I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"It's obviously just a dead house young master who will starve to death if no one delivers three meals a day..."

Wearing ill-fitting clothes, sitting alone in the driver's seat and operating the bus with no one caring, a certain "uncle driver" is staring at Fujiwara Takumi with a look of resentment and contempt: "He secretly betrayed him a long time ago." Our FFF group has booked such a young, beautiful, and wealthy JK as our fiancée... Ugh!"

The next second, behind the seat, a small hand from a witch quietly pinched someone's elbow.

"Idiot, just a bus driver, look ahead for me..."

Seeing Araki Sousuke deflated, Fujiwara Takumi's embarrassment disappeared immediately.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Suddenly, an extremely familiar piercing exhaust sound sounded outside the car window from far to near.

"Oh, Sengoku warrior, I almost forgot about you?!"

What rushed out from the pure black snowflakes was a warrior from the Warring States Period who was covered in flames!

"Look, the one on the back of the car is... Shisuke... and... that cultist?!"

This "unmanned" black heavy-duty snowmobile carried two unconscious figures on its back.

"Zongjie, open the door...quick...help me carry it!"

Fujiwara Takumi struggled to open the door, and together with several boys, carried the two of them into the car and placed them in the rear three rows of the bus.

There, several students and the uncle driver were lying unconscious due to bumps, shocks, etc...

"There is still breath... wait, this is..."

"Ah!!! The appearance of this person is so scary..."

"Are you sure this is still a human?!"

After lifting the two to their seats, everyone noticed the terrifying appearance of Ichisuke with black face and fangs, like a ghost bear.

In addition, the skinny Sangoro Biekai in white robes next door to him is like a pair of black and white ghosts.

"Roar……"

The next second, Shisuke, who was lying on the seat, opened his scarlet eyes with a low bark!

"Ichisuke, you...uh..."

Intimidated by the murderous intent in the opponent's eyes, Fujiwara Takumi slipped and fell backwards...

"call."

But just right, it dodged the opponent's sharp claws passing from the front of the throat!

"calm down!"

Takumi Fujiwara, who fell to the ground, grabbed Ichisuke's ankle in a skillful way that made people feel distressed.

"Hoo... ph... ph..."

Covered with majestic golden chrysanthemum patterns, Ichisuke suddenly fell limply to the ground, and the beast-like features of his whole body began to fade little by little.

"City assistant, city assistant, wake up!"

"I... I remember, I was hiding from an avalanche..."

Under Fujiwara Takumi's constant shaking, Ichisuke's vague consciousness gathered together with difficulty: "It's this snow... Be careful, under the stimulation of this resentful snow, Utali will become a real monster..."

"Resentment snow? A real monster? Finish your sentence..."

After saying this, he fainted again under the severe headache.

"Bah bah!!!"

Suddenly, the uncle driver who was lying behind the city assistant let out a low, hoarse bark that was not human!

"Look, uncle driver, he's not quite right!"

I saw that the uncle's face was covered with thick fluff like mushrooms after a spring rain, and the original square Chinese character face became sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked, and he looked like a big monkey.

"This is... Chuanyuan?!"

Just as Fujiwara Takumi was about to reach out to grab the other party, the uncle driver opened his eyes and climbed onto the roof nimbly like an animal...

"Squeak!"

"ah!!!!"

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, this honest and talkative Hokkaido uncle just hunched over, hung upside down on the ceiling, and rushed towards the driver's seat that originally belonged to him.

"Mr. Araki, be careful!"

Xiaoniao Youzhengyu just wanted to get up, but was blocked by the seat belt on her chest...

"I've said it all, I don't look down on you, but now I'm the only one who can drive this car, and I really can't spare... You should ride yourself first, and when you return to Hakodate, Master Takumi will bleed a little, and I will give you the best car." oil, make the best oil maintenance...huh?"

Araki Sousuke, who was still dealing with the "complaints" of the Sengoku warriors who were walking side by side outside the car, turned around when he heard the sound, and met face to face with the uncle driver who was hanging upside down from the top of the car...

"Where is the evildoer?!"

Suddenly, a distorted monkey face appeared in his line of sight, forcing Araki Sousuke to immediately activate his instinct as the "Yokohama head pillar", and hit the opponent's forehead with a head hammer.

"Ugh!"

The uncle driver suddenly screamed, fell from the roof of the car, and fell unconscious again.

However, being bumped by Araki Sousuke, the animal fur all over his body shrank back anyway.

"Here, what's going on...why did the driver suddenly turn into a monster..."

In the quiet car, the emotion called "panic" began to ferment silently.

"Hey hey, I'm afraid this person doesn't know, but Utaly's blood is actually flowing in his body?!"

In the last row, Sangoro's sneer could be heard.

"ah!!!"

"This voice, and this clothes... I remembered, he, he is the monster flying in the sky!"

"And we almost fell into the crater, thanks to him!"

Hearing this hoarse and soft voice, and looking at the familiar white robe on the opponent, everyone recalled that at the entrance of the Changwen Tunnel, the masked man who stretched his icy wings and sent them back to hell after escaping from the sky.

"Don't panic, everyone, he can't do anything with us here."

He grabbed Sangoro by the collar, even the good-natured Takumi Fujiwara showed no mercy to him.

"Tell me, framing this bus, and this volcanic eruption and black snow... What exactly are you Aum Shinrikai planning?!"

Covered with golden chrysanthemum patterns, Sangoro's already weak body was discernible, and he trembled under the might of the gods.

"In the snow of resentment, all half-demons will awaken because of their blood and become pure monsters... The purer the blood, the sooner they will awaken..."

But his eyes stared straight at each other without fear.

"Stop talking nonsense! How can I stop this snow?!"

Fujiwara Takumi frowned, and the output of divine power in his hands became more and more majestic.

"Stop? It's too late... This is God's punishment! The whole of Hokkaido will soon be buried under the snow... It will be turned into a paradise where strangers should not get close and demons and monsters will be!"

However, looking at Sangoro's eyes, the cold stubbornness that only belongs to the Ainu people became more and more intense.

"Your Majesty, if you want to solve the current problem, it is very simple...kill me...kill all the people in Hokkaido who are like me and flow with the blood of Utaly..."

Immediately afterwards, he looked in the direction of the front of the car meaningfully: "Jie Jie Jie Jie... By the way, it's not just us Utali people..."

"Any user of 'divine power' will become a demon who chooses and devours people because of the sudden increase in power!"