I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Under the headlights of the six motorcycles, Sousuke Araki, who was dressed strangely and held three cigarettes in his mouth, turned against the light, with a gloomy expression, his brows and nose were wrinkled, and he kept puffing out smoke.

"Brother Araki, are these three guys?"

Standing behind Sousuke Araki, the man in the same strange attire asked.

"How many of you are mere, dare to make trouble for Brother Araki?"

"It caused me to come out to cosplay in the middle of the night. I must torture these boys to death."

Several other men followed suit.

"A mere convenience store clerk, do you think we'll be scared if we call three more people?"

Perhaps it was the weapons in their hands that gave them courage. The two behind Natsume Chrysanthemum picked up their weapons cautiously, and seemed ready to fight.

Araki Sousuke sucked out the cigarette in his hand, squatting on the ground rubbing the cigarette butt.

"Who is the clerk, I don't know. My name is Diablo. He is just a passing demon king, and he will destroy the world by the way."

Natsume Kikuto immediately retorted: "Huh? You are obviously the clerk of that convenience store. Your cosplay is not professional at all."

"And these are my subordinates, Demon Lord Baal, Lord of Hatred, Mephisto, Lord of Hatred, Azmodan, Lord of Sin, Belial, King of Lies, Durrell, King of Pain...Andariel, Queen of Grief, today Nothing happened."

Ignoring the other party's rebuttal, Araki Sousuke continued to introduce the men behind him.

Following his introduction, a few cosplay men with extremely simple costumes and sharp eyes stepped forward one by one, looked at the three of them with the eyes of examining a lamb to be slaughtered, and started talking at once.

"If you kill these guys, will you drop golden items?"

"There are no female members in the gang... The position of the Queen of Grief may be vacant for a long time..."

"Wait, why can I only be the deputy Demon Lord Baal, obviously these clothes are my precious collection..."

The man dressed as "Bar" next to Araki Sousuke immediately retorted with a strong Fukuoka accent.

"Who made you the second child of the Big Three... Cough cough, don't care about those details, Gong Xing."

"What are you talking about? A mere convenience store clerk, why are you so arrogant? If you dare to attack the three of us, we will immediately press the send button and send the photo, so that you can't get along in the convenience store."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Natsume Kikuto immediately took out his mobile phone and pointed at Araki Sosuke, and the other two also took their mobile phones to take a quick photo of him.

A man beside Araki Sousuke quickly took out a dark object from the back of his belt, and put it on the forehead of the red-haired Natsume Chrysanthemum.

"There are really not many young people who dare to yell at our phoenix runaway group recently..."

It was a Glock pistol.

For the first time in their lives, they were pointed at the muzzle of a black hole, and the three of them were like frogs stared at by poisonous snakes.

Fine beads of sweat slid down his forehead like a fountain.

Although they were in the remote Araki area, they had heard the name of the "Phoenix Runaway Group".

The Phoenix Runaway Group is the largest runaway group in Tokyo. Unlike the profit-making Yakuza organization, it is closer to the entertainment nature of the "illegal car club".

Although, most of the members of the riot group are not engaged in legitimate industries in private.

"Hey, Miyako, put the gun back first, Tokyo is different from your hometown in Fukuoka."

"Then... just cut off the little finger with a knife?"

"It's all different."

Araki Sosuke stepped forward and pressed down the gun in the hand of the man named "Miyako".

"That... that... Now it's a society ruled by law, everyone should be civilized. Clerk Sang, I was joking with you during the day..."

Seeing that there seemed to be a turning point in the situation, the red-haired man named Natsume Kikuto immediately explained to Araki with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, we're just kidding you, we didn't intend to send the photos at all... we're going to explain to the convenience store that this is just a friendly prank..."

The two companions behind him immediately nodded in agreement like chickens pecking at rice.

"It's late..." Araki Sousuke lowered his head and whispered with a low expression.

"What?"

"I said...Thanks to you...that good-natured young man named Araki Sousuke can't get along in the convenience store...he has been fired."

After exhaling a big puff of smoke, Araki Sousuke raised his head and said.

Amidst the smog, the three of them seemed to have really seen the devil crawling out of hell.

"The apocalypse has come, and everyone must repent for their crimes..."

...

Two hours later.

On the Senju Bridge.

The sound of "boom, boom, boom" locomotives can be heard endlessly.

"Cough, cough, cough... vomit..."

The trio of delinquent teenagers with bruised faces and bloodstained faces, whose clothes had already disappeared, were tied to the heads of three motorcycles driving at high speed with ropes like Jesus, and the vomit from their mouths continued to face the wind Fly upon themselves.

The three-two motorcycle with a speed of more than 180KM, after skimming the bridge, stopped in front of Sousuke Araki, who was squatting on the ground, with a very gorgeous tail flick.

"The wind resistance of these three guys tied in front is too great, and they can't stand up at all." The "Mephitos" on the bike complained.

"How about it, the fresh air by the Sumida River is very good, you should breathe in more... It is said that there are often Venusians, kappa, male decoration girls and heirs of the consortium and other scary creatures under the bridge. If you don't If you survive the [High Speed ​​Drift] project, you will not be able to go home."

"Ouch... Brother Araki, please..."

Natsume Chrysanthemum spat stomach acid on her underwear, and said inarticulately.

He couldn't vomit anymore, and vowed never to ride a motorcycle for the rest of his life.

"I told you, my name is Diablo."

"Diablo-san, if this continues we will die..."

Natsume Kikuto, a red-haired delinquent high school student who gave up completely, has collapsed to the point of crying.

The three resisted a little before, but after being subdued by the gangsters without any suspense, they were tied to the front of the car and performed stunt driving back and forth on the Senju Bridge road.

Although the air near the Sumida River was really fresh, they couldn't take a breath when the locomotive was driving at high speed.

"Huh? How could I be willing to just kill you guys like this, the guy who caused that handsome young man to lose his job, and there are still [Burning tires and hot chrysanthemums] and [Plasma tornado blasting heads] projects waiting for you..."

Squatting outside the bridge guardrail with a cigarette in his mouth, Araki Sousuke said to the "Jesus trio" tied to the locomotive.

"You...you are a serious convenience store clerk, how could you treat customers like this..."

"Convenience store clerk? Thanks to the three of you, that convenience store clerk's excellent part-time experience in 71 Convenience Store for 5 years has been smeared with indelible stains... He who could have become the general manager of 71 Convenience Store in the Kanto area , just took the first step in your career, and you ruined it... ruined!!!"

Sousuke Araki, who was hit on the sore spot, has completely lost his mind, just like Diablo who has entered the third stage, showing his sharp teeth, and constantly poking the three of them with the horns of "Diablo" on his head.

"Take it easy... It won't be easy to poke and hang them up later... The weather has been hot recently, and dismembering corpses and throwing them away is very troublesome..."

Cosplaying "Deputy Demon King Barr", a man named Ichimoto Miyako, comforted him with a peacemaker expression.

But his thick Fukuoka accent and lines full of guilt made the hearts of the three of them even colder.

Just when Araki Sousuke was furious on the Senju Bridge, the usually quiet Kuramae apartment became lively in the middle of the night.

Across the corridor, you can hear the sound of children playing, adults talking, and the sound of TV programs from each room, full of lively life atmosphere.

The door of the room kept opening "dang dong dong", and with the sound of "dada" footsteps, there seemed to be invisible people walking in the empty corridor.

And the frog juice Araki Sousuke put on the door with post-it notes disappeared one after another out of thin air as the door opened.

Under the moonlight, the black iron gate leading to the rooftop is still as deep as an abyss, as if the moonlight has been sucked in.

A trace of resentment that could not be observed in ordinary times surged out from each room and slowly gathered on the black iron door.