I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

In 1863, Kyoto.

The vigorous young painter stood beside the team of the Tokugawa clan entering Beijing, waving a few splashes of ink, and using gentle and delicate brush strokes to show the heroic posture of the team of samurai riding by on the paper.

On this day, he and 14 of the most famous Ukiyo-e masters in the world jointly drew more than two hundred long scrolls of "The Lines of Tokaido" and "The Fifty-thirds of Suehiro". People don't know the king.

"Yes, you can become a famous painter in Edo at the age of twenty-four, and make me famous as Gefang. What kind of reward do you want?"

The white-haired old man, weak in body and spirited, looked at himself, the youngest disciple, with admiration.

"It's all the teachers who have been teaching carefully for many years, and the disciples have nothing else to think about..."

The man bowed and thanked him, and suddenly felt a chill.

In the crack on one side of the door, a familiar pretty eye was staring at him in embarrassment.

"Gudong."

"...Yes, can you give me oranges."

The man swallowed hard, closed his hands in front of him, and slowly pressed his forehead to the ground.

"Although I'm just an offshoot of the Kii family, with my painting skills, I can definitely give her a happy life!"

After exhausting all his strength to say this sentence, the man was like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced to death, trembling slightly on the ground, his neck and ear roots already burning red.

"Ahem, my body has had a good life in the past few years..."

The stern old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and for the first time showed him a kind smile: "While I can still hold the pen, hurry up and get married... On the day of your wedding, I will paint a picture for you by myself!"

"teacher……"

...

"Orange."

When Tokugawa Fangnian came back to his senses, six lines of blood and tears slipped silently from those six-petal chrysanthemum-like eyes.

"It reminds me of some past events... Your Excellency is really cruel."

And the imposing elbow blow of the big black arm had already approached him at this time.

"I... my power?"

Just about to leave, Tokugawa Yoshinen discovered the fact that surprised him.

Just in the gust of wind that was swung by the huge arm, countless gray auras were drawn away from his body along with the airflow.

Before that elbow was reached, half of the power of the ghosts and gods in his body had been drawn away, making him feel like he was in the deep sea, and his whole body movements were solidified.

"No!!! I can't lose these powers until I reach the pinnacle of painting and complete the ‘final work’!"

The furious Tokugawa Yoshinen tried his best to reach out his left hand and grabbed the gray stone bowl in front of him with difficulty.

"...In order for my fellow to complete the mission, I can only ask your Excellency to retreat for the time being!"

If the terrifying black giant arm continues to approach, even if it misses, he will completely lose the power to maintain his existence.

"Boom!!!!"

With the sound of the huge organ sound, the building complex that covered the entire three-dimensional space and imitated the Wakayama castle pond began to expand, move, invert, and transform around the inner wall like a Rubik's Cube.

Suddenly, this three-dimensional space with a sense of direction disorder suddenly turned into a running drum washing machine.

It is extremely difficult for the person in it to have a sense of direction in the brain and cause visual dizziness.

The platform at the feet of Sosuke Araki and Yu Mayu Kotori was also divided into several pieces and began to spread out to the surrounding side walls.

"not good!"

Seeing that the platform was about to retract completely, and the two of them were about to fall into the endless abyss below, Sosuke Araki turned and picked up the dizzy little bird Yu Mayumi "Princess", and jumped onto the continuously rotating and telescopic building on the cave wall. .

As Sosuke Araki drew up and stopped, the elbow that was about to hit Tokugawa Yoshinen also followed it, wiping the roof on the side.

With beast-like intuition and terrifying dynamic vision, the effect of this dislocation space in motion on him is almost zero.

However, the buildings that reverberated with the operation of the mechanism seemed to have lives aimed at the two of them. With the arrival of Araki Sosuke, they kept rotating and retracting, leaving him nowhere to stay.

"That guy is aiming at me! However, it seems that he can't precisely control a large range of construction institutions at once, you hide here first..."

Taking a glance at the Tokugawa Yoshinen who was sitting on the roof and seemed to be manipulating something, Sosuke Araki put Yu Mayumi Kotori into a long house, and stepped on the other end of the building and leaped back.

Sure enough, after he left, the nearby buildings stopped moving.

"Ms. Araki..."

Slowly stood up in the long room where even the furniture was slanted, and the regained bird Yu Mayumi, decisively hung the "withered gou jade" on his chest on the door of the room.

"In the name of Akagi Jiming, give the domain of the conferred god!"

As several pieces of talisman paper ignited, a sacred breath instantly enveloped the long house where she was.

"...Give it to me, stop!"

Then, she pushed up the window like an Edo girl looking at the street scene...

Then he drew a bow and directed an arrow, aiming at Tokugawa Yoshinen above without hesitation.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The invisible arrow rushed toward Tokugawa Yoshinen, but it passed through him directly and dissipated on the building behind.

"Humph."

Even this sharp invisible arrow could not break through the space distorted by Tokugawa Yoshinen.

"In my next life, I have drawn countless works in this Immortal Shouyuan, and today I will leave you as a guest for tasting...until I agree with my art!"

Within the building complex on both sides of the spiral staircase, among the countless miserable paintings, the ghosts and warriors covered in blood began to crawl out.

"Roar……"

With a bloodthirsty roar, they came up from below in dense clusters like locust swarms along the stairs surrounding the cave wall and the uneven buildings.

"Hey, if you want to keep me as a guest, you have to see if you have the ability!"

At the same time, Sosuke Araki has stepped on the continuously expanding and contracting buildings on the inner wall, approaching the position of Tokugawa Yoshinen all the way like an agile ape.

"Araki Zongsuke! That ghost is very slippery, I can try to hold him down for a moment! Find a chance to use that trick again..."

On the other side, Mochizuki, whose body was covered in dried blood, was the only one with his scalp shining green under the moss, also encircling him, stepping on the roof and climbing up quickly.

At that moment, Tokugawa Yoshinen's reaction was all in his eyes.

"Of course, I mean if you can still use it!"

This ghost and god, who dismissed ordinary spirit removal methods, seemed to be concerned about the existence summoned by the evil monk.

"Don't say it once, ten times will be fine!"

On the opposite cliff, Sosuke Araki responded with a loud voice.

"However, after talking for a long time, do we know...Who are you from?!"

"puff…………"

Hearing his question, Mochizuki, who was already injured, suddenly stopped breathing, and sprayed out a bit of blood clogged in his chest, only to feel that his breathing was a little smoother.

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