I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

In 1863, Kyoto.

The energetic young artist stands beside the team of the Tokugawa family entering Beijing, splashing ink with gentle and delicate brushstrokes, vividly depicting the heroic postures of the teams of warriors riding past on the paper.

On this day, he and fourteen of the most famous Ukiyo-e masters of the time jointly drew more than 200 long-length picture scrolls of "Rowing the Tokaido" and "Suehiro Fifty-Three Figures". People don't know you.

"That's right. At the age of twenty-four, you can become a famous painter in Edo and make the name of my Gefang's lineage. What reward do you want?"

The white-haired old man, who was weak and energetic, looked at himself, the youngest closed disciple, with admiration.

"It's all taught by the teacher for many years, and the disciple has no other ideas..."

The man bowed to thank him, and suddenly felt a chill.

In the crack of the door on one side, a familiar pretty eye was staring at him in embarrassment.

"Gudong."

"...Can, can you betroth the orange to me."

The man swallowed hard, put his hands together in front of his body, and slowly pressed his forehead to the ground.

"Although I'm just an offshoot of Ji Yi's family, with my painting skills, I can definitely give her a happy life!"

After saying this with all his strength, the man lay on the ground trembling slightly like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced to death, his neck and ears were already burning red.

"Ahem, my body has not had a good life for a few years..."

The always stern old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and showed him a kind smile for the first time: "Get married as soon as I can hold the pen... On the day of your wedding, I will draw a picture for you with my own pen!"

"teacher……"

...

"Orange."

When Tokugawa Yoshinen came back to his senses, six lines of blood and tears fell silently from those big six-petaled chrysanthemum-like eyes.

"It reminds me of some past events...Your Excellency is really cruel."

And the mighty elbow of the huge black arm was already approaching him.

"My... my power?"

Just about to leave in a flash, Tokugawa Yoshinen discovered a fact that surprised him.

In the gust of wind brought up by the swaying giant arm, countless gray and white auras were sucked out of his body along with the airflow.

Before that elbow reached, half of the power of ghosts and gods in his body had already been withdrawn, making him freeze as if he was in the deep sea.

"No!!! I can't lose these powers before I reach the pinnacle of painting and complete the 'final work'!"

The furious Tokugawa Yoshinen stretched out his left hand with all his strength, and struggled to grab the gray stone bowl in front of him.

"...In order for my humble servant to complete the mission, I can only respectfully ask you to stay away for the time being!"

If you let that terrifying black giant arm continue to approach, even if you miss, you will completely lose the power to maintain your existence.

"Boom!!!!"

With the sound of a huge mechanism, the building complex, which covers the entire three-dimensional space and imitates the construction of Wakayama City, began to stretch, move, reverse, and transform around the inner wall like a Rubik's cube.

For a moment, this three-dimensional space with a sense of direction disorder suddenly turned into a drum-type washing machine in operation.

It makes the sense of direction of the brain of the people in it confused, causing visual vertigo, not to mention distinguishing up, down, left, and right, and even standing normally is extremely difficult.

The platform at the feet of Sosuke Araki and Yumako Kotori was also divided into several pieces, which began to disperse towards the surrounding side walls.

"not good!"

Seeing that the platform was about to be completely retracted and the two of them were about to fall into the endless abyss below, Sosuke Araki turned around and picked up the dizzy bird Yumami "Princess Hug" and jumped onto the constantly rotating and expanding building on the cave wall. .

As Araki Sousuke dodged to withdraw his hand, the elbow that was about to hit Tokugawa Yoshinen also deflected, brushing against the roof beside him.

With bestial instincts and terrifying dynamic vision, this running misalignment has little to no effect on him.

However, those buildings resounding with the sound of mechanism operation seemed to be alive and aimed at the two of them. With Araki Sousuke's arrival, they continued to rotate and retract, leaving him nowhere to stay.

"That guy is targeting me! However, he doesn't seem to be able to precisely control a wide range of construction mechanisms at once, so you hide here first..."

Glancing at Yoshinen Tokugawa who was sitting cross-legged on the roof, who seemed to be manipulating something, Araki Sousuke put Kotori Yumami into a longhouse, turned around and jumped on the building on the other side.

Sure enough, after he left, the nearby buildings stopped moving.

"Teacher Araki..."

Standing up slowly in the long room where even the furniture was placed obliquely, the bird Yumaumi came back to his senses, and decisively hung the "kudan gouyu" on his chest on the door of the room.

"In the name of Chicheng Jiming, grant the domain of the gods!"

As several talisman papers were ignited, a sacred aura instantly enveloped the longhouse where she was.

"...Give it to me, stop!"

Then, like an Edo girl looking at the cityscape, she pushed up the window...

Then he drew his bow and arrow, aiming at Yoshinen Tokugawa above without hesitation.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The invisible arrow rushed towards Tokugawa Yoshinen, but passed directly through his body and dissipated on the building behind him.

"snort."

Even this sharp invisible arrow couldn't break through the space distorted by Tokugawa Yoshinen.

"In my life, I have painted countless works in this Xianshouyuan, and today I leave it to you as a guest to taste...until you agree with my art!"

In the building complex on both sides of the spiral staircase, bloody ghosts and warriors began to climb out of countless Wuyou paintings.

"Roar……"

With bloodthirsty roars, they swarmed up from below like locust swarms along the stairs surrounding the cave wall and the uneven buildings.

"Hey, if you want to keep me as a guest, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

At the same time, Araki Sousuke was already stepping on the continuously expanding and transforming buildings on the inner wall, approaching Tokugawa Yoshinen's position like an agile ape.

"Sousuke Araki! That ghost is very slippery, I can try to hold him back for a moment! Find a chance to use that trick again..."

On the other side, Mochizuki, whose whole body was covered in dried blood, with only his scalp shining green under the light of moss, also surrounded him, stepping on the roof and quickly climbing up.

At that moment before, Tokugawa Yoshinen's reaction was all in his eyes.

"Of course, I mean if you can still use it!"

This ghost and god who is dismissive of ordinary means of removing spirits seems to have scruples about the existence summoned from the evil monk's body.

"Don't say it once, it's fine ten times!"

On the opposite cliff, Araki Sousuke responded with a loud voice.

"However, after talking for a long time, do we know each other...Who are you from?!"

"puff…………"

Hearing his question, Mochizuki, who was already injured, suddenly breathed out, and spurted out a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest, only to feel that his breathing was somewhat smoother.