I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Good job, hard work..."

Kneeling on one knee in front of the doll wreckage, Araki Sosuke stretched out his hand to caress the small ceramic face of the Aju doll that seemed to be smiling but not smiling...

Under the black snow, a burst of white light bloomed at the dark bridgehead.

When he came back to his senses, the torn apart "Aju Doll" had disappeared without a trace.

In the original position, there was a cute girl about three years old, wearing a black floral kimono, combing watermelon hair, and pouty cheeks.

"Go at ease, leave the rest to me!"

Araki Sousuke's palm, which was bigger than her head, was whirling dotingly on her head.

"Is it the Buddha that Aju said, come to bless us?"

"Dad, Mom..."

The fluorescence diffused, and the puppets that surrounded the side all turned into a petite and cute girl with folded hands.

"Aju... finally has her own expression..."

Ignoring the "big evil hands" rubbing madly above her head, Aju, standing in the "crowd", first rubbed her chubby face vigorously, and then began to try to smile, get angry, sad, serious, etc. Various expressions...

"Yong, Brother Yongji?"

Suddenly, she looked behind Araki Sousuke, and big drops of tears began to fill her eyes.

"Are you here... to pick up Aju..."

With a happy smile on her face, A-Ju slowly clasped her hands together in front of her, and together with the girls beside her, they made fireworks and colorful falling flowers.

"Our family, Aju, has been taken care of by the adults. 』

"Aju... is obviously very sensible... so she didn't cause trouble..."

"Don't be naughty, quickly follow me and bow to your lord!" 』

"Aju and Brother Yongji are gone, I will give you this favorite doll as a gift!" 』

In a daze, Sousuke Araki seemed to see a thin middle-aged man holding Aju's head, bowing deeply to him together, and then disappeared into the massive fluorescent lights hand in hand...

After a while, everything at the bridgehead disappeared and returned to darkness again, leaving Araki Sousuke alone.

"kill!!!!"

Under the cherry blossom tree, without the hindrance of black hair, the wraith warriors broke out again, and the thunderous killing sound awakened the dazed Araki Sousuke.

"Recover Hakodate!!!"

"Loyal soul forever..."

In the next second, the countless troops were run over by the black arm like a black train and shattered into a spot of light.

"Hey, next, it's time to visit the real master in the lower city."

Bending down to pick up a "March Doll" wearing a black kimono from the ground, stuffing it inside the coat, Araki Sosuke strode towards the dark Goryokaku without looking back.

...

"Sojiro?"

Outside the northeast gate of Goryokaku, surrounded by an army of samurai, Toshizo Hijikata, who was fighting fiercely with Takumi Fujiwara, suddenly turned his head in disbelief and looked to the south.

"How, how is it possible!"

At that position, Okita Souji, who was originally of the same origin as himself, suddenly disappeared.

It was as if he had never returned.

"What did you guys do to Soujiro?!!!"

Ignoring Fujiwara Takumi who was crossing his hands and frantically strafing beams in front of him, Hijikata Toshizo flashed and rushed into the city gate.

"Ahahahaha, comfortable, come again!"

In Goryokaku City, the laughing Kondo Isamu stepped out of the main hall, and rushed out towards the southwest gate again!

Although he can't remember how many times he was "resurrected in situ", he seems to enjoy this kind of battle very much, and he never gets tired of it.

"Akatsuki, have you seen Soujiro?!"

The space distorted for a while, Hijikata Toshizo appeared next to Isamu Kondo, and asked eagerly.

It stands to reason that as long as the "inverted pentagram" cast by the Goryokaku city wall is not destroyed, Okita Souji and Kondo Isamu who shared the power of Hijikata Toshizo and became ghosts and gods, and those newcomers under the cherry tree The soul of the selection group is the existence of immortality.

Isamu Kondo in front of him is the best example.

"Sojiro?"

Shaking his head, the fiery fighting spirit in Kondo Yong's eyes dissipated, and then he calmed down: "You really can't feel that kid's aura anymore..."

"What disappeared at the same time was the breath of that puppet."

In the induction of Hijikata Toshizo who merged with Goryokaku, the ghost doll that originally blocked everyone in Goryokaku, as well as the group of black hair and dolls surrounded Goryokaku, and Okita Souji The breath disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on at the south gate..."

The "Deputy Chief of Ghosts" looked at the silent South Gate with dreadful eyes, who didn't feel any energy fluctuations.

"Or, what did they encounter?"

It seems that there is a giant beast that can swallow everything quietly.

"Why, Kondo-san, can't get up at last?"

At the same time, the proud figure of Mochiueche, whose whole body was entwined with gray and red flames and his bald head was shiny, had already arrived outside the city gate.

"No matter how many times I come again, I will reduce you to ashes!"

Although he still had the furious look of an evil spirit descending, his body was densely packed with countless knife marks, and his breath was a little breathless when he spoke.

Obviously, in the short period of time when the two fought against each other, although Isamu Kondo was beheaded by him several times in a row, it also left him with scars that could not be easily recovered.

Under the ebb and flow, the outcome between the two is still unknown.

"Hmph... Ah Sui, wait until I get rid of this guy first..."

Seeing that his opponents had already blocked the city gate and shouted, Kondo Isotora got out of his scabbard and raised his footsteps...

"Puff."

In the next second, a pitch-black crescent moon composed of black flames came from the south gate, passing the two ghosts and gods silently and like lightning.

"Putong...Putong...Putong..."

The moment he passed by this dark crescent moon, a "big fear" that annihilated everything shrouded Hijikata Toshisan's heart, making him unable to move even as a ghost.

"careful."

When he came back to his senses, the black crescent had disappeared without a trace...

"This is... a wooden knife?"

Where the crescent moon dissipated, a wooden knife sank straight into the stone city wall.

"A year old."

"?"

Hearing the overly affectionate call behind him, Hijikata Suizan turned his head subconsciously...

"Asheng...you..."

"I have no regrets to be able to fight side by side with the lords again as a warrior and sleep on the battlefield..."

What appeared in front of his eyes was Isamu Kondo standing proudly on the spot, putting his knife back into its sheath, clasping his hands in his sleeves, with a peaceful expression on his face.

"Son of Kanto, finally die like a son of Kanto..."

"No, Asheng, we're not over yet...no..."

"Feel sorry."

Isamu Kondo stretched out his big warm white hand, and gently placed it on the shoulders of Toshizo Hijikata with a face of madness.

"It's just that I'm going to let you go down alone again..."

This situation seems to have returned to the scene when the two parted in Edo many years ago, before the Battle of Koshu Katsunuma.