I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Om... um... um..."

As if meeting an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time, the "sun and moon" swords in the man's hands also let out excited chirps.

"Yes, and you...Although it's a little different from the past, but..."

Feeling the shock, he looked down at the pair of weapons in his hands with emotion: "...It's been a long time."

"The servant... finally... waited for you..."

Entrusted in her arms, Chaogiri still stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of her that had been buried in her heart for hundreds of years, and the voice from her slightly parted lips was trembling.

"This time... it won't be the same... the dream that the slave family... has every night, right?"

After being stunned for a second, she shook her head slightly, stretched out her hand cautiously, and traced the man's side face with the back of her finger, as if she wanted to confirm that it was not a dream...

Once, she would dream of this scene every night after falling asleep.

But always before stroking this beloved face, everything shatters into dream bubbles and turns into teardrops on the face when I wake up in the morning.

"After I left...you must...have suffered a lot."

His soft, beautiful, and jade-like face was somewhat different from what he remembered.

On the greasy side cheek, there was a cross scar.

On the upper left of the slender and straight sword eyebrows, a scorched black scar covered most of his forehead.

The high-spirited young man in memory has become a swordsman who has experienced many battles and vicissitudes.

"You have always been in my heart and never left... As long as we can meet each other as promised today, what's the problem with reincarnation, vicissitudes, mountains of swords and fire?"

Stretching out his tail finger to flick away the tears hanging from the corners of Zhao Wu's eyes, the man moved his face domineeringly and pressed her sandalwood lips hard...

"Hey, hey... This young man who is good at flirting with girls is really the ancestor of that indifferent straight man with a paralyzed face and steel sword, Abe-kun?"

"Furthermore, in the Abe family, which is rich in onmyoji, there has never been heard of such a master who can slay ghosts and gods with swords! 』

Looking at the strange samurai in the form of Abe Temple in front of him, after smashing the ghosts and gods with a single sword, he began to "sprinkle dog food" with this oiran without scruple. Hiroshi Tsuneda and Kengo Yamada felt that they could not eat anymore.

"This... Theoretically speaking, "True Name Recovery" will give priority to awakening the powerful existence hidden in the long river of blood..."

Niya, who was also puzzled by the effect of her technique, twitched her chin.

"Of course, because of some interference items, there is a possibility of such a small probability event."

Suddenly remembered something, she clapped her hands lightly: "By the way, I'll know when this guy gives his name!"

The technique of "real name recovery" is based on the original intention of "asking the name" to awaken these existences sleeping in history for a short time.

Therefore, according to the rules, after the opponent successfully summons, he must report his "real name" to himself as the caster.

At this moment, the warrior in the center of the giant pit parted from Chaowu reluctantly, and looked at Niya as the "caster" solemnly, as if he was about to report himself: "Tiantian first-class swordsman, Liu ..."

"boom!"

Behind the three of them, the remnants of ghosts and gods that had just landed reunited quietly and swiftly like lightning...

"...Yagyu Matajurou!!!!!!"

"What, the surname is not Abe... Is this the interference caused by the tauren blood?" ! 』

Amidst the flames, the bull ghost climbed up from the ruins as if he could not die, buried the bull's head in front of everyone's green eyes, and rushed towards the two hugging people in the huge pit...

"It's really been a long time... This time, I, who is immortal, will never lose to you again!!!"

"Shoji Jinemon..."

In His eyeholes, where the flames burst out of the frame due to hatred, the peaceful face of Yagyu Matajuro standing with his arms in his arms and holding a sword was reflected.

"Since I was able to seal you together with Yinyangliao back then, it doesn't matter if I kill you thousands of times today!"

...

March 2, 1657.

Edo, Hongo Maruyama, Honmyoji Temple.

"Namo Amitabha... Dotagata... Dodiyahe..."

In the quaint temple built on the hill, the rebirth mantra recited in unison echoes.

"Buzz... buzz..."

From time to time, there are melodious bells, passing along the temple all the way to Edo Castle below.

In the backyard where the temple is used for religious ceremonies, on top of a high firewood pile, there is a small and exquisite coffin.

In the coffin, lay a slender and graceful girl.

She is wearing a solemn and gorgeous purple kimono with large furisodes, her hands are peacefully clasped on her abdomen, and her eyes are closed.

That lifelike complexion, as if she just fell asleep temporarily and might wake up at any time.

"grown ups……"

"How about it, it's been more than a month, can't the fire be lit?"

Outside the gate of the temple, Shoji Jinemon, dressed in a black robe, with gray temple hair and a hooked nose like a goshawk, asked a little novice behind him in a deep voice.

It has been more than a month since Asagiri, the newly promoted Taifu of Yoshiwara Yukaku "Shinagawa Tower", "died suddenly of a sudden illness" on the way of Oiran Road.

Since the day Asagiri passed away, Yoshihara Yukaku has been experiencing strange things...

On the day when the bones were collected, everyone found that the purple furisode kimono on Chao Wu's body could not be taken off no matter what, as if it was stuck to his body with dried blood.

In order to avoid destroying the body, she could only put on a little make-up, fold her clothes into the coffin, and temporarily park it in the "Shinagawa Tower".

But that night, many Shinagawa girls who "stayed up late and worked overtime and fought until dawn" heard the sad and singing voices from the long street.

Not only the timbre of that singing was similar to that of Asagiri, but even the tune was Chaogiri's favorite humming song.

Not only that, there are also several wandering girls who fell asleep early due to menstruation, as if fascinated by ghosts, in the middle of the night along the dark Nakanomachi Street, walking eight character steps, like "Oiran Road" all the way to the At the gate of Yoshihara, the blood of menstruation flowed all the way...

The Yoshihara Self-Defense Forces who guarded the gate were so frightened that they almost drew their swords and killed them, thinking they saw a ghost.

Among them, there are even a few newly promoted husbands in other buildings who don't have to pick up guests that night.

After being awakened, they have no memory of it, except that they slept very soundly.

The next day, Asagiri's body was hurriedly sent to Honmyoji Temple on Hongo Maruyama next to Edo Castle.

After the inspection conducted by Honmyoji Temple, the root of the problem was the kimono that Chaogiri was wearing.

Therefore, the monks of Honmyoji Temple opened the altar, hoping to dispel the soaring resentment on the kimono, and then, according to the order of a certain adult, buried Chaogiri generously.

"That... that, the host said, the resentment on that kimono is too strong, at least you need to recite the scriptures until the third quarter of the noon when the yang energy is at its peak, a total of seven seven forty-nine days..."

Obviously just turned his back to him, but the little novice was so frightened by the murderous aura on the other party that he was trembling when he spoke.

"...Ignite the fire rashly, it may lead to catastrophe."

Exhausting all his strength, he squeezed out all the words the host told him to bring from his throat.