I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Under the whirling snow of resentment, Goryokaku, which is constantly releasing resentment, is like a black pentagram on the earth.

A group of samurai, all covered in black, armed with knives and guns, are orderly distributed at the three gates and five sharp corners of Goryokaku and other important defensive positions.

"Wrap up, round up, caged bird"

The immature, low-pitched nursery rhymes without ups and downs are echoing melodiously over this pentagram-shaped fortress.

Under the cherry blossom trees all over the periphery of the "Pentagram", countless black figures lined up in square formations are quietly fighting with a series of petite girl dolls that are as fast as ghosts and ghosts.

"When and when will you come out, in the dark night of dawn"

Although these puppets are fast and their sharp hands and feet can easily cut through spirit bodies, they are no match for these Wraith Warriors with tacit cooperation and extraordinary swordsmanship when it comes to fighting in frontal battles.

However, at the critical moment of the confrontation, there will be pervasive slender black hair, winding up along the body of the wraith warriors, locking their movements...

It only takes a moment to pause, and they will be cut to pieces by the crowd of puppets passing by.

"The white crane and the tortoise slipped, who is right behind?"

Seen from above, this sea-black, inexhaustible hair has covered the entire grassland around Goryokaku, sheltering these petite dolls, and will most of the wraith warriors who want to march out of the city Turned into a caged bird that couldn't move an inch...

And the central point where the hair spreads is located on the arch bridge across the moat to the south.

"Be careful, a team is coming from the direction of three o'clock, shoot!!!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

On the bridge, Sen Luosi is leading dozens of team members to stop the wraith warriors who are trying to charge onto the bridge with black hair from outside the city.

"hiss……"

A black bullet shot by a wraith warrior passed through his abdomen, Sen Luosi snorted coldly and fell to his knees.

"Vice Captain, how are you doing?!"

"Don't worry about me, how about the ammunition reserves?!"

He lifted his robe and saw that a large hole had been corroded on the inner protective clothing of the spirit detective, exposing the dark blue skin underneath.

"According to the current consumption situation, it can last for about 20 minutes!"

"Tsk, these guys can't be killed no matter how hard they are... Shoot precisely, don't hurt the doll!"

"yes!"

Regardless of the injuries on his body, Sen Luosi simply sat on the ground and continued to shoot at the approaching Wraith Warrior with his gun.

Whenever a wraith warrior dissipates under the attack of dolls or spiritual bullets, under the densely packed cherry blossom trees beside the moat, a brand new black figure will break out of the ground and go into battle again.

As for those petite puppets, as long as they are not completely chopped into pieces, their damaged limbs and bodies will slowly recover under the snow of resentment.

Immortal puppets and endless warriors are fighting endlessly outside Goryokaku, like an endless purgatory that will never reincarnate.

"Idiot uncles, if you want to leave now, I can help you open a way..."

Looking carefully, behind the team members, there is a petite doll in a black floral kimono and a ceramic face.

The weird black hair that blocked the entire Goryokaku was wriggling down from her head and spreading along the ground...

"If the other two 'theatre-watching' guys in the city do the same, I won't be able to control you... Aju warned with a serious expression."

It was at the critical moment that Japan's popular horror doll, the "Akiku Doll", rescued Mori Rossi and his party from Okita Souji.

"Although I don't know why Miss Aju wanted to save us...but no matter what, we can't abandon you now!"

"That's right, although I, Sen Luosi, hate the existence of resentful spirits the most in my life, I will never be a person who is greedy for life, afraid of death, and ungrateful!"

"Besides, if you don't get rid of the guys in this city...there should be nowhere to escape in Hokkaido right now?"

The team members standing against her back still focused on aiming and shooting, without any intention of retreating.

"Miss Aju, chatting with others during the competition is very rude..."

Behind the city gate blocked by black hair, a young man's cold voice sounded.

"It seems that I have to show some real skills."

The sharp light of the knife passed by, and the thick black hair blocking the city gate broke off one after another, creating a gap.

"How about this sword?"

The handsome young man who was as swift as the wind and with a bright smile flitted out together with the light of the knife, holding a thin sword towards everyone's necks...

"Remember, those who take heads like you have a natural flow of mind, so does Soujiro Okita!"

It is the ghost who cuts people like mowing grass while talking and laughing, Okita Souji!

"Brother Yongji said when he left that Aju is no longer a little girl..."

The thick long hair on both sides swept like a wave, turning into a huge "X", directly tied up the Okita Souji who had just appeared, and threw him back into the city...

"Aju has grown up, and she is an adult who has the same responsibility as Brother Yongji and can take care of herself and others... Aju said with an angry expression."

Under the expressionless gaze of the "Aju Doll", the wide city gate was once again tightly blocked by black hair.

"Tsk, this little girl is too stubborn!"

Behind the city gate, Director Okita chopped off the endless black hair on his body with a sword, and his crescent-like eyes twitched slightly.

I don't remember anymore, this is the first time after I broke through, I was blocked back from the gate of the city by this inexhaustible long and flexible hair.

"Hehehe, Soujiro, you've been ill in Ueki House for 150 years, your 'Chrysanthemum Ichimonji Nozomune' is so rusted that you can't even cut off the little girl's hair?"

Behind him, the tall and burly Isamu Kondo, with his hands crossed in his sleeves, looked at the thick long hair at the gate with interest.

"Smack, hair, not ordinary hair... little girl, not ordinary little girl... chrysanthemum is one word, and it's not the chrysanthemum one word back then..."

As Okita Souji focused his gaze, the endless, slowly wriggling strands of black hair magnified infinitely in his sight, turning into a condensed power of ghosts and gods!

"This fake imitated from memory and resentment is indeed not as useful as the real thing... If I had known it would be used today, I wouldn't have asked Yamazaki to send the child back."

Okita Souji glanced at the black and slender sword in his hand, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"Besides, my 'Jiuyiwenzizong' is obviously a 'stolen item' bought from a knife house together with Mr. Kondo and your 'Nagaso Mikotoru' for a total of fifty taels?"

"Damn it, you can't talk about that matter until you die! Don't waste time, let me help you deal with this annoying little girl..."

A primitive wakizashi with a blade about half a foot long was unsheathed from Isamu Kondo's wide sleeve robe.

"No need, it's not in line with samurai to bully an unarmed little girl. Mr. Kondo, you and Mr. Hijikata don't care about me..."

Mr. Okita shook his head, and the slender "Jiuichimonjizongzong" in his hand twisted and fluctuated like a reflection in the water, and turned into a simple sword about two feet four inches long with a broken tip.

"I'll get rid of this place soon and come join you."