I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Which one? Let me think about..."

Looking at Kondo, who was sore and blurred in his hands, Mochizuki, whose half of his face and body were turned into black, smiled grimly: "Oh, by the way...I am neither of them."

In the next second, red ghost lines emerged from under his skin, covering his right body.

"I am a person who wants to be a ghost in order to protect important things!"

At this moment, with his eyebrows as the center line, scarlet and burnt black each occupy half, he is like a ghost king who chooses people and eats people on the big rivers and mountains!

The gray flames on the body surface and the pervasive breath of "God drunk ghost poisoned wine" gathered around his dark right arm and turned into a whirlwind...

"Snapped."

A ray of sparks suddenly flashed on his rubbing fingertips.

"Peng!"

The grey flames representing the "power of the great rivers and mountains" instantly detonated the breath of the "sacred feces, ghosts and poisonous wine" like leaked natural gas, turning them into red flames soaring to the sky!

"This combination of Shuden and Ibaraki's power was originally prepared to deal with a certain guy, but it has never been used since Hokkaido..."

"Just use this trick to represent my respect to Your Excellency!"

Kondo, who was caught by the ghost hands, and the power of the ghosts and gods on his body, fell into this high-frequency burst of red flames.

The Power of the Great River and Mountain·Twelfth Floor·The Great Flame Rise!

"Pongpongpongpongpongpeng!"

In an instant, in Mochizuki's hands that exploded countless flames, there was only one withered bone that was burned to black!

"It's just a mere ghost and god..."

Raising his hand to lift the black skeleton in his hand into fly ash, Mochizuki strode onto the arch bridge leading to Goryokaku Castle...

"Oh? These resentful spirits are parasitic in the battle, so can they come back?"

The resentful spirit warrior who was swarming up under the cherry blossom trees all around was directly annihilated by the red flames spreading over him.

"Sosuke Araki, Takumi Fujiwara...this time, the winner is..."

Even the black hair and puppets nearby have moved away from Mochizuki Che as if they were trying to avoid disadvantages, as if he were the evil spirit running through the castle of Goryokaku.

"……Um?"

Before he finished speaking, a burly figure slowly appeared from the gate across the bridge...

"So, are you as troublesome as them?"

The blue veins on his forehead exploded, and Mochizuki shook Chi Yan's lingering left arm again...

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie, Mochizuki Che, right... It seems that we are the same kind of people..."

At the same time, that figure burst out from the gate like lightning, and with a punch from Chi Yan Burning his body, he fiercely inserted the short knife in his hand into Mochizuki's abdomen!

"Only by turning into a ‘ghost’ who cares about life and death, can we protect what we think is important!"

The person here is the ghost and god who just turned to ashes in his hands, Isamu Kondo!

...

Just as Mochizuki Che and Yu Kondo were fighting at the gate on the northwest side of Goryokaku, at the gate on the northeast side not far away, Fujiwara Takumi, who was covered in golden rays, was also caught in the shadow of the sword.

A wraith warrior with a dark body, like a tide, launched a charge at him from all directions.

But whether it was a sharp, matt blade or a bullet that passed through the wind and snow, when approaching Fujiwara Takumi's body, they all moved to the sides as if they had encountered a piece of soap that could never be picked up.

But in this area, the black hair and dolls who fought with these wraith warriors, after he arrived, all quietly dispersed like a low tide.

"Almost enough, is it annoying..."

Facing the dense and dazzling attacks in front of him, Fujiwara Takumi stepped forward, raised his arms, and slammed forward like a hole...

"Takumi Photon Skate V1!"

Under his distorted and exaggerated posture, a dazzling beam of light sprang from the top of his head like a flexible long whip and swept forward in an "S" shape!

"I will save Hokkaido, the power of the gods exists for this purpose!"

In the sound of the lines that do not know what shame, the "super-large stupid beam of light" connected to the top of Fujiwara Takumi's head passed by, the dense group of resentful spirit warriors were all turned into ashes and scattered in the air.

The square array, which was originally black and black, was "cleared" and a large area of ​​"blank" was immediately "cleared".

"The real strong man should have a slight smile in the battle!"

Although it seems to "eliminate spirits like cutting grass", Fujiwara Takumi's expression is not at all slack. He still maintains a gymnastic posture of an inexplicable ghost, shaking his head more and more skillfully, and is constantly annihilating with that "stupid light". The black torrent in front of me.

Because he knew that as long as he stopped for a second, the blank in front of him would be filled with the black figure that recondensed under the cherry tree and continuously poured out.

"Are you not going to make a move? Then continue to test..."

Ignoring the endless army of resentful warriors in front of him, Fujiwara Takumi's gaze stayed on the arch bridge behind...

A weird man wearing a scarlet cloak and a black motorcycle helmet stands tall like a mountain.

Although he has never taken a shot from start to finish, the deep power of the ghost and god on the opponent's body cannot be faked.

Facing the "heavy casualties" of his subordinates, the man kept his red cloak up behind him, and a huge "sincerity" was hunting in the wind...

"At the age of three in Xia Tufang... the Deputy Chief of the Xinseng Team and the Army of the Ezo Republic pursued and..."

He has seen too many scenes of his subordinates falling down like mowing in front of him.

Because, he is the "Vice Chief of Shinsengumi Demon" who created all of Goryokaku Castle in one hand, and he is three years old.

Following the movements of the earthwork at the age of three, more and more black figures broke out under the surrounding cherry blossom trees, drew out a single-shot iron gun and a dark long knife in his hand, and launched a suicidal attack on Fujiwara Takumi.

"Dare to ask this priest, which shrine comes from?"

Staring at the "sixteen-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" blooming on the young man dressed as a priest facing the bridge, the three-year-old Mufang frowned slightly.

"Choose one of the three city gates, did you win the SSR Turk third? My luck is really good..."

"However, what is going on with this cross-age motorcycle helmet... Is it some unknown trend in the Edo period?" 』

Glancing at the ghosts and gods on the bridge with fear, Fujiwara Takumi pretended to answer the other party's question seriously: "I am from Shimo, Meiji Jingu..."

At the same time, perhaps he is not satisfied with the efficiency of removing the spirit of the "dull hairy light" on the top of his head. He is like doing radio gymnastics, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, left and right stretched, and raised together...

"Takumi Palt Lightbulb!"

Before he finished his words, he gathered energy with both hands on his left waist, and his right arm pushed out a giant arrow of golden light from the level of his chest...

This huge arrow smashed the wraiths where it passed, and slammed into the earthwork on the arch bridge, exploding an exaggerated chrysanthemum wave shock wave!

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