I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

While the teams of the joint operation were waiting in full force near Chiyoda District, certain changes quietly took place in the Kuramae apartment located at the junction of Chiyoda District and Taito District.

On the fifth floor of the apartment, the dark iron door leading to the roof greedily absorbed the bright moonlight, and a crack slowly appeared from the top.

The lava glowing gap slowly spread down, dividing the whole iron gate into two irregular halves.

With a "boom", the iron door was slowly pushed open from the inside.

A samurai wearing black armor with grievances burning like flames all over his body stepped out slowly along with the majestic grievances leaking from inside and outside the door.

The iron door closed, and the smooth surface returned to its original state.

"The Suzaku Puppet Emperor, Ping Zhensheng, Fujiwara... Today, Ping Shomon returned as promised... You destroy my grave and sever the enmity I enshrined, and I want your descendants to return it together."

Between the warrior's brows, there is an arrow hole deep enough to show bone.

On his neck, one could see a cut mark where the flesh had cracked and turned outward.

Wearing a dark and simple samurai armor, there is a black long sword hanging from his waist.

It is the legendary "evil spirit of hell", "Japan's Satan", "the biggest rebellious hero", Ping Jiangmen.

Standing on the roof of Kuramae's apartment, Hera Shomon stared at the full moon in the night with his white eyes, and pulled off the helmet's visor to cover his face.

Then he took a deep breath.

Within a few hundred meters of the apartment, the faint resentment lingering in the air rushed into his body with his breath.

Then, Ping Jiangmen stood on the roof and looked at the surrounding environment, and seemed very satisfied with it.

"The terrain of this castle can condense the surrounding grievances, and it will be used as my temporary palace from today on..."

Saying so, his figure gradually blurred, and slowly transformed into six additional black armored warriors exactly like him.

It is the incarnation of Ping Jiangmen in the legend, the Shadow Warrior.

"Let me see if the descendants of Suzaku's pseudo-emperor are as weak and incompetent as he was back then."

Immediately after the six shadow fighters transformed, they jumped off the roof of the Kuramae apartment and scattered in different directions.

As for Ping Jiangmen himself, he sat cross-legged on the roof, puffing out the grievances around him.

"My Eastern Kingdom has become so magnificent..."

As the five shadow fighters ran on the eaves of the building and on the road, countless information simultaneously flooded into Ping Jiangmen's mind on the roof.

Apparently, he admired the skyscrapers and bustling night scene of Tokyo.

...

Metro Tokyo Station, at the exit of Nihonbashi, which is only a few hundred meters away from Hirashomonzuka.

On the empty street, a police officer sitting in a police car on the side of the road stopped a man in samurai armor who was running fast.

"Mister, now I suspect that you are illegally carrying controlled knives and violating the relevant provisions of the "Knife and Gun Law". Please accept a temporary inspection."

The police officer in the car poked his head out and pointed at the long knife on the man's waist.

Since the massacres caused by knives in Akihabara in 2008 and the Tokaido Shinkansen in 2019, the Japanese government has revised the "Gun and Knife Law" many times. Knives longer than six centimeters cannot be carried without outer packaging. to public places.

The tachi on the man's waist was at least a meter long.

The man stopped stiffly, turned around and looked at the two people in the police car quietly with his eyes full of whites.

"Hey, you look quite professional in this outfit... Do you wear special colored lenses for your eyes? This special effect makeup should be very expensive, right? Could it be that you are filming some special drama?"

Seeing the man's face and the scars on his neck, the young police officer on the co-pilot froze for a moment and joked.

It's not too far from Akihabara. There are often cosplay players who carry some plastic knives for decoration, so they are not too vigilant.

But the one in front of him can be regarded as a top cosplayer regardless of makeup, costumes, props or demeanor.

Then, the cosplayer dressed as a samurai, very cooperatively, slowly pulled out the tachi from his waist.

It was a somewhat rusty black sword, under the dim street lamp, it seemed to swallow the surrounding light.

"Wow, this old craft is so professional..."

The young policeman in the co-pilot who seemed to be a cosplay enthusiast commented on the half-drawn Taidao with a smile.

"Hey, that knife looks like the real thing..."

The middle-aged policeman, who was sitting in the cab playing with his mobile phone, sensed that something was wrong.

"Zheng".

The sound of metal rubbing came from the co-pilot.

When he turned his head, he found that his partner sitting in the co-pilot had disappeared from the neck up.

Only the headless body was left, lying limply against the car window.

Red blood gushed out from the main artery like money.

And the man dressed as a samurai outside the window was slowly walking around the front of the car and walking towards him.

The black sword in his hand was still dripping with blood...

"The cruel officials under the command of the pseudo-royal family are as incompetent as ever. Let me see if they are worthy of my shot in this era."

From the rooftop of the Zangqian apartment, Hei Jiangmen's soft murmur could be heard.

...

Near Shinagawa Town, not far from the Nihonbashi Exit of Tokyo Station, a shadow warrior in black armor was running on the road, and the long knife at his waist was still dripping with blood.

Walking to the green belt on the side of the road, the shadow warrior melted into the grass like a ninja and disappeared without a trace.

A black resentment flowed quickly along the plants in the green belt, and seemed to be going straight towards the imperial palace not far away.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

On the road, a light locomotive drove out from the sidewalk on one side with a sharp roar.

It is the long-lost "Samurai of the Warring States Period".

The rider in the car with a hurried look and no helmet was naturally Sosuke Araki with a small gold and black oily head and "shit king hooligan star" faintly visible on his sideburns.

Like a stunt driver, the "Samurai of the Warring States Period" raised his head, ignored the traffic lights, jumped directly from the sidewalk across the green belt, and flew towards the main road beside him.

Secret technique, [Red Light Detour].

A ray of resentment happened to pass quickly across the green belt at the foot of the locomotive.

When the locomotive passed above the green belt, the shadow warrior in black armor slowly emerged half of his body from the grass, as if he was about to chop the locomotive in two with a knife.

Immediately, the rear wheel of the light motorcycle lightly rubbed against the round helmet of the shadow warrior, and after a little cushioning, it landed steadily on the long road in the distance, and left in the direction of Shinagawa Town without any notice .

The shadow warrior in the green belt froze, and instantly turned into black resentment, which dissipated on the spot.

"What... the knight who can eliminate the shadow fighters so easily, is this a descendant of the Genji clan?"

At the same time, on the roof of the apartment in front of Kuramae, Hira Shomon who was sitting cross-legged took a breath of air-conditioning.

It was indeed right to send shadow warriors to test first.

"Under the command of the contemporary pseudo-emperor, there are indeed strong men who should not be underestimated... It's okay, wait for me to get back 'that thing'..."

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