I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Don't play! According to the information synchronized from the Metropolitan Police Department, the last location information of the bus is near the 230 National Highway not far from the lake."

After emptying the inventory in his stomach, Takumi Fujiwara slowly straightened his waist and looked at the four small white islands in the middle of the lake.

"According to Kono priest, the Ainu people live on Benten Island in the middle of the lake..."

Then he looked embarrassedly at the empty wharf in the distance: "In this kind of weather, the scenic spot is closed and the ferry stops, how can I get to the island?"

In the center of Lake Toya, there are four lake islands named Nakajima, Kannon Island, Benten Island, and Manju Island.

From the end of April to the end of October each year, tourists can board the ferry to visit the largest of the islands, and even watch the fireworks display on the cruise ship; and from November to early April, the cruise ship will be suspended.

At this time, due to the early arrival of the snow season, the scenic spot entered the "closed state" ahead of time, and the ferry naturally stopped.

"By the way, there are also water-based locomotives...erh..."

"Boom..."

Fujiwara Takumi’s malicious gaze just fell on the warrior of the Warring States Period, and several snowballs were thrown into his face under the spinning of the crawler wheel.

"Good ice... I, I was wrong, don't, don't lose it!"

In a panic, Fujiwara fell back and fell on a "big rock" by the lake.

"It hurts..."

When the snowflakes on the "big stone" fell sparsely, a dilapidated small wooden boat covered with oil paper appeared in the eyes of the two.

"Isn't there a boat here? It looks like it was left by a nearby fisherman. Good luck!"

When Fujiwara Takumi wiped off the dying snow mass on his face, Sosuke Araki pulled the wooden boat out of the snow and pushed it towards the lake.

"You, don't you want to paddle this kind of small sampan that may sink at any time... Someone left this boat on the shore, maybe it's broken..."

"I'm worried about leaking water or something, I don't know if I push it into the water..."

"No problem, it works perfectly..."

Before Fujiwara Takumi had finished speaking, Sosuke Araki had jumped onto the boat that seemed to be overturned at any time, and checked the wooden oars on it.

"My uncle has done'illegal fishing' in Yokohama anyway, boating and other things are nothing but trivial matters."

"You, are you sure..."

When Fujiwara Takumi stepped on the boat tremblingly, Sosuke Araki, sitting in the stern, danced the oars in his hands like a professional capsize: "Sit down!"

"Uh ah ah ah ah!!!"

In the scream of Fujiwara Takumi's sudden push back, the dilapidated wooden boat broke through the water at a speed comparable to that of a speedboat, and sprinted towards the snow-white islands in the center of the lake...

A discordant black spot appeared on the lustrous sapphire.

By the lake, only a lone warrior of the Warring States Period stood in the wind, letting snow cover his body bit by bit.

...

"Yahi, Lan Solan, Solan!"

The chants with bright rhythm and bold tone echoed over the empty Lake Toya.

"Solan, Solan, Solan, hi hi! Five-foot man, high-spirited and courageous, riding the wind and waves to the ocean to the ocean..."

As the tall spray exploded the water, the wooden boat rode the wind and waves all the way, leaving a fine white mark on the blue gem.

"Solan, Solan, Solan, hi hi! Listen to the seagulls singing and singing, brave fishermen love the ocean and the ocean!"

At the stern, Sosuke Araki sings the hokkaido folk song "Dragging Minor", the oars in his hand dance impervious to the naked eye.

"Ahahaha, it's been a long time since I've been so happy, speed up and speed up again!"

Sitting at the bow of the ship, Fujiwara Takumi had no intention of listening to his noisy singing.

"This is a volcanic lake, not the sea...Pad slowly, it feels like the boat is going to fall apart!"

He sat pitifully in the cold wind that cuts the face like a knife, holding the sides of the ship helplessly with both hands, and with a look of horror, he watched the four lake islands in front of him rapidly zoom in his sight.

If it hadn't been "handled" on the shore before boarding the ship, he should have started "roaring" again at this moment.

"This muscular idiot, do you think he is an external diesel engine..."

Fujiwara Takukai turned his head back and glanced at Sosuke Araki, who was very happy.

"?"

The moment I turned around, small rain-like black spots appeared in the distant sky.

"That, that is..."

I saw the dense black dots cut through the wind and snow, and hit the speeding boat at high speed.

"...Arrow?! Quick, turn around!"

Fujiwara Takumi finally recognized that the black spots that were constantly magnifying before his eyes were actually black arrows!

"It's too late to turn around, just rush over to..."

Behind him, Araki Sosuke naturally noticed the anomaly in the air, and his paddling movements were even harder...

"Crack."

The sound of wood cracking sounded behind Fujiwara Takumi.

"Idiot, the oars were cut by you, how can you rush!"

Because of excessive force, the horizontal oar in the hands of Araki Sosuke split into two.

"Who said that it can't be used if it is broken?"

I saw Sosuke Araki's forearm muscles skyrocketed, and the half of the oar held by both hands disappeared instantly...

"Uh..."

Sitting on the bow of the ship, Fujiwara Takumi, who was about to become an archery target, was thrown to the bottom of the ship with a sudden increase in pushing his back.

"It's over, sing a little tune, now I'm going to be shot into a fishing net..."

Lying on the speeding boat, watching the arrow plummeting from the air with a hook on its tail, he ignored the severe pain in the back of his head, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

Numerous brilliant "sixteen-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum patterns" spread out from his body, dyeing the entire boat and the nearby lake golden.

"Boom...boom...boom...boom..."

In his ears, there was a continuous sound of arrows bursting through the air and shooting into the hull of the ship.

"Death to death, death to death...Huh?"

After a long while, holding Fujiwara Takumi, who turned into a hedgehog and closed his eyes to death, still did not feel the pain of waiting for an arrow to enter his body.

The hull stopped abruptly, seeming to hit something.

"This guest, the ship is docked, do you want to continue to sleep?"

Behind him, Araki Sosuke's words made Fujiwara Takumi opened his eyes in disbelief...

"I'm actually still alive..."

Into the goal, is the gloomy sky slowly falling wind and snow.

At this moment, on the wooden boat where he was lying, at least dozens of primitive arrows made of some kind of animal teeth were densely inserted.

And those arrows were all sticking to his side, and submerged into the hull next to him by a small margin, drawing a circle of "Tai" shape...

"This is Benten Island?"

Cautiously turning over from the arrow cluster, what appeared in front of Fujiwara Takumi was an island in the middle of the lake wrapped in white snow.

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