I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Today, as the blessed person of the '15th' of the Aum Shinrikyo, I would like to ask Master Tai for some advice..."

On the mask worn by this man with a black hood, two long and thin writing brushes written in black ink, "Will picking", are squarely written in black ink.

"The Buddha you believe in, has ever appeared before your eyes to prove its existence?!"

The countless slender arms protruded from the slightly bowed back of the black robe man.

"The old man, the ‘power of fine hands’, is the ‘true god’ I believe in, the blessing bestowed by me!"

"Thin hand" is a monster originating in the northeastern region of Japan. The body is said to be a slender, invisible, and invulnerable arm, which often appears in people's homes.

The body protection and enchantment of an ordinary spirit eliminator, for a ghost like "thin hand", is like nothing.

However, the practice of Junko Kato is extremely good at guarding the Dharma, and it has been deadlocked until now.

"The Buddha you believe in, has ever stretched out even one finger to you when you were confused, desperate, and in agony?"

"Now that you are about to lose your life, will the Buddha you believe in come to save you?!"

Under the black robe, the old female voice asked madly and aggressively.

"Buddha has three things that it can't do. It won't save without predestined condition, it won't change its karma, and all sentient beings can't be exhausted..."

The pink Buddha bell was gradually compressed under the frantic flap of his arm, but Junko Kato's voice remained calm.

"One who cannot destroy the karma means that the Buddha can nullify all aspects and cut off the evil of all sentient beings, but cannot avoid the karma of his own accord."

Turning a blind eye to the critical situation in front of her, she actually discussed the Dharma with the other party in a serious manner.

"Secondly, we cannot save those who are not destined, which means that the Buddha can transform all sentient beings, but cannot save those who are not destined."

As she did not rush out of Zen, the weakened Buddha bell unexpectedly stopped "shrinking" with great resilience.

"The three who cannot fulfill the realm of life mean that the Buddha can save all sentient beings in the world, but cannot make the realm of all sentient beings exhausted!"

The battle situation in the white mist froze again for a while.

"Tsk, neither can this, nor that, I think it's all your Buddha, an excuse for your incompetence!"

He slapped his mouth with disdain, "No. 15" turned his head and looked into the mist on the right side, and called out kindly: "Hey, don't dare... If you don't shoot anymore, it will consume those guys with only muscles in their heads. Follow along, and the living sacrifice named by the president will be snatched away."

"Snapped……"

The answer to her was a clear high-five.

"Precious grain..."

After the applause, the girl's immature, dull, innocent and innocent singing sounded in the fog.

"Many flowers and trees..."

Another short man in black robes, clasping his hands together religiously, humming a quaint Japanese song, slowly appeared in the white mist, and stood beside the "15".

"All are the gifts of the sun..."

In the mask on her face, the Arabic numeral "18" is written crookedly with the graffiti-like brushstrokes of a child.

"The food that breeds my life..."

While humming softly, "No. 18" lifted his hood and turned the mask behind his head.

"Benefits from Amaterasu-sama..."

This is actually a girl with big and exaggerated ball heads tied to both sides of her hair, with a tender face, and not more than sixteen years old visually.

"Oh, there are still people who can sing this Japanese song?"

Listening to the weird accent and lyrics, Junko Kato thought for a while and recognized this waka.

This is a Japanese song composed by Edo national school master Motoi Nobunaga to praise Amaterasu for giving food.

It has been passed down to this day that many Shinto priests would hum the song and pray solemnly before eating.

Before eating, ordinary people would put their hands together and say "I'm going to move (いただきます)", which is also a simplified version of the ritual from this Japanese song.

"Your life (あなたのせいめい)..."

With the end of the song, on the 18th, he clapped his hands together again and "slapped", bowing to the pink Buddha bell wrapped by countless arms at ninety degrees.

"...I accepted it (いただきます)!"

Her closed eyes and drooping face were full of sincere and pious gratitude.

As soon as the voice fell, her neck stretched like lightning, her head swelled a hundred times like an inflated head, opened a huge mouth like a great white shark, and bit her head towards the Buddha clock where Junko Kato was...

"I start moving (いただきます)" can also be understood as "I accept it."

This idiomatic word behind it comes from the last sentence of this waka.

This is also the final hypocrisy expressed by the person who eats the "food" that has lost his life to support himself.

I accept your life.

"It turned out to be... a ghost?"

From the gap in his arm, I saw that "No. 18" pounced on his huge mouth enough to swallow the entire car, and Junko Kato frowned.

"Yes, it's a ghost..."

Speaking in an innocent tone, the "18th" has a huge head like a hot air balloon, gnawing fiercely on the Buddha's bell.

"You can eat anything, never worry about being hungry, just a bite!"

A ghost is said to be a ghost whose head suddenly grows bigger and can swallow a person in one mouthful.

"Crackling..."

Bitten by the sharp teeth in her mouth, the pink buddha bell immediately faltered, showing dense cracks.

"Hey, bang crunchy!"

As if satisfied with the taste of the Buddha bell, No. 18 grinned and increased the bite force.

"The Lord speaks for me, persuades thirst and admiration, and achieves joy..."

Among the Buddha's bells, Kato Junko's pious chanting continued to be heard.

"In the course of practice, there are different levels of joy..."

With the sound of chanting, the pink Buddha light on the Buddha bell became more and more intense, and the original cracks were gradually recovering.

"This teacher, have you ever imagined that the child on the 18th is an orphan who was adopted and raised in the shrine since childhood..."

It seemed that he was stubborn about the previous dialogue with Kato Junko. On the 15th, he manipulated countless arms to slap the Buddha's bell while speaking in a bitter tone.

"However, those shit priests who claim to worship the gods keep her as pets and refuse to give them food..."

Having said that, she kindly reached out and put her hand on the thin shoulders of the person beside her.

"...Only when she offers her immature flesh in exchange, can she have a full meal."

If the granddaughter hadn't left herself, she would have been so old now.

"When we rescued her, apart from singing this pre-dinner Japanese song, she couldn't even say a complete sentence..."

Hearing the hatred and love in the words of his companions, "No. 18" bit the giant face of the Buddha's bell and twisted a smile, and shook his head slightly.

"Mother-in-law... it doesn't matter... I forgave "Father" and "Grandpa"..."

Immediately, the ball hair bun on her head split from the middle and turned into another hideous mouth, biting the Buddha bell from the other side fiercely.

"...After all, they have long since become food in my stomach."

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