I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"hateful……"

The narrow man-shaped cave on the steel plate behind him, the wrinkled Uncle Watanabe who fell into a coma, the cracked windshield...

In the world that slows down infinitely in the eyes, like bullet time, everything around is so clearly visible.

At a close distance, Araki Sousuke could even see clearly the shriveled and thin curves of the "grandmother Sonic" on one side of the shoulder, the dead wood-like wrinkles all over his body, the scarlet eyes and the corners of his grinning mouth...

However, what was also slowed down was his own body movements.

Even in the sensory environment where even the voice has been slowed down dozens of times, the mother-in-law's movements are still desperately quick, as if she is so far away.

"No, the following is..."

The movement was almost frozen, and Araki Sousuke could only watch helplessly as the sonic mother-in-law passed by him little by little, and slanted towards the gearbox below...

For reasons such as wide vision and convenient maintenance, the engine of the truck is designed under the cab.

"Let her go on a rampage and break through the engine..."

In Sousuke Araki's mind, the picture of the smooth and smooth Sonic Granny bursting through the engine like a bullet, and leaving gracefully at the moment the truck exploded...

"Uh ah ah ah ah...for me..."

Thinking of this, his muscles tensed, his forehead wrinkled together, and his face flushed as if holding back a bowel movement.

In the almost static world, Sousuke Araki stretched out his hand little by little, little by little, towards the "Sonic Granny" in front of him...

"stop……"

However, with his current movement, position and relative speed, he is absolutely unable to keep up with the mother-in-law breaking through the speed of sound in front of him, and stop him before the opponent crashes through the engine.

"Never let you..."

Under the tension of mental and physical limits, a subtle feeling of "constipated for 30 days, squatting on the toilet and exerting crazily lower body strength, and finally squeezed a corner of a hard black thing out of his body" began to linger in his body ferment, spread...

When Sousuke Araki's body was trembling and every muscle was about to cramp, on his invisible back, a black cylindrical object was popping out bit by bit...

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowsind..."

Following this painful yet exhilarating feeling, he continued to exert strength.

"Oh...finally...expelled!"

Then, he felt a certain feeling of expelling a large strip from his body, dripping freely...

What he expels is naturally not something like "stool".

A thick black finger with a length of about 180 cm and burning lava scriptures suddenly protruded from Sousuke Araki's back...

Appearing in his eyes from the back, this finger that was not in a hurry, reluctant to be "squeezed out", gave him a subtle feeling as if he was controlling his own body.

Driven by his strong thoughts, this thick black finger, mixed with a sense of destruction and inexplicable contempt, ignored the frozen world in front of him, and ruthlessly poked at Sousuke Araki, who was about to hit the gearbox. "Grandma Sonic" somewhere in her lower body.

"Puff."

When the world in front of Sousuke Araki resumed operation, there was only a handful of white light spots in front of him, splashing on the cracked windshield...

And that terrifying black finger returned to his body at some point and disappeared without a trace.

"That just now... is what Master Hongfa mentioned..."

Recalling the scene just now, Araki Sousuke subconsciously looked at his palm.

"From the proportions of the appearance and the feeling just now, it seems to be a middle finger? 』

The lava-luster runes on the black fingers are the same as the black tattoos on his body.

The moment the finger appeared, the inexplicable feeling of mind-to-heart connection, as if he was using his arms and fingers, was firmly engraved in his heart, as if it was a new limb of his own.

According to the presiding officer of Kobo and Mai Hanyu, the huge figure that appeared in the night of the Obon Festival and opened the gate of hell in the midst of resentment may be a powerful existence residing in his body.

However, one finger is longer than his own arm...

How huge would that existence be if it showed its entirety? !

The tattoo of the angry-eyed Bodhisattva sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform on his back can't help appearing in Sousuke Araki's mind.

"Maybe... my peculiar physique and soul travel are all related to this thing?!"

Although I feel palpitations about having such a thick black thing living in my body, and being able to come in and out at will without permission...

But the intuition at that moment before told Araki Sousuke that this black existence seemed to have no consciousness of his own, but instead seemed to be an extension of his body following the activities of his subconscious mind.

"Hmph, I don't have time to worry about it now... One day, I will definitely figure out these things..."

Putting countless questions behind him, Araki Sousuke punched continuously, knocking out a big hole in the cracked windshield in front of him, and carefully controlled the large truck that was blowing wind from front, back, left, and right.

"Before that, just now, it's your rent!"

"Boom boom boom..."

At the same time, the warriors of the Warring States Period beside him let out a dull roar.

"What, you want me to abandon this 'fat woman' who has been toyed with bruises all over her body, and take Uncle Watanabe to jump on your back and leave?!"

"What to do with this car and the rest of the car, do you know how many cars you can buy for yourself with the total value?" 』

At this moment, with the "careful help" of the mothers-in-law, this large truck with a locked transmission and failed brakes is almost left with only the main frame, which looks miserable and may fall apart at any time.

The proposal of the Sengoku samurai seems to be the only choice for Sousuke Araki, who is in a desperate situation.

"Hey... let's not say that I have never been the kind of scumbag who pulls up his pants and leaves after playing..."

However, there was a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth: "I said it before, as a mature social person, I have definitely passed the age of multiple-choice questions..."

"...Uncle Watanabe, this car, the expensive Wagyu beef, and the agreement with Kotori Yushi, I will guard all of them to the end!"

He may be able to take Uncle Watanabe away, but the damage to the vehicle and the loss of expensive goods may lead to the end of Uncle Watanabe's "long-distance transportation career", and he may even bear a large debt.

"What, you say I'm daydreaming and looking for my own death? ! 』

"Listen well, warriors of the Warring States Period, people's dreams will never end!"

As if in response to his words, a fiery white light emerged from the rear bend, illuminating the truck's cracked rearview mirror.

"Hey, the timing is just right..."

Seeing this hope-like light, the corner of Araki Sosuke's mouth curled up in triumph.

"Boom..."

"Boom boom boom..."

Under the dense and uniform roar of locomotives, even the highway surface seemed to surrender and tremble.

After one, one, one, and another...

Countless headlights are continuously lit on the highway behind, illuminating the speeding truck around like daytime.

It was as if, after nightfall, the little stars appeared one after another on the sky...

Seemingly inconspicuous points of light, under mutual illumination, will eventually converge into a bright galaxy all over the sky.