I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

1864, Edo.

"Fangnian...you, you...hurry up and take a look!"

The man in the dust, after the Kishu clan asked his parents to marry him, he returned to Edo happily.

"Those ronin, under the guise of'falling down the curtain' and'respecting the king and fighting the barbarian', took the opportunity to cause chaos and broke into the painting academy..."

Waiting for him was a girl who fell in a pool of blood, shattered and lost her life.

"Even though the office has already beheaded those guys on the spot, it hasn't had time to save her from the knife..."

"Tangerine..."

The man held the girl's face in a daze, only to find that the other's face was so strange.

Over the years, I have been obsessed with painting and have not asked about world affairs.

What I remember more was the petite and immature figure who was waiting to ask for warmth, walking around in his afterimages from time to time.

I don't know when, the young girl in the memory has such a charming style.

"...True, so beautiful."

The man did not cry.

His first reaction was to take out the tools from the back box and draw with a pen.

"Crazy, crazy... Fangnian is crazy!"

When I was seventeen, I kissed her on the face and thought I could stay with her forever.

Obviously, I have made an appointment, and wait for myself to become a teacher and stand on my own...

Just marry her to enter the door and watch the annual fireworks show together until the gray hair is full of children and grandchildren.

I used to think that she was as precious as painting.

But at this moment, he realized...

Painting, nothing!

The reason why I have devoted myself to the art of painting over the years is to teach her how to draw and paint ink as agreed in her childhood.

The flowers are easy to fade and are easy to grow old.

The only thing he can do is paint.

In the midsummer month, he stayed in front of her coffin, day and night, and drew it for nine days.

Swelling, bad, bloody, pus, blue, eating, scattered, bone, burning...

Looking at her like this, her skin turned into carrion of maggots and flies, a handful of dust and sand.

Human beings are really fragile and fragile creatures. They die easily, then collapse and disappear.

But in the process of this life disappearing, the beauty that made his soul tremble was blooming all the time.

The existence of no one will be remembered forever by the world.

Being forgotten is no different from not living.

Only without misery can record the beauty of the moment when the soul blooms and destroys.

Let the beauty that has been embraced never be broken again.

Let the existence like smoke sublimate to immortality.

From that moment on, the successor of Utagawa Musha-e had died.

The only one left in this world is Tokugawa Yoshinen, who is intoxicated with no miserable paintings and walking dead.

Even before the death of Mr. Utagawa and his parents, he locked himself in the studio and did not take a look.

...

"Uh..."

By the time Tokugawa Yoshinian came back to his senses, he was already surrounded by the sea of ​​blood and the monsters.

Countless odious existences gnawing on his body frantically, it is bone-erupting pain.

The scorching dark red flame burned his soul mercilessly, and it was heart-scorching pain.

"Remember, Fangnian."

A pair of warm gentlemen gently lifted his face, making the pain meaningless...

"Orange."

The pretty face, which was buried in the softest part of his heart and never dared to glance at it, finally rose to the surface of the water and appeared in his eyes more clearly.

"Think about it...why...you deliberately forgot about me..."

Accepting the gnawing of ghosts with him, the girl only has love and pity in her eyes.

"Why... you never thought about, tried... with your painting...resurrect me..."

"why……"

In Tokugawa Yoshinen's eyes, a touch of confusion emerged.

With the Buddha's nature in the "Stone Bowl in Front of the Buddha" and the cohesive power of ghosts and gods, he could have easily copied the soul of orange and resurrected her here.

However, for so many years, why, I am still willing to stay alone in the tomb of the Kii family, painting day after day.

"Because it's fake, it's all fake!!!"

"No matter how realistic the painting is, it is false, and it is impossible to bring the dead back to life!"

"Don't forget you... I'm afraid of myself, I can't help but try!!!"

The dark red flame gradually spread all over the body, Tokugawa Yoshinen's split body, reluctantly closed, and walked slowly towards the drawing table in front of him.

"Hahahahaha, it's ridiculous... From the very beginning, I knew... but I kept deceiving myself..."

"I don't have anything I want to protect..."

"Even if I die, I can't go to your side."

"Without you, I'm just an idiot who knows nothing but paints and has no power to bind chickens!"

Taking out a pair of worn paintbrushes and ordinary white paper from under the table, Tokugawa Yoshinen put one hand on the desk, and in pain, he firmly dropped the pen with the other hand.

It seemed that something was gnawing at him silently, causing him to suffer incomparable pain.

Even every subtle movement is accompanied by a trembling from the soul.

"Already, it's okay... Fangnian."

The charming girl in kimono gently embraced him from behind, accompanied by the flying pink cherry blossoms.

"Tangerine..."

With the brilliant hand of Dan Qing, waving the hair like rain, the six horrible big eyes on Tokugawa Fangnian's face and the huge opening between his throat have disappeared.

Only one emaciated young man in his twenties with teary eyes and a haggard complexion remained.

Although he wasted more than sixty years of time, from the moment she left, his time, like the painting tool and white paper in front of him, was frozen forever.

"sorry!!!!"

"Always...you are with me..."

"When you are lonely...when you are in pain...when you need help...when you leave..."

"...I couldn't be by your side at all!"

The words buried in my heart for hundreds of years, finally blurted out at this moment.

"It doesn't matter...whatever you become, it's my husband..."

The kimono girl hugged him tightly from the back, allowing him to wave the animation pen in front.

"Although I can't accompany you to watch the fireworks at every Obon Festival, I can't take you to the other side..."

"But I will be with you...like, always..."

In this situation, the two seemed to have returned to the dilapidated studio back then, and she quietly accompanied him to paint.

"Unexpectedly, my last painting "No Misery"..."

Tokugawa Yoshinen's body, in the dark red silent flame, drifted into a little ashes, and fell towards the surroundings of the platform.

"...I actually painted it myself."

After a while, the brush fell silent, Tokugawa Fangnian completely disappeared into the flame.

"It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself, and it is difficult for a doctor to overcome himself..."

The black fine gray rose with the resentment, accompanied by a soft sigh, echoing in front of the empty painting.

"... Your Excellency uses yourself to cross sentient beings, have you ever thought, who can cross you?"

On the wet ink drawing paper, there was a young man wearing a kimono and half a moon lying in the blood-blooming flowers on the other side.

He was surrounded by dark red flames, surrounded by countless evil spirits who were opening their mouths.

But at the center of the picture, he has a calm and contented look on his face.

Because his hand is holding a petite girl next to him tightly.

In the corner of the screen, a line of small characters is written.

"Hate me, love me, and my beloved ones are all by my side, and I have no regrets... Tokugawa Yoshinen's writing is absolutely perfect."

This is the first and last time that a smiling victim appeared in "No Misery" drawn by Tokugawa Yoshinen.

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