I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

In 963, Shimono Kingdom, Utsunomiya Domain.

"Stop!!! You 'handsman' who kills thousands of knives, return the things to me!!!"

Several men with swords in their hands, bare chested and backless, were panting and running on the long street.

A petite figure wrapped in a large robe printed with flowers, covering her face tightly, was being chased by them, moving nimbly among the crowd.

Hearing the shouts of the menacing men, the passers-by on both sides vigilantly covered their purses, and automatically parted ways.

"Hand length" is a slang term in Shimono country, which mostly refers to people who have dirty hands and feet and like petty theft.

And the person who was wrapped in an ill-fitting printed robe and couldn't see his face clearly must have stolen the belongings of those men.

While rushing, someone suddenly stretched out a bamboo pole from one side, tripping that petite figure to the ground.

"Hey... Now let me see where you are going..."

Several strong men surrounded him with weapons in hand.

"Hey, she's still a mother, and she looks quite handsome...how about selling it to a girl's house..."

Under the robe, a thin girl with slender hands could be vaguely seen.

Although her face was covered, just looking at her pair of black pearl-like nimble eyes could give people a sense of nimbleness like bathing in the spring breeze.

"Snapped."

A bulging money bag flew out from the crowd and landed between several men and girls.

"Take your belongings, plus this bag of copper coins, and leave."

A middle-aged handsome man in a white plain robe, with a long beard and an iron hood walked out of the crowd.

Around his waist, there is a sword nearly one meter long with a gentle arc.

"Where did the idler come from? Is it amazing to be rich? This little girl must..."

The man in the lead waved the long sword in his hand ferociously, and walked towards the other party dissatisfied.

However, two companions behind him stretched out their hands and held him tightly.

"Hey, are you blind, take a closer look at who it is, and don't take us with you if you want to die..."

"This... Maoba Taidao?"

After seeing the attire of the person opposite, the originally vicious man immediately dropped his weapon and knelt down.

"I don't know Mount Tai, so please forgive me, General Fujiwara..."

The shape of the knife on the man's waist is extremely unique. The shape of the knife is narrow and the blade is slender.

Such a tachi, because it is shaped like a tweezer, is called a moba tachi.

In a small place like Utsunomiya, there is only one person who is qualified to wear a "hair-shaped sword" on his waist and a "thirty-eight star bag" on his head.

A few months ago, he teamed up with Hira Sadamori and Fujiwara Yuken to raid the Sarushima County of the Shimoshoguk, and shot and killed the peerless villain Hirashomon who conquered the eight kingdoms of the Kanto with one arrow. , Hideto Fujiwara, Omoto Fujita.

It is said that the "hair-shaped sword" on his waist and the "thirty-eight star pocket" on his head were given by Utsunomiya Daimyojin.

The three men didn't even dare to take back their purses, so they left in panic.

On the ground, through the gap in the robe, the woman secretly looked at the man in front of her like a frightened bunny.

As if in response, Fujiwara Hideto also lowered his head to look at her.

With just one glance, the man's heroic eyes were etched into her heart forever.

What a pair of beautiful eyes.

Just like the small hole in the center of the copper coins that I stole and kept close to my body on weekdays, they are generally beautiful.

"It's a pity to be a thief with such a pair of discerning eyes... It's all because of the poor world."

Looking deeply at the woman, Fujiwara Hidego sighed, turned around and left as if he had done an insignificant thing.

"...You keep the money and find something else to make a living."

At the beginning of the Tianqing Rebellion, a lot of waste was waiting for prosperity, the people were in dire straits, and the government was collecting taxes year after year. This kind of world is destined to fail to save everyone.

That woman, after all, failed to survive hunger and war, wrapped in her favorite printed robe, and slept forever on the side of a certain winter road.

She has no nostalgia for this too difficult world where human life is like grass.

"It's a pity that I couldn't repay you..."

When she was dying, the only thing she couldn't forget was those beautiful eyes full of heroism.

With her obsession with eyes, she turned into a ghost in that chaotic era, frantically collecting the eyes of all creatures.

Until she refined those beautiful "collections" into the most beautiful pair of treasures and presented them to the gray-haired man...

"Dare you, the evildoer!"

What greeted her was the other party's deadly arrow with the aura of "Da Mingshen".

...

"I want this day, I can't cover my eyes anymore!!!"

As "Mochizuki Ayano" looked up at the sky, above the sky, a line of blood began to slowly appear in the center of the silver plate-like full moon.

Eyes are the most complex and perfect organs in the world.

Compound eye, monocular, camera eye, mirror eye, telescopic eye...

Human eyes, animal eyes, insect eyes, ghost eyes...

Even, the eyes of the gods...

Poor Ji spends his whole life collecting the eyes of others, and there is only one question to pursue.

Who opened the first pair of eyes in this world?

How beautiful is the full moon that the world looks up to for the first time.

"This moon is my pupil, just like the full moon."

As she pondered, the blood line began to split to the sides...

The full moon in the night sky turned into a single eye that narrowed slightly and was about to open.

Turning the moon into pupils, under the night, nothing can escape her eyes!

The bloodshot pupils of the moon in the night sky suddenly opened wide, and a smear of resentment like a dark cloud above the apartment in front of the apartment was scattered by the moonlight...

The extremely terrifying sight also descended with the moonlight.

Since the evolution of eyes tens of thousands of years ago, every night, they all worship the mysterious moon in the night sky.

No matter in the records of any human civilization, the moon includes natural worship and yearning for time, reproduction, harvest, and eternal life.

In terms of obsession, the power gathered in this star, which is the closest to the earth and has carried the belief and worship of human civilization for thousands of years, can no longer be described in human terms.

"Puff puff……"

Under the moonlight, the ghosts suppressed by the formation around the apartment were densely packed, like tomatoes pinched by invisible giant hands, burst one by one, turning into black liquid all over the floor.

"No, don't look at..."

Gazing at the gaze from the slits in their eyes, the spirit eliminators below the apartment felt shrouded in an irresistible terror. Even with spiritual power and formation protection, they could only fall to the ground in an instant and become unconscious.

Even Cocoon, who was a copper corpse and didn't know what fear was, fell to the ground and shivered.

This is the most primitive fear that living things have engraved in their genes for tens of thousands of years about the bright moon above the night sky.