I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Oh? Has it turned into a monster that can't communicate?"

With Sousuke Araki's arm slightly exerting force, the thick sharp blade half a meter in diameter and more than ten meters long shattered into pieces!

"In that case, let me crush your vain killing intent, and then speak properly."

A bit of white fluorescence, along the broken arm, eroded towards the gray giant in the field...

"Woo?!"

As if aware of the terrifying power contained in the fluorescent light, the "Ghost of the Battlefield" lowered his head and tore off his left arm, raised his barrel-shaped right arm with a wail, and shot out an extremely thick gray cannonball that was spinning rapidly... …

"boom!!!"

The huge truck-like cannonball directly omitted the trajectory of the shot, swallowing Araki Sousuke's figure like a teleport.

This is the must-win artillery fire that can carry out the belief only by taking off the weaving feathers, abandoning the sword, and picking up the guns!

Where the shell exploded, a lot of chill rose up, and even the surrounding resentment was frozen into black ice crystals...

On the ground in the center of Goryokaku, a super-giant black smooth shallow pit with a diameter of ten meters appeared...

But Sousuke Araki, who was originally there, has disappeared.

"Kach...Kach..."

The sound of flint rubbing suddenly came from the crotch of the "Ghost of the Battlefield".

"Well, the weather has been made so cold by you that you can't even smoke."

The one who appeared there at some point was none other than Sousuke Araki with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a windproof lighter in his hand that couldn't be ignited no matter what.

"Crack."

Due to excessive force, the counterfeit Zibao lighter in his hand was instantly shattered into parts.

"It's like insisting on smoking in this snowy day..."

At this moment, as the distance drew closer, not only the resentment in Goryokaku, but also the viscous gray liquid that made up the body of the "Ghost of the Battlefield" began to surge towards him...

"The reluctant result can only be that the smoke is wet and the fire is extinguished, and I have to pay for a lighter."

As if muttering to himself or chatting with someone, Sosuke Araki put the cigarette frozen into a popsicle behind his ear without raising his head, and took a deep breath.

"The air is nice..."

With the city's grievances and gray mucus continuously entering his body, a sense of transparency filled his whole body, giving him the illusion that "whatever he wants to do can be done"...

"Well!!!!!"

Feeling the deadly threat of power decline, the "Ghost of the Battlefield" roared at his body, and raised his right hand "cannon" again...

However, in the next second, Araki Sousuke's figure disappeared again amidst the black flames and space shattering.

"Oh, it seems that it is not an illusion..."

Araki Sousuke's voice suddenly sounded from the direction of the back of the "Ghost of the Battlefield".

"It seems that in such a place with 'good air', even that so-called 'Hog Pass' seems to have become a little more obedient?"

At some point, he was already in mid-air, looking at the pair of huge blood pupils of the other party without any fear...

"Well!!!!"

Surprised by "turning back to kill", the "ghost of the battlefield" with only two eyes on his face suddenly opened a huge mouth full of fine teeth like a shark, gushing out killing intent to freeze everything, and bit at Sousuke Araki in front of him. Down!

"Crack..."

Where sharp teeth bite the void, there is only remnant flames and broken void.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's not a good habit to bite people when you meet them."

Araki Sousuke's voice came from above the head of the "Ghost of the Battlefield" like a ghost.

"By the way, there is someone who asked me to bring you a word..."

Before the "ghost of the battlefield" had time to react, Sousuke Araki, who fell rapidly from a high altitude, stretched out his arms first...

"He said... Mr. Hijikata..."

At the same time, a thick black arm with raging flames protruded out simultaneously, wrapping around the outside of his arm...

"Our war is over..."

From a distance, it seemed that Araki Sousuke's arm suddenly swelled ten times!

"Tama's cherry blossoms have bloomed for more than 150 rounds, and I can retire and go back to open a medicine shop long ago!!!!"

The flaming black arm ruthlessly and brutally pinched the sky cap of the "ghost of the battlefield" straight!

"Crack!!!"

Amidst the crisp cracking sound, the smooth and round skull of the "Ghost of the Battlefield" shattered like instant noodle cakes in the terrifying black palm that collapsed that day and burst into flames...

Starting from the torn head, the huge gray body of the "Ghost of the Battlefield", like a wax figure hit by a high-temperature hammer, quickly collapsed towards the ground.

In the gray and filthy sky, a figure wearing a motorcycle helmet could be vaguely seen. Sousuke Araki held his head and smashed it straight into the ground!

"Damn it, what's going on inside?!"

"It's too dark to see!"

Outside the city gate, Fujiwara Takumi and Mochizuki Che who were frantically bombarding the barrier with a cold killing intent, heard the violent movement inside, and immediately accelerated their actions.

"Crackling..."

Without waiting for their reaction, the black barrier surrounding the entire Goryokaku and reaching to the sky shattered like a mirror without warning!

"Ugh!"

Without noticing for a while, the two of them used too much force, just crashed in from the empty city gate, and lay on the ground in a "face landing" posture with a terrified expression.

In the center of Goryokaku, on the dusty open space, there was a mass of gray slime like a slime...

With the rapid shrinkage of the gray mucus, a huge pit full of cracks and about ten meters in diameter was revealed.

"Araki..."

"Songsuke?"

In the center of the pit, Sousuke Araki, who was bare-chested and with runes shining all over his body, was kneeling on the ground on one knee.

"Really? The war... is over long ago..."

Under him, Toshizo Hijikata in blue and white Oriha lay weakly.

"So, Akatsuki, Soujiro, and everyone...all came back just to cater to my willfulness..."

And Araki Sousuke's strong palm was still firmly pressing on his head, that smooth and round black motorcycle helmet.

"It turns out that from the beginning to the end, I was the only one who didn't want to end..."

Ignoring Araki Sousuke, who looked like a ghost in front of him, Hijikata Toshizo's clear gaze pierced the sky, drifting away to nowhere...

"Because, as soon as I finish...the Shinsengumi will really, really disband..."

"No, the Shinsengumi will not be disbanded... because of you, it has long been a legend!"

"Especially in novels, comics, animations, games, movies about R18 rotten girls..."

Araki Sousuke, who was covered in white mist, withdrew his hand and stood up slowly.

"Is it a legend? It sounds good... But to be able to stand side by side with my deceased companion again, I would rather become a ghost like today than be a legend!"

After savoring the word, Hijikata Toshizo smiled happily, and looked deeply at Araki Sosuke: "What if it's my lord?"