I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"I...cough cough cough...huh...huh..."

Taking advantage of the gap between those weird arms and the thick smoke, Oida Moto's chest heaved like a broken bellows, greedily inhaling oxygen.

"Hiss, pain, pain, pain..."

He reached out to wipe his burning buttocks, and took out an unburned piece of yellow paper from the blackened pocket of his jeans when the flames were extinguished.

"This is……"

In the corner of the piece of paper, random red and black graffiti can be vaguely seen...

"... Talisman paper?!"

When did you put an inexplicable talisman in your trouser pocket?

"Crackling..."

In the other corner of the phone booth, nun Niya swung her slender silver hammer tightly, and the lingering thunder made those arms unable to get close.

As soon as Oida Moto's pressure was relieved, her side became miserable.

The endless scorched black arms kept gushing out from the inner wall of the phone booth, surrounding her layer upon layer, eager to explore that graceful curve...

"There is no way, I can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor..."

In a few minutes, as long as Mjolnir is "discouraged" or her spiritual power is exhausted, the two people in the phone booth will probably be finished.

"...It's up to you, whether you've planted enough!"

Niya took a deep breath, stretched out her index finger inexplicably and playfully, and pointed at Moto Oida who was flickering in the gap between his arms.

"The will that sleeps in the long river of life...the memory lurking in the blood...the joy silently in the breeding memory..."

A little golden light shone from her fingertips, quickly passed through the pile of arms, and shot at Oida Moto who was standing still.

"Wake up... tell me your real name!"

****·Old Testament Prayer·Real Name Revival!

"Puff...Puff..."

A huge heartbeat as dense as a drum resounded in the phone booth.

"Putong...Putong...Putong..."

It seems that an ancient giant beast is opening its eyes from dormancy.

As if sensing something, the scorched black arms that originally blocked Niya's sight also froze.

"Hey, I thought it would be nice to have a samurai, a ninja, an executioner, a male trick..."

Feeling this inexplicably chilling aura, a drop of sweat fell from Niya's forehead.

"Could it be possible that this bone-bone man, who looks less than three seconds old, has had any great people in his ancestors?"

"puff……"

A smear of pitch-black energy slowly overflowed from the gap between the arms.

In the next second, the scorched black arms surrounding Niya in the phone booth turned into fly ash without warning.

"...Moreover, it doesn't belong to the kind and lawful camp at first glance."

In the annihilation of the fly ash, what appeared in front of Niya was a naked upper body full of ribs, wrapped in a thin layer of black energy...

Oida Yuan.

At this moment, the whites of his eyes were gone, only a pair of giant obsidian-like pupils remained.

On the skinny torso, the black energy turned into strange lines, swimming like a living thing.

The originally fashionable slightly curly hair has completely disappeared, turning into a shiny bald head with ring spots.

"Xiaojing Tianyuan" showed a cruel chuckle on the corner of his mouth, and his fingers danced lightly in the air...

"Nine-character cutting and printing..."

Several black lines slid across with his fingertips, intersecting horizontally and vertically, forming six "four vertical and five horizontal" curse seals, like a Go board.

"seal up!"

As the six curse seals were attached to the six inner walls of the phone booth, the arms and thick smoke that wanted to continue to penetrate all turned into black ashes the moment they passed through the curse seals.

"Master Harima, Ashiya Michimitsu, see reference."

After all this was done, "Xiaojing Yuan" put his hands together, and in the phone booth where the calm was restored, he gave a slight salute to Niya, a nun standing with a hammer.

"Michiman Ashiya..."

Hearing this name, Niya thought about it for a while, and immediately found out the name from the materials of the Exorcism Exemption Examination.

"The evil great Onmyoji in ancient Japan?!"

Ashiya Michimitsu, a pseudo-monk and wild onmyoji of the "Harima-style" in the Heian-kyo period.

In the Heiankyo era, the antonym of "Seimei of Justice" must be "Doman of Evil".

Although he is notorious, everyone has to admit that he, who comes from the folk school, is a man who can rival the great onmyoji Abe Seimei in terms of onmyoji.

It seems that old enemies will have a similar fate. Compared with Abe Seimei who is loyal to Fujiwara Michijo, Luwu Michimitsu serves his political enemy, Fujiwara Akimitsu.

After being defeated by Abe Seimei in the curse ceremony against Fujiwara Michijo and Fujiwara Akimitsu died, Ashiya Michimitsu was exiled to Harima by the imperial court.

After Luwu Domitsu's death, his descendants moved to Yingga, Miyake and other places near the Seto Inland Sea, and they still appeared in various historical eras as Onmyoji.

To this day, there are still many "Ashiyazuka", "Domanzuka" and "Domanwell" all over Japan to express the memory of the Luya family to this great ancestor.

"Evil Great Onmyoji? Is that what the history books say? It's not bad..."

"Xiaojing Tianyuan" with a shiny scalp smiled charmingly, turned his head to look at the black arms on the outside of the inner wall of the phone booth that were repeatedly cut by the nine-character inscription, but still kept stepping forward.

"The resentful spirits of the people who were burnt to death... They are calling for help... Howling... Unwilling... Resenting... These obsessions have been entangled repeatedly, and they have condensed into this interesting 'cause' in front of us...."

He stretched out his fingertips, gently caught a wisp of ashes floating around, put it on the tip of his nose, closed his eyes and sniffed lightly, showing an intoxicated expression.

"This is the unique charm that can only be brewed out of endless painful reincarnation... Wait, there seems to be extremely strong karma in it..."

"The source of the disaster? Is this the ancient Japanese name for weirdness?"

Hearing this interesting word, Niya didn't feel afraid at all because the other party was an "evil onmyoji", but asked for advice seriously.

The "Old Testament Prayer·Resurrection of Real Names" derived from "*****" is a forbidden technique of the Holy See that cannot be used except under special circumstances.

This technique can awaken the most powerful existence in the blood memory of the subject in a short time, sleeping in the long river of life.

Of course, the general situation is that these so-called "most powerful beings" may just be a butcher who is good at slaughtering or a city gate guard who has no power to restrain chickens.

However, no matter whether these beings are good or evil people, they will act according to the previous will of the subject.

Before Koida Moto passed out, there was only one thing he wanted to do...

Survive and escape from this scary phone booth.

"The gathering of incomplete obsessions and distorted rules is the root of all disasters in the world. It is called the source of disasters. Perhaps, it is similar to the weirdness you mentioned..."

"Xiaojing Tianyuan" stared with satisfaction at the indestructible "nine-character cut seal" covering the inside of the telephone booth with his pair of pitch-black eyes.

"The nine-character seal seal should buy you about half an hour..."

Originally, the unfathomable, evil and cold Oida Moto maintains that high-handed posture like "Buddha holding flowers"...

"...If you have the time to discuss this with me, why don't you hurry up and think about how to get out."

"Plop."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with no sense of responsibility...

"Well!!! One by one..."

After being stunned for a while, Niya's unwilling complaints sounded in the misty telephone booth.

"They are all soft things that look up to the sky at the beginning, show off their power, and surrender their guns at the critical moment!!!"