I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Five minutes ago, the Kuramae apartment was one kilometer away.

"I hope Mr. Araki can arrive safely."

Seeing the black figure falling from the night sky and disappearing, Kotori Yumami sighed and put away the longbow in his hand.

Araki Sousuke's tail lights had disappeared into the darkness.

At the same time, a strong spiritual fluctuation came from the direction of the Tibetan apartment.

The full full moon above the head was instantly eroded by darkness, losing its original light.

"This is, a lunar eclipse? Wait..."

In her eyes, a petite and familiar figure floated up in the sky, wrapped in the dazzling moonlight, like a shooting star, across the night, darting towards the gate of hell above.

"...Ayano-chan?!"

Seeing his friend plunge into the huge and deep door and disappear, Xiaoniao Youzhengong couldn't help covering his mouth and exclaiming.

"What exactly happened?"

Watching the gate of hell slowly closing towards the middle, big and big tears rolled down from the eyes of Kotori Yumami.

Although she didn't know what happened, her intuition told her that Mochizuki Ayano must be doing everything she could to protect this world.

"Teacher Araki..."

There is only one person who can help Ayano now.

"You can't wait here, calm down, you must find a way to do something!"

"Om..."

At the same time, "July Rain", who had returned to the scabbard to keep quiet, vibrated crazily again as if responding to her thoughts.

"This is... so, Araki-sensei needs our help now, right?"

Gently brushing her sideburns behind her ears, the little bird You Mayongfu raised the demon bow in her hand again, "Crying".

Taking a deep breath, she stroked the palm of her hand and drew out the rain in July from her waist.

The huge arrow like bone jade was unsheathed again...

The girl stood tall and straight, drawing an arrow with her bow stretched out like a moon, and she was facing the direction of the apartment in front of Zangqian.

At this moment, although the resentment surging around was thinner than before, it was still enough to greatly reduce the spirit remover's inspiration.

The Tibetan apartment one kilometer away is also far beyond the effective range of ordinary bows and arrows.

However, Xiaotiao Youmao still closed his eyes calmly.

The dry jade on her chest then lit up, continuously increasing her sensing range, searching for a target that could be locked on.

In consciousness, it was still dark, and there was no figure of the person she was thinking of.

A self-deprecating chuckle could not help appearing on the corner of her mouth.

With the strength of Mr. Araki, how could he be locked by himself.

God, please tell me, Mr. Araki, where is...

She was not discouraged, and still kept her bowed posture, praying silently.

As long as you pray sincerely, the gods will definitely respond.

Endless thoughts drifted away in the night wind along with the long black hair of Koto Yumasumi.

The scenes of acquaintance with that person so far flooded my heart like lava from the eruption of Mt. Fuji.

"Where would I be if we had never met"

If there is no teacher Araki, I should have stopped in the Kamakura high school, the hell apartment, the bottom of Nagoya, under the sword of Taira Shomon, or disappeared in the black mist tonight?

But, when did this man slip into my heart quietly.

"That day, that moment, that scene, you appeared in my life"

"Fresh and expired meat buns, please, eat them while they are hot."

Is it when you hand out a hot meat bun to yourself in a small convenience store?

"Don't think so much... Just like drag racing, where there is no time for you to look back, you just need to hold on to the direction, stare at the front, and confirm whether you are hitting the accelerator to the end every second."

In Kamakura High School, when you demonstrate to yourself "the correct grilling posture of the Otabuchi Snake"?

"Huh? Of course I went to work. It's so obvious, can't you see it..."

In the hell apartment, when you smashed those earth-bound spirits together with your own despair?

"Hey, hey... Aren't I fine... What are you talking about, you are my big sponsor, do you know how much I made from setting up a stall today?"

On the yacht, when he was seriously injured and rescued himself from those half-demons and strange swords?

"No problem, I promise you, just take this glass of wine as my promise!"

Or, when I was too weak and farther and farther away from Mr. Araki's world...

She pursed her lips stubbornly, her expression became determined again.

It doesn't matter, as long as the burning emotion in my chest is real, that's enough.

No matter what, you must completely pass on the feelings that you will not be able to express in the future under the fireworks.

As if responding to her emotions, the green, simple knotted circle on Mayumi's temples flickered like breathing.

It was a gift from Mr. Araki at "Hiroya" Soba last time, Iwate's specialty rope.

In the pitch-black inspiration, like a distant echo, another light spot lit up.

That spot of light that appeared in the dark meant...

Someone also took his knotted rope with him.

"Countless timelines, endless possibilities, finally intertwined with you"

Whether it gathers together or entangles, it is sometimes transited, sometimes interrupted, and then connected again.

Knotting a rope symbolizes the maintenance of spirit and body, the connection between people, the flow of time, and the transformation of space.

"The direction of the royal food is here, Awaji Awaji Noshimazaki. The coastal wind is blowing strong, and it blows back to the old days when we parted, and my sister was tied together."

In "Manyoshu", such a short song tells the story of a wife who puts a "knot" on the clothes of her husband who is about to go away, implying that half of her soul is tied into it to protect and bless him.

At the same time, when the husband misses his wife, he will also look at the knots on the clothes to express his thoughts.

A small knot, like a token of love, connects thoughts and prayers between people.

"Got you……"

A happy smile floated on the corner of Kotori Yumaumi's mouth.

Spiritual power surged out of her body crazily along with thoughts, gathering towards the longbow in her hand as if to burn everything.

The fingers pulling the string were so hard that drops of blood slid down the bowstring.

Tonight, under the sky full of fireworks, she finally put aside the burden on her body and faced her own heart bravely.

"like……"

I like you.

I like you more than anyone in this world.

Only this mood will not lose to anyone.

I will always like you.

Even if my body is destroyed and disappears from the world, I will still love you in the next life.

As long as it can be your strength, it doesn't matter if you sacrifice everything.

The slender fingers stained red with blood gently loosened, and the July Rain on the demon bow disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"...The moonlight is so beautiful (月が仙丽ですね)."

Thousands of words, gathered into four words, with this arrow piercing through time and space, passing towards the person in my heart.

Only the bowstring echoed in the air, making a "buzzing" sound.

"Please, July Rain..."

After finishing all this, Kotori Yumasumi fell to the ground as if exhausted, staring blankly at the gate of hell in the sky.