I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Nujia Asagiri, thank you Lord Samurai for your help..."

On the ground behind the young man, there was a young girl with an immature appearance, wearing a simple and elegant kimono, whose face was no more than seventeen years old.

She climbed up from the ground pitifully, timidly bowed 180 degrees to the other party, showing good dancing skills.

"The grace of saving, life-saving, must be remembered in the heart."

Not to mention that thanks to this person's righteous action, I was able to escape from the molestation of those ronin...

No matter who it is, anyone who has seen this young man holding two "super-large skewers" of dumpling houses, cutting out sharp swordsmanship, and stabbing those ronalds out of their asses with thousands of holes in them, I am afraid that they will be even worse than she is now. Be humble and polite.

"Is it Chaowu? Seeing injustice on the road, it is our duty to draw swords to help... There is no need to thank you..."

As if remembering that there was someone behind him, the young man bit off the last dumpling on the bamboo stick, turned around belatedly, and smiled sunnyly at the girl who was only as tall as his shoulder.

"When I first entered Yoshiwara, I accidentally lost my way because the commercial street was too busy. If it's convenient, could you tell me where the 'Shinagawa Tower' is?"

"Shinagawa Building?"

Staring blankly at the young man dressed as a samurai, squinting and smiling, the girl's mind went blank.

Just now, he was molested by those rogues, he just wanted to run away in a panic, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the appearance of this brutal man who was helping with sticks.

Her eyes are like clear springs, her face is like a crown of jade, her body is tall and tall...

Taking a closer look, this is actually a beautiful man with exquisite and soft features, but his temperament is as sharp as a sword.

He didn't shaved the popular Yuedai hairstyle, but tied his long hair in a bunch at the back with a hemp rope, but he looked more natural and unrestrained.

The most eye-catching thing was his plain black kimono that was casually draped over his shoulders like a cape. On the wide and long left sleeve of the robe, a large area of ​​red flame patterns and white petals were gorgeously intertwined.

Judging by his age, he seems to be similar to himself.

In this world, there are actually men who can be born so hard that people can't get bored.

In contrast, those eccentric guys in "Chrysanthemum Downstairs" are so greasy that it makes people sick.

"That...you probably don't know...then I'll look for it myself..."

"It's all the fault of Ginji, who left only the name of the store when he left. He must have known that I was going to come after him, and made things difficult on purpose..."

Looking at the girl in front of him with sluggish eyes and a silent mouth, the young man nodded apologetically, and was about to turn around and leave.

"My... Nu's house is the new building of Shinagawa Building!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, the girl grabbed the other's gorgeous long sleeves fluttering in the wind a little abruptly, and even jumped out with her local accent.

In order to cover up the accents from all over the world and conform to the habits of the upper class in Edo, Yoshihara wandering girls learned a unique accent called "Yoshihara dialect" from an early age.

If the teacher in charge of etiquette heard what she just said, I'm afraid he would whip her ass hard.

"It just so happens that the slave's family is also going back to the building, so let me lead the way for Mr. Samurai as a token of gratitude..."

In this era, most of the wandering girls who grew up in Yoshiwara Yukaku were orphans or those from poor families who were unable to support them.

And because Youkuo is praised as an elegant, prosperous and trend-setting place, the involuntary status of Younv will not be discriminated against, and she will even be considered to make money here to "do filial piety" for the family, which is not something to be ashamed of. export thing.

"It's not necessary to lead the way, I just want to ask for directions..."

"Those rogues may leave and come back at any time, since the warrior lord has saved the servant's house..."

At the age of 10, the young girl still has a childlike detachment and courage.

"If a good person does it to the end, send the Buddha to the West."

Without any explanation, she pulled the young man with a wry smile on his face, and walked along the long street.

If life is only as it was first seen, why is the autumn wind sadly drawing a fan.

...

"Yoshihara Yanshang" is in the middle of the long street.

"What are you talking about... We were an hour ago, didn't we just..."

Facing Asagiri's gentle question, Abeji was about to say something when Kato Junko behind him gently tugged at the hem of his clothes: "What we encountered before should be just memories reappearing, and now She shouldn't know us..."

"If you stimulate them rashly, I'm afraid you may miss some important clues. Why don't you try to communicate first."

On the noisy long street before, after the "peaceful" life was broken by the two, the Earth Bound Spirit, who ran away because of painful memories, is still lying on both sides of the long street "with his bones still fresh", steaming into resentment a little bit.

"Ahem... The two of you have just arrived here, and you have never met your Excellency."

Abeji bowed his head and coughed lightly, and changed the topic of conversation, his hands seemed to be hanging down, but they were secretly accumulating strength, which seemed to mean that he saw the situation was not good, and he drew his sword and cut it.

"Forget it...Although you seem to have known each other, but after all, you are not him..."

Faced with this answer, Asagiri seemed a little disappointed, with infinite sadness showing on his pale face.

"Tonight, the Yoshihara cherry blossoms are blooming..."

She lightly supported the evil spirit beside her with bare hands, and once again drew a horoscope outward with her slender feet stepping on heavy wooden clogs...

"Even if he can't come as promised..."

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Following her movements, the sound of uniform footsteps came from the streets and alleys around the long street.

Those scorched earthbound spirits who had been standing still in the side alleys and staring at the team in Huakui Road before, all slowly gathered towards the sides of the long street.

The long street, which was originally piled up with black stumps, was suddenly crowded with people.

The two of them felt that they had returned to Yoshiwara Yukaku in the Edo period, and they were among the onlookers in the Oiran Road.

The only difference is that they "ignorantly" blocked the oiran's way forward.

And the indifferent eyes of all the earth binding spirits gradually shifted from the gorgeous and charming oiran to the two of them.

"Even if no one is waiting for you at the gate, Chaowu still has to go through, which was not completed at the beginning..."

He raised his small chin, squinted his eyes slightly, and did not look sideways at the foggy eyes. He continued to move the "Bazizi" slowly, and continued walking along the long street without looking at the two of them again.

"A person who walks once in a lifetime for only one person is the way of the oiran."

...

Yoshihara Yukaku, Edo, 1654.

"Damn Yinci, it takes so long every time, how long are you going to make me wait today..."

A man in a samurai uniform with long hair tied back, with a straw in his mouth, sat on the street outside Shinagawa House.

Although it was the brightly lit and bustling Yoshiwara Flower Street, his sitting posture and demeanor were as solemn as worshiping Buddha in a Buddhist hall.

"You Shoulang, why do you always squat at the door instead of going in every time you come?"

The long sleeves tattooed with flames and cherry blossoms were gently pulled, and a playful question from a girl sounded from behind.

"Looking at your fine clothes and those two fine knives, you don't seem to be short of money."