Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Hojo Kyousuke, who stayed at home, was not idle either. He kept eating.

After a while, Hirata's cell phone vibrated. He took it out and took a look. He walked two steps forward on his knees, lowered his head and said:

"Commander, the first batch has been delivered."

Hojo Kyosuke waved his hand without looking back, signaling Hirata to get it for him. Although collecting petals may seem daunting, attaching them to the tree is actually the hardest part. The petals are so soft and tiny that they will be crushed if you use just a little force with your fingers.

It's not just about brushing a layer of glue on the tree and sticking the petals on it. Then the cherry blossoms won't bloom overnight, but instead alien deformed plants will invade the earth. It is necessary to not only consider the beauty, but also ensure that it will not hurt "as expected of me". Such an arduous task may not be completed even by the immortals who are good at micro-carving.

Although this is nonsense, it is not a joke!

Hirata returned quickly and placed the two wooden boxes in front of Hojo Kyosuke.

The square wooden box is made of white pine. The color and texture look very pleasing to the eye. It is usually used to hold high-end lunch boxes or high-end meat.

After opening the box, pink petals were neatly arranged on the plastic wrap, one petal on top of the plastic wrap. Under the exquisite boxing, the delicate cherry blossom petals looked as beautiful as the little palace maids waiting for the emperor to return.

Looking at the petals with the same size and spacing, Kyousuke Hojo, a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, felt a sense of physical and mental comfort. So when it comes to packaging, or the sense of ritual, it has to be Neon Man. When he becomes Sakura Sage, he will definitely give Kisaki the title of Sakura God General.

The petals were sprayed with a special agent as soon as they were collected, something similar to the kind of agent that would last for a hundred years after being sprayed on fruits.

Hirata Toshitaka on the side breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his elder brother's satisfied expression, and quickly sent a message to the military advisor.

Hojo Kyosuke picked up the tools he had prepared and began to cast the magic that only he could cast.

His eyes were focused, like embroidery, and his hands did not tremble or hesitate. With his unparalleled body control and dexterous hands, he fixed the soft petals on the bare branches. With his current operation, even an immortal who could cut the nucleus of an atom with a sword would have to sit down and discuss it with him.

Hirata Toshitaka was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe, for fear that he would disturb his elder brother by taking a breath. No, it's not so much that he doesn't dare to disturb, it's more that the picture in front of him is so beautiful that he can't bear to destroy it. In such a situation, he felt that it was a sin for a layman like him to breathe or speak.

Under the moonlit night, a young man in a white shirt stood on the metal stairs. He was concentrating on twisting a pink and white cherry blossom with his slender fingers. His dark eyes were indescribably gentle, as if he was gently picking up the fallen cherry blossom. Send it lightly back to a distant place.

"Demon without hands", "As expected of me"

The former is the feared bad commander in Tokyo, and the latter is a cherry blossom tree with an unorthodox name. The two are completely unrelated and have reached a perfect unity.

Toshitaka Hirata heard that his eldest brother was going to participate in the Tokyo Youth Exhibition. Before, he had no idea what was so interesting about those messy paintings, but at this moment, he had a clear understanding in his heart: even if he could only draw stick figures, he Idiot, as long as he can draw 20% of what he sees at this moment, he will definitely win the prize.

If he hadn't personally handed the cherry blossoms into his elder brother's hands, Toshitaka Hirata would have thought that his elder brother was repairing the moon. Only a great miracle like making every day a full moon is worthy of the big brother's concentration at this moment.

Two Hojo Kyosukes appeared in front of Toshitaka Hirata. One had a frown on his face and an evil look on his face. His movements exuded the intimidation of an ancient ferocious beast. He could send people flying four meters with a casual slash. He could only be described as a monster. monster in.

One has gentle brows and eyes, and every move follows the rhythm of nature. His movements are gentle as if he is afraid of disturbing the moonlight. Even a barking dog will unconsciously become gentle after seeing it. A handsome gentleman is like relegating an immortal to heaven.

It turns out that the hand that can knock oneself out of the running lights of life with one punch can also do such a delicate thing? Such a gentleman as gentle as jade should be wearing a wide robe and long sleeves, reciting poems and drinking fine wine.

Hirata Shunlong admired it quietly, thinking that if he could, he could look at it like this for a lifetime, just like fighting against the stone steps in front of the Buddha's cave.

Do you still want to see my boss without stepping on me? dream!

Buzz buzz——

The vibrating sound of the phone suddenly woke up Momotaro, who had just fallen asleep. The little furry boy immediately jumped up with his four short legs, and his black bean eyes looked in all directions warily.

Seeing the commander-in-chief on the ladder stop, Hirata Toshitaka's expression suddenly changed. Who dares to disturb the commander in chief? Did you forget to mute your phone? But his cell phone was clearly placed on the grass in front of him so that he could see the message immediately even when the sound was muted.

Then there is only one possibility! Momotaro! When did your dog learn to use a mobile phone? ?

The buzzing sound was still ringing. Hojo Kyosuke calmly fixed a lifelike cherry blossom on the branch in his hand, looked at it twice before nodding with satisfaction, and then took out his mobile phone.

Um? Why is she calling me? Why don't you hit your head with a brick when you're too busy?

While thinking about it, he casually sat on the ladder and answered the phone.

"If you have nothing to do, don't call me to harass me." He didn't even say hello.

"Is something wrong? If something happens, don't even call me."

"I'm rude? You're the one who calls a single man at 3:30 in the morning, right?"

"Why can't I claim to be single? Do I have to be thirty years old and not get married before I can proudly claim to be single?"

"Yukishita? Don't you understand? If it were her, she would be even meaner than me. No, it's impossible for you to get through her phone at this time. You will definitely be hung up without hesitation. Maybe she will be called again. Just call the police. In that respect, I'm so merciful, like a new-age Giseth."

"So you are so lonely that you have to listen to the voice of a beautiful boy in the middle of the night to fall asleep peacefully?"

"Am I too narcissistic? Is this the only thing you want to deny? Sure enough, you would have called another innocent boy even without me. It seems that I have done another good thing and prevented an ignorant boy from falling into the abyss."

"..."

Hirata Toshitaka looked at his elder brother who kept talking with the bright moon above his head in confusion. He didn't know whether he should cover his ears or simply bury his head in the soil. Glancing at Momotaro, who was staring at his eldest brother intently, he decided to learn from the commander-in-chief's closest minister and began to eat in silence.

"Is there something serious? Are you planning to go to China to become a monk?"

"...That's it, I understand. Thank you, I will give you a thank you gift tomorrow."

Hojo Kyousuke's face gradually became serious. After hanging up the phone, he walked down the ladder. Hirata Toshitaka stood up quickly, touched the warm white towel with his hands and stood with his head down, waiting for the next instructions.

"I have to go out." Hojo Kyosuke took the towel and wiped his hands, saying softly.

"yes!"

Hirata Shunlong responded in a low voice, and then ran towards the entrance of the courtyard at a trot. Hojo Kyousuke stood there and hesitated for two seconds, glanced twice at the room where the debut was stored, and finally chose to grab Momotaro with one hand.

Time moves forward slightly.

Xisaki was sitting in a black business car, surrounded by several people holding notebooks. Everyone wore thick glasses, and the lenses reflected the fluorescent light of the screen.

This is the "Temporary Headquarters of Tokyo's Last Sakura Collecting Force". It is not an easy task to collect enough cherry blossoms when all the cherry blossoms have fallen. Although nearly four hundred members of the organization have been mobilized, relatively few It is just a drop in the vast ocean of Tokyo.

If you want to exhaustively search Tokyo, you must come up with a charter, so a temporary group was established.

The members of the Rampage formed temporary groups based on their residence. The headquarters was responsible for dispatching search locations. Once Sakura was discovered, nearby groups were immediately called to support the collection.

This is not a simple matter. How many people can be dispatched to the area to maximize efficiency, which areas are more likely to find cherry blossoms, the coordination between team members, and even the performance of their respective motorcycles, etc. must be taken into consideration. .

This is not all, because it is already late at night when even ordinary bosozokus have gone home to sleep, so in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, a monitoring team must be organized to prevent those idiots from getting excited about this huge operation.

The scale of four hundred people is already quite impressive. If things develop out of control, then Kisaki himself may have to commit seppuku.

Fortunately, there are not only martial arts factions such as the "Ghost Explosive Duo" and "Three Tigers in the World" among the Rampage Angels, but also a group of intellectual combat factions whose brains are so good that they can easily get into prestigious schools. So Kisaki's temporary headquarters was established.

They sit in the center and are responsible for calculation and dispatching, and they search Tokyo inch by inch with the consciousness of sacrificing their lives for charity!

But……

One hundred and fifty people turned Chidorigafuchi upside down, but only found a hundred petals.

Small sealed bags were piled on the table, each containing only three or four cherry blossoms. Everyone squatted at the table, staring intently at the petals that had been trampled into mud in the past and didn't even bother to pay any more attention to them. If Kisaki hadn't already said hello to the nearby Kōbansho, with their current posture, they might have thought they were engaged in the flour business.

"Ah!! I'm so useless! I want to die under the cherry blossom tree and use my blood to make it bloom again!" Man in Black No. 1 wailed.

"Don't be stupid, you don't have that much power." Man in Black No. 2 also looked decadent.

Kisaki crossed his arms and looked at the cherry blossoms in front of him, with an ugly face like an alien from the back of the earth.

"I, Kisaki Tetsuta, vow to bring back all the cherry blossoms in Tokyo with my unwavering consciousness!"

Those heroic words are still echoing in my ears. Is there no other option but to commit suicide to apologize?

No, it’s not that far yet! You must remain useful to complete Big Brother's mission!

Xisaki's expression changed, and then she slammed the table.

What to do if there are too few resources? The ancestor of Neon has already given the answer!

Pack and re-package, add a sense of ritual, add some thoughtfulness, and add some other messy things. The meat is also sold in slices, and a piece of fish is placed on a plate. This is how to express one's consciousness!

He found a subordinate who owned a sushi restaurant in his family and asked him to immediately bring all those high-end lunch boxes that were deceptive, while he carefully processed the petals he had collected.

Time passed little by little, and after receiving the message from Toshitaka Hirata, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then the more serious situation made him nervous again.

A huge map of Tokyo hung in the carriage, divided into a fan shape with Bunkyo Ward as the center. Everything that has been searched is marked with a blood-red cross. At this moment, Bunkyo Ward, Shinjuku Ward, Chiyoda Ward and other six districts in the center of the city have already been marked with a cross. The search in Arakawa District, which has high hopes, is also nearing completion.

Nothing! Even the cherry blossom trees in the nearby mountain forests, which endured the lower temperatures, withered. The two wooden boxes that were sent just now might be the last batch!

Is this still the land of cherry blossoms? Asshole! How dare you call it this without the cherry blossoms that bloom all year round? Qisaki was furious. He felt that he might have understood a little bit about the true meaning of his elder brother's order.

The rampaging angels who dominate the bustling Tokyo are just like the cherry blossoms. Even if they can be gorgeous for a while, they will inevitably end sadly in the end.

This is also the truth of the world. Flowers are not as red as a hundred days, and people are not as good as a thousand days.

but!

I, Tetsuta Saki, have an older brother, and my older brother’s name is Hojo Kyosuke!

Just one word can make the withered cherry blossoms bloom again. He is the one who creates miracles! It’s the god I’ve been waiting for!

"This is the commander-in-chief's will! It's the order of the rampaging angel!"

Xisaki said in a deep voice, his eyes were blood red and his voice was hard. No matter what he does, he must let his elder brother's unity permeate through.

"This is the commander-in-chief's will! It's the order of the rampaging angel!"

He repeated, his bloodshot eyes fiercely scanning everyone in the carriage. And the members of the Rampage Angel, who were equally haggard as giant gods, only felt an inexplicable emotion rising in their chests.

"If I wait, will I disappoint the commander-in-chief?" Qisaki asked in a deep voice.

"Never!" shouted others.

"Will I present all the cherry blossoms in Tokyo in front of the commander-in-chief?"

"absolute!"

"Then, let's go."

Kisaki closed her eyes and calmly uttered the last words.

"Target, Yamazakura Group."

The Yamazakura group is the real Yakuza organization. It is said that there is a beautiful Yamazakura tree in the yard of the organization's headquarters, so they simply used this name.

And now, the cherry blossom tree has received meticulous care, and the already long flowering period has been extended again.

"The cherry blossoms are still beautiful even during the Golden Week"

This is what the people of the Yamazakura group are most proud of, and they always talk about it. (End of chapter)