I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"I'm here, what are you thinking..."

"Looking" blankly at the massive amount of ghosts in the inspiration, Xiao Niao Youmao suddenly lowered the hand holding the bow, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Because, in front of her, stretching out from Araki-sensei's broad back, those two huge arms that are more terrifying than ghosts are so reassuring.

After "bombing" Chi Manqi, the pair of arms burning with scriptures did not show any intention of "stopping".

Instead, he moved eagerly behind Sosuke Araki, posing various powerful poses, as if he was showing a muscular bodybuilder to the judges.

It seems that this environment full of resentment and ghosts makes "it" full of vitality and excitement.

"……coming."

Seeing the torrent of dense ghosts getting closer, the pair of huge arms clasped their hands together fiercely, and their broad palms slammed together.

Under this seemingly powerful but silent clapping of hands, the lava-like runes on the arms turned into black flames, spreading out in circles around them.

The closest bird, Yu Masumi, seemed to hear a "buzz" in his ears.

There seemed to be thousands of chanting sounds in her ears at the same time, and they merged into one sound, and then disappeared.

"This is... Sanskrit?"

In her mind, for some reason, a strange picture appeared...

In the boundless darkness, surrounded by resentment, Sousuke Araki, who was undressed, was sitting in it with his eyes closed and chanting sutras.

When she blushed and frantically threw the indescribable image out of her head, focusing on the ghost in front of her...

The black torrent that the ghost turned into had not had time to get close to the 20 meters above the two of them, and it had already collided with the circle of black flames...

Like a meteor rubbing against the atmosphere, the black torrent started from the place where the black flames intersected, and gradually changed from black to white, scattering crystal light spots...

If you look carefully, you can see that the ferocious ghosts in the torrent, under the impact of the black flame, their whole bodies glow with white light, and they folded their hands together and scattered all over the ground.

"Good... so strong..."

Except for this sentence, Xiaotiao Youmao couldn't find any adjectives.

For the first time in her life, seeing such a large number of ghosts becoming Buddhas right in front of her eyes, she couldn't help but feel dazed, as if in a dream.

A Buddhist scripture that she heard at some time slowly came to her mind.

All sentient beings are the wisdom and virtue of the Tathagata, but they cannot be proved because of delusion and persistence.

At this moment, the obsession disappeared and he became a Buddha immediately.

Sure enough, with Mr. Araki around, I don't need to worry about removing spirits at all...

Concentrating on his thoughts, Masumi Kotori concentrated on continuing to cast spells, and new torii gates appeared on the road behind the bicycle again.

For her who grew up in a shrine since she was a child, removing spirits has nothing to do with things like "struggle" and "handsome". It's more like funerals and prayers for the dead.

In the "big sacrifice" in front of her, she only needs to do what she can.

As the torrent above his head turned into stars and dissipated into the night, the two giant black arms behind Sosuke Araki, like "retiring after a successful career", poured back into his body with resentment.

Under the effect of that bottle of "oolong tea", Araki Sousuke entered a hazy, hazy state, seemingly drunk but not drunk.

This feeling is like being eighty percent drunk, the body and consciousness become dull to what is happening around you, but the heart is still sober, and you can walk home steadily.

Riding in a city where you can't see your fingers and the moonlight can't be reflected, the surrounding sounds, the pictures in front of you, and his reactions all become extremely slow, but your inner intuition becomes unexpectedly sharp, guiding him to move forward. direction.

"Hi'er... so many cars are stuck in the road in a mess, you can't run at all, okay... it's all because of the masked 'Galaxy Cosmos Alliance'..."

Scratching his head and complaining, Sousuke Araki, who just buried his head in his bike and didn't know what happened, continued to steer his dilapidated bike through the broken-down traffic like a nimble fish.

At this moment, he misses his "Samurai of the Warring States Period" that can easily jump over the green belt and crush all kinds of roadblocks on the sidewalk.

The red bicycle continues to break through the black mist, draws a trajectory that the relatives do not recognize, and derives a series of vermilion torii gates on Showa Avenue, heading towards the Kuramae apartment...

On the sidewalks on both sides of the traffic flow, white figures folded their hands and waited for the bicycles to pass by with smiles on their faces.

...

Skytree Tower is 450 meters away, Tianwang Corridor.

"It has appeared, it has appeared, the primordial ghost from hell, the power of this spray is simply OO than XX!!!"

Looking through the binoculars at the gate of hell that was completely open in the night sky not far away, and the black figure gushing out of the gate like a flood, breaking the golden Buddha's light, Tsukage Chikusa let out a crazy laugh.

"Uh ha ha ha, you rulers, I see how you have to hide it now..."

Since I got that laptop computer, I have been immersing myself in "creating" in that rental room day and night, and at the same time earning my living by drawing R18 books...

Isn't it just for this moment of heartyness to suffer all these years?

"Mom, have you seen this... This dirty world will collapse bit by bit in my hands..."

Along with the wild laughter, big drops of tears splashed on the transparent glass floor, blooming together with the thoughts.

...

Five years ago, Kyoto Prefecture, Uji City.

"Mom, I'm back."

Taking advantage of the summer vacation, Tsukage Chikusa deliberately did not participate in the school's study trip, and chose to return to her home in Uji City to accompany her mother who was in poor health.

Born in a single-parent family and growing up in this ancient capital adjacent to Kyoto and famous for its matcha tea, Tsukage Chikusa has a very good relationship with her dependent mother.

As for a certain father whom he had never met, he never left a single trace in his life.

"Qianguo...you...back...come..."

Inside the dark entrance, came the mother's slow and deep voice.

"Mom? Are you sick?"

Looking at the room with no lights on, and the faint stench coming from the room, Tsukage Chikusa frowned.

"Why don't you turn on the lights... Is there a power outage?"

His mother's familiar but unusually slow tone, as well as the unresponsive corridor switch, were like an invisible big hand, slowly stroking his heart.

"Qianguo...Mom...Mom...already...made dinner..."

When he put on his slippers and walked into the living room with his suitcase...

What welcomed him back was a scene he would never forget.

In the dim dining room, the table was filled with "too rich" meals, which made him cover his mouth in excitement.

"...Come on...let's eat together."

The mother's head, like the main dish, was placed dignifiedly on a plate in the center of the blood-soaked dining table.

On the surrounding dinner plates, other parts of her body were regularly placed.

"Hurry up...wash your hands...come and eat..."

With the usual smile, the head waved the arm on the plate next door, beckoning him to "eat".

Several dark figures were sitting motionless at the dining table with their heads bowed, as if they were guests waiting for the host to take their seats before they could "eat a feast".