I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Oh? Has it become a monster that can't communicate?"

With the slight force of Araki Sosuke's arm, the thick and sharp blade with a diameter of half a meter and a length of more than ten meters was shattered!

"In that case, let me smash your vain killing intent, and speak well."

A little white fluorescence, along the broken arm, eroded towards the gray giant in the field...

"Woo?!"

As if perceiving the terrifying power contained in the fluorescent light, the "ghost of the battlefield" bowed his head and tore off his left arm, wailed and raised the barrel-shaped right arm, and shot a thick, rapidly rotating gray cannonball... …

"boom!!!"

That huge truck-like shell, even the trajectory of its shooting was directly omitted, swallowing Araki Sosuke's figure like a teleport.

This is the winning artillery that can only carry out the faith by taking off the weaving feather, discarding the sword, and taking up the guns!

A large amount of chill rose from the place where the shells burst, and even the surrounding grievances were frozen into black ice crystals...

On the ground in the center of Goryokaku, a super huge black smooth shallow hole with a diameter of ten meters appeared...

However, Araki Sosuke, who was originally located there, was nowhere to be found.

"Kacha...Kacha..."

Under the crotch of the "Ghost of the Battlefield", the sound of flint rubbing suddenly came out.

"Well, the weather is so cold by you that you can't even smoke cigarettes."

It was Sosuke Araki, who had a cigarette in his mouth but couldn't ignite it with a windproof lighter who didn't know when he appeared there.

"Crack."

Due to excessive force, the copycat Zippo lighter in his hand was instantly broken into parts.

"It's just like trying to smoke in this snowy day..."

At this moment, as the distance gets closer, not only the grievances within Goryokaku, but the viscous gray liquid that constitutes the body of the "Ghost of the Battlefield" is also beginning to surge towards him...

"The result of reluctance is that the smoke is extinguished, and another lighter has to be lost."

As if muttering to himself, and chatting with others, Araki Sosuke caught the frozen popsicle cigarette behind his ear without raising his head, and took a deep breath.

"The air is good..."

Under the constant flow of grievances and gray mucus in the city, a sense of transparency that is physically and mentally unimpeded, like an arm, fills his body, giving him the illusion of "you can do it if you want to do it"...

"Well!!!!!"

Feeling the fatal threat of declining power, the "Ghost of the Battlefield" roared at him, and once again raised the "big cannon" with his right hand...

However, in the next second, Araki Sosuke's figure disappeared again in the black flames and space shattering.

"Oh, it seems, it's not an illusion..."

In the direction of the back of the head of the "Ghost of the Battlefield", Sousuke Araki's voice suddenly sounded.

"It seems that in this kind of ‘good air’ place, even those ‘live pigs’ seem to have become a little more obedient?"

I don't know when, his whole person has been in the air, staring at each other's huge pair of blood pupils without any hesitation...

"Well!!!!"

Frightened by "turning back to kill", the "ghost of the battlefield" had only two eyes on the face, suddenly cracked a huge mouth full of fine teeth like a shark, bursting with the killing intent to freeze everything, and biting at the front of Araki Sosuke. Down!

"Click..."

Where the sharp teeth bite, there is only the remnant firelight and broken void.

"Tsk tusk tusk, it's not a good habit to bite as soon as you meet."

Araki Sosuke's voice came from above the head of "the ghost of the battlefield" like a ghost.

"By the way, someone, ask me to bring you a word..."

The "ghost on the battlefield" had not had time to react, so Araki Sosuke, who fell rapidly from a high altitude, stretched out his arm first...

"He said... Mr. Earthwork..."

At the same time, a thick black arm with fiery flames simultaneously protruded and wrapped around his arm...

"Our war is over..."

From a distance, it was as if Araki Sosuke's arm suddenly swelled tenfold!

"The cherry blossoms in Tama have bloomed for more than 150 rounds, and I can retire long ago to open a medicine shop!!!"

The raging black arm ruthlessly and rudely pinched the "Ghost of the Battlefield" Tianling Gai!

"Click!!!"

In the crisp sound of cracking, the smooth and round skull of the "Ghost of the Battlefield" broke apart like instant noodles in the terrifying black palm that burst into the ground and burst into flames that day...

Starting from the fragmented head, the gray giant of the "Ghost of the Battlefield", like a wax statue hit by a high-temperature hammer, quickly collapsed toward the ground.

Amidst the gray and filthy sky, a figure wearing a motorcycle helmet was vaguely visible. Araki Sosuke pressed his head and slammed straight into the ground!

"Damn it, what's going on inside?!"

"It's too dark to see!"

Outside the city gate, Fujiwara Takukai and Mochizuki, who were bombarding the barrier with a cold killing intent and frantically bombarded the barrier, heard the violent movement inside, and immediately accelerated their actions.

"Crackling..."

Without waiting for their reaction, the black barrier surrounding the entire Goryokaku straight to the sky shattered like a mirror without warning!

"Uh!"

The two of them who didn't notice it for a while, they used too much force, just like this from the empty city gate, and with a frightened expression, they squatted on the ground in the posture of "face landing".

At the center of Goryokaku, in the dusty clearing, there was a slime-like gray slime...

With the rapid shrinkage of the gray mucus, a huge crater with a diameter of about ten meters and full of cracks was exposed.

"Araki..."

"Zongsuke?"

At the center of the pothole, Araki Sosuke, naked and dazzling with rune fire all over, was kneeling on the ground on one knee.

"Really? The war... has ended long ago..."

Under him, there was Shuishan wearing a blue and white weaving feather lying feebly.

"So, Asheng, Soujirou, and everyone... all came back just to cater to my waywardness..."

And Sosuke Araki's sturdy palm still pressed strongly on his head, on the smooth and round black motorcycle helmet.

"It turns out that from beginning to end, I didn't want to end... I was the only one..."

Ignoring Sosuke Araki, who looked like an evil spirit in front of him, Mufang Suishan's clear eyes passed through the sky, and he didn't know where he was drifting towards...

"Because, as long as I'm over... Shinsengumi will be true, disbanded..."

"No, Shinsengumi will not be disbanded...because of you, it has long been a legend!"

"Especially in the various novels, comics, animations, games, and movies of R18 Rotten Girl..."

Araki Sosuke, with white mist rising all over, withdrew his hand and slowly got up.

"Legend? It sounds good... but to be able to walk with people who can no longer stand shoulder to shoulder, I am willing to transform into a ghost today, rather than being a legend!"

After savoring the word, Tufang Suisan smiled happily, and looked at Sousuke Araki deeply: "What if you change to be a nobleman?"

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