I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Hurry up, as for these things, leave them to me!"

Seeing that the barrier was in effect, Mochizuki, who was naked to the waist, ran towards the bottom of the stairs without looking back.

A kappa who had just climbed out of the window of a samurai house had its bare head crushed by his punch.

The splashed stumps turned into a cloud of pitch-black liquid just like the previous "Seven People in Front of the Emperor".

"The legendary kappa, is Tianling Gai so calcium deficient?"

Although these ghosts have terrifying shapes and strange killing methods, they somehow gave him the feeling of a "paper tiger" that would shatter at the touch of a touch.

"Captain, where are you going, retreat with us first!"

Although he didn't say it, the team members could see that his actions were buying time for everyone.

"Hey, it's rare that some guy agreed to lend me some power for free..."

Wang Yueche's pitch-black palm slowly spread out, condensing a group of extremely concentrated purple flames, and threw them forcefully towards a platform below.

Several ghosts that had just crawled out of the painting were instantly annihilated in the purple flames.

"Just go down and have a look, what the hell is it, it's playing tricks!!!"

Mochizuki, who was so red-eyed, ignored the calls of the team members behind him, let the purple flames on his body burn up the splashed black liquid, and rushed into the dense crowd of ghosts below like a bamboo.

...

In the dilapidated main hall of the shrine, a little girl about four years old, wearing a priestess costume, was sitting in front of the shrine.

"In the name of... Chi... Cheng... Ji... Ming..."

In her mouth, she chanted the unfamiliar mantra word by word, as if walking on thin ice.

"Wipe...go..."

The talisman paper twirled at the fingertips was struggling to condense the faint blue spiritual power.

"……ah!"

However, even though her chubby face was covered with sweat, and the spiritual power flickered like flames on the talisman paper at her fingertips, it was finally unsustainable and dissipated with the wind.

"Snapped."

The bamboo stick in the old man's hand hit the back of the girl's hand, neither light nor heavy, but with enough pain that tears filled her eyes.

"...attention, not enough concentration."

The old man's serious expression was full of anger and sadness, which seemed a little distorted.

"With your talent, this effort alone is not enough..."

The bamboo in his hand gradually grew into sharp branches, shining with a faint green light...

"Those who don't work hard enough...will be punished!"

He swung down fiercely towards the girl in front of him.

"Snapped."

The girl's little white hands did not embrace her head and close her eyes cowardly to accept the punishment as he imagined.

"How dare you..."

Instead, he raised his hand vigorously to hold the sharp branch.

"Grandpa, I know..."

Even though her white and greasy fingers were cut and drops of blood flowed down her wrists, the girl still kept a peaceful gaze and stared at the old man in front of her calmly.

"...Because I inherited half of the blood from the father of the man without spiritual power, so no matter how hard I try, I can't catch up with the geniuses of those big families."

"Now that you know it, you have to pay the price of punishment..."

The old man with an increasingly hideous face pulled back the bloody branch with all his strength.

His appearance is constantly distorted, turning into a demon with a huge head.

"I don't need you anymore... Akagi Shrine doesn't need you anymore..."

The sharp branch also turned into a ferocious mace, and swung it fiercely towards the girl.

"Together with your useless father, go to hell!!!"

"Snapped."

Facing the mace that was bigger than her own body, the girl just spread her little hand lightly, and let it rest in the palm of her hand.

"how come……"

With the power attached to that small hand, no matter how hard the huge evil spirit in front of him exerted its strength, it would not be able to advance an inch.

"I really miss it... When I was a child, I was really terrified of punishing my grandpa. Whenever I think about it, my whole body trembles."

The girl stood up slowly, and her figure began to change accordingly.

"But now, sorry, Grandpa... that's long past tense."

When she straightened her waist, she had already turned into a beautiful and dignified girl with long hair reaching her waist.

"Now I have already accepted it, the self who is afraid of punishment, the self who is mediocre, and no matter how hard I try, I can't be the best self..."

On the talisman paper at her fingertips, surging spiritual power rose.

"It is precisely because I can admit my imperfect self and face my fears calmly that I can fly freely and protect important things in my own way."

"Even your father, who you regard as trash, is working hard in his own way..."

"In the name of Akagi Hime..."

Putting out that tried-and-tested gesture, she silently condensed the talisman paper towards the evil ghost in front of her.

"Hey... hey hey... here, you can't..."

The evil ghost with an appearance similar to that of the old man opened its huge mouth and swallowed the witch's white arm, and the spiritual power on the talisman paper dissipated accordingly.

"Only the smile on the maiden's face can make God feel happy."

However, the girl in front of her had a flower-like smile on her face...

"That's what Grandpa said the night he became a Buddha..."

He didn't seem to worry about his situation at all.

"And I have found someone who can make me smile anytime, anywhere, and something I want to protect."

A palm with knotted muscles and covered with burning scriptures broke through the darkness behind, and gently rested on the girl's icy muscular and fragrant shoulders.

"...wipe away the darkness in front of you."

With the dark red flame sweeping from that arm, the girl waved out the talisman paper in her hand.

"Uh ah ah ah..."

Following her movements, raging lava-like but inexplicably warm flames swept through the world in the eyes of the girl, burning up the evil spirits in front of her.

"...Why don't I 'synchronize' these paintings first, how about that?"

Came back to his senses, Xiaoniao Youzhengong returned to the bottom of the painting pavilion full of miserably painted paintings.

As if everything just now had never happened.

"Little Bird Youshi, why are you suddenly in a daze?"

Araki Sousuke's hand was patting her shoulder with concern.

"Well, I'm fine."

She shook her head a little shyly, looking vigilantly at the innocent paintings around her...

Not far away, the original painting of the Miko-e, had turned into a pile of ashes at some point.

"Teacher Araki, these paintings hide ghosts and erode people's hearts. They must be destroyed!"

"What I'm waiting for is your words... Compared to looking for clues, sabotage is more suitable for me!"

With the permission of the "instructor", Araki Sousuke rolled up his sleeves like lightning, and swiftly tore off the few paintings that were closest to him.

"The material of this drawing paper is so strange to tear...Huh?"

He was still looking at the peculiar material of the drawing paper in his hand. Suddenly, dark red flames and black smoke rose from the Wumi painting, and rancid grease dripped "sizzling".

Just when Sousuke Araki threw those burning paintings on the ground, the space where the two were located suddenly became restless.

"It's noisy."

A feminine male voice came from nowhere, and complained a little bored.