I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"I see... I have been tossing for forty-eight days, and it's not too late."

After Shoji Jinemon responded, he put his hands behind his back, bowed his head and said nothing.

Even after the morning fog leaves, every night, there will be inexplicable long songs echoing in Yoshihara Yukaku.

Even if there is a "curfew", from time to time there will be a wandering girl who is like a sleepwalker, walking along the long street with the "eight characters"...

Gradually, between the young houses, there is a Yunyu whispering that this is the soul of Asagiri, still in the "Oiran Road" of Yoshihara every night, looking forward to the agreed day, the sweetheart will come to Yoshiwara gate to greet herself.

This is one of the reasons why he will be here today.

As for another reason...

Under Shoji Shine's frowning brows and eagle-like eyes, he stared unblinkingly at the wide steep mountain road under the temple gate.

At this time, Yoshino Sakura, the earliest blooming season, is quietly vying to bloom.

The poignant light pink blooms all over the mountains, spreading like a burning flame from Hongo Maruyama to the Edo Castle below.

At the end of Shoji Jinemon's line of sight, the stone slabs on the mountain road and the cherry blossom trees on both sides have all been stained red.

"Puff......"

It is more red than cherry blossoms, and naturally it is the blood that splashes when the head is raised.

"Do not violate the common sense of the world, do not live for pleasure, do not depend on others for everything, and despise yourself and the world."

Wearing a black robe, holding a pair of knives, a tall man with a scumbag face and disheveled hair, he is walking up the mountain path step by step with his head down, still whispering something in his mouth.

"I don’t want to be lustful in my life, I don’t regret my own affairs, I am never jealous of others, and I don’t feel sad when I leave."

In the cherry blossom trees on both sides, a masked man covered in bandages sprang out from the woods and mud from time to time, waving all kinds of weapons at him.

"Never complain about everything, don't indulge in admiration, everything is unbiased, don't ask for luxury at home, and don't be greedy for money when you grow old."

Kunai, Shuriken, Saling, Shinobi, Fuki, Shinobi, Handguard Hook, Fujitsu Fake Artifacts...

In the face of these tricky angles and ghostly sneak attacks, the man always cuts out the long knife in his hand without looking back.

"Asagiri..."

A certain name was whispered in his mouth, and his godless eyes stared straight at the temple above.

"...I'm here to pick you up."

"Chucha and rice do not greedy food, do not occupy the antiquities that have been passed down from generation to generation, do not do anything to harm oneself, do not insist on the best, and do not hesitate to prove the way."

Every time that seems to be careless, but comes first and swings a knife, it represents a head rising into the sky.

The head rolled all the way down, dyeing the stone road behind him red, making the cherry blossoms on both sides look more and more beautiful.

"Respect Buddhas and gods without asking for them, the body can die, the name of the samurai cannot be abandoned, and the swordsmanship cannot be separated."

The two knives were waving constantly, and the heads rose and fell like a wave.

The originally pitch-black robe was dyed dark red, and it became tattered in countless knife marks.

Only on the left sleeve that fluttered with the wind, the flame patterns and cherry petals became more and more beautiful in the blood.

The headless corpse knelt down like a pilgrimage to the long scarlet steps behind him, without seeing the end at a glance.

Is a human head a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud to protect flowers.

The cherry blossoms in the coming year will surely bloom more brilliantly.

By the end of the day, there were three poles and corpses all over the field, and only the old man in black robe at the gate of the temple stood in front of the man.

"Yagiu Yushou Lang..."

Shoji Jinemon's dark and matte Shinobi sword violently collided with the man's long sword.

"...You know that this move is declaring war on the shogunate on behalf of the Yanagyu family."

His eyes are full of resentment.

Today, most of the elite Yoshihara Self-Defense Forces that he has cultivated so hard have been on that mountain road and turned into flower fertilizer under the sword of this man.

"I have obtained permission from Clan Chief Zongyan to withdraw from Liu Sheng's house..."

Looking at the "master of Yoshihara" in front of him, there was no hatred in Yasuo Yagyu's calm eyes, only sadness that was too strong to be overcome.

"Here, the only ones who came to retrieve the body of the dead wife, the ronin warrior, and Shou Lang."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, it seems that in this matter, the shogunate and the Yanagyu family abandoned you and me for their own decent..."

Shoji Shinemon's hand suddenly ejected two sawtooth-like sharp blades from Shinobi, bringing a scar on the handsome face of Yazuo Yagyuu.

"However, Asagiri is a person from Yoshihara, and death is a ghost from Yoshihara..."

"No one can leave Yoshihara without my permission, even a corpse!"

Perhaps it was the blood that was aroused by the splashing blood, and the ninja that resembled a sickle and a hidden mechanism in Shōji Jinemon's hand became more agile and strange, colliding with the double knives in Yajuyu's hands to produce dense sparks.

"Just when the fire is on, I will kindly burn your little white-faced corpse with her to comfort the spirit of Taifu Asagiri in the sky."

As soon as his voice fell, a thin plume of smoke rose from the temple behind him.

"Asagiri..."

Seeing this scene, Yasuo Yuzuo frowned, and the two swords in his hand that had been cut to the edge disappeared without a trace in the eyes of Shoji Jinemon...

Two-day first-rate·Five-round·Empty Scroll!

"not good!"

Years of experience in life-and-death struggles made Shoji Jinemon instinctively lift his ninja sword to block...

"Zheng."

In the face of his movements, Yasuo Yagyu didn't hear about it, and seemed to slowly retract the sword back into its sheath, and passed by Shoji Jinemon, and disappeared inside the temple gate without stopping.

"If you don't hide, you might be able to die a little easier like them."

"you……"

Shoji Jinemon wants to turn around and shoot again...

But the Ninja sword in his hand, along with his body, began to crack silently along the blood line that ran through the left shoulder to the right waist at some unknown time...

"I... lost?"

Decapitating with a knife is the greatest mercy the samurai gives to their opponents in the fight between life and death.

"I, Shoji Shinemon, who has experienced countless life and death battles throughout his life, became the uncrowned king of Yoshiwara..."

Shoji Jinemon knelt softly on the ground, lowering his head weakly, his eyes full of hideousness and unwillingness.

"But I didn't expect to be here today, losing to the bravery of one person..."

The rusty breath rushed to his throat immediately, blocking the next words.

"Asagiri...you fool..."

Yasuo Yagyu roared like a wounded wolf in the courtyard.

"All blame me, it's too late to come back...Uh ah ah ah ah!"

"This benefactor, please mourn, Tai Fu Asagiri has passed away in the fire."

"The deceased is the big one. Please reciting the Mantra of Rebirth with me here, and pray that she can reach the other shore early..."

"Master, you, look...he, kimono...that kimono is flying!"

I don't know what happened, but suddenly there were countless sparks, bursting into the temple, and burning.

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