I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Phew, luckily I caught up... I almost spit out my lungs from running..."

Seeing the woman in white turned into white light and completely dissipated, Araki Sosuke's tense face relaxed.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out for a cigarette, only to realize that his sweatpants had exploded into a mop shape, and there was no such thing as a "trouser pocket".

"How about it, it feels great... As a reward, I can let you carry it all the way back to the research institute."

"Don't, stop joking..."

Immediately, Hanyu Mai's breath in his ear and the plump and soft touch on his arm made him put the opponent back to the ground with fear like an electric shock.

"In the face of this terrifying 'human wave', the only person who has the guts to set up a 'marriage flag' is you..."

"Hmph, who said I was..."

"Wait, Yu, Hanyu-san..."

Looking directly at Mai Hanyu who was combing her messy hair, Araki Sousuke suddenly got stuck in his throat full of complaints.

"This thing... what is this?!"

With dilated nostrils and a flushed face, he stretched out his index finger obscenely, pointing at the unbearable weight of Hanyu Mai's life.

"Could it be that you are possessed by some strange vengeful spirit? 』

Standing in the unfathomable Mariana Trench is a reflective black cylinder like a lighthouse on the sea.

A strong resentment is lingering on it.

"Crack."

Araki Sousuke pointed out that the SLR lens, which was buried deep under the trench and had been in an "extended" state, suddenly retracted under the sea level amidst the sound of the shutter.

"Yeah, darling, darling, it's okay..."

Seeing this scene, Mai Hanyu smiled coquettishly and caressed the thick black SLR camera on her chest as if comforting a baby.

"Don't scare our baby 'Zhen Zhen Jiang'!"

"ha?"

"T-True sauce? ! us? ! baby? ! 』

Facing the bloody and cranky scene in front of him, Araki Sousuke looked at a loss.

"That's right, 'True Sauce', but it's the fruit of our joint efforts."

"effort? crystallization? 』

Speaking of this, a blush appeared on Hanyu Wuqiao's face: "Why, after doing such and such a thing, now that things have happened, do you want to turn your face and deny anyone... Dad?"

"Dad, dad, dad... dad?!"

Hearing this word, Araki Sousuke's jaw instantly dropped to the position of Adam's apple.

"Wait, what does it have to do with me... No matter how you look at it, this thing is just a SLR camera that has turned into a fusangshen?!"

"Also, when, in what posture, and for how long did I 'work hard'? Why don't I have any memory to recall...』

"What are you talking about, Dad, look, this child looks exactly like you, no matter in color, size or texture..."

Mai Hanyu gently shook the "Eye of Reality" in the posture of holding a baby.

"Ahem, that's the only thing I don't deny... No, that's not what I want to talk about. Since when can a SLR lens be called 'this kid'?!"

『Also, Hanyu-san, you’re blushing like a bubble teapot, things like ‘working hard to create a single-lens reflex lens’ have completely crossed the boundary between living and non-living things, and overturned Darwin’s coffin! 』

"Boom...boom..."

In the quiet tunnel, only the panicked words of Araki Sousuke and the weak engine sound of the Sengoku samurai lying on the ground protesting.

"I always feel like I've forgotten something important?"

Looking at the chaotic crowd in front of him, Kou Yumaumi tilted his head in doubt.

...

"I heard that you applied to the patriarch to go to the ninth lesson, and plan to lead those laymen to play house?"

In the pale corridor, Mochizuki, who was wearing a camouflage uniform and sunglasses, with his arms folded around his chest, had his usual stern expression on the corner of his mouth.

"The loyal dogs in Yinyangliao are only responsible for dealing with the 'state affairs' related to the royal family. There is no corresponding official organization to deal with ordinary resentful spirits..."

"Although the working environment and content of the Metropolitan Police Department are not as dangerous as the Middle East peacekeeping mission you are in, they cannot be described as 'playing house'."

Standing opposite him was a blond girl with twin ponytails who was petite and immature like a primary school student.

"And, there, maybe you can find clues about those things back then."

"Hmph, if that's the case, then I'll tell that old guy that I won't go to Lesson 9... Anyway, a place like the battlefield is suitable for me."

Having said that, Wangyue Che looked down at his bandaged arm, and quietly frowned his brows.

"As for your parents and my parents... That insidious old guy knows the best, but he never mentions it with such foolish words as 'secret' and 'protection'..."

"It's okay, I will rely on my own strength to figure things out one by one."

The petite blond girl lowered her head, making her expression hard to see.

"It's you yourself, don't hang up on the battlefield in advance on the day I find out the truth."

But in her seemingly cold words, there was an overwhelming worry.

"Hey, don't worry, my life is on the line..."

"One day, I will become strong enough to establish my own power and replace that old guy's patriarch!"

That's right...my life...is tough! ! !

Under the rubble, Wangyue Che, whose upper body was bare and only half of his face was exposed, opened his eyes wide open like a ghost revived without any warning.

After hearing that girl Ayano had an accident, I specially transferred back from the Middle East, not to end up here...

If even I fall...

Who else……

Come to save the Mochizuki clan controlled by that old guy!

"Om..."

In the ruins not far from him, a sharp buzzer kept calling his consciousness like an alarm clock.

"Tokugawa Yoshinen, and those ghosts..."

What unfolded in front of Wangyueche was the dead and silent Xianshouyuan tomb under the light of green moss.

"That's right, Shuten-douji!"

Thinking of something suddenly, Wang Yueche turned pale, and reached out to touch his buttocks.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the pants were still there, that there were no suspicious holes, that the structure of a certain part was still intact, and that he didn't feel any subtle pain or emptiness.

"It's too quiet here."

If it weren't for the collapsed Edo buildings like ruins and the skinny right arm in front of him, he would have thought that the man-made tomb keeper Yoshinen Tokugawa, the indomitable Shuten Doji and the ghosts in the painting were all the same. is a dream.

"Boom...boom..."

At this moment, the surrounding buildings were shaking like an earthquake.

Countless dust and debris are falling down bit by bit.

Losing the source of power, this hidden place is collapsing bit by bit.