I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

half an hour later.

"...The above, on behalf of the Tokyo Metropolitan Metropolitan Police Department and many innocent people, I hope you can represent the Fujiwara family and participate in future joint operations! After all, with your strength..."

In the apartment, Mochizuki Ayano and Tokimoto Ichiro sat on the sofa, talking about the current situation sincerely.

"Well, according to what you just said, there are all kinds of vicious, weird and vengeful spirits active in Tokyo right now..."

Fujiwara Takumi, who had changed back into normal clothes, was sitting opposite them with a numb face.

Before that, Mochizuki Ayano had already explained to him the current tense situation in Tokyo and even Japan as a whole.

Therefore, Fujiwara Takumi's calf is still trembling.

Urban legends like the Gap Girl and the Human-faced Dog actually exist?

Since when did Tokyo, where I live, become so dangerous, should I move back to Meiji Shrine?

Yes, Takumi Fujiwara, who is the "Once in Four Thousand Years" and "the next great priest of the Meiji Jingu Shrine"...

Afraid of ghosts.

When he was young, like everyone else, he thought that he was favored by the gods.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter he is sitting, standing, eating, sleeping, playing games, playing games... In short, he will radiate the spiritual power of "sixteen petals and eight layers of chrysanthemum patterns" that looks very majestic and royal.

It seems to be a miracle caused by practice.

Therefore, some people call him "the god-favored person who is practicing even breathing".

In order to be worthy of the favor of the gods, practice used to occupy most of his life.

His obsession with cultivation reached the point where even his strict father often advised him not to work too hard.

Until the age of ten, when he was about to go out to snap up the newly released "Pokemon: Gold and Silver", he encountered an extremely powerful wraith outside the torii gate that was worth his shot.

Satisfied, he used the magic formula that he had cultivated for many years on the wraith, with extremely gorgeous special effects of chrysanthemum patterns and divine breath.

However, the actual effect is like burning an elephant with a 100-yen lighter...

Except for being intimidated by the god's breath for a second, the wraith was not only unharmed, but was enraged instead.

After hearing the news, the elders of the family who rushed over were all buried under the wraith's hands in order to protect him.

Then, he fainted from the horror of the bloody scene in front of him.

When he woke up, it was said that the wraith spirit had been wiped out by someone.

No matter how he denies it, everyone will give credit to him.

But he knew very well that it was definitely not his doing.

Because of that encounter, he left a huge psychological shadow on the existence of wraiths and the like. Even watching restricted horror movies would cause his brain to crash and fall into a coma of self-protection.

After that incident, he took a comprehensive look at his life.

Only then did I realize that although the chrysanthemum-pattern spiritual power looked gorgeous and carried an irresistible divine aura, it was useless except for the difference in vision and feeling.

It's like the useless skins in some krypton gold games.

And the gorgeous scene that seemed to trigger a miracle was only caused by his own cultivation level being too low to control the spread of spiritual power.

His actual spiritual aptitude and cultivation level are not even half of the average level of the Fujiwara family.

Through formulating and asking people of his generation, he learned that when he prayed to the gods on weekdays, other priests would get more or less vague responses from the gods.

As for him, since he was a child, as the appointed "next great priest", the gods have never responded to him once.

once, never...

What kind of "God's favored person" is this riding a horse, it should be a "spiritually tired person", right?

This bluffing special effect of chrysanthemum patterns on my body must have been deliberately tricked by the gods.

However, every time he said this to his father, people in the family thought that Master Takumi was because "although he defeated the powerful vengeful spirit, he failed to save the clansman", and thus felt deeply guilty, My own requirements are too harsh.

After that, for a period of time, he often tried to prove his "true strength" by competing with his clansmen in divine arts and other methods.

However, those peers whose cultivation base was clearly far superior to their own, because they couldn't bear the "divine breath" of the chrysanthemum pattern's spiritual power, under the pressure, they were like frogs being targeted by snakes, unable to cast spells and directly surrendered.

Occasionally losing to the elders in competitions is also considered to be deliberate humility, which makes him even more famous.

And the magical skills he used, no matter how humble the actual effect was, were always described as inscrutable because of the "chrysanthemum pattern special effect".

Even the rumor that he destroyed the wraith at the beginning, there are multiple versions of [three], [four], and [five] derived from the level [two].

It can only be said that the "prejudice" of people's hearts is really a terrible thing.

Frustrated, Fujiwara Takumi moved out of Meiji Shrine to live alone in the name of "practice alone", out of sight and out of mind.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Takumi laughed at himself, stretched out his palm, tried his best to condense spiritual power, and showed it to Ichiro Tokimoto and Ayano Mochizuki.

The faint golden spiritual power in his palm, with gorgeous golden chrysanthemum patterns, continuously spread towards the surroundings.

"You said just now that with my strength...you open your eyes and take a good look. This is all my strength, so what can I do?"

If it was the first time I met an outsider, I should be able to judge my abilities without prejudice and truthfully.

Seeing the golden spiritual power composed of the legendary "sixteen petals and eight chrysanthemum patterns" for the first time, Mochizuki Ayano and Tokimoto Ichiro immediately opened their eyes and examined it carefully.

A majestic majesty that cannot be desecrated instantly enveloped the two of them.

Find out, find out soon, and tell everyone that I am just a weak chicken. Dangerous things like exorcising spirits are not suitable for me. I just need to play games quietly at home and help the royal family preside over the worship ceremony during New Years and holidays. alright.

Fujiwara Takumi struggled to maintain his spiritual power, shouting frantically in his heart.

"Good... so strong... Is this the coercion from the gods? Ordinary spirit bodies or people with inspiration may find it difficult to stand in the breath of the gods..."

Mochizuki Ayano struggled to resist the majesty that made people want to bow down immediately, carefully looked at the spiritual power in front of her, seemed to find something, and said cautiously: "This spiritual power seems to be extremely weak, but in fact it should be used The ultimate technique compresses a large amount of spiritual power, if it falls on the wraith, it is unimaginable how powerful it will be."

"No, are your eyes broken? Take a closer look, this poor spiritual power that can be blown out by a gust of wind is already my best effort."

Fujiwara Takumi said angrily.

As his mood fluctuated, more golden chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power escaped from his body.

For a moment, the room was full of resplendent gold and jade, chrysanthemums were blooming, and the aura of the gods also became more violent with his emotions.

Like the wrath of the gods.

The more powerful power pressed the foreheads of the two people in front of them to be covered with fine sweat.

"Please calm down, young master..."

Uncle Keigo, who was busy in the open kitchen, immediately came over to salute and comfort him respectfully.

"Just the spiritual power of the body protector has such a majestic aura. It really is a god-favored person... Not only is he so demanding on himself, but he can also see through the abnormality of my left pupil at a glance."

Looking at the spectacular scene in front of him, Mochizuki Ayano, who was "seen through" by the other party, sighed in shock.

"No, this seems to be extremely weak spiritual power, but in fact it should have surpassed the scope of spiritual power. No wonder even trees can't see through it...I'm afraid that as long as ordinary spiritual bodies come into contact with it, they will be unable to withstand the pressure. And dissipate, this is the power of the legendary gods!"

Tokimoto Ichiro, who pondered for a long while, concluded his coffin.

"As expected of Mr. Shiben, he was able to find out the specialness of the young master's divine power."

Uncle Keigo, who came up to pour tea, said proudly as if he was showing off his grandson to outsiders.

Master Tuohai was brought up by him alone, and he is like a beloved grandson in his heart.

When the young master was young, in order to relieve the young master's "pressure of practice", he often secretly brought back some game cassettes, animation DVDs, hand-made models and other things to the young master on his own initiative.

Facing Uncle Keigo's "powerful assist", Fujiwara Takumi's face turned pale, and he was no longer able to maintain the spiritual power in his palm.

It is because of people like you that I cannot stay at home with peace of mind.

In his palm, the golden chrysanthemum dissipated in despair.