I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Huh? The person opposite seems to know us?"

"Look at this hairstyle...could it be some eminent monk from Kawasaki Daishiji Temple?"

"Impossible, the group of monks at the Kawasaki Daishi Temple, seeing me are very respectful, how dare they not call the Buddha's name and use honorific words... No matter how much it is, save him first."

The "evil monk" and "priestess" couldn't help but look at each other across from Yoshinen Tokugawa by the muscular bald man who was bare-chested and almost lost his pants.

"It seems that I can only invite your soul to integrate into my work, and then carefully explore and taste it..."

Just as the three of them looked at each other, feeling the terrible pressure from the huge black arm behind Araki Sosuke, Tokugawa Yoshinen clapped his hands together and patted: "Come out, all of them, "Twenty-Eight Sentences of Wiseness", "Thirty New Shapes" "Six Monsters", "Illustrated Handbook of Famous Generals in Japan"..."

Numerous mutilated and scarred warriors, as well as laughing and cursing demons and ghosts, all broke through the pictures in the air and fell on the platform like rain...

Mochizuki Che, who was covered with scars, seemed to be in the subway car of the morning rush hour in an instant, and was squeezed tightly.

"That bald head on the opposite side... Hurry up and get out of the way!!!"

As Araki Sousuke swung his fist and roared, that giant black arm descended from the sky like a train bound for hell, heading straight towards countless wraiths, warriors and ghosts on the platform...

"Um!?"

Sitting cross-legged above, Tokugawa Yoshinen looked at the giant black fist whizzing past with great interest, and suddenly exclaimed.

"In this world, how can there be such pure and extreme resentment?"

He has condensed resentment and human blood into liquid splashed ink paintings over the years, and he can naturally feel that this giant arm seems to be composed of resentment that has been condensed into a solid and extremely dense.

"No, it's not resentment at all...it's another level of power...could it be..."

Relying on the insight of years of copying, he seemed to have noticed something terrible. He reached out and patted the gray stone bowl, and disappeared on the roof in an instant with the picture in front of him.

On the other side of the platform, watching the giant black fist approaching at high speed, Mochiueche's left arm twitched wildly as a warning.

"Uh ah ah, go away..."

He burst out with the strength to squeeze the subway, stepped on the bodies of a few ghosts and jumped high, and jumped into the building on the side of the cave wall.

Under his feet, the giant black arm passed silently, and the platform and the surrounding escalators remained motionless as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face.

"this……"

Then, under the shocking gazes of Mochizuki Che and Xiaoniao Yuzhengyu, the screens flying in the air and the pictures of "Wu Mie", as well as the hundreds of ghosts and warriors above the platform who have not recovered from their senses, all appeared in front of them. The huge black arm ran over it from top to bottom, and shattered into countless crystal-like rain-like spots of light.

The surroundings of the original green platform seemed like daytime.

"Soul dust?! This is becoming a Buddha..."

Looking at the white spots of light flying all over the sky and the faintly flying stumps in that punch, Mochiueche couldn't help but wipe his eyes blinded by blood.

"The evil monk at the Kawasaki Daishiji Temple really lives up to its reputation...they still inherit such a powerful means of salvation!"

He, who had been fought by those hundreds of warriors in the screen before, knew that although these wraiths seemed vulnerable, the power of ghosts and gods contained in their bodies was suppressed by a certain level, and they were extremely restrained against ordinary spiritual power.

This Araki Sousuke has a habit of not giving the other party a chance, and directly summons methods similar to "shikigami" and "incarnation", and surpasses hundreds of the same existences with one blow first!

What is sealed in the opponent's body must be an existence that is not inferior to ghosts and gods!

It seems that even if I didn't backfire with my arm last time, I am afraid that I will go all out, and the victory or defeat with this evil monk can only be 50-50.

"However, that punch seems to have no entity, and only works on spirit bodies..."

Analyzing the opponent's strength, Mochizuki Che glanced over the undamaged platform, and landed on the bucket bag on Sosuke Araki's waist, which was constantly inhaling soul dust.

"That is, "Taketori Picture Scroll"?!"

"No wonder, that old fox would generously entrust that thing to the association, it turned out that it was aimed at him..."

Although he was unwilling, Wang Yueche had to admit that if it wasn't for these two people's timely help, he might only be able to become a "Wu Mie Painting" today, adding to the collection of paintings in Xianshouyuan.

At the same time, the voice of Tokugawa Yoshinen, who was nowhere to be seen, reverberated in the field again: "I was able to restore these souls that had collapsed long ago... I am more and more interested in your soul!"

He didn't seem to feel sorry for his "work" being destroyed, but instead yearned for Araki Sousuke's soul more and more.

"Stop talking nonsense, you lunatic..."

At the same time, Araki Sousuke's left eye shone with a golden light, and the black arm on the platform turned his elbow back, blasting towards another empty roof above.

"Next, it's your turn!"

Not to mention that the arrow symbol on the picture scroll on his waist is firmly pointing to that direction...

Unlike what the other two saw, in his eyes, Tokugawa Yoshinen did not "disappear", but "teleported" to that roof.

"Oh?! It seems that your Excellency not only has an iron fist that can transform sentient beings... but also a pair of eyes that can penetrate the truth of the world..."

Watching the giant black arm swooping forward, Tokugawa Yoshinen showed no signs of panic.

Although the punch was powerful, it was not fast.

In this divine hermitage, he who has mastered the pivot can not only freely distort the space to avoid all spells, but also shift shape and change positions according to his will...

"how come……"

However, facing the unhurried giant black arm burning with dark red scriptures, he suddenly felt locked by an inexplicable opportunity, and felt that he could not escape no matter what.

Could it be that the opponent can break through the space distorted by him?

Watching the giant black arm approaching stiffly, Yoshinen Tokugawa felt dazed, and a sea of ​​blood-red flowers appeared in front of his eyes.

Among the countless bright red flowers on the other side, a delicate and beautiful figure in a kimono is standing there quietly, staring at herself.

you……

Who is it?

Why me……

Can't remember?

"Puff."

Regardless of the black arms pressing down on the top, Yoshinen Tokugawa raised his arms and inserted them deeply into the temples on both sides, spinning continuously in a "cutting chicken cutting chicken cutting chicken", stirring out pitch-black blood plasma.

...

1850, Edo.

"That's right, it's hard to imagine that an eleven-year-old can draw this..."

In the old studio, the gray-haired middle-aged painter looked at the disciple who was serious about painting in front of him, and nodded approvingly.

"From today onwards, you are the successor of my lineage of Utagawa's 'Mushae'!"

"Hey, your name is Fangnian, right...my name is Ju!"

After the painter left, a short figure poked its head out from the crack of the door next to it.

"Ju also wants to learn painting from grandpa, but just because Ju is a woman, he refuses to agree..."

It was a girl with a beautiful appearance and a somewhat angry expression.

"Since he passed on the painting skills of "Wu Zhe Hui" to you, why don't you teach Ju to paint?"

It was the first time for the boy to hear someone like to use their first name as their own.

Instead of looking at the petite and clingy cat-like girl in front of him, he continued to write without saying a word.

"Why don't you talk... If you don't talk, it's just as if you agreed?"

A blush quietly appeared on the boy's cheeks, and he nodded imperceptibly.