I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Clah la la la..."

Among the collapsed buildings, countless flame-wrapped "flames" with withered limbs slowly stood up and gathered towards the location of Abe Temple...

"If you are reborn a thousand times...then I will kill you a thousand times, so what's the matter!"

The light of the sword reappeared, and the newly appeared fire tornado, as well as the surrounding "flame men" were annihilated again...

"Matajuro!!!"

During the stalemate between the light of the sword and the flames, a tall and strong man who also held two knives jumped out of the fire field, and the thick and long swords in his hands cut towards the surrounding "flame men" like cutting grass, setting off a series of pitch-black flames. Fuzzy head.

"I brought the people from Yinyang Liao here!"

"Mr. Matsumoto? ! Why is he here……"

Although he didn't have that stubble all over his face, Abeji immediately recognized that this majestic uncle was his mysteriously missing kendo mentor, Matsumoto Ginji.

"It's useless, only by sealing this section of Furisode can the fire be completely extinguished!"

Under the scorching flames, Matsumoto Ginji had become scorched black, but returned to white in an instant.

"Tuyumen Shinto Yinyang Liao, "Shouchending" see reference! "

Behind him, several priests wearing black hunting clothes stepped through the flames and came to the two of them.

"Please protect us both... Just leave the matter of the seal to us."

One after another flying talisman papers surrounded them, and the flames touched were extinguished.

"So that's it, all of these causes and effects come from that half of the small furisode?" 』

Looking at this scene in a daze, Abeji, who seemed to be enlightened, suddenly went dark...

"So, this swordsman named Matajuro, specially showed me this memory to tell me..."

When his sight became clear again, he had already appeared in a small main hall.

"No, this is not the memory I want to show you."

The man's cold voice rang in his ears.

"This is buried in reincarnation... your own memory..."

"Are you... Matazuro?"

A man in a long robe with two swords on his waist is facing away from him, kneeling in front of a statue of a goddess tied with shimenawa rope.

"Shoji Jinemon and the earthbound spirits who died in a tragic death of nearly 100,000 have been sealed by Onmyouliao."

"Not surprisingly, within a few hundred years, these souls will be wiped out..."

Talking to himself, the man unbuttoned his clothes, pulled out his waistband, and gently touched his abdomen with a sharp sword...

"Asagiri's ashes have also been integrated into this statue, hoping to serve Goddess Benzaiten's knees and help seal this thing to forgive sins."

"Wait, you, what are you doing?!"

Seeing the other party's solemn and extremely familiar movements, Abe Temple frowned and reached out to grab the knife, but found nothing.

"It's over here, and I have my own sins to forgive."

You Shoulang turned his ear to him, and smiled calmly: "Don't stop me... Remember, this is just a memory, a trivial matter that has long been annihilated in the long river of history."

"Puff..."

Following Nawakizashi's stabbing and slashing, blood instantly stained the ground of the shrine.

"Hiss... it hurts... when Asagiri cut his belly, when those innocent people were trapped in the fire, didn't they also hurt like this?"

You Shoulang lowered his head, his body twitched slightly, as if he was savoring the abdominal pain seriously.

"I haven't had time to write the death poem, so let's use Teacher Xinmeng's "Lonely Way"...Uh...just on that day, on the way to Hongo Maruyama, I have already recited it."

He seemed to be savoring a mellow fine wine, with a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth, and he closed his eyes muttering: "This is the end, if the meeting that day was destined to be a mistake, I have never regretted it, I can only be grateful... "

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see her for the last time."

Abe Temple was silent, and stood there with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to engrave all this in his memory.

"Remember, that thing must be sealed..."

Then, the words He opened his mouth unconsciously and blurted out overlapped with the voice of Yagyu Matajuro: "No matter how many reincarnations you go through, never forget it!"

This time, Abeji finally saw clearly the face of this man named Matajuro.

It turned out to be his own face.

...

"Furisode...it's Furisode fire!!!"

In the red-light district of Yoshiwara, Abeji, who was pale and frowning, turned over from the stretcher with a roar.

"Pfft!!! Tachibana Piaoxue is Xiaoqiang, so he can wake up with such a serious injury?"

"Ugh, my eyes!!!"

Sousuke Araki, who was the closest and was drinking water, was so scared that he sprayed Moto Oida across the face.

"The sealed resentful spirit in the Shenyin did not come from the Yoshihara fire!"

Ignoring Araki Sousuke's complaints, Abeji almost roared out the words stuck in his chest.

"It's the ghost who died in the 'Furisode Fire' that burned the entire Edo, and never rests!"

"What?! Fushou fire?"

Hearing his words, Tokita Hiroshi and the others seemed to have realized something, and their faces turned pale.

"... No wonder, there are so many earth-bound spirits buried in that hidden place!"

"Zhenxiu is on fire... how beautiful is it?"

Only Sousuke Araki, who had never passed the history exam, was still dazed while everyone was awake.

"The fire of the sleeves is the fire of the Ming calendar I mentioned earlier! Mr. Araki, you don't know at all..."

『Please, such a famous historical event can be easily found on Google and Wiki! 』

Moto Oida took out his mobile phone with disdain, opened the page and handed it to him.

There is a saying, "Fire and battle are the flowers that bloom in Edo."

Edo, which happened once every three years on average, and had a total of 89 large-scale fires, ranked first in the world in terms of the number and scale of fires.

Among them, the Ming Dynasty fire was the most tragic, and even further promoted the urban expansion of Edo and the development of the fire protection industry.

The Great Fire of the Ming Dynasty, also known as the "Furisode Fire" and "Long-sleeved Kimono Disaster", was the earliest and most tragic fire in Edo on record. The worst catastrophe.

According to historical records, on March 2, 1657, when Edo Honmyoji Temple performed rituals and cremated the remains of a deceased girl, a gust of wind blew away a burning sleeve and ignited Honmyoji Temple...

Due to the strong wind, the fire spread along the wind from Honmyoji Temple to the castle tower, Honmaru, Ninomaru, Nishinomaru and other places in Edo Castle, and then burned 2574 hectares out of control.

The fire lasted for three days and three nights, reduced two-thirds of Edo Castle to ashes, and swallowed more than 500 daimyo residences, more than 700 banner residences, countless samurai residences, and more than 300 temples , More than 400 towns and cities, about 107,000 people died in it.