I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"What are you doing, why don't you do it?!"

"Number Seven" looked back, and the image of the four "powerful teammates" who appeared from the white mist became clearer in her eyes...

"Number 8" whose body was frozen by frost, and "Number 13" whose whole body was scorched black...

"No... don't... stop... woo woo woo..."

"Dead, deceased, deceased... ah ah ah ah..."

And the "No. 15" and "No. 18" who were embracing each other limply, still howling fiercely in the pink Buddha light, exuding a scorching and pungent aura.

"How could it be so embarrassing..."

Looking at the messy scene in front of him, where the entire army was almost wiped out, "No. 7" stared blankly, unable to accept it for a while.

"Those two spirit removers are so powerful?!"

They are also "God's Blessed Ones" of the Aum Shinrikyo. Because of their similar tragic pasts and common hatred for men, they formed an alliance a few years ago as the "Women Enemies Alliance". Sacrifice".

"No. 7" is naturally clear about the strength of these companions.

Hiding in this "mirage" that can make the enemy lost and divide the space, they smeared their eyes with their own blood, and they can see things without hindrance.

But this time, both of them failed? !

"Not good...that guy..."

In a trance, "Number Seven" suddenly remembered someone who was still standing at the door, and quickly looked over vigilantly.

"Eminent monk Araki, I advise you not to act rashly!"

When she confirmed that the "named sacrifice" of this trip, the "eminent monk" of Kawasaki Daishiji Temple, was still obediently staying at the door because of the hostage relationship, she was relieved.

At least, the lives of these guys are still alive.

As long as Sousuke Araki is coerced away with hostages, the goal of this trip is basically achieved.

Hmph, these guys who lost the chain at the critical moment still have to rely on themselves to stabilize the overall situation.

"etc……"

While his thoughts were flying, "Number Seven" suddenly noticed that Araki Sousuke turned around at some point and turned his back to him defenselessly...

Not only that, but the eminent monk also bowed his hips and bowed ninety degrees outside the door, posing a subtle gesture of "please enter the urn".

"No. 15, No. 18, stop calling... you guys, what's wrong?!"

Could it be that the imaginative singing of "No. 15" and "No. 18" was too intense, making the little monk feel embarrassed?

"Shhhhh..."

Before he finished speaking, "Number Seven" twitched his nose slightly, and his body froze in place...

In the fog-filled main hall, a strange aura mixed in at some point.

Even the originally pure white mist seemed to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye because of some kind of chaotic atmosphere.

"Uh..."

Shrouded in this colorless and formless chaotic atmosphere, "No. 18" and "No. 15", who had climbed the peak in the endless stimulation and kept convulsing, groaned as if they were relieved, and passed out.

"This, what does this taste like..."

"Ugh... who, who let it go..."

Before the other three people could react, their olfactory systems were already occupied by the stench that instantly entered the nasal cavity, and they couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

This indescribable taste seems to be comparable to mixing canned herring, rotten eggs, stinky tofu, Alla Rambo cheese, and sour bamboo shoots, crushed and then rotted and fermented for a year...

If it's just a bad smell, it's fine.

After the three of them inhaled the strange gas unpreparedly, a burning sensation began to spread unstoppably along the path of oxygen entering the human body...

Nasal cavity, trachea, bronchi, alveoli, capillaries, veins, heart, arteries, capillaries, cells...

Along with this burning sensation comes nausea, panic and pain that originates in every cell of the body.

"Ugh... vomit..."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The three of them knelt down on the ground as if they were suffering from a sudden illness. They felt weakness in their limbs, dizziness and head swelling, chills all over their bodies, nausea and vomiting, and pain all over their bodies...

It felt as if some naturally restrained, extremely domineering cancer cell or virus had invaded his body, igniting endless flames of war in every cell.

"Crack..."

The sound of something shattering resounded in the bodies of several people.

The temple, which was originally filled with mist, suddenly became clear under the dim light.

"I...my divine power...why can't I sense it..."

"What...you too...could it be those spirit removers..."

The "source of divine power" that was supposed to be like an arm and a finger, which had already become the pillar supporting the inner world of several people, suddenly disappeared without a trace, and could no longer sense the slightest trace...

"You... must be you..."

In the panic, the image of Sousuke Araki "bending over to offer the chrysanthemum" with his back turned to him, and the mist that turned yellowish for some reason, flashed in No. 7's mind.

"What did you do to us?!"

When she raised her head angrily and let out a hoarse and desperate roar at the door of the palace, there was no one there.

"...is science."

Behind him, a man's resentful and sullen voice suddenly sounded.

"science?!"

"Number Seven" turned her head in a daze, only to see a face covered in shadows, veins bursting, but blushing with embarrassment, quietly occupying all of her sight.

Behind the man, his "strong teammates" were already foaming at the mouth and fainted on the ground.

"...I'm in it, adding science!"

"59% nitrogen, 20% hydrogen, 9% carbon dioxide, 7% methane, 4% oxygen, and 1% hydrogen sulfide, ammonia and other substances, science! 』

Before her consciousness disappeared, the last picture she saw was the man's hand knife with afterimages, rapidly zooming in before her eyes...

...

On the quiet and deserted street, the white mist that was so dense that it was impossible to see disappeared without warning.

"The fog...has cleared?"

Abeji looked around and found himself at the intersection on the side of the main road in the red light district of Yoshiwara.

At the end of the road in the distance, the Yoshihara Shrine with dim light can be seen faintly.

"Hee hee... Presumably, it is the person who manipulates the mist, what happened?"

The woman's magnetic and hoarse low laugh sounded behind Abeji.

"Who... Junko Kato?!"

Abeji turned his head and found that it was Junko Kato who came not far behind him at some point.

Under the clear moonlight, her magnificent and undulating curves are clearly exposed to Abeji's eyes.

On the white and greasy skin, a large area of ​​dried and coagulated blood added a touch of poignancy and weakness to this scorching scene.