I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Originally, I haven't seen that girl for a while, not to mention that she has become the way she is now, and I am also responsible...Unexpectedly, you are a fighting freak like a brother..."

Araki Zongsuke has not finished speaking, Mochizuki is already "not speculative in words", pressing his hands on the wheelchair...

"Since you have agreed, don't live it, I will concentrate on recovering from my wounds."

Then, with the agility comparable to that of a wheelchair basketball player, he came to a "180-degree take-off and U-turn" and disappeared into the elevator that was about to close.

"Hey, Zongsuke, is this guy's injury really as serious as it looks?"

Looking at the closed elevator doors, Fujiwara Takumi rubbed his nose suspiciously.

"What about him, maybe it's the traditional art of other people's disaster prevention mobile team that borrowing injuries and vacations, defrauding insurance funds and subsidies after the mission is over?"

"Let's go, we have to hurry up and go back to Tokyo."

Striding to the gate of the hospital, Araki Sosuke raised his head to look at the sunny, cloudless blue sky, his slightly narrowed eyes flashing a dangerous light.

"Xinghei... Reiko... Toshimoto old man... those whose organs were innocently harvested... and the conspiracy brewing under the feet of Tokyo..."

"If it weren't for Sangoro to tell me personally, I still don't know, it turns out that we and Aum Shinrikyo, as well as the'Speaking Leader', still have such a big ass to be accounted for!"

...

After half an hour.

"Mosimosi...oh, it's the old man...have you read all the mission briefings here in Hokkaido?"

On the balcony of the Hakodate Municipal General Hospital, Mochizuki answered the phone with a relaxed and low tone looking at the bus moving away below.

"The awakened ghosts and gods Tsukisan in Goryokaku, the formation under the castle, and the grievances scattered throughout Hokkaido have all been resolved... Yes, if it were not for Fujiwara Takumi, the "Yasaka Kiyomizu" was activated at the last minute. Yu", I am afraid I am buried in Hokkaido..."

At this moment, his whole body wrapped in bandages, he was standing on the edge of the guardrail effortlessly.

"You ask the golden Buddha that passed away in the sky over Hokkaido? It should also be the'miracle' that he used when using the artifact... ?"

"Image data? Sorry, before the black snow was dispersed, there was not a single instrument in Hokkaido that could work normally."

And the wheelchair that he was riding in was parked at the door of the ward just like a throwaway.

"Is it here? Except for the heavy casualties and the need to rest on the spot, nothing else..."

"Oh, by the way, that Princess Leaf is already under the escort of Araki Sosuke and Fujiwara Takumi, and has left for Tokyo...The Yin Yang Riao sent two people to pick up the two'Shou Chen Ding' and they have also arrived in Hakodate..."

With one ear clipped the phone to his shoulder, Mochizuki smiled lightly and pulled off the three layers of bandages on his body...

"Are you asking about the task of hunting down Araki Sosuke? For that guy, Fujiwara Takumi and I had a fight on a snowy mountain, and even the "Sake Tun no Corner" was broken...Behind it was the ghost god Kondo who stabbed a lot of knives. It’s good to be able to answer the phone now..."

"What is called'even me', it is the'favored person of once in four thousand years' who carries one of the royal family's'three divine tools'...not to mention, the divine power of the Amaterasu series is so "great for me" "The power of the country" is restrained tightly. "

Between the bandages, he revealed his tangled, unscathed, and shiny body.

"In short, I have to train in Hokkaido for a period of time, by the way, do a'post-disaster survey' to confirm whether Goryokaku's formation has any sequelae."

"You asked me when I plan to return to Tokyo? Ah, sorry, I should have an infusion..."

Listening to the inquiry on the other end of the phone, the chuckle at the corner of his mouth gradually spread towards the base of his ears, revealing a row of hideous white teeth, shining in the sun.

"When the injury is recovered and the matters here are dealt with, let's come back to the matter."

In the next second, sparks splashed from the mobile phone in Mochizuki's hand, falling to the ground like fine black sand.

...

"Teacher...yes, I have heard about the general situation in Hokkaido..."

Next to the dimly lit and empty platform, Jiro Yanmine, dressed in a neat suit, is sitting on the long wooden chair waiting for the bus.

"It's no wonder that the Yin Yang Liao is so big that I dare to let Fujiwara Takumi pass alone..."

He sullen his face solemnly, and kept the phone ten centimeters away from his ear.

"Although he has paid enough attention to it, this genius priest has lived for so many years, and his hidden strength is beyond our imagination... Besides, who would have expected that he actually brought that artifact and summoned the'God Descendant'... …Distinguish Sangoro, if you lose unjustly."

Beside him, a woman with a slim figure and colorful scales on the skin outside her dress is carefully drawing eyebrows, filling powder, and shadowing him...

"It's a pity that after training him in Hokkaido for so many years, he finally unearthed the secrets of the earthwork sect and helped them start the formation, but they died until they could not hold on to it for a day."

"From the fact that he hasn't contacted me now, 80% of him still got his own fate... It seems that the Tokugawa Shogunate did not have time to launch the'backhand', it is not so reliable in the legend."

Just looking at the state of Yanmine Jiro at this moment, it is not like a leader of an anti-human cult, more like a politician and celebrity waiting for a talk show next to the studio.

"Yes, I see, sir... Although Hokkaido's plan has not achieved the expected results, but that'sacred tool' has exhausted its power, presumably the pressure on the royal family will be even greater..."

"Songsuke Araki and Takumi Fujiwara have left for home? Hey, it just so happens that my first row of'audience seats' are still empty."

In the mirror handed by the woman next to him, Yanfeng Jiro examined his handsome but steady makeup.

"...Okay, don't worry, I hope we meet next time in the'New World'."

Hanging up, he straightened his collar and stood up.

"Huh, do you think of me as the terrorist of Awad who can only do destruction? What I want is a new world that can be used by the "Blessed One", not the "City of Death" that is destroyed after the war... …"

Following Yanmine Jiro's calm gaze, on the platform track on the opposite side, a black train with a simple shape of about 500 meters long was quietly parked.

"But to achieve this step, to disintegrate the existing order and popular belief is the destruction that must be experienced before rebirth!"

The surface of this huge train is covered with uneven black carapace with hidden barbs.

And between those "carapace" gaps, there was a stream of lava-like fire light passing by, and white mist-like steam gushing out from time to time.

From time to time, there are believers wearing black robes with different body shapes and appearances, appearing from the air and underground with their magical powers, and moving huge plastic incubators into the black train.

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