I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

High city barriers slid in like organs, blocking the way forward, as if they wanted to cooperate with the siege and interception of the warrior phalanx.

"Whatever it is, just rush and finish!"

Facing the sudden obstacles, Sousuke Araki, who was lying on the back of the warrior of the Warring States Period and holding the July Rain, turned his hands into afterimages, and once again set off a gust of "gale wind"...

"Break it!"

The ice wall rising from the ground was instantly shattered by the invisible blade light!

A whole team of ice sculpture warriors has long been waiting at the gap behind the ice wall...

"……break!"

The warriors of the Warring States roared past, countless crystal heads and stumps soared into the sky in the wind!

In the next second, the city walls of Chongyong with hundreds of pheasants and row upon row of houses moved horizontally and joined together from all around, blocking the way of the sled...

"It's over, it's over, so many walls... Whosyourdaddy!"

Seeing that the galloping sleigh is about to turn into meat sauce on the ice wall that is so thick that Araki Sosuke "can't be pierced with a knife", Fujiwara Takumi can only hold the mood of "a dead horse is a living horse doctor", A symbolic addition of "purification"...

"……break!"

Amidst Araki Sousuke's roar, a pair of jet-black "wings" stretched out from his broad back, sweeping towards the surroundings!

"This is the thing in Zongsuke's body?"

"Mountain, mountain god! The mountain god has appeared..."

Looking at the pair of black giant arms with burning runes and burly muscles, Fujiwara Takumi and Ichisuke were stunned, and they had already forgotten the crisis in front of them.

Passed by the dark flames, the disembodied black arm pierced through the body, those finely crafted buildings and vivid warriors seemed to be intact, but they all stopped moving abruptly!

"Kach...Kach..."

In the next second, these ice and snow sculptures seemed to recall their original "identities", and collapsed into a large piece of broken ice amidst the ear-piercing sound of friction.

No time to pay attention to the abnormal shape of these ice sculptures, the fierce locomotives and sleds, crushing the shattered ice crystals and continuing to move forward...

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

In the exclamation of Fujiwara Takumi, the sled followed behind the heavy locomotive, destroying ice-carved buildings and samurai squares like a bulldozer, rampaging like a demolition brigade in this white city...

Araki Sousuke, who rides on a warrior of the Warring States Period, holds the July Rain and has "black wings" on his back, hovers around the sled like a general escorting him, sweeping away all obstacles to his progress.

Wherever it passes, the ice melts!

"Puff, what is that... a shikigami sealed in the body? Or is it the dharmakaya of the Buddhist school?"

Seeing the scene under his feet, No. 2 in the sky still looked like he had the chance to win.

"How rude, this is a beautiful thing that can only be written by holding the hands of ice and snow!"

Because, under his control, the buildings made of ice and snow, densely packed warriors, centered on the moving sled, are continuously emerging from the snow slope...

"Although this style is strong, it should be quite exhausting, right? When your spiritual power is exhausted, you will become an ice sculpture in Songqian City!"

Seen from above, it seemed that the entire ice and snow city and the army were moving with the sledge, like an indestructible frost cage that could never be escaped.

"Uh ha ha ha... No living thing can leave in my everlasting Songqian city!"

...

five minutes later.

"Are you kidding me?!"

In mid-air, "No. 2" looked at the scene below that looked like doomsday ruins, and exclaimed in disbelief.

At this time, the "downhill sled", which was rampant and invincible in the city of ice and snow, had been accelerating down the snow slope and came to a position close to the foot of Mt. Yotei.

Like plants, the "Matsumae Castle" sprouting from the ground on the snow slope and the densely packed ice sculpture warriors are still gathering around the sled...

However, the growth rate seems to be much slower than before.

And Sousuke Araki, who was rushing in front of the sled, looked like a tireless god of immortality.

Whether it's the invisible blade in his hand, or the pair of huge black arms spreading wings on his back, not only the frequency and rhythm of the dancing are not tired at all...

He even displayed various moves of "Wing Chun" and "Bei Chen Yi Dao Style" in different ways, more and more proficiently cutting through the ice sculptures that were in the way around him.

Under the ebb and flow, "No. 2"'s breathing became more and more heavy, and even the ice crystal-like wings were a little dangling.

Even on this battlefield that suits him best, the divine power consumed to create and maintain the "Snow Burial Songqian City" cannot be fully replenished by the resentment in the snowstorm.

"This monster...is there no limit to his spiritual and physical strength? How could it last longer than me..."

Araki Sousuke, who was rampaging below and destroying the ice and snow city and the army, was like a scribbled marker, tearing up his "work" for no reason...

"No. 2"'s current mood is as if he has swallowed kidney function drink, small blue pills, Spanish golden fly, Indian oil, nine hundred and ninety-nine flavored rehmannia pills, mummy powder, cobra blood, and cattle and sheep whip with tears in his eyes. The stewed Shiquan broken waist and big tonic soup, a strong young man who vowed to make the other party cry, but after eighteen times a night, he found that his counterparty was still persevering, persevering, persistent, and tireless...

"I heard that you turned your back on your tribe and received government sponsorship to study at Tama Art University?"

"Ainu people are Ainu people. After studying for a long time, don't you still know how to carve bear's head..."

"Tsk, Ezo, it would be nice to be eligible to sign up for the Ice Sculpture Awards, do you still expect to take a trophy back..."

"Ahahahahaha, you told me this is 'art'? Look at Master Yoshitomo Nara's 'Aomori Dog', that's called art!"

"Bastards... If it weren't for your despicable methods... how could U Tali be abandoned by the gods because we failed to hold the land..."

Touching the scene, the gust of wind in my ears suddenly turned into those stinging words buried deep in my memory...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You vulgar Hezu, that kind of round-headed, round-brained dog that doesn't even have a lower body, what art is it called!"

"No. 2" suddenly covered his ears and roared crazily: "I, only my works can be called art!"

A meticulous figure in a white coat appeared in his eyes...

"Sangoro, I have found the way to the 'new humanity' and join us! You Utali are qualified to live in a new world with the noble blood that was born..."

It was that man who brought new "hope" when he was most decadent and lost.