I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Wait a minute, this, this exemption!"

Looking at the license belonging to Takumi Fujiwara in his hand, Sousuke Araki's face froze, as if he had discovered something serious.

"Such a crude paper and printing process, it seems that there is no anti-counterfeiting mark, it looks very easy to forge, if the name is slightly blotted out here and changed to Huang..."

While talking, Araki Sousuke has already used his extremely wet fingers to lightly press the word "vine" on Mianxu...

"Asshole, where are you wiping your saliva!"

"Really, I have researched it a long time ago. It is possible that not only will there be anti-counterfeiting spiritual power fluctuations, but also it must be used in conjunction with the association's APP account, the basic resident ledger and bank account. You have to spend energy to forge this set It’s better to seriously prepare for the exam!”

Fujiwara Takumi snatched back the exemption, turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance: "Just, I'll go back to Shrunken Punk 2088 first. I just downloaded it, and I only had time to pinch a super long little X chicken, and I haven't had time to use it yet." Just look at it and go out..."

"Wait, the word 'vine' seems to have been confused by that guy... Why can't it seem to sense the fluctuation of anti-counterfeiting spiritual power? 』

"Please stay..."

Just when Fujiwara Takumi was about to cry and left without tears, a slender figure stopped in front of him, dragging an afterimage.

"The one who meets once in four thousand years...Fujiwara Takumi... It is said that you are the most powerful and longest-lasting spirit eliminator of the younger generation in Japan?"

The one who unceremoniously blocked Fujiwara Takumi's way was that naughty foreign nun, Niya.

"...You, did you make a mistake?"

Looking at the foreign woman who was about the same height as himself, he never thought that he had anything to do with the words "strong" and "long-lasting". Fujiwara Takumi, who only wanted to go home and test the little chicken in the game, stared blankly. The other party's eyes twitched in displeasure.

"Let's get to know each other formally, in Lower Niya St. Catharina, the full-time witch hunting nun of the Vatican Holy See's Inquisition."

"Oh, people from the Holy See, it's rare. It's a pleasure to meet you, please excuse me..."

Fujiwara Takumi skillfully perfunctory with an indifferent tone, and then wanted to pass by the other party.

There is absolutely no meaning of "official acquaintance".

"Zheng."

Faced with his "arrogant" behavior, I saw Niya stretching her hand under the miniskirt, and quickly brought out a knife light from the absolute field...

"When the lady introduces herself, please at least maintain a basic demeanor!"

A cheap plastic utility knife, common in stationery stores, hovered quietly around Takumi Fujiwara's neck.

"Forget it, today is just a 'grease' in advance... When I get the exemption from spirits, I will formally come to challenge and have a short and long meeting with you. Look at you Japanese who can only deal with spirits and have no power to restrain chickens." The capital of the spirit remover..."

"Run...lubricate? What you want to say is 'know'..."

Fujiwara Takumi lowered his head stiffly, belatedly noticing the cold thing on his neck.

Facing the sharp knife on his neck, before the expression on his face changed, his body was already trembling honestly.

With his trembling calf as the center, a large expanse of "sixteen petals and eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" spiritual power rushed out like a flood gate, covering the entire corridor.

"This...is this, the chrysanthemum power of the Meiji Shrine?"

"Appeared, Fujiwara Takumi's famous technique, "Miko no Trembling"! Rubbing the body at a high frequency of one hundred times per second, reaching the peak in an instant, gushing out the divine power in the body..."

The spiritual power practitioners in the field all admired the gorgeous "chrysanthemums blooming everywhere" in front of them.

On the night of the Obon Festival, thanks to the favor of Emperor Meiji, after a certain originally jerky and narrow "channel" was deeply widened, the flow rate of the useless chrysanthemum pattern in Fujiwara Takumi's body was several times higher than before.

Together with nun Niya, several spirit eliminators who stayed in the corridor were contaminated with the spiritual power of the chrysanthemum pattern, eroded by the terrifying coercion contained in it, instantly lost the strength to stand, and collapsed to the ground.

It looked like Fujiwara Takumi stomped his feet casually, causing all the spirit removers in sight to kneel at his feet!

"The power of the Son of God is so terrifying!"

"It's so strong, just the aftermath, it's completely irresistible..."

"It is said that ordinary vengeful spirits will be reduced to ashes as long as they are touched..."

As strong as Niya, a full-time nun in the Vatican, she could only lean on the wall and sway with difficulty among the chrysanthemum patterns.

"Hey, that's all for today, I still have important things to do..."

Seeing the terrifying nun who drew her sword at the slightest disagreement, Fujiwara Takumi, who was deeply buried in the chrysanthemum bushes and had no time to take care of himself, was relieved, and took the opportunity to drag his limp calf slowly towards the elevator.

"wait wait wait……"

Looking at his leaving back, Niya's eyes flashed with unwillingness, and a strong holy light surged from her whole body. She struggled to isolate the spiritual power of the chrysanthemum pattern, barely left the wall, and resumed her standing posture.

"...As expected of being the favored one of the 'once in four thousand years', just relying on the coercion of my spiritual power, I can make my body become limp and weak as if I have been fighting for dozens of rounds."

"Hmph, you want to challenge me..."

There was a smirk on the corner of his mouth, Fujiwara Takumi turned around, pointed at someone in the corridor, pretending to be indifferent and said: "... let's beat him first!"

Following his fingers, Niya's gaze slowly turned to the middle of the corridor, a blond man with his hands in his pockets and a dazed face.

Araki Sousuke, who did not take off the blindfold, did not notice any abnormality between the two of them, and was still curiously in front of the "melon-eating crowd".

"I deliberately use this guy who just looks bored in the room and plays XX to perfuse me. Is he looking down on the strength of the Holy See? No, this guy..."

In the middle of the conversation, Niya noticed that this young man was actually the only person in the corridor who still maintained his standing posture under the impact of Fujiwara Takumi's chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power.

Impossible, could it be that he is stronger than himself?

"I see, I remember it's Araki Sousuke, right..."

After recalling the other party's name, Niya seemed to have found a reasonable answer.

"Being able to deal with this terrifying divine aura without changing your face, you should have signed a "male slave contract" with Fujiwara Takumi or something like that! You can't tell from the outside, but the relationship between the two of you..."

In Europe, some powerful gods will sign "contracts" with their subordinates. While gaining the other party's sexual power, it will also enhance the adaptability of their subordinates to their own power.

"In that case, let's defeat you first, so that your master can't say..."