I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Roar!!!!"

In the next second, the Ainu man who was beaten on the head slammed on all fours and let out a roar like a beast from the sky.

"Cuckoo!!!!"

"Hahaha……"

Amidst the roars of different tones, their bodies swelled up like bears, some became thin like wolves, and some even had eyes widened and turned into owl-like vertical pupils...

"Woohoo!!!"

"Wow..."

"Meow."

Various animal characteristics such as animal ears, canine teeth, sharp claws, long tail, and scales began to appear in them.

This appearance is generally the same as when the City Helper prayed for "Bear Spirit Asylum" before.

"After all, the tribesmen who can be favored by the bear spirit like the city help are few, but the totem engraved on the holy stick can inspire the power of blood beyond their control."

"Hey, although it sounds reasonable, but there is no need to knock so hard, you see that person is bleeding! 』

"Knocked his head," said Mijiro, who turned his head back to explain to the dumbfounded Sosuke Araki and Takumi Fujiwara.

"Shoo... here... roar!"

One of the men, twitching his nose like a dog, suddenly slammed into the snow in front of him with a violent claw...

"Crack."

A doll wearing a blood-red kimono jumped out of the snow pit like a ghost, but still evaded it, breaking into several pieces under this claw.

The blood that didn't know where it came from, then bloomed on the snow.

"Uh!"

A smear of blood appeared on the man's arm in hindsight.

This doll actually used sharp hands and feet to break the heavy bear skin on his body at the moment it was crushed.

"Whee."

The innocent and innocent chuckle of the young girl came from the inside of the doll, like a silver bell that rang suddenly.

Even though it was broken into several pieces, the doll still stared at the people in front of him with a broken face that was smiling but not smiling.

"This puppet, even if it looks so shabby, and knows how to hide in the snow and attack, it's really terrible!"

Looking at the doll that finally stopped moving, Fujiwara Takumi subconsciously wrapped it in winter clothes.

"Hidden in this figure seems to be a resentful spirit..."

Sosuke Araki took off his sunglasses, opened his blindfold, and looked intently at the broken doll, but he saw nothing except the dense small palm prints on the body.

At the moment when the doll was broken, he clearly saw that a petite and pale face flashed and disappeared in it.

"Xiong Ling told me...more evil creatures are gathering here..."

Looking around the silver-covered forest in the distance, he discerned Mijiro and shivered like a flagpole that was crumbling in the wind.

"Whee."

A silver bell-like chuckling, mixed in the howling wind and snow, faintly enters my ears.

"Ha ha……"

It seems that a group of lively and lovely children are playing noisily in the forest.

But this innocent laughter sounded at this moment, but it made the scalp numb more than the snow falling from the top of the head.

"My doll is a good doll, with bright eyes and white skin."

The melodious and soothing children's voice hummed a clear and flawless ballad.

"You, look, the one over there is... the March figure?!"

A tiny "black spot" came out of the forest and appeared in the sharp-eyed Fujiwara Takumi's sight.

It was a girl doll wearing a black kimono with a pink petal belt and long black hair dragged to the ground.

She walked stiffly and sluggishly on the snow. Because of the fewer joints than humans, her movements were extremely distorted.

The exquisite and rigid features on that pale face and the smiley expressions made people shudder.

"The round face is like Sweeping Lady, swaying in the wind."

Black, white, red, yellow, pink...

After she appeared, one bright and tender figure, one after another, appeared in the eyes of everyone from under the snow and among the woods.

"My doll is a good doll. Even if it has its head severed, its clear eyes still reflect the blue sky."

More and more girls’ singing voices converged, turning the chanting songs into pleasant harmony.

I don't know when, on the snowy field centered on this village, the mountains and plains are densely covered with "March Moon figures" of different colors and sizes, but also with exquisite kimonos and stiff faces.

Stunned by this weird scene that looked like a "great reward in the form of a spirit," even the men of the Ainu tribe, whose eyes were full of tyrannical fierceness and in a state of "beastization", did not dare to act rashly for a while.

"Bold evil, dare to blaspheme the land of the bear spirit, accept sanctions!"

The tall and thin distinguished Mijiro was the first to recover, roaring and inserting the "sacred stick" in his hand into the ground, a giant bear made up of faint green light appeared from the sky, moving towards the black one that was walking in the forefront. The robe doll opened its mouth and bit down!

"The raging bear that bites is not a good raging bear... A Ju said with a contemptuous expression."

Slightly mute, yet immature and innocent, came out of the black doll.

A grayish breath rose from her body, directly smashing the faint green bear head.

"Ghosts, ghosts?! Zongsuke, we..."

Seeing this scene, Fujiwara Takumi fell silent.

Like the Chongdeyuan that nearly killed him that day, the black "March Moon" that was less than 30 centimeters in size was a real, more majestic ghost and god power!

"puff!!!"

A smear of blood spewed out from Mijiro's mouth, dyeing his gray beard red.

"Holy stick... unexpectedly..."

Cracks appeared on the surface of the long stick in his hand.

"Patriarch!"

Seeing that the patriarch suffered, the more than a dozen men suddenly yelled to the sky and took the initiative to attack the densely packed puppets around them.

"Only Utali who is standing dead, and Ainu who is not kneeling alive! Sleeping bear spirit, please shelter us..."

Distinguishing Jirou and inserting the holy club into the snowy ground, dozens of life-like “bear spirits” gathered by green light suddenly appeared and joined the battle.

"My doll is a good doll."

In the immature, pure, and cold-hearted nursery rhymes, the petite dolls all over the mountains, the angry beast-like men, and the green and transparent bear spirits, like a torrent of colors converging into the sea, merge together in an instant.

"Little mouse, loves tricks, even if you ignore her, she still tilts her head."

These dolls seem to be petite and fragile, but they have speed and sharp bodies that are close to the limit of human vision capture.

The ballads humming in unison also carried a fascinating magic.

Wherever they pass, there will always be bloodstains on the Ainu people.

Even the bear spirits that had no physical body were cut into distorted bodies and rippling blue waves.

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