I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Master General, the Asagiri of Shinagawa Tower was carefully selected for you, the purest and most beautiful flower in Yoshiwara this year..."

Located on the second floor of the tea house in the middle of Nakamachi Street, on the balcony with the best view, an old man in black robe bowed flatteringly to the young man who was drinking tea from the curtain and couldn't see his face clearly.

This old man has gray temples, sharp eyes, and a towering aquiline nose, giving people a sense of decisiveness.

"Hmph, no matter how nicely you put it, it's just a slightly agile bird in a cage..."

The young man put down the teacup in his hand, and stared condescendingly at the charming figure who slowly appeared in his sight, surrounded by the noisy team.

"Seeing that it still has some quality, take it back to mount the lintel for the shogunate, and continue the bloodline."

"The general is right."

However, what was revealed in Guan Zhiling's voice was the majesty of someone who made the forehead of the old man beside him sweat slightly and who had been in a high position for a long time.

"...Wait, wait and see, what is that?"

The young man who couldn't take it back when his eyes fell on the oiran suddenly stood up in surprise, and pointed down somewhere...

"That, that is..."

The old man walked quickly to the railing, and looked at the team in the middle of the road below like lightning.

"……Blood?!"

On the gravel road, where the sleeves reach the ground, and slowly dragged past, there is a faint smear of fiery red, and the shocking bloody footprints trampled by the follow-up people...

The old man's eyes followed the bloodstain all the way, and fell on the figure in the middle of the team, which was moving more and more slowly.

"I don't believe anymore, I can't go on anymore, everything is wiped out, is it considered happy?"

Between the crowds and the road team swaggering through the city, it is difficult for those who are in it to notice...

But the gorgeous light purple kimono worn by the oiran Chaogiri, from the waist to the back hem, had quietly revealed a touch of blood at some point.

The large fire pattern embroidered on the kimono seems to be really burning under the blood soaking...

Together with the intertwined white cherry blossom petals, they were also stained with dark red flames.

"I really love you, even though it's too hasty"

At the same time, Asagiri, who was wearing heavy wooden clogs and holding the shoulder of the male servant through a gauze scarf, walked downstairs to the tea house, and suddenly staggered...

"Where is the home, swinging too much, exhausted"

"ah!!!!"

Amidst the exclamation of everyone, she fell to the ground powerlessly!

It is not without precedent for the oiran to fall down in the middle of the road, but it is extremely rude.

"Go away!"

The white-haired old man leaned over the railing on the second floor vigorously and fell straight onto the long street. He parted the flow of people and arrived in front of Chaowu with agility...

"You...you know how to do this..."

Looking at Asagiri who was lying on the ground with more and more blood flowing under him, he frowned, and his voice was trembling with anger: "What will happen to Shinagawa Tower, and even the entire Yoshiwara... Consequences?"

"Master Shoji..."

Lying in a pool of blood, Chao Wu's lips moved slightly, and he looked at the person in front of him with a dazed expression, his hands were feebly clasped around his waist, instead of saluting.

"Asagiri...the reason why she wants to become the oiran...is just for one person..."

If the layers of thick powder on her face were removed at this moment, what would be revealed would be a pale and pretty face without any blood.

"The way of the oiran is only once in a lifetime, and it is for him alone..."

Asagiri's eyes were dull and his breath was like a thread, but the stubbornness and infatuation in his words were like heavy stones, crushing Shoji Jinemon, who had always regarded human life as nothing, out of breath.

"Chaowu has nowhere to escape, and he doesn't want to let down the kindness of the building... But before the cherry blossoms are all over the mountain, it is a missed appointment to enter the court for another man's oiran..."

His hands trembled and folded reverently in front of his chest as if worshiping the gods, and in Chaogiri's big out-of-focus eyes, the sunset glow that was as red as fire and seemed to burn everything after the red sun faded was reflected...

"Under the dilemma, the only way to apologize is to show my loyalty."

The last gleam of expression faded from her eyes, and she loosened her hands weakly to the sides...

"...It's a pity, it's only a month away, and I can join hands with him to see the cherry blossoms all over the mountain."

Fluttering the sleeves and fluttering, it seems like a gorgeous butterfly falling into the sea of ​​bright red flowers, blooming a thrilling and fleeting beauty.

"Ha, ha ha ha ha ha... so stupid!"

Seeing the lifeless Asagiri, Shoji Jinemon seemed to have seen something funny, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

Before the Oiran Road team set off, Chaogiri had already had a laparotomy...

It is already a miracle to be able to endure the unforgettable pain, carry heavy clothes, and walk hundreds of meters of the long street with "eight character steps".

"Obviously he is a 'cage bird' who can do his best, but he wants to learn what those warriors say about loyalty, benevolence and righteousness, and die for love..."

He lowered his head and looked at Zhao Wu's corpse, his eyes were full of hatred!

"Come here, hang her body outside the gate, and wait for her lover to come and meet..."

"snort……"

Before Shoji Jinemon could finish his sentence, a cold snort came from behind him, making his back drenched in cold sweat instantly.

"In vain, you, Yoshihara, obviously have more than one 'Tai Fu', but you 'choose' the most disappointing one for me... If you didn't hide evil intentions on purpose, you would be old, and you can't even see the things under your nose." .”

"General calm down, this matter is due to the negligence of the villain, please be sure to..."

Hearing these words, Shoji Jinemon didn't care about being under the watchful eyes of everyone, and quickly fell to his knees in humility.

"No need, the young general appreciates Mr. Zhuang Si's kindness... The general's family has never had the custom of forcing prostitutes for generations!"

The young man with his hands behind his back and combing his half-moon hair, after being reprimanded softly inside the door, he turned and left towards the back door.

"This matter also happened because of you and me. Thinking about Zhao Wu, she can be regarded as an infatuated woman. She was sent to Benmiao Temple for a dignified burial... But this act of dying is really a bad habit, and I will abolish it from now on!"

"Obey, obey."

During the conversation, the flaming afterglow of the setting sun has completely dissipated, and the night slowly shrouded the silent Yoshihara Long Street...

No one noticed that the purple furisode kimono on Chaogiri was quietly inhaling the blood from the ground into her body, becoming more coquettish and plump.

...

"boom……"

On Yoshiwara Naga Street, where the heat wave is surging and the volcanic soup is like a sea, Abeji Temple, who is wrapped in blade armor, has more than half of his body. , caught in the collapsed long street.

"boom……"

Even so, he still waved his hands stubbornly, and formed a circle of round shields with the indistinguishable light of the sword...