I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

A minute ago, "Yoshihara Yanshang" disappeared, in the middle of the long street.

"give up……"

The shattered pieces of meat gradually reorganized into a giant bull ghost more than ten meters high amidst the flashing fire.

"call……"

Slowly exhaling a foul breath, Matatoshi Yagyu, who was less than the knee of the bull ghost, swung his saber again...

"Zheng."

In the shadow of swords and swords, the cow ghost that had been reorganized turned into a puddle of minced meat again.

Two-day first-class, final form, and zero Tianyuan.

"It's useless, Matajuro, you know..."

Nestling behind Yagyu Matajurou, the pale oiran Asagari, wearing a purple kimono, comforted weakly.

"She's right... Just like back then, no matter how many times, I will be resurrected in the fire together with the inextinguishable desire in the human heart!"

Between the flickering and dimming of the fire, those huge chunks of meat kept wriggling and slowly gathered together...

"Hahahaha, even if you were the number one swordsman in Edo, how many times can you strike with such a kendo?!"

Amidst the wild laughter of the bull ghost, Yagyu Matajuro was panting more and more heavily, and his figure began to flicker, revealing Abeji's comatose face with his eyes closed from time to time.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can stand in front of you for a second, I will continue to strike the knife without hesitation and death..."

Liu Shengyou Shoulang drew his sword and cut again, the body of the bull ghost that had just taken shape collapsed to the ground for unknown times.

"...What's more, in front of these juniors, you can't lose face!"

Not far behind Asagiri, Yamada Kengo slumped down in embarrassment, wearing Hiroshi Tsuneda's suit and Meteorite underwear.

"Wang woo woo, it's really not reconciled that I can only rely on the glory of my ancestors..."

At this moment, his scorched skin was as silky as if he had taken a "free hair removal" package, and his whole body was trembling constantly due to the exhaustion.

"Yamada-kun, facing this kind of guy who has the home court advantage, it's already amazing to be able to survive until now..."

Not far from him was Toda Hiroshi who was also exhausted and recovering quickly.

"Huh, it's different from you guys who are devastated... Ton, ton, ton, ton..."

Among the ruins behind them is Niya who is kneeling on the ground, holding a copper pot in her hand, and drinking with her head up.

"This lady only needs three more minutes to fill her body with milk and stand up again!"

Although her tone sounded relaxed, her slightly trembling hands and long hair that was so wet to her scalp were silently describing her terrible state.

Within a few hours, she used high-intensity spells such as "Crown of False Name", "Resurrection of Real Name" and "Holy Light", and drank "Maria's Juice" several times. Now she feels as if she has run away. Marathons are generally exhausting.

Even if it is "Maria's juice", it is impossible to restore the spiritual power of the caster repeatedly like a perpetual motion machine, and the effect will only be weakened again and again.

In essence, this is the same as Yamada Kengo's "Zangjia Art", which is an overdraft of the source of life.

"Three minutes... sorry... just now, it was my last knife..."

As if hearing Niya's words, Yagyu Matajuro laughed at himself.

"This last bit of 'power of existence', please allow me to be selfish."

No longer looking at the bull ghost, he put the saber back into its sheath, and slowly turned around to embrace Chao Wu behind him.

"Although I have been late for too long... There are thousands of mountains and rivers and thousands of purples and reds that I couldn't go to see with you..."

His figure flickered more and more frequently, and Abeji's face gradually became clear...

"At least, at this last moment, let me hug you quietly, okay?"

"Youjuro... all this is not your fault..."

Zhao Wu shook his head slightly, then nodded lightly, choked speechlessly, and caressed the face of the man in front of him with his eyes fascinated.

"... In this life, I have joined hands with the king, Zhaowu, and I am satisfied."

The moment Yagyu Matajurou's face completely disappeared...

"On the day I met the king again, a young man in Yushu Linfeng..."

Asagiri's body also glowed with white fluorescence.

"So, very good."

"Success, become a Buddha?!"

"Hey, I'm very touched, but it's a bit..."

Seeing this extremely familiar crystal white light, the eyes of the three people on the side were filled with emotion, and they forgot the desperate situation in front of them.

"How could...after all this..."

As if stimulated by the excessive amount of dog food in this scene, the pile of forgotten meat squirmed crazily and reorganized faster...

"You little bitch, what qualifications do you have to become a Buddha alone?!"

This bull ghost, who had been reborn countless times tonight, once again rose from the ground amidst the blood and flesh, and let out an unwilling roar!

A burst of lust ignited the gorgeous kimono on Chaogiri's body, but it couldn't eliminate the white light on her body.

"Be careful... this dress..."

One last glance at the three people with sluggish faces, the morning mist of Buddhahood dissipated little by little in the white light...

The former number one swordsman in Edo, Matajuro Yanagyu and the number one oiran in Yoshiwara, Asagiri, just dropped out the dog food abruptly and logged out ahead of time.

Only Abeji was left unconscious and limp on the ground...

And, the purple kimono that fell to the ground in the flames.

"This is... the end..."

Exhausted of spiritual power and powerless to stop all this, Yamada Kengo and Tsuneda Hiroshi could only kneel on the ground numbly, watching this immortal bull ghost take another earth-shattering footstep...

"What are you two looking at, don't you run away and wait for the burnt hamburger meat..."

Niya, who recovered part of her spiritual power first, stepped on the boots of Hermes, and appeared behind Abe Temple as fast as a ghost, and grabbed his collar...

"Damn it... this guy is much heavier than it looks..."

But because of lack of strength, he couldn't pull the unconscious adult man in front of him at all.

"No need, hurry up and meet Senior Araki! Tell him for me, you can no longer accept whips in front of him..."

"That's right, if you are incapable of fighting, at least take out the information inside, don't let us sacrifice in vain..."

"Be sure to tell President Tokimoto that I, Hiroshi Tsukida, have fought bravely to the last moment! It's a pity that I haven't been able to decipher the profound meaning of 'becoming a Buddha', so I have to...』

Faced with the giant hoof that the bull-headed ghost stepped on and was about to cover everyone, Hiroshi Tsuneda and Kengo Yamada burst into tears, talked nonsense, embraced and wept...

"It's so noisy, shut up all of them!!!"

"If you have time to pollute my ears with these last words of unknown meaning, why don't you stand up and talk to me face to face!" 』

Niya gritted her teeth and dragged Abeji back desperately...

At the very moment, the bull-headed ghost who was about to destroy everything suddenly froze in his footsteps...

"No...uh ah ah..."

A horrifying howl suddenly came from His mouth, forming three simultaneous overlapping sounds with another voice, echoing throughout "Yoshihara Yanshang".