I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Young people work so hard. If I, an old man, don't work hard, I'm afraid I don't even have the right to be called 'President (Deputy)'!"

The person who appeared was Hiroshi Toda who was on roller skating, his glasses and the Mediterranean Sea seemed to be releasing a "sun fist" in the firelight, shining enough to blind ordinary people...

"Abe-kun, this old man is here to save you...uh..."

He galloped to the side of Abe Temple at the bottom of the pit in a radiant manner, glanced warily at Asagiri beside him, then hugged Abe Temple, half of his body sunk in the soil like pulling a carrot, and pulled it out forcefully...

"So... so tight... so heavy... I can't pull it out at all..."

Hiroshi Changtian found that he couldn't pull out Abeji Temple, who was half buried in the ground and unconscious.

"It's over, it's over, the rescue plan has neglected the most critical link..."

Yamada Kengo, with hope in his eyes, instantly turned gray.

"Vice President Chang Tian, ​​he has no power to restrain a chicken!!!"

All the way to wipe out many earth-bound spirits one after another, making everyone ignore an obvious fact.

From a purely physical point of view, Tokita Hiroshi is just a middle-aged "puff man" in his forties with a thin body and a bulging belly.

Even if there is no huge pit below, it would be extremely difficult for him to carry Abeji, who is all limp.

"Hey...hehehe...at this point, I can only sacrifice this one..."

Hiding his embarrassment with a sneer, Hiroshi Tokata, like a social animal returning home from get off work, took off the tie around his neck with one hand...

"The 'out-of-print magic necktie' that has been treasured for ten years, prayed day and night, and never left..."

With his other hand, he reached into the mountaineering bag behind him, and pulled out a 1.8 meter long knife with a curved hook on the tail and a surge of aura from the runes on the blade...

"With the 12 processes, 18 times of fire, 10,000 times of personal forging at a high temperature of 1,000 degrees, until the knife is as bright as a mirror, it can be cast..."

"Vice President Tsukita... When you said this long and stinky TV shopping commercial, I was receiving a 'free full body hair removal' service! 』

Chang Tian Hiroshi did not draw the sword and cut it as Yamada Kengo expected, but hid behind him, took off the tie in his hand, and wrapped it around the 1.8 meter sword leisurely...

"... I will teach you the indestructible corporate culture of "Spiritual Xiangtanshe" that has been established for ten years..."

"company culture? ! 』

Kengo Yamada looked closely, and found that the back of the tie was covered with tens of thousands of Shinto mantras as thin as a cow's hair!

"boom!"

During the few seconds of delay, the bull ghost punched him down again.

Yamada Kengo hastily adjusted his posture and took another punch with difficulty...

"Uh, ah ah, what are you still rubbing, the high guys in these few floors are about to crush us!"

After being hit so hard, the cracks on the golden light of his body shield were as dense as the lines on the surface of a cantaloupe, and they were about to fall apart.

"The corporate culture of "Spiritual Talking Club" is...except for the spiritual world, and never judge heroes by size and talent..."

Behind him, Tokita Hiroshi lightly raised his glasses, as if he was doing a blessing dance, solemnly raised the long knife in his hand that was tightly wrapped by the mantra tie...

"He will be his chief..."

Then, at a leisurely pace, he slashed feebly at the bull ghost above him.

"...I castrate myself!!!"

The tie wrapped around the long knife turned into a bit of gravel like weathering at the moment it was swung, bringing his thoughts back to the best time ever...

...

Ten years ago, Tokyo Metropolis, Saitama Prefecture, and Wako City.

"I'm back."

The rent is cheap, but you can arrive in a cheap rental house in Tokyo within an hour. The thin-faced, thick-haired man with glasses said this in a voice that he could only hear, then gently closed the door and sat on the entrance steps.

Loosen the tie, unbutton the first button of the shirt, take a deep breath of free air, and then put on comfortable slippers...

This is like a series of "self-healing rituals" after get off work every day, and he is so proficient that it only takes ten seconds to complete.

"Dad, you're back!"

A chubby little girl about five years old came up to him with lively footsteps of "dong dong dong".

"Xiao Kui, why haven't you slept yet... Hurry up and give Dad a hug!"

"Well, wait a minute...hehe, Dad's beard is so prickly..."

Picking up his daughter, the man rubbed his scum-covered chin on that fleshy little face as if taking drugs.

Only at this moment, the oppressive atmosphere in the company, the never-ending overtime, the endless calls and the overwhelming information all disappeared in his world.

"Here!"

After finally breaking free from the man's arms, the little girl carefully handed him a small box wrapped in gift paper.

"What...is this a gift?"

The man took the carton curiously, gently unpacked the surface, and opened the lid...

"Today is...Father's Day... This is on the way Mom picked me up and helped Dad choose... Mom said that Dad hasn't bought a new tie for a long time, and he will be looked down upon by his colleagues!"

"Oh, Father's Day? It's really a nice tie... However, everyone in the company wears the same tie, so there's no need to buy a new one..."

Inside the carton was a very ordinary tie.

"After all, our goal now is to save enough down payment for Xiaokui to live in her own big house with a yard!"

Saying this, in the expectant eyes of his daughter, the man tied the new tie around his neck with tears in his eyes.

"It's very suitable, Xiaokui really knows how to choose!"

"Very good!"

"Woo... Xiaokui... woo woo woo... Dad will definitely wear this tie and work seriously!"

"Here... Dad is still crying at such an age, how embarrassing!"

...

"Xiaokui...although she is still a very useless adult until now, but Dad never gave up and has been working hard..."

When Changtian Hiroshi came back to his senses, the sword that had been prepared for a long time had been completely cut out.

"Father used this gift here for his companion, you must be happy too, right?"

However, the blade in his hand obviously didn't even touch the flames around the bull ghost.

"Vice President Chang Tian, ​​you, you are just gesticulating casually, what kind of momentum are you going for?!"

Looking at the unscathed bull ghost in front of him, Yamada Kengo, who was wearing iron pants and a collar and was naked against the flaming giant fist, was furious, expressing his great dissatisfaction with Hiroshi Tsuneda's behavior of "working without effort".

That's right, with Hiroshi Changtian's height, even if the 1.8-meter broadsword in his hand was doubled, it would not be able to reach the "third leg" of the mansion-like bull ghost in front of him.

In closed training outside, I also encountered that the laptop is broken. If it is not repaired tomorrow, it may not be able to be updated.