I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"What kind of evil monk, I said that I just went to retreat to practice, and I didn't become a monk..."

Araki Sousuke put his index finger and middle finger together, put them on his temples, and waved at Mochizuki Che's back casually.

"It's you, next time you come to make trouble, remember to wear the wig in prison, lest others think it is a monk from some other family."

Hearing his words, Wang Yueche's hand that was originally stretched towards the car door trembled, and quickly got into the car and left.

"Che, it is said that he has been carrying out secret missions abroad, why was he suddenly transferred back..."

Looking at the back of the disaster prevention mobile team leaving in embarrassment, Takeshi Iwata sighed softly, and kindly reminded: "Araki-kun, I know you are very skilled, and now you have awakened your inspiration. But that guy is not an ordinary difficult person , be careful..."

"Tch, who is afraid of whom, the guy who complains about trouble is often the one who causes trouble for others, right Arakimae..."

Yamada Kengo curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"……senior?"

While the two were talking, Sousuke Araki squatted in the middle of the parking lot without knowing when.

"This is……"

On the ground in front of him, the flesh and blood left by the unknown ghost was slowly dissipating into resentment.

A scarlet energy thread, like an earthworm, squirmed out from the pile of flesh and blood.

"……What the hell?!"

Sousuke Araki gently picked it up with his fingertips, and that inconspicuous energy immediately extinguished its light and turned into ashes and dissipated.

...

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow, I haven't seen you in a month, how are you all doing?"

Half an hour later, in Room 102 of Kuramae Apartment, Sosuke Araki was blushing on the front, with tears in his eyes, wiping the pile of indescribable things on the shelf with a towel, and neatly stacked a row of colorful thermos cups.

Magazines with amazing covers, learning materials CDs, figure figures, comic books, gunpla, embroidered special attack suits...

"Oh, the study materials and thermos are all dusty, and this special attack suit needs to be washed again, how pitiful..."

"Oops, these discs have been overdue for more than a month, and the late fee is very expensive, so I don't care, anyway, I use the membership card of Longma..."

"After staying in that kind of rural temple for so long, I can't study hard at all, and my hands are almost rusty. It's decided, I'll turn over your brand tonight..."

Kotori Yumami, Yamada Kengo, and Tokimoto Ichiro were sitting around his low table, looking at him with disdain.

In the disposable paper cups on the table, there was still poor-quality hot tea.

Even these few things were taken from the guard room at the door.

In a bachelor's home, don't expect any tea, cups and other things that can entertain guests.

"Ahem, so, this pile of things is the 'personal item' that Araki-kun has been thinking about?"

Tokimoto Ichiro took a sip of the hot tea in his hand and frowned.

Because of a certain agreement with Sousuke Araki, the ninth class did not open the door to check the things in this room, but kept them in their original state.

According to what he learned afterwards, on the night of the Obon Festival, Sousuke Araki, who was ignorant of spiritual knowledge and completely unaware of what happened, rushed back all the way just to protect his apartment that was about to be demolished and some "personal items".

If it weren't for this, Araki Sousuke wouldn't have appeared at the Kuramae apartment at the last moment, dealt with that weird ghost, and created an opportunity for Mochizuki Rino to close the gate of hell.

In a sense, the mess in front of him may have saved the entire Tokyo to a certain extent?

"Ahem... Kengo..."

Turning around, Araki Sousuke covered his mouth with his fists and coughed lightly, and handed a black garbage bag from under the table to Yamada Kengo with an expression as if he was waiting for a lonely person.

"It used to be my most precious collection, but unfortunately I am no longer my former self, and I can never go back..."

"Because you are my most promising junior and help me guard this apartment, I will pass it on to you with tears in my eyes!"

"Inheritance? This... This is..."

Quietly opened the garbage bag, and fiddled with the things inside, the expression on Yamada Kengo's face suddenly lost control.

"I...I...before...obviously did such an excessive thing to the senior..."

He inspected the contents of the garbage bag with great care, reached out his hand to wipe away the tears that flowed like a waterfall, and his voice choked up.

"Senior, not only didn't care about it at all, but actually... actually reluctantly gave up, and passed on to me the most cherished Kato Junko's out-of-print collection...

"Wait, how is that possible... This isn't a limited edition BD remake that has already been sold for 50,000 yen on the dark web..."

"Woooooo... Senior... I will definitely not disappoint your kindness. I will always review and never slack off on weekdays, and pass on the classics from generation to generation..."

"That's enough, you worthless bastard!"

Tokimoto Ichiro kicked the crying Yamada Kengo aside, and said in embarrassment: "Ahem, Araki-kun, you don't need to put the things back after you tidy them up, anyway, you're going to move out together tomorrow... "

"Move away? So, you still succumb to the coercion of those guys, and want a poor resident with one year and seven months left on the lease to give up the only one that belongs to him after he stepped into the society. The dwelling place..."

Upon hearing Tokimoto Ichiro's words, Araki Sousuke's expression darkened immediately, revealing an expression that riches and honor cannot be licentious, might cannot be subdued, and poverty cannot be moved, filled with righteous indignation, and chattered endlessly.

"As compensation, the Metropolitan Police Department has arranged for you a rent-free house for ten years. You only need to equip yourself with furniture and appliances, and pay property taxes for water, electricity, and property to live in."

"Ten, ten years of rent-free?"

Tokimoto Ichiro continued to drink the hot tea in his hand without raising his eyelids, the old god said on the ground.

"However, since Araki-kun is so resolute, I'll help you refuse... What a pity, I heard that the building has six bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms, including a large garage and a front and rear courtyard, and it's only ten or so away from here. Minutes away, close to the subway station, convenient transportation..."

"One, one household? Six rooms? Garage? Courtyard?"

The air in the room had froze at some point, leaving only Tokimoto Ichiro's leisurely words echoing.

"As a good citizen who is willing to fight against cults and acts bravely, it is my bounden duty to share the government's worries! Well, can I move tonight?"

"There's no need to be in such a hurry..."

Sousuke Araki, who was originally sitting opposite him, had found several large cardboard boxes at some point, and was frantically piling up the things on the shelves like garbage...

"Hey, old man, the 'retreat practice' I agreed with you has been completed..."

Five minutes later, Sousuke Araki sat upright on the tatami, looking at Ichiro Tokimoto with piercing eyes.

Behind him is a row of packed cardboard boxes neatly stacked against the wall.

"You promised me, you should tell the truth about the situation of Mochizuki, right?"

Hearing his question, Kotori Yumami and Yamada Kengo immediately pricked up their ears.