I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Although it has only been a few days since he became a spirit remover, the spirit body of Araki Zongsuke who has become a Buddha probably has exceeded the number of many spirit removers in a lifetime.

It was the first time that the wraith with this horrible grimace questioned his identity as "born human".

"If you don't change your name or surname when you're going down, that's the one who removes spirits, the Astringent Sutra, and the lonely hunk!"

"And the one next to me is Akagi Shrine's incomparable demon maiden, Akagi Meow-chan! 』

"Well, Araki-sensei, you don't need to introduce me. 』

So, he immediately introduced himself pretending to be handsome and insincerely.

Since the "real name" is of great significance in the extraordinary world, the spirit remover will at most report the code name when performing tasks, so as to avoid the possibility of unnecessary curses.

"The Eliminator? No, it's impossible..."

"Although you don't have any spiritual power or resentment flow, you seem to be no different from ordinary people... But no matter what your identity is, the only thing I can be sure of is..."

Hearing Araki Sosuke's answer, Tokugawa Yoshinen seemed to have suffered a great insult, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"Your Excellency... Absolutely... Impossible... Human!"

After speaking confidently, Tokugawa Yoshinen turned around and picked up his pen, waving it vigorously in the air: "Your Excellency doesn't want to tell, it must be because my sincerity is not enough..."

"……ah!"

In the exclamation of Xiaoniao Youzhengong, the wreckage of the flesh-stitched giant baby in the corner of the platform was squirmed again...

The scorched black residue slowly merged into the huge vase next to it, and became full of blood again, turning into the jaw-dropping "flesh and blood flower arrangement" before.

"In order to perfect the techniques of "Warrior Painting" to the extreme, I have stayed and boarded day and night in the dojos of various schools to observe and emulate, and even dissected the bones, muscles, internal organs, and blood vessels of hundreds of warriors of various schools one by one, in order to achieve 'from the inside. And outside' the effect of copying."

A series of Wuyou paintings that were originally hung on the stairs rose up like colorful butterflies and swirled around with Tokugawa Yoshinen as the center.

"In order to draw the most natural and pure "No Miserable Painting", I have repeatedly gone to the battlefield where corpses are strewn all over the field and blood flows into rivers to sketch on the spot, carefully copying various dead bodies and their daily decay process... "

His robes fluttered, and Yoshinen Tokugawa floated up into the air with the desk under him, and swept to a huge roof above, like a painter giving a speech at the opening ceremony of a private art exhibition, condescendingly showing his creation process. The unknown "difficult journey".

"But I don't know, it's hard to paint a person's skin, but you can't know the heart if you know the face..."

"These 'practices' can only allow me to climb to the pinnacle of skill, but it is difficult to step into the palace of art... because I haven't been able to give the work a real soul!"

"Through countless attempts, I found that in the most painful and desperate moments, the soul will bloom the most beautiful brilliance! And that moment is the real soul that I need in my works..."

"Please appreciate, I use human skin as the canvas, human blood as the paint, and human bones as the pen to make people's souls repeatedly experience the most painful, fearful, desperate, and helpless moments in the painting, blooming the most profound light of the soul." , and then merged with the 'painting' made by his body, to create a work that truly shocks the soul!"

At the same time, several ornate screens that were originally folded into a rectangular shape at one corner of the platform also floated into the air and formed a row, showing the two people the various paintings hung on them.

"...such ukiyo-e made with flesh and soul, how can those broken oil paintings of Yidi and photos taken by cold machines compare?!"

When the screen flew up, it also revealed Mochizuki who was transformed into a blood man and wrestled with those warriors below.

"Oh, I almost forgot..."

Tokugawa Yoshinen glanced at the "tragic scene" exposed under the screen with the expression of "forgot to find the food in the pot for a month after steaming".

"Your Excellency came just in time, and can verify the birth of another new work..."

At this moment, out of the original hundred warriors inside the screen, only five remained standing.

Fragmented heads, limbs and internal organs were painted all over the floor.

But Mochizuki who caused all this is not having a good time...

Three sharp knives were piercing through his abdomen and were firmly stuck between his ribs.

The remaining samurai with scars and mutilated limbs are using all means to firmly fix his body on the ground, allowing the last samurai with a knife to cut off his head.

This scene of a life-and-death struggle on the battlefield, which is about to end in beheading, can be described as "there is no tragic picture in the world" vividly displayed in front of everyone.

"How, after approving the arduous process of creating these great works, I sincerely ask you one last time..."

"Your Excellency, what exactly is it?"

In mid-air, Tokugawa Yoshinen bowed deeply to the shocked, pale and disgusted two people: "Why, after dissecting thousands of bodies and souls, you can see through people's hearts at a glance, even the witch next to you I can clearly see your love..."

"...Even the blurred outline of Your Excellency's soul can't be outlined?!"

"Ah! I... I... didn't..."

Hearing the other party's words, Xiaoniao Youzhengong suddenly covered his mouth and whispered, his little face flushed.

"I agree...what a fart!"

At this moment, Araki Sousuke, who had recovered from these bloody and tragic paintings, was already furious, and had no intention of answering the other party's crazy questions.

"Using such a cruel method to draw those disgusting paintings..."

Thinking of the Wumi paintings, which were drawn by living beings whose blood was drawn and skinned, and their souls were tortured repeatedly, a white light of anger appeared in his eyes.

"Scum like you who disregards human life is not even worthy of becoming a Buddha!"

Behind Araki Sousuke, the huge black arm more than ten meters long suddenly soared into the sky.

The flames on the scriptures on the surface of the giant arm were also burning because of his anger, like a flame dragon entrenched in the air.

"Teacher Araki, there are still living people over there! Save them first..."

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

The invisible arrow with a weeping sound came out from the fingertips of Kotori Yumaumi, and shot down the samurai sword that almost cut Mochizuki Che's neck.

"Hey……"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mochizuki Che, who was covered in blood and bruised, broke free from the grip of those warriors, caught the samurai sword in mid-air, and slashed back...

The nearest warriors were cut in half immediately.

"The evil monk of Kawasaki Daishiji Temple, the maiden of Akagi Shrine?!"

While panting, Mochizuki saw clearly the two "acquaintances" who were helping him on the platform opposite Yoshinen Tokugawa.

"That's... that guy's shikigami?"

Immediately, Mochizuki Che's eyes fell on the huge black arm that soared into the sky like a dragon behind Araki Sousuke.

At this time, he was freed from the restraint, and the wound on his body was burned by the purple flame, and the blood stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye.