I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Hmph, has someone made a move? The background of Yinyang Liao is really unfathomable."

Near the Kuramae apartment, Jiro Kotomine, who was suspended in the air with his wings flapping, looked at the invisible barrier blooming like chrysanthemums in the distance, showing horror in his eyes.

"Since the influence of the Gate of Hell cannot be expanded, let's solve the immediate trouble first..."

He lowered his head slightly and looked not far from his feet.

"As long as we can ensure the existence of the gate of hell without a solution, after dawn, the flower of evil will naturally open up all over the hearts of the people..."

There, a locomotive can be vaguely seen roaring in resentment, quickly lighting up the lights along Showa Avenue, dragging out torii gates like long tails, and sprinting towards the gate of hell.

"Let the whole of Tokyo experience my power to control the storm."

Kotomine Jiro waved his hand lightly, and a huge tornado rose from the ground along the path of the locomotive, devouring everything around it like a shattered tornado.

"I, Kotomine Jiro, see you!"

As he struck with both palms together, the black tornadoes that were attacking the fringe formations in Taito District also turned around and quickly converged towards the center of the Gate of Hell.

...

"Dragon... hiccup...tornado? Does this kind of thing happen in inland areas like Tokyo?"

On the galloping warriors of the Warring States Period, the drunken Araki Sousuke looked at the tornado that suddenly rose from the ground and engulfed the dark city in front of him, his face was full of confusion.

He had only seen this kind of tornado raging inland in the news, but it also happened in a certain country with the "Tornado Land" on the other side of the ocean.

However, the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't help but not believe it...

Because, the extremely fast tornado came straight towards the two of them, and the distance was less than 100 meters.

The violent wind plundered the surrounding air, like an invisible giant hand, pulling the locomotive fiercely towards the center of the storm.

"Little Niao Youshi, hold on...hold on to me, even if you die, you can't let go!"

Letting the strong wind pour into his mouth, Araki Sousuke frantically twisted the handle, driving the Sengoku warriors towards the edge of the tornado.

Now that the distance was close, the probability of turning around and running past the tornado was too low. He planned to take a risk and brush around the edge of the effective range of the tornado.

"Um."

On the back seat, Kotori Yumaumi nodded and hugged his firm belly trustingly.

Looking at the familiar tornado in front of her, she frowned slightly.

Intuition told her that this sudden tornado could never be as simple as a natural disaster.

Just when Sousuke Araki turned his direction and headed towards the tangent line of the tornado's wind range, the tornado that was moving straight forward turned into a horizontal movement as if alive, and directly blocked him.

"Oops……"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Sousuke Araki dumped the car body, turned around 180 degrees with a dexterous brake flick, and rushed in the direction when he came, trying to escape the scope of the tornado.

Unfortunately, on streets with heavy traffic and many obstacles, it is difficult for him to exert his maximum driving speed.

What's more, the strong wind twitched the air, and was still pulling back the warrior of the Warring States period under him.

Under the speed difference, the tornado drove back less than 100 meters, and with the momentum of crushing everything, it ran straight into the roaring warrior of the Warring States Period.

"Hmph, it's over... Sorry, I couldn't officially let Your Excellency know my name."

In mid-air, Kotomine Jiro, wearing a tengu mask, sighed softly as he watched the locomotive below being swallowed by his own tornado.

"Next, let's play with those guys blocking the door for a while."

As if he had done a trivial thing, he turned around indifferently, looking in the direction of Kuramae's apartment.

"……Um?!"

His movements suddenly became stiff, and even the flapping wings on his back froze.

Because, the connection between that tornado and him was suddenly severed.

Looking back, the tornado that "swallowed" the locomotive just now disappeared without a trace, and only the soft breeze was left in the night sky.

"It was you who was on the boat that day. Huh, you can be regarded as a respectable strong man who can eliminate my tornado..."

The tornado dissipated, and the building debris, car wreckage and other things wrapped in it fell weakly like a meteor shower.

"...But it's a pity, it's just a mortal body."

The "Road of Light" stretching all the way from Akihabara, consisting of torii gates, was instantly buried by things falling from the sky, and it ended there.

Without looking behind him again, Kotomine Jiro flapped his wings and swept in the direction of the hell apartment.

No one can survive the situation just now.

...

Below the Gates of Hell, in the Kuramae apartment.

Rich resentment, accompanied by various forms of resentful spirits and ghosts, intermittently poured down from the gate of hell in the sky like a waterfall.

In the center of the parking lot of the apartment, the monks, headed by the Dharma propagandist, closed their eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures in silence.

Around them, densely packed resentful spirits and ghosts were sitting in an orderly manner, just like elementary school students listening carefully in outdoor teaching, with hideous faces and folded hands.

The inner side of the outer wall of the entire Zangqian apartment was covered with talisman paper, exorcism cloth and other things, and the light of spiritual power was constantly surging, dispelling the grievances around.

Blocked by layers of Buddha's light, formations, and multiple spirit-removing props, the weaker existences will be stopped immediately after they emerge from the gate of hell, and they will be suppressed here, unable to move, and can only watch helplessly. The resentment on my body dissipated.

Those distressed men dressed as office workers who belong to the "Spiritual Talking House" are guarding the outside of the parking lot, swaying strange props such as exorcism salt, garlic string, etc., they will be slightly stronger and will soon break through the suppression The ghosts and ghosts are eliminated in advance.

After the members of the Spirit Eliminators Association gradually gathered, they established a scientific "ghost screening system" by constructing a complex formation like an assembly line operation in a slaughterhouse, and at the same time carried out a reasonable division of labor among the personnel.

This eased the situation that was about to get completely out of control.

On the rooftop of the apartment, the petite Mochizuki Ayano was nimbly jumping off the shoulder of a huge Chibanruo.

Behind her, Tokimoto Ichiro had just dispersed a gathered wraith with his seal.

Unlike the people who suppressed a large number of ghosts around the apartment, the combination of Tokimoto Ichiro and Mochizuki Ayano was mainly responsible for seeing through and suppressing those individuals who could break through the suppression of Buddha's light and formations by virtue of their strong individual strength or hidden characteristics.

"Roar……"

Behind Mochizuki Ayano, Chi Banruo covered her empty eyes in pain, knelt down on the ground, and slowly dissipated into resentment.

"Hee hee, is that all it is? I just got excited..."

A pair of huge eyes appeared in Mochizuki Ayano's small hands at some unknown time.

It is the Hundred Eyes Pupil Technique Dazzling.