I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

1864, Edo.

"Fangnian...you, you...go back and have a look!"

The man who is full of travel and dust, returned to Edo happily after the marriage between Kishu Fan and his parents.

"Those rogues took the opportunity to create chaos in the name of 'falling down the curtain' and 'respecting the king against barbarians' and broke into the painting academy..."

Waiting for him was a young girl lying in a pool of blood with her limbs shattered and her life lost.

"Although the enforcement office has beheaded those guys on the spot, it has not had time to save her from the knife..."

"Orange..."

The man held the girl's face blankly, but found that the other's face was so strange.

Over the years, I have been obsessed with painting and don't care about world affairs.

What is more in my memory is that petite and immature figure who was waiting by the side, asking for warmth, and walking around in my peripheral vision from time to time.

I don't know when, the young girl in my memory has such a charming style.

"... Really, really beautiful."

The man didn't cry.

His first reaction was to take out tools from the back box and pick up a brush to paint.

"Crazy, crazy...Fang Nian is crazy!"

When I was seventeen years old, I kissed her face and thought I could be with her forever.

Obviously made an appointment, when I finish my studies, become a teacher and establish my own family...

Just marry her and come in, and watch the annual fireworks festival hand in hand, until the hair is gray and the house is full of children and grandchildren.

I used to think that she was as precious as painting.

But at this moment, he realized...

Painting is nothing!

The reason why I have devoted myself to studying painting all these years is precisely to teach her how to hold a brush and paint ink as promised when I was young.

Flowers are easy to fade, people are easy to grow old, and the continuous bitter rain is thrown away by me.

The only thing left and what he can do is to paint.

In the month of midsummer, he stood guard in front of her coffin and tomb day and night, and painted for nine days.

Swelling phase, bad phase, blood smear phase, pus and rot phase, blue phase, eating phase, loose phase, bone phase, burning phase...

Just looking at her like this, from her delicate skin, she turned into maggots, flies, carrion, and a handful of dust.

Human beings are really fragile and fragile creatures, they will die easily, and then collapse and disappear.

But in the process of this life disappearing, there is a beauty that makes his soul tremble all the time.

No one's existence will be remembered forever by the world.

Being forgotten is the same as not having lived.

Only Wucanhui can record the beauty of the moment when the soul blooms and destroys.

Let the beauty embraced never be broken again.

Let the smoke-like existence be sublimated into immortality.

From that moment on, Utagawa Takeshie's successor had died.

The only one left in this world is Yoshinen Tokugawa, who is intoxicated and has no miserable paintings, walking dead.

Even before Utagawa-sensei and his parents passed away, he locked himself in the studio without taking a look.

...

"Uh..."

When Tokugawa Yoshinen came back to his senses, he was already surrounded by mountains of corpses, seas of blood, ghosts and monsters.

Countless hideous existences gnawed at his body frantically, causing bone-eating pain.

The scorching dark red flame ruthlessly burned his soul, causing heart-burning pain.

"Remember, Fangnian."

A pair of warm tender hands gently held his face, making all the pain meaningless...

"Orange."

The pretty face that was buried in the softest part of his heart, never dared to glance at it, finally surfaced and appeared in his eyes more and more clearly.

"Think about it...why...you forget me on purpose..."

Together with him, he was being devoured by thousands of ghosts, but the girl only had love and pity in her eyes.

"Why...you never thought, tried...using your painting...to revive me..."

"Why……"

A hint of confusion emerged in Tokugawa Yoshinen's eyes.

With the Buddha nature and the condensed power of ghosts and gods in the "Stone Bowl in front of the Buddha", he could have easily imitated Tachibana's soul and resurrected her here.

But, for so many years, why, he is still willing to stay alone in the tomb of the Jii family, drawing pictures day after day.

"Because it's fake, it's all fake!!!"

"No matter how realistic the painting is, it's all fake, and it can't bring back the dead!"

"I don't forget you... I'm afraid of myself, I can't help but try!!!"

The dark red flames gradually spread throughout the body. Yoshinen Tokugawa's split body tried his best to close together, and slowly walked towards the painting table in front of him.

"Hahahahaha, it's ridiculous... From the beginning, I knew...but I still have to lie to myself..."

"There is nothing that I wanted to protect..."

"Even if I die, I can't go to your side."

"Without you, I'm just an idiot who knows nothing but drawing and has no power to restrain a chicken!"

Taking out a worn-out paintbrush and ordinary white paper from under the table, Tokugawa Yoshinen supported the desk with one hand, and with the other hand in pain, he firmly wrote down the pen.

It seemed that something was gnawing at him silently, making him suffer from incomparable pain.

Even every tiny movement is accompanied by trembling from the soul.

"Already, that's enough...Fang Nian."

The pretty girl in kimono gently hugged him from behind, accompanied by the pink cherry blossom rain.

"Orange..."

With the skillful hand drawing and swiping like rain, the six terrifying big eyes on Tokugawa Yoshinen's face and the huge gap in his throat have disappeared.

Only a thin young man in his twenties with tears in his eyes and a haggard complexion remained.

Although more than sixty years of time have been wasted, from the moment she left, his time, just like the painting tools and blank paper he used before, was frozen forever.

"sorry!!!!"

"You have always been with me..."

"When you're alone... when you're in pain... when you need help... when you're gone..."

"...I can't be by your side at all!"

The words buried in the bottom of my heart for hundreds of years finally blurted out at this moment.

"It doesn't matter... No matter what you become, you are my husband..."

The girl in kimono hugged him tightly from behind, allowing him to wave the paintbrush in front of him.

"Although I can't accompany you to watch every Obon Festival fireworks, I can't take you to the other side..."

"But I'll be with you... just like, always..."

In this situation, the two seem to have returned to the dilapidated studio back then, and she quietly accompanied him to paint.

"Unexpectedly, my last painting "No Miserable Painting"..."

Tokugawa Yoshinen's body, in the dark red silent flame, drifted into dots of ashes and fell towards the surroundings of the platform.

"...The one who drew it was actually myself."

In an instant, without a sound, Tokugawa Yoshinen completely disappeared into the flames.

"It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself, but it is difficult for a doctor to heal himself..."

The black fine ash rose with resentment, accompanied by a soft sigh, echoing in front of the empty painting table.

"...Your Excellency saves all beings by yourself, but have you ever thought about who can save you?"

On the wet drawing paper, there is a young man wearing a kimono with a half-month-old hair, lying in the flowers of the other side blooming like blood.

Dark red flames lingered on his body, and countless evil spirits were biting him.

But he, who is in the center of the picture, has an expression of peace and contentment on his face.

Because, his hand was tightly holding a petite girl beside him.

In the corner of the screen, there is a line of beautiful small characters written.

"Hate me, love me, and my true love are all by my side, and I have no regrets...Tokugawa Yoshinen's masterpiece"

This is the first and last time in Tokugawa Yoshinen's "No Mie-e", a smiling victim appeared.