I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Om... Om... Om..."

Just like seeing an old friend who hasn't seen him for a long time, the "sun and moon" double knives in the man's hands also screamed excitedly.

"Yes, and you...Although it is a little different from the past, but..."

Feeling the shock, he lowered his head and looked at the pair of weapons in his hands with emotion: "...it's been a long time."

"The Nujia...Finally...Waiting for you..."

Chaowu, who was held in his arms, still looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face that had been buried in his heart for hundreds of years, and the voice from the soft lips was trembling.

"This time... it will never be... the Nujia dream...every night, right?"

After a second, she gently shook her head, carefully stretched out her hand, whirling up along the man's side face with the back of her finger, as if she wanted to confirm that all this was not a dream...

Once, after falling asleep every night, she would dream of this scene.

But always before touching this heart-wrenching face, everything shattered into dreamy bubbles, turning into tears on the face when I woke up early in the morning.

"After I left...you must... have suffered a lot."

His soft, beautiful, gentle and jade face was a little different from what he remembered.

There was a cross knife scar on the white cheek.

At the upper left of the slender straight sword eyebrow, a scorched scar covered most of his forehead.

The vigorous young man in the memory has become a swordsman who has experienced many battles, vicissitudes of life, and restrained edge.

"You have always been in my heart, and have never left... As long as we can meet as promised today, what's the matter with the cycle of life and death, the vicissitudes of life, the mountains and the fiery sea?"

He stretched out his tail finger and flicked the tears that hung in the corner of Chao Wu's eyes, and the man leaned over his face domineeringly and stamped her sandal lips fiercely...

"Hey hey... this young man who is good at teasing up girls is really the ancestor of that indifferent facial paralysis, steel sword infatuated straight man Abe?"

"Furthermore, among the Abe clan who are rich in Onmyojis, I have never heard of such a master who can slash ghosts and gods with the sword! 』

Seeing the strange samurai incarnation of Abe Temple in front of him, after smashing the ghosts and gods with a sword, he began to "sprinkle dog food" with the oiran unscrupulously, and Hiroshi Tsuki and Kengo Yamada felt that they could not eat it anymore.

"This...Theoretically speaking, "Resurrection of Real Name" will give priority to awakening the powerful existence hidden in the bloodline..."

Niya, who was also puzzled about the effects of her technique, whirled her chin.

"Of course, because of certain interference items, there is a possibility of such and other small probability events."

Suddenly remembering something, she clapped her hands lightly: "By the way, when this guy reports his name, I won't know it!"

The technique of "resurrection of real names" is precisely inspired by the original meaning of "asking for names" to awaken these beings that have fallen asleep in history for a short time.

Therefore, according to the rules, after the opponent is successfully summoned, he must report his "real name" to himself as the operator.

At this moment, the warrior in the middle of the giant pit, reluctantly parted with Chaowu's lips, looked at Niya as a "surgeryman" with a solemn expression, and seemed to be preparing to declare his family: "The first-class swordsman in the second day, Liu ..."

"boom!"

Behind the three of them, the remnants of the ghosts and gods who had just landed, reunited silently and swiftly like lightning...

"...Yagyu Yashou Lang!!!"

"What, not Abe... Is this the interference caused by the blood of the tauren? ! 』

In the flames, the bull-ghost's powerful body rose from the ruins like an immortal, buried the bull's head in the green eyes of everyone, and rushed towards the embracing two in the huge pit...

"It's been a long time since... this time, I, who is immortal, will never lose to you again!!!"

"Shoji Jinemon..."

His eyes out of the flames because of hatred reflected the calm face of Yasuo Yasuo, who was standing with the mist and sword in his arms.

"I was able to join hands with Yin Yang Liao to seal you back then, so why not cut you thousands of times today!"

...

1657, March 2.

Edo, Hongo Maruyama, Honmyo Temple.

"Nanwu Amida Po Ye... Dota Gado Ye... Do Di Ye He..."

The quaint temple built on a small hill echoes with the mantra of rebirth chanted in unison.

"Om... Om..."

From time to time, there are melodious bells that pass along the inside of the temple to the Edo Castle below.

In the backyard where the temple was used for Buddhist ceremonies, a small and exquisite coffin was placed on the tall pyre.

In the coffin lies a slender girl with a deep body.

She was wearing a solemn and gorgeous purple kimono with big sleeves, her hands peacefully clasped on her abdomen, her eyes closed tightly.

The lifelike complexion, as if she just fell asleep temporarily and might wake up at any time.

"grown ups……"

"How about it, it's been more than a month, can't it light up?"

Outside the gate of the temple, Shōji Shinemon, dressed in black robes, with gray temples, and a goshawk with his nose hooked down, asked a young novice monk behind him in a deep voice.

It has been more than a month since the new Shintao Asagiri "Shingawaro" Yukaku Yoshihara "suddenly died" on the way of Oiran Road.

From the day that Asagiri died, Yoko Yoshihara has had strange things...

On the day when the bones were gathered, everyone found that Chaowu's purple kimono with big sleeves could not be taken off no matter what, it seemed that the dried blood was stuck to his body.

In order to avoid damaging the body, she had to put some makeup on her, then she folded her clothes into the coffin and temporarily parked in the "Shinagawa Tower".

But that night, there were many Shinagawa wandering girls who "stay up late and work overtime and fight till dawn" and heard the faint and peaceful singing from the long street.

Not only does the timbre of that singing sound similar to that of Asagiri, but even the tune is the one that Asagiri loves to sing most on weekdays.

Not only that, but there are also several wandering girls who fall asleep early due to menstrual shifts, seeming to be obsessed with the mind, dementedly walking along the dark Nakanomachi Street in the middle of the night, taking eight-character steps, like "Oiran Road". At the gate of Yoshihara, the blood of menstrual affairs bleeds all the way...

The Yoshihara Self-Defense Force, who was so scared to guard the gate, thought it had seen a ghost, and almost drew a knife.

Among them, there are even a few new brides in other buildings who don't have to pick up guests that night.

After being awakened, they had no recollection of it, only that they slept very sweetly.

The next day, Asagiri's body was hurriedly taken to the Honmyo Temple on Maruyama, near Hongo on the edge of Edo Castle.

After the inspection by Honmyo Temple, the root of the problem was the kimono of Asagiri.

Therefore, the monks of the Honmiao Temple opened the altar to dispel the grievances from the kimono, and then, according to the order of an adult, bury the morning mist thickly.

"That...that, the host said, the grievances on that kimono are too high, at least you need to recite the scriptures until the three noon when the sun is the most vigorous, and make up for seven or seventy-nine days..."

Obviously he was only turning his back to him, but the little novice was trembling in fright by the murderous air of the other party.

"...I ignite it rashly, it may cause a catastrophe."

After exhausting all his strength, he squeezed all the words that the host had explained to him from his throat.

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