I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"I see...it's been tossing for forty-eight days, and it's not too late."

After Shoji Jinemon responded, he put his hands behind his back and bowed his head in silence.

Even after Asagiri left, Yoshihara Yukaku still had an inexplicable long song echoing every night.

Even if the "curfew order" is issued, from time to time there will be wandering girls walking along the long street like sleepwalking...

Gradually, among the Yangwu houses, a wandering girl whispered that it was Chaogiri's soul that had not dissipated, and was still in the "Oiran Road" in Yoshihara every night, looking forward to the appointed day when her sweetheart came to welcome her in front of the gate of Yoshihara.

This is also one of the reasons why he will be here in person today.

As for another reason...

Under Shoji Jinyou's frowning, his sharp eagle-like eyes stared unblinking at the steep mountain road below the temple gate, which was one person wide.

At this time, the Yoshino cherry blossoms with the earliest flowering period are quietly competing to bloom.

Poignant light pink blooms all over the mountains and fields, spreading like a burning flame from Hongo Maruyama to Edo Castle below.

At the end of Shoji Jinemon's line of sight, the stone slabs on the mountain path and the cherry blossom trees on both sides have all been dyed bright red.

"Puff..."

What is more red than cherry blossoms is naturally the blood splashed when the head is lifted up.

"Do not violate the common sense of the world, do not live for pleasure, do not depend on others for everything, despise yourself and value the world"

Wearing a black robe, holding a pair of knives, a tall man with a stubble face and disheveled hair, he was walking up the mountain path step by step with his head down, still muttering something.

"I don't think about desires in my life, I don't regret anything about myself, I never envy others, and I don't feel sad when parting"

In the cherry blossom forests on both sides, a masked man covered in bandages sprang out from the forest and the mud from time to time like a ghost, waving all kinds of weapons at him.

"Don't complain about everything, don't indulge in admiration, don't be biased in everything, don't seek luxury in your own house, and don't be greedy for money when you grow old"

Kunai, Shuriken, Saling, Ninja Sword, Fukiya, Ninja Staff, Armor Hook, Fujitsu False Weapon...

Facing these sneak attacks from tricky angles and as fast as a ghost, the man always cuts out the long knife without looking back.

"Morning fog..."

Whispering a certain name, he stared blankly at the temple above.

"...I'm here to pick you up."

"Rough tea and light meals are not greedy for delicious food, do not occupy ancient relics passed down from generation to generation, do not harm one's own affairs, do not insist on the best weapons, and do not hesitate to die to prove the Tao"

Every seemingly careless swing of the knife, but coming first, represents a head soaring into the sky.

The head rolled all the way, staining the stone road behind him red, making the cherry blossoms on both sides look more beautiful.

"Worship Buddha and God without asking for it, the body can die, the name of a warrior cannot be abandoned, and the way of the sword cannot be separated"

The double knives kept waving, and the heads of people rose and fell like a tide.

The originally pitch-black robe was dyed dark red, and it became tattered amidst countless knife marks.

Only on the left sleeve that flutters with the wind, the flame patterns and cherry petals are more and more beautiful in the blood light.

The headless corpse filled the bloody steps behind him like a pilgrimage, with no end in sight.

How can a human head be a heartless thing, turned into spring mud to protect flowers.

The cherry blossoms in the coming year will surely bloom even more brilliantly.

When the sun was high and corpses were strewn across the field, the only one standing in front of the man was the old man in black at the gate of the temple.

"Yagyu Matajuro..."

The dark ninja sword in Shoji Jinemon's hand collided fiercely with the long sword in the man's hand.

"...Do you know that this move is declaring war on the shogunate on behalf of the Yagyu family."

His eyes were full of resentment.

Most of the elite Yoshiwara Self-Defense Forces that I have worked so hard to cultivate are already on that mountain road today, and turned into flower fertilizer under the sword of this man.

"I have obtained permission from Patriarch Zongyan to quit the Yagyu family..."

Looking at the "Master of Yoshiwara" in front of him, there was no hatred in Yagyu Matajurou's calm eyes, only an indelible sadness.

"The only ones here are the ronin samurai, Matatoshiro, who came to retrieve the body of his dead wife."

"Jiejiejiejie, it seems that in this matter, the shogunate and the Liusheng family have abandoned you and me for the sake of their own dignity..."

Two sharp jagged blades popped out of the ninja sword in Shoji Jinemon's hand, leaving a scar on Yagyu Matajurou's handsome face.

"However, Asagiri is from Yoshihara, and death is Yoshihara's ghost..."

"No one, not even a corpse, can leave Yoshihara without my permission!"

Perhaps it was aroused by the splashing blood, the sickle-like Ninja sword with hidden mechanism in Shoji Jinemon's hand became more agile and treacherous, colliding with the two knives in Yagyu Matatoshiro's hand to produce dense sparks.

"Just when it's time to light the fire, I kindly burn your little boy's body with her, so as to comfort Mr. Chaowu's spirit in the sky."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin wisp of smoke rose from the temple behind him.

"Morning fog..."

Seeing this scene, Yagyu Matajurou frowned, and the double knives in his hands that had been cut to the curly blade disappeared without a trace in Shoji Jinemon's eyes...

Two days of first-class, five rounds, and the scroll of the sky!

"not good!"

Years of experience in life-and-death struggles made Shoji Jinemon instinctively raise his ninja knife to one side of his body to block...

"Zheng."

Faced with his movements, Yagyu Matajurou put his sword back into its sheath slowly, as if he hadn't heard of it, and passed Shoji Jinemon, and disappeared into the temple gate without stopping.

"If you don't hide, maybe you can die easier like them."

"you……"

Shoji Jinemon wanted to turn around and strike again...

But the ninja knife in his hand, together with his body, began to crack silently along the blood line that ran through his left shoulder to his right waist at some point...

"I... lost?"

Beheading with one knife is the greatest mercy given to the opponent by the warriors in the life-and-death struggle.

"I, Shoji Jinemon, have been soldiers and horses all my life and experienced countless life and death battles before I became the uncrowned king of Yoshiwara..."

Shoji Jinemon knelt softly on the ground, lowered his head powerlessly, his eyes were full of ferocity and unwillingness.

"But I didn't expect to be here today, lost to the bravery of one person..."

The breath of rust immediately surged up his throat, blocking the next words.

"Asagiri... you idiot..."

Yagyu Matajuro's muffled roar like a wounded wolf resounded in the courtyard.

"It's all my fault, I came back...too late...uhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"My condolences to this benefactor, Taifu Zhaowu, who has passed away in the fire."

"The dead are the greatest, please recite the mantra of the past life with me here, and pray that she can reach the other shore soon..."

"Master, you-look...and-kimono...that kimono is flying!"

I don't know what happened, suddenly there are countless sparks, bursting in the temple, and everything touched is on fire.

"Yan, Yan is on! Yan is on!"

"Quick, bring the water!"

The Honmyo-ji Temple, which was built by cutting down the cherry trees in the mountains, turned into a sea of ​​flames in an instant.

"...the monster, go away!"

Yagyu and Jujuro's stern reprimand resounded throughout the courtyard.

A scorching hot thing with a fragrant wind spread over Shoji Jinemon from behind.

"This is, that kimono?"

In his black and white blurred vision, he saw a long sleeve covered with fire patterns and cherry blossoms, which was stretched in front of him from behind...

The scorching and eroding flame immediately ignited his body and consciousness...

"This... what is this?!"

At the gate of Benmiao Temple, the people who were forced out by the thick smoke and fire turned their heads in horror...

"Master Shoji?"

I saw the purple Ofurisode kimono that flew up from the burning fire and ignited the entire temple, and at some point, with the flames that devoured everything, it covered the body of Shoji Jinemon who knelt down and died.

"No, I, Shoji Jinemon, the king of Yoshiwara..."

As the knot of the kimono was automatically tightened, it fit perfectly on Shoji Jinemon's body...

"How can it be, because of your worthless love and the hypocrisy of the shogunate, you just died here..."

Originally he had no breath, but in the rising flames, his skin was scorched and his flesh was bruised, and his body cracked like black charcoal was overflowing with flames!

Endless unwillingness and desire blended with this treacherous fire, as if the raging fire met dry wood, turning into a steady stream of powerful force, pouring into Shoji Jinemon's body.

There is a voice in the bottom of my heart, telling him...

I have transcended to another level of life.

"Hehehehehehehe... I, Shoji Jinemon, will live forever with this flame from today on..."

Wearing a gorgeous kimono, his body was like scorched black carbon, and his face was blurred. He stood up slowly amidst the unwilling shouts.

"Namo Amitabha... Lord Shoji..."

Seeing this scene, the abbot of Benmiao Temple ran outside the gate of the courtyard, and immediately put his hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures silently: "There is no peace in the three realms, just like a house on fire, full of suffering, it is terrifying..."

"Since my lord has been possessed by a resentment and turned into an evil spirit, I can only do my duty as a Buddhist practitioner..."

The looming Buddha light bloomed from his body...

"Duty?! Hey, you useless bald ass..."

"call."

In the next second, Shoji Jinemon, who had turned into a charred corpse, danced his sleeves softly and twistedly...

"I wasted so many days and couldn't solve this kimono..."

"Ahhhhh..."

The turbulent flames gushed out, and the old abbot turned into a burning man in an instant as if he had been splashed with oil!

"So far, do you think you can stop me?!"

"Hurry up and save the abbot!!!"

Several monks with buckets in their hands rushed up to put out the fire from the bottom of the mountain, and immediately stepped forward to rescue them.

They desperately found that this weird flame was not only extremely hot and indestructible, but also flowed around the ground like life...

"Live, host?!"

Then, the abbot, who was struggling frantically in the flames and turned into charred bones, leaped up, threw the two of them down, and set them on fire with the enchanting flames on his body...

"Hahahahaha... burn it... burn it..."

Under the Honmyoji Temple completely shrouded in flames, Shoji Jinemon, wearing a gorgeous kimono, walked down the mountain step by step.

"Together with me, use the desire in your heart to ignite everything within sight!"

Behind him, several monks who were also covered in flames and scorched black slowly climbed up from the ground and followed behind him.

The raging fire started from the top of Hongo Maruyama and spread down the mountain road.

The cherry blossoms blooming all over the mountains were instantly engulfed by flames, and the whole mountain seemed to be transformed into an eight-heat hell.

The headless corpse of the "Yoshiwara Self-Defense Force" on the left and right sides of the mountain road also slowly stood up in the flames and gathered into a torrent of "flame men", following behind Shoji Jinemon...

"Hahahaha, I, Shoji Jinemon, will be reborn from the ashes today, and I will turn Edo into scorched earth and become the real king of this land!"

"Boom!"

Surrounded by flames all over the mountains and fields, the Benmiao Temple, which had turned into a pile of fire, collapsed suddenly.

"Why?"

Shoji Jinemon stopped in his footsteps and turned around stiffly. In his empty eye sockets, two flames passed over the scorched black flames behind him with dull eyes...

"You didn't become like them... turned into a puppet of lust... Jie Jie Jie Jie... But, it's okay..."

In the ruins of the collapsed Benmiao Temple, a tall figure walked out of the fire without haste.

"I was still regretting that I couldn't send you on the road in person... Yagyu Matajuro!!!"

Walking out of the Honmyoji Temple engulfed in flames, it was Yagyu Matajurou with twin swords on his waist and dull eyes.

At this moment, his clothes were scorched black, and the skin on his body surface showed multiple burns.

The most obvious one was a large dark red burn on one side of his forehead.

Added a hint of ferocity to the original handsome face.

A layer of faint blue light that is difficult to discern with the naked eye, like an insulator, quietly covered his body surface, preventing the surrounding flames from contaminating it.

"Asagiri... let's go..."

Ignoring Shoji Jinemon, who was burning with anger and completely turned into a monster, and his own bruised body, Yagyu Matajuro hugged something tightly in his arms as if caring for a baby.

"Take you to see, the world outside You Kuo..."

It was a delicate and small bone urn.

The ashes of Asagiri were naturally contained in it.

He actually braved the fire, thick smoke and high temperature, in the backyard of Benmiao Temple, carefully collected Chaowu's ashes, and then walked out of the fire.

"Where to go?! The second round has just begun..."

Shoji Jinemon's long sleeves danced gracefully, and the flames all over the mountains and fields converged towards his hands...

"Roar……"

Smelling the breath of the living, the group of "flame men" who howled in pain and bursting into the sky also let out a greedy roar, and surrounded the mountains and plains towards Yagyu Matajurou...

"Sorry, you..."

Standing calmly in the sea of ​​flames, Yagyu Matatoshiro protected the urn with one hand, put the handle of the knife on the other hand, and his whole body surged with spiritual energy...

"...blocks the way."

A huge sword light swung out from the hand of Yagyu Matajuro, splitting the sea of ​​flames under his feet into two...

"No!!!"

Whether it was the "Blame Man" rushing along the mountain road, or Shoji Jinemon behind them, who was blazing into the sky, they all turned into coke that shattered on the ground under the seemingly slow but fast light of the sword.

Even the purple furisode kimono on his body was inevitably torn apart and shattered into pieces of rags under the light of the knife...

There is no resistance.