I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Click..."

In the middle of the Huakui Daozhong team, this glamorous girl with dignity, maturity and innocence, put her bare hands on the shoulders of the man in front of her through a handkerchief, and stepped on exaggerated clogs five or six inches high, her jade feet gently facing her. Draw a round trajectory, and move forward half a step.

Immediately afterwards, her other foot moved forward again, drawing an arc...

Surrounded by several beautiful young girls behind her, the girl in Chinese clothes walked towards the two of them at a speed close to that of a turtle crawling with this strange pace of "love's outer horoscope circle"...

The dim light of the fire was reflected on the pale and pretty faces of the maids, and there was no trace of blood.

Paired with the scorched black and bloody "onlookers" around...

The parade in front of me is not so much "Oiran Road", but "Oiran's Funeral".

"Amitabha...Date's Hyogo bun, the three-toothed scorpion, the male hero holding an umbrella, the 'bald' who opened the way, the 'new creation' who followed, and the 'eight character steps'..."

Looking at the scene in front of her, Junko Kato, who was sitting behind Abeji Temple, narrowed her eyes slightly, obviously feeling great pressure.

"The person in front of me must be the oiran in this Tao..."

"Bazi character step" is a unique way of walking when the oiran is in the middle of the road. Edo Yoshihara is the outer eight characters, and Kyoto Island is the inner eight characters.

There is a saying in Edo that "oirans walk slower than bullock carts".

When the oiran is in the middle of the road, he often carries more than 20 catties of clothing and accessories, and it is extremely difficult to move around on the six-inch high and heavy wooden clogs called "three teeth under the 駄".

Coupled with this anti-human "eight characters" gait, even an oiran who is proficient in gait, an ordinary person's ten-minute journey would take more than an hour at the fastest.

"Look at her..."

Different from Kato Junko's focus, Abeji's gaze stayed on the undulating curve of the "oiran" from beginning to end as he swung a knife to kill the endless stream of men carrying lanterns in front of him.

It's not because the oiran has a graceful and attractive figure, but because of the grand purple kimono body and the wide cuffs stretched down to the ground, the pattern of flames and white flowers are intertwined to form a complete "Blazing Night" on the opponent's body. Cherry Picture"...

"It's the furisode kimono that ran away from the shrine!"

After being reminded by Abeji Temple, Kato Junko noticed that the somewhat familiar "Okisode" kimono worn by this oiran was the one who ignited the flames and drifted away after devouring five cult members in the Yoshiwara Shrine. pieces!

"Click...click..."

Following the elegant, dignified and solemn oiran, walking along the long street with "eight character steps", the cherry blossom petals falling in the sky also turned into a torrential rain...

The dense flames exploded on the pink Buddhist bell, leaving behind fine cracks.

"For the greedy beings, he expounds the correct Dharma to get rid of greed, for those who love and hate, he talks about compassion to get rid of hatred, for the ignorant, he talks about the twelve links of causation to get rid of ignorance, and for the stingy and greedy, he talks about danparamita!"

Feeling the pressure, Kato Junko frowned, and the Buddhist scriptures in her mouth became more and more urgent...

Once the Buddhist bell is broken, no matter how agile Abeji is, he will not be able to "not touch his body" among such dense petals.

Exposed to the inextinguishable flames transformed by cherry blossom petals, even if she wanted to retreat completely, she would probably have to consume the power of the "Endless Mandala" accumulated over the years in her career.

What's more, there are densely packed scorched earth bound spirits waiting outside, and there is this mighty oiran road inside...

If they took advantage of the chaos and swarmed up, the two of them might die instantly without a place to bury them.

When those men who carried the lantern fell under the knife of Abe Temple and turned into members of the sea of ​​corpses and blood on both sides of the long street, the oiran finally walked not far from the two of them.

"Master Shinagawa Asagiri, I have met the two adults."

Across the long street littered with charred corpses, the woman lowered her eyes and bowed to the two people who were in a mess.

"Shinagawa Tower... Asagiri... is that her?!"

Hearing this name, Abeji, who was about to slash with his sword, slowed down.

"Nujia Asagiri, thank you samurai for your help... the kindness of saving your life, you must remember it in your heart..."

In the alleyway surrounded by fireworks, that immature and delicate girl who seemed to be no different from ordinary people emerged in my heart.

"This Asagiri... who the hell is..."

The young girl who was just about to bloom, and the delicate and charming oiran in front of her, two completely different but inexplicably familiar faces gradually overlapped together.

"Why did this kimono get on her?"

The intuition in my heart told Abe Temple that the woman in front of me and the kimono on her must have a deep connection with this hidden place.

"Why is she the only one who looks like an ordinary person in this hermitage?"

The appearance of the spirit body will change with the experiences and obsessions in life, so the theory of being born from the heart is more applicable to the spirit body.

A spirit body that looks close to a living person in appearance at least shows that the mind is not so seriously distorted by obsession.

Even though he was full of doubts, the Buddhist bell above his head was constantly lit up with fierce flames by the cherry blossom petals as thick as goose feathers, and it was already crumbling like a hut in a blizzard.

Since you can't figure it out for a while, why not...

Cut it off first?

Just when Abe Temple narrowed his eyes slightly, and his body was about to act instinctively...

"I feel no malice on her..."

Kato Junko's turbulent body stuck to his back, and he stretched out his hand to hold his hand on the scabbard: "It's better to wait and see what happens... take the opportunity to adjust your breath..."

"Dare to ask this lord, where have you and I met by fate?"

Cherry blossoms fell like rain, looking at the handsome samurai holding double knives, blood splattered on the long street, looking at death like home, and the poignant beauty who was "protected" behind him, the oiran who called himself "Amagiri", a trace of bewilderment flashed in his beautiful eyes.

This situation, this scene, this person...

Reluctantly, the flowers fall, and the sword of deja vu returns.

...

1653, Edo, Yoshiwara.

"Bastard boy, remember it for me..."

"If you are still here when I bring someone back, uncle, just wash your ass and wait!"

"Oh, this kid is really ruthless, he stabbed so deeply..."

On the long street full of feasting lights and soft red and fragrant soil, several men dressed as samurai ran towards the gate of Yoshiwara, limping and clutching their backs.

"Bah! Don't make me wait too long..."

In the middle of the long street, a tall young man in a toga and kimono spit out blood and stood proudly.

"At Yagyu's house, Jujuro, I'm waiting for a few people to come and challenge me at any time!"

In his hands, one on the left, one on the right, and one on the other, each holding a long and thin bamboo stick...

At the bottom of the bamboo stick, there is a dumpling that will not be eaten in the future.