I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"A Ju is most afraid of the dark, and I definitely don't want to be buried alone in the dark and cold Chaishan!"

Lying on the edge of the straw mat, guarding the petite body in it all night, the tearful face of the teenager was full of reluctance and pity: "No, I have decided, you will stay at home..."

"With your favorite doll and everyone...just the same as before!"

"Since it's the same as before...Why does Yongji still cry so sad? 』

The days of "same as before" are not too long.

Injuries, wars, hunger, disasters, accidents, ghosts, wraiths...

In the world where A Ju left before he could understand, there will always be too many things of this kind that can make the warm faces in front of the Buddhist altar disappear one by one.

"Aju, the hair of your doll is getting longer again. You must be possessed on it, right? It's great, let me comb you well..."

"Aju, I heard that there are wars all over the world. The lunatics of the military are conscripting everywhere. They have already posted the conscription order on their homes last night."

"Aju, they said, if I don't go to Sakhalin to serve, I will kill the people in the village."

The huge family, unconsciously, only the original teenagers were left in front of the Buddhist altars day and night and told about "new things".

"But as soon as I leave, there is no one in this house, and there is no way to take you with me... What should I do if a thief comes in?"

"Aju, are you finally separated from Yongji? 』

Looking at Brother Yongji's face that has been weakened by the vicissitudes of life, but with a smile that is always warm as ever, A Ju, who is in a muddle-headed puppet, feels the long-lost "pain" in his "heart" for the first time.

"Aju, I have already agreed with the host of Wannian Temple, you are safe here..."

"Moreover, with your favorite doll with you, you will neither be lonely nor be afraid of a thief coming in."

Wannian Temple, before the Buddhist niche, after a gentle bow, the bald-headed brother Yongji bowed his head and turned away step by step.

"You have to be obedient and wait until your brother comes back to pick you up."

"Aju, I will wait for Brother Yongji to come back, no matter how long..."

This difference is seven years.

"Aju, my brother is back, and he bought you a new kimono..."

"However, the host said, in your current state, it would be better to continue to stay in Wannian Temple...Anyway, the house at home has collapsed for too long and you can't live now..."

Returning to the temple is Yongji who has gone through hardships and is far more vicissitudes of life than his actual age.

"Don't worry, my brother won't go to the military service anymore, he will come to see you every day."

"Welcome back, Yongji brother..."

Looking at this familiar face, the doll's small stiff and cold ceramic face on the Buddhist niche, the corners of his mouth arched slightly, as if smiling happily.

"In the past seven years, A Ju has been very good... Not only did she learn to take care of herself, she also took care of many children like A Ju!" 』

The days with Yongji's company are much warmer than before.

Although Aju couldn't make an expression, and couldn't "say" a word, she seemed to be back to "before".

However, just like the "but" that always appears, happy times are always short.

"A Ju, the doctor said, it's not a few days since I am in this body... If I leave, you have to listen to the host... Even if someone who doesn't understand is afraid of you, you don't need to mind too much."

"Look, there are so many believers who come to worship A Ju, entrusting your most precious child to take care of him... A Ju is no longer a little girl, you are now a big man that everyone can trust..."

"You must bless everyone who believes in you and loves you."

That day, Yongji's old face disappeared in the wind and snow, and never seen again.

A Ju's only regret was that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't smile at her, and said "Thank you" and "Good trip" in person.

"Ms. Aju, as long as you recite the Buddha devoutly, one day, you will be blessed by the Buddha to ferry you to the other side and reunite with your brother."

Accompanied by A Ju, only the old old host, old host and old host who sit in front of the Buddha's niche every day, chant scriptures and worship the Buddha, are getting old and disappearing.

...

"No, A Ju can't fall here... A Ju promised Brother Yongji... A Ju said with a stubborn expression."

At the head of the bridge to the south of Goryokaku, Aju's human-shaped stumps slowly wriggled, trying to piece them together.

"Aju, cheer up..."

"Don't want to bully Aju!"

The black hair and incomplete puppets all around gathered in the surroundings strenuously, trying their best to protect her.

"It seems that the doll you possessed is unexpectedly fragile... It's obviously a little girl who hasn't worked with anyone before, so why bother to be an enemy of me..."

Looking at the dilapidated puppet ghosts and gods in front of him, Mr. Okita sighed amidst the rain of bullets. Kaga Kiyomitsu in his hand split into two, and he cut out with a sword without mercy!

"It's over, little girl Aju!"

"Brother Yongji, these years, A Ju has been alone...so lonely...A Ju, miss you so much..."

Seeing the light of the sword that struck through everything in front of him, like an electric light, a line of blood and tears dripped on the small white ceramic face of A Ju's figure.

"A Ju has always listened to you... Protecting everyone to the end... A Ju said with a relieved expression."

"Boom boom boom boom!"

At the same time, a harsh sound wave rang from the side of the moat...

"Whee."

Hearing this voice, the faint power of ghosts and gods in Aju's human form vibrated.

"A Ju doesn't know how to fight or understand your world... But A Ju knows that obedient children will be blessed by the Buddha... A Ju prayed with a pious expression."

"This is……"

Everyone followed the sound and saw a black and white heavy locomotive flying into the air like a cheetah, crossing the moat, and rushing toward the arch bridge violently...

A vigorous figure sprang from the back of the locomotive in mid-air, leaping towards the head of Sochi Okita and Aju's figures!

"Oh, another one to die?"

Glancing at the figure in the air, Mr. Okita smiled slightly, and Kaga Kiyomitsu continued to hand out the figure of Aju, who was gradually recovering.

Like the dozens of trash on the bridge, he couldn't sense the slightest "power" from the figure in the air.

"However, you have to line up."

As long as you cut off the annoying doll in front of you, no one can stop you from moving forward!

"Um?!"

For some reason, the smile on the corner of Mr. Okita's mouth suddenly solidified.

"wrong……"

It seemed that he had been stimulated, his figure twisted back against the laws of physics, flew back tens of meters, and returned to the city gate...

"Snapped."

At the same time, the figure in mid-air had fallen in front of Aju's figure, where Chief Okita was originally standing.

"Oh, a big man, bullying a little girl with a knife, isn't he ashamed?"

A black-haired man wearing a cold-proof suit, a blindfold hanging diagonally from his forehead, and a wooden knife in one hand, straddled the bridge in a "Slavic squat" posture.

The wooden knife in his hand sank straight into the stone bridge deck at some point, bringing out a large crack!

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