I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Gods can do it... then go find those gods! Since these gods and gods really exist in this world..."

Looking at the petite and weak figure on the hospital bed, Araki Sousuke clenched his hands tightly, his brows were full of unwillingness.

"There are so many shrines and temples in Tokyo, so you can come and ask them? By the way, Kotori Yushi, your Akagi Shrine also raises that chicken..."

"Mr. Araki, don't, don't say stupid things."

Facing Araki Sosuke's eager question, Kotori Yumasumi lowered his eyes and gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, as if he was afraid that he would say something disrespectful to the gods.

"Since hundreds of years ago, although the gods have responded to the prayers of believers with divine power, they have long since stopped issuing any 'oracles'. If you want to pray for the gods to take action, I am afraid..."

Having said that, the girl shook her head stiffly.

"Then, is there really no other way? Just watch Mochizuki, this girl, continue to lie in this lifeless place?!"

The air in the room became solemn and desperate for a moment, leaving only Araki Sousuke's dull growl.

"Hey, since those broken gods don't care about people, then we have to figure out a way..."

"There is no way."

A thin, short figure in a white coat quietly appeared at the door of the ward.

"Director Mochizuki, it's so late, you..."

Seeing the person coming, the nurse hastily and respectfully bowed deeply to the person, not even caring about the waves on her chest almost rushing out of her neckline.

"Thank you, go down first."

This wrinkled, slender old man who looks older than Ichiro Tokimoto is the director of the "Supernatural Research Institute", Koji Mochizuki.

"Old man... no, this...doctor, you just said that there is a way?"

Sousuke Araki had come to Mochizuki Koji's side at some point, looking at him with raging flames in his eyes.

In his opinion, the old man wearing a white coat and being treated with such respect by the nurses must be the legendary "old military doctor" who can cure all diseases.

"Youth is really enviable, always has an inexhaustible drive..."

Casting a glance at Sousuke Araki with drooping eyelids, Koji Mochizuki turned around slowly, and walked slowly towards another room in the corridor with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you for visiting my granddaughter at night. This is not a place to talk, so please go to the reception room first."

"Grandson, granddaughter? So, he belongs to Ayano-chan..."

Xiaotiao Youmao showed a look of sudden realization.

"That's right, he is Mochizuki Ayano's grandfather, Mochizuki Koji."

Behind, Tokimoto Ichiro frowned slightly, but chose to follow.

"This guy has been trying various methods for a month, and now he suddenly says he has a solution. What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?"

...

five minutes later.

Wooden keel ceiling, plain white tatami mats, traditional Japanese sliding doors, various elegant and simple picture scrolls on the wall, exquisite refreshments on the table...

The traditional Japanese-style reception room where Sosuke Araki and his party lived made people almost forget that they were originally in a cold and pale research institute.

"Wow, the heavy historical atmosphere blowing in our face is indeed the reception room of the director of the research institute."

Unlike everyone sitting at the elegant low table, Sousuke Araki's gaze was attracted by the bookshelf that occupied the entire wall inside the reception room.

In his memory, there was such a wall of bookshelves in someone's room in his childhood, which looked very friendly.

"New Hundred Monogatari", "Kamakura Ancient Century", "Hundred Ghosts of the Night Illustrated Book", "Rashomon", "Interpretation of Tribal Culture in the Middle East Conflict"...

In addition to all kinds of thick and old classics, there are also dazzling certificates of honor discarded in the display cabinets on the side.

International Neurobiology Award, Kraft Biological Science Award, International Biomedical "Lasker Award", Honorary Member of International Budapest Club...

"Ahem, that, Director Mochizuki, you said just now that there is a way to save Mochizuki, can you tell us now?"

Looking at this pile of unknown awards, Sousuke Araki looked at Koji Mochizuki with brighter eyes.

As a member of Ayano Mochizuki's family, he is not only a scientific authority, but also the director of this seemingly powerful research institute. If he said that there is a way, he should not be just talking nonsense.

"Have a sip of hot tea first, otherwise Ayano will complain that I don't have the right hospitality."

Without answering his question, Mochizuki Koji just waved his hand lightly, signaling Araki Sousuke to sit down first.

He took the porcelain pot with the words "Ito Kyuemon-Little Green" from the bamboo rack beside him, filled it with matcha powder, put it into the simple-looking Raku tea bowl, and stirred it leisurely with a bamboo tea whisk in his hand. .

When the fine foam floated to the surface of the tea soup, it was slowly handed over to Sousuke Araki who was sitting beside him.

"Hulululu...so bitter...it's so warm, such a big bowl..."

Araki Sousuke picked up the slightly larger tea bowl with both hands, drank the tea soup in the bowl with his head up like drinking medicine, and put it back on the table with a "bang".

Then, he showed a hearty smile and looked at Koji Mochizuki expectantly: "The tea is over, now it's time to answer my question."

"Good guy..."

Sitting next to him, Tokimoto Ichiro, who had already posed and was about to reach out to take the tea bowl, froze in an instant...

"Puff."

The little bird Yu Mayumi in the back couldn't help but chuckled with a blushing face.

Not to mention, it is a waste of money to drink the 300-year-old Ito Kyuemon Small Green Matcha Cow, which has been passed down to the eighth generation, with an expensive hand-burned paper antique Raku tea bowl.

Just the "demeanor" of someone drinking tea just now is enough to make those tea lovers vomit blood with anger.

The tea ceremony, which was introduced to Japan from the Dragon Kingdom, was called "tea soup" in ancient times, and it was only called "tea ceremony" in modern times.

Up to now, tea ceremony has become a kind of etiquette art.

In order to prepare for a formal tea event, the host will even spend several months. Through complex and delicate links, and the display of the use of various tea sets, the guests not only experience the delicious tea, but also the ultimate hospitality.

From the dressing of the guests, washing the body and mind before entering the tea room, enjoying refreshments, and finally drinking tea, there are extremely strict and complicated details.

Even in modern times, the simplified Japanese tea ceremony has the most basic requirements.

Seats are arranged according to the status of the guests.

Usually a bowl of tea will be passed around by three to five people for drinking. When passing strong tea, gently wipe the mouth of the bowl two or three times with a tea towel or paper towel, turn the tea bowl back to the front, and pass it to the next guest.

When drinking tea, you should pick up the tea bowl with your right hand, put it on the support of your left hand, and then turn the tea bowl from the opposite side to the front. After careful tasting and slow sipping, the last one will return it to the owner.

Who would have thought that Sousuke Araki not only squeezed out the "first seat" of Ichiro Tokimoto, but also drank the tea soup for four people in one gulp like a cow drinking water.