuki, with his naked upper body, ran towards the bottom of the stairs without looking back.

A kappa who had just crawled out of the window of the samurai shoji house was smashed into his bald head with a punch.

Like the previous "Seven-man Imperial Front", the splashed stump turned into a pitch-black liquid.

"The legendary Kappa, is Tianlinggao so calcium-deficient?"

Although these ghosts are terrifying in appearance and weird killing methods, they don't know why they give him the feeling of a "paper tiger" that is broken at the touch of a touch.

"Captain, where are you going, retreat with us first!"

Although he didn't say anything, the players could see that his actions like this were buying time for everyone.

"Hey, it's rare that someone promised to lend me some power for free..."

Mochizuki's dark palms slowly spread out, condensing a group of purple flames that were condensed to the extreme, and tossed them to a platform below.

A few ghosts that just crawled out of the painting were instantly annihilated in the purple flames.

"Just go down and have a look, what the hell is it, it's a mystery!!!"

The red-eyed Mochizuki Che, regardless of the calls of the players behind him, allowed the purple flames on his body to burn up the splashed black liquid, and rushed into the dense group of ghosts below like a bamboo.

...

In the dilapidated shrine main hall, a four-year-old girl in a witch costume sits in front of the shrine with her breasts.

"In the name of...Chi...City...Ji...Ming...of..."

In her mouth, she was reciting the strange mantras like walking on thin ice.

"Wipe...Go..."

The talisman paper twisted at the fingertips struggled to condense the imperceptible ghost blue spiritual power.

"……what!"

However, despite her small fleshy face full of sweat, and the light and dark spiritual power on the fingertip paper like a flame, it was finally unsustainable and scattered with the wind.

"Snapped."

The bamboo strips in the old man's hand were not light or heavy, but with enough intensity to make her eyes full of tears, it hit the back of the girl's hand.

"...Attention, not enough concentration."

The old man's serious expression was full of anger and sadness, and it looked a little distorted.

"With your talent, with this little effort, it's not enough..."

The bamboo sticks in his hand gradually grew sharp branches, flashing with faint green light...

"Those who don't work hard enough...will be punished!"

He waved hard at the girl in front of him.

"Snapped."

The girl's white hands did not cowardly hold her head and close her eyes to accept punishment as he imagined.

"How dare you..."

Instead, he raised his hand forcefully to hold the sharp branch.

"Grandpa, I know..."

Even though the white and greasy fingers were cut and a drop of blood ran down her wrist, the girl still kept a quiet gaze and calmly stared at the old man in front of her.

"...Because I inherited half of my blood from the father of the spiritualless, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't catch up with the geniuses of those big families."

"Now that I know it, I have to pay the price of punishment..."

The old man, whose face became more and more odious, pulled back the bloody branch with force.

His appearance is constantly distorted, turning into a demon with a huge head.

"I don't need you anymore... Akagi Shrine doesn't need you anymore..."

The sharp branches also changed into ferocious maces, and they swung down at the girl fiercely.

"With your trash father, go to death!!!"

"Snapped."

Facing the mace, which was bigger than her own body, the girl just spread her small hand gently and stopped it in her palm.

"how come……"

The power attached to that little hand made it impossible for the huge evil spirit in front of him to exert his strength.

"I really miss it... When I was a child, I was terribly scared of the punishment of my grandfather. When I think about it, my whole body trembles."

The girl slowly got up, and her figure began to change accordingly.

"But now, sorry, grandpa... that's already a past tense."

When she straightened her waist, she turned into a beautiful and dignified girl with long hair and waist.

"Now I have already accepted it. I am afraid of punishment, mediocre in talent, and I can't be the best I can be no matter how hard I try..."

On the talisman paper at her fingertips, surging spiritual power was raised.

"It is precisely because I can admit my imperfect self and face the fears I once felt calmly, that I can fly freely and protect important things in my own way."

"Even your dad, who is regarded as a trash, is working hard in his own way..."

"In the name of Akagi Hime..."

With that tempered gesture, she silently condensed the rune paper toward the evil spirit in front of her.

"Hey...hehehe...here, you can't..."

The evil spirit with a look similar to the old man opened his huge mouth and swallowed the witch's white arms, and the spiritual power on the talisman paper dissipated.

"Only the smile on the miko's face can make the gods feel happy."

However, the girl in front of her had a flower-like smile on her face...

"That's what grandpa said the night he became a Buddha..."

It seemed that he didn't worry about his situation at all.

"And I have found someone who can smile anytime and anywhere, and what I want to protect."

A tangled palm full of burning scriptures broke through the darkness behind, and gently rested on the girl's fragrant shoulders.

"... Wipe away the darkness in front of you."

With the dark red flame sweeping over her arm, the girl waved the talisman paper in her hand.

"Uh ah ah ah..."

With her movements, lava-like raging but inexplicably warm flames swept the world in the girl's eyes and burned the evil spirits in front of her.

"...Simply, let me try these paintings on the same frequency first, how about?"

After regaining his senses, Mayumi Torii returned to the bottom of the painting pavilion full of miserable paintings.

It seems that everything just now has never happened.

"Little Bird Yushi, why are you suddenly in a daze?"

Sosuke Araki's hand was patted on her shoulder with concern.

"Well, I'm fine."

She shook her head a little bit shyly, and looked at all the miserable paintings around her with vigilant eyes...

Not far away, the original painting of the witch without misery had already turned into a pile of ashes.

"Mr. Araki, these paintings hide ghosts and erodes people's hearts. They must be destroyed!"

"What you are waiting for is your sentence... Compared to finding clues, it is more suitable for me to destroy this kind of thing!"

With the permission of the "instructor", Araki Sosuke rolled up his sleeves in a flash, and swiftly tore off the nearest paintings beside him.

"The material of this drawing paper is so strange to tear...Huh?"

He was still looking at the peculiar texture of the drawing paper in his hand. On the Wuxian drawing, dark red flames and black smoke suddenly rose up, and rancid grease dripped "sizzlingly".

Just as Araki Sosuke threw the burning paintings to the ground, the space above the two of them was suddenly agitated.

"It's so noisy."

The feminine male voice who didn't know where it came from, complained a little boredly.

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