I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Why... Obviously, as long as you hide on the island and be your'tortoise with head shrunk' like this for more than a hundred years, you can be safe and sound..."

The visitor grabbed Mijiro by the collar and seemed to want to lift him...

"Why... but you want to run out at this time, and sacrifice your own people in order to save these tribesmen?!"

However, because of her weakness, she was led to kneel to the ground together.

"Sangoro? You lost weight..."

Looking at the man in front of him, he was taken aback to distinguish Mijiro, and then he smiled kindly: "I found the art you want?"

Sangoro, who had been slumped in the back of the bus, broke through the seal of "male high school student no socks" and followed him.

"Art...All this before your eyes is my art!"

Faced with this sudden question, Sangoro was stunned for a second, and then he laughed: "Wait until Hokkaido is completely transformed into an'inhumane land' in this heavy snow, we Utali will become stronger Under the protection of the bear spirit, he regained his master’s posture and lived on this land."

"Sangoro, do you know..."

With the "sacred stick" in his hand, he tapped to discern Sangoro's head, interrupted the opponent's crazy words, discerned Mijiro, and shook his head slightly: "Why are you and I, who are in the blood of Utari, not here? In the heavy snow, do you become monsters like other tribesmen?"

"Then, that's because I'm already a'favored one'... But you, how are you..."

Looking at the old man who had no demonizing features in front of him and was several decades older than I remembered, a blood shed on his forehead to distinguish Sangoro, and he was speechless for a while.

"Do you know why the patriarchs of the past generations are all served by our line who is good at communicating with Xiong Ling but not good at demonizing?"

Floating into the deep wind and snow, he distinguished Jijirou and continued to mutter: "Because the patriarch's duty is to become the last rein of the tribe when they can't control the wildness in the blood. This duty is nothing but a trace. Only with the blood of monsters can we be competent..."

"There is no trace of the blood of a monster... You, what are you talking about... As the patriarch of the Utari clan, how could you..."

Hearing this sentence, he distinguished Sangoro from being struck by thunder and stood still.

"Because, the original Utari was an ordinary human indifferent to the He clan... After successive defeats in the battle, we merged into the blood of other monsters according to the will of the gods..."

A self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of the Ainu patriarch's mouth: "Unfortunately, the powerful blood of the monster is not without a price..."

"We were self-proclaimed and difficult to multiply, but we eventually lost to the ever-growing He clan."

"what?!"

Hearing these words, it was extremely complicated to distinguish Sangoro's mood at the moment.

It is like a black man who has fought on the anti-racism front for decades, but was told by the genetic test report that he was actually a white man who had been skinned after he was born.

"Wait, old man...wake up...can't sleep..."

After regaining consciousness, Sangoro noticed that the faint aura of the old man in his arms began to become almost imperceptible...

"Quick, save him!!! Just like you did to me before!!!"

He turned his head to the side Fujiwara Takumi and Araki Sosuke and shouted loudly: "Don't you want to know what happened... As long as you save him, I will tell you everything!"

"But, when I just used the'Kizmum Ray', the patriarch was also within range..."

Fujiwara Takumi scratched his head and once again assumed the second and awkward posture: "Don't care, try again."

"No, you don't have to work in vain. I am, my vitality is overdrawn, my life is approaching..."

Jikai Zimujiro shook his head and grasped Sangoro's hand strenuously: "Remember, Sangoro... the struggle between us and the clan originates from the conflict of beliefs and is a matter between people... "

"If you turn this land into a ghost, it is tantamount to destroying your own origin."

A dazzling green light burst into his eyes, like a beast in the night: "Even if you can survive by chance, there are only monster beasts that graze and drink blood, not Utari."

"Xiong Ling... is calling me... I want to go back to the Kingdom of God..."

In the next second, the green light faded quickly and turned into a lifeless gray: "It's great to see you back in the end...Sangoro, the reins are handed over to you, you have to take care of the people."

"No... not now... I finally managed to..."

Distinguishing the old man who sangoro was shaking his arms and closing his eyes peacefully and fell asleep in a daze, he couldn't wake him up.

"This, this is not the result I want..."

He burst into tears, crying up to the sky in the black snow like a wounded beast: "Papa!!!"

"I...want to eat salted fish from Lake Toya..."

The dilapidated holy stick had been squeezed into his hand at some unknown time.

"Sorrow and change, distinguish the patriarch, and have already returned to Xiong Ling's side."

Seeing a ray of green light that self-discriminates Mijiro's Tianling Gai gushing out towards the dark night sky, Sosuke Araki smiled with relief.

Since the world in his left eye was turned upside down and he became a spirit remover, the boundary between life and death has become increasingly blurred and disorderly for him.

Some people are alive, he is already dead.

Some people are dead, but he is still alive.

Some people, somewhere in between, jump left and right.

"Zongsuke, what should this guy do... he should still be considered a current criminal in urgent need of detention?"

Seeing Sangoro, who was holding the corpse and crying with a low headache, distinguished Sangoro, Fujiwara Takukai looked at Sosuke Araki with a complex expression.

He almost died in the hands of this cultist, and he knew exactly how dangerous this person was.

Although it seems that Sangoro has lost the power of a ghost due to a serious injury at the moment, no one can guarantee that one day he will recover because the author's inspiration has dried up, and a new conspiracy will be brewing.

"Let’s go back to the camp first. The top priority is to bring everyone back to Hakodate safely..."

Araki Sosuke, who is also an "current criminal in urgent need of detention," scratched his head, and couldn't think of a better way for a while.

"I advise you not to return to Hakodate. There, now it is the most dangerous place in Hokkaido... Taking these people back is tantamount to seeking your own death..."

Discerning Sangoro in silence, he turned his back to the two and spoke.

"Your only way to survive right now is to return to the island immediately before the Qinghan Tunnel is blocked."

"Don't say it like a kind reminder, isn't all this thanks to you?!"

Hearing the cold tone of the other party, Fujiwara Takumi stopped screaming: "Let's talk about it, what the hell did you do in Hokkaido?!"

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