I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Report... this is the No. 2 search and rescue team, and the missing person trapped in the snow wall has been found..."

It was already four or five hours later when the search and rescue team members who climbed down the crater with a zipline wrapped around their waists discovered the sunken snow cave.

For some reason, the man who was rescued in the cave was flushed with a displeased expression of "Don't disturb us", and waved the back of his hand at the rescuers in disgust.

"Zongsuke!! You bastard, you jumped down without making a sound, which made me worry to death... The price of the recent cemetery, it is easy to borrow for more than ten years!!!"

When Mai Hanyu, who was wearing Araki Sousuke's clothes, and Araki Sousuke, who was like a ghost crawling out of hell, went back to the viewing platform along the zipline, they were greeted by people with snot and tears all over their faces. Ryoma before two.

"Ah Choo...it's okay, it's okay, my fate is hard, and if I survive a catastrophe, there will be future blessings..."

Araki Sousuke enjoyed Ryoma's scolding before Er, while taking the dry and thick clothes from the other party to change into.

Watching the rescuers withdraw to the viewing platform one after another and began to pack the zipline, Ryoma suddenly remembered something two days ago.

"...Just the two of you? That..."

Seeing that Araki Sousuke's expression became gloomy, he quickly stopped talking.

Araki Sousuke turned around and glanced at the seemingly endless ring-shaped crater below as if saying goodbye.

"...That woman, she did a good deed in the end."

Taking a deep breath, he turned around, and the sunny smile returned to his face.

With his hand in his pocket, he took out an old pink mobile phone and threw it vigorously towards the bottom of the crater.

Some memories, some people, let it be buried here forever.

...

"Huh, it's finally quiet..."

After the noisy rescue team left with a few people, the white-haired priest Yamakari held a cup of hot tea and sat enjoying himself in the side hall to warm up the fire.

"...It's a good thing these people didn't disturb that 'seal', otherwise I've guarded here for the rest of my life, old man, and in the end I wouldn't be able to explain to God Qianjian."

As soon as he finished speaking, the "Sword Peak" where Asama Shrine Okumiya is located suddenly trembled like an earthquake.

The shaking came and went quickly, and soon returned to calm.

Priest Yamakari trotted all the way to the viewing platform, carefully activated his spiritual power to sense it, and found nothing abnormal.

"It's still old, it's easy to scare yourself...it's just ordinary volcanic activity...the seal of nearly a thousand years is so fragile."

Saying so, he held the tea in his hand and returned to the house contentedly.

Mount Fuji is a typical cone-shaped volcano, and its current height is also formed by repeated eruptions of volcanic rocks, layered on top of each other.

As a dormant active volcano that erupted once more than 300 years ago, it is commonplace to vibrate because of the lava activity inside.

At the same time, the inside of the icy crater, which is more than 200 meters away from the mountain top shrine...

A huge oval stone wrapped in snow stands quietly in the center of the bottom of the crater.

Through the snow, one can vaguely see the dense shimenawa and talisman papers wrapped around the boulder.

Spread out from the center of the boulder, densely packed with countless frozen corpses of various creatures.

There are cows, sheep, rabbits, deer, bears, snakes, mice, butterflies and other animals and insects. It seems that all kinds of creatures in Mount Fuji have gathered here.

On the top of that boulder lay a young girl quietly.

Because of the rapid fall, the girl had already fallen into a distorted appearance like muddy flesh.

But her tarnished eyes were still staring at the sky above, with a relieved smile on the corner of her mouth.

Her blood slowly bloomed on the snow-covered stone like petals.

Drop by drop, it slid down the rocks.

The entire huge stone was gradually infected by her blood and turned into a deep red.

A pink mobile phone fell from the sky and landed on the boulder with precision.

...

One day later, Tokyo, Haneda International Airport.

"Ayano-chan, I will send you delicious chocolates when I go back..."

In the drizzle, Siena, a black-robed priest, was carrying an alloy suitcase, standing on the wide tarmac, saying goodbye to the girl in front of him with a kind smile.

"I'm past the age of eating chocolate... But if Uncle Siena insists on sending it, I can't help it..."

Mochizuki Ayano stood not far away, and said bluntly.

This "time bomb" was finally leaving Japan, and while she was relieved, she also felt a little bit reluctant for some reason.

I also want to hear Uncle Siena, talk a little more about my mother's past.

"Then, let's leave now... No matter where we are born, we are all bathed in the glory together, and the Lord will always be with you..."

Without further words, Siena reached out and rubbed Mochizuki Ayano's head, then turned and left gracefully.

Waiting for him on the apron ahead was a medium-sized plane with a red cross printed on it.

This is a private flight from Tokyo to the Vatican arranged by the Holy See for him through an international charitable organization.

After all, with a certain important "thing", he naturally dare not take a civilian flight with mixed fish and dragons.

"Mr. Siena, welcome to board the plane. We are the crew of this flight. We hope to provide you with a pleasant journey."

Several crew members were already waiting for him in front of the boarding escalator.

After entering the cabin and sitting on the spacious seat, Siena was slightly relieved.

"Mr. Siena, do you want me to help you put your luggage on it?"

A tall, blond stewardess asked respectfully in Italian.

Their private flight came to Tokyo with an empty plane for 13 hours, just to pick up this unattractive priest back...

Facing such a big man, she naturally had to be careful in serving her.

"No, I'll just put it here."

Siena politely declined the other party's offer in proficient Italian, and carefully placed the box in the gap of the seat under her feet.

"The flight will take off in more than ten minutes, can you have a cup of coffee first..."

Siena, who was in a good mood, took a sip of the freshly brewed espresso from the stewardess.

Although there were some twists and turns, it was finally possible to bring this important thing back to the Vatican and seal it permanently.

"The last time I returned to the Vatican from Japan, it seemed that it was also such a rainy night..."

Immersed in the unique bitterness and slightly sourness of high-grade coffee beans, Siena's thoughts drifted away with the steam hovering above the coffee cup, returning to a certain bitter memory buried in his heart ten years ago.