I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Just when "Akagi-san" walked behind Araki Sousuke majestically, Araki Sousuke happened to stand up, picked up the wooden basin and poured water from his head.

The foam all over his body immediately dissipated along the water flow, revealing his inverted triangle back muscles and eight-pack abs.

"En? Is there something wrong?"

Turning his head to see the man behind him, Araki habitually raised his nostrils, the bridge of his nose and his brows squeezed together, putting on a typical stinky face of a bad boy.

If there was a brat who dared to put on this expression of "seeking death" to him on weekdays, "Chi Mu-san" would have smashed the pot in the opponent's face long ago.

But now, "Akagi-san" smiled flatteringly, and poured the water in the basin onto Araki Sousuke's broad chest.

"No...it's okay...yes...by the way, I just see that you have too much foam on your body, little brother, let me pour it for you..."

The other two people in the distance also looked at Sousuke Araki with horror in their eyes.

What shocked the three of them was not Araki's 8% body fat rate, which was comparable to that of a fitness expert.

Instead, it covered his entire back to his buttocks, a black tattoo of an angry Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva on the tattoo stares angrily, holds a Zen staff and sits cross-legged on a skull lotus platform, with a hideous and terrifying face.

Except for the Bodhisattva picture on his back, Araki Sosuke's body was covered with black unknown runes except for his hands and feet.

When he was sent to the orphanage in his infancy, 90% of his skin had been covered by these tattoos.

This is also the reason why he has tried to wear long clothes and long sleeves since he was a child, and he always takes a bath before closing the door.

Even so, he is still often misunderstood as a bad boy, until finally he got used to breaking the can.

"Oh? Thank you so much. It happened that I couldn't get the water on my back when I was taking a shower. I was very distressed."

Sousuke Araki, who was familiar with the expressions of the three, naturally didn't care.

So, "Akagi-san", who was originally majestic, after pouring water for Araki Sousuke obediently, hurriedly washed and retreated with the other two.

Japan's Yakuza groups have strict grades for member tattoos.

Most of the people who can get tattoos to this extent are the core members of various organizations, and they are not something small gangsters like them can offend.

"Yeah, it's comfortable."

After cleaning his body, Araki Sousuke jumped into the hot spring to soak.

The scalding hot water and rising steam refreshed every pore of his body, and swept away the exhaustion from running all day.

After soaking for a while with his eyes closed, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

It was an uncomfortable feeling of being locked on by someone with a cold gaze.

Araki Sousuke opened his eyes and looked around subconsciously.

In the bathhouse late at night, he was alone.

You can even hear the sound of a needle landing.

"It's because I'm too tired today..."

After confirming that it was an illusion, he closed his eyes again.

After a while, the cold gaze came again.

Sure enough, there was still something wrong.

Araki Sousuke opened his eyes again, and carefully checked every inch of the surrounding area where people might be hiding.

"Thinking too much?"

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a mirror in the shower area in the distance.

In the mirror, directly behind him, about one meter away, there was a blurry figure, squatting motionless in the water.

But when he looked into the mirror, there was no one there.

Could it be...

Araki Sousuke took a few steps back, jumped up from the water suddenly, and stretched out his hand to grab the position he had confirmed from the corner of his eye.

Sure enough, nothing was caught...

wrong!

He reached out and plunged into the water.

Immediately felt like grabbing something greasy, round.

At the same time, the eyes of the Bodhisattva on Araki Sousuke's back moved slightly, as if he had come to life, and glared at it.

A trace of black air poured into the tattoo along his arm and disappeared.

A middle-aged bald man who can be seen everywhere on the street rose up from the water with a smile on his face, his hands still folded in front of him.

Araki Sousuke's hand was grasping the uncle's Mediterranean Sea.

A trace of black air went along the top of the uncle's head and quietly entered his body.

"Uncle, are you a ninja? Please don't make such jokes in the middle of the night, it scares me to death..."

This uncle probably took a bath here from the beginning.

He must have deliberately dived into the water when he turned his head to look.

When I looked away, he popped up again.

This kind of middle-aged people's wicked joke...

"The water temperature is just right today, thank you."

Perhaps it was because of the longer soaking time, the uncle's face was full of red, with a serene expression, as if exuding a glistening white light.

"I don't know why, I'm so scared by you that I'm not interested... I'll go first, Ojisang, take your time..."

Araki Sousuke, whose mood was ruined, didn't even plan to use the sauna, got up and walked out of the bathhouse.

"You boy finally came out after washing for so long. I have been waiting all this time. Old man, I'm going to close get off work."

"Hmph, the uncle inside soaked it longer."

Under the complaint of Sento boss, Araki Sousuke bought a bottle of iced milk and left with his clothes.

"You are the last one, where else is there..."

While muttering, the boss began to close the door.

In the bathhouse, the figure in the water put his palms together, and gradually dissipated with the white mist that evaporated.

...

Humming a ditty of unknown meaning and drinking iced milk, Sousuke Araki returned to the door of the apartment.

At the entrance of the dim apartment, a tall, long-haired woman caught his attention.

Under the red coat, the snow-white skirt moved slightly in the wind, revealing her shiny and delicate thighs.

Araki Sousuke sucked on the milk, and glanced back and forth at the woman with a cautious expression.

Secret technique, Eye of the Void.

After the secret technique was activated, he silently got a string of numbers in his heart.

168-87-60-86.

When he got closer, he found with a little pity that the woman was wearing a mask and could not see her face.

In April, it is normal to wear a mask because of "hay fever".

About 2 out of 5 Japanese people suffer from hay fever, which can be called a national disease of Japan.

On the white mask, those big eyes with delicate eyelashes were also quietly looking at Sousuke Araki.

When their eyes met, Araki Sousuke only felt that the heart in his chest was speeding up.

She didn't look away, could it be that she...

"Good evening, I am Araki Sousuke who has just moved into Room 102. He graduated from Shibuya Economic University and is currently considering job invitations from several large entertainment companies... Are you a resident here too?"

When he came close, Araki Sousuke immediately greeted him with a "social elite" attitude.

Under the dim light, the skin on the woman's face looked paler.

"Am I pretty?"

The woman wearing a mask didn't bow in return like ordinary people, but asked this question abruptly in a hoarse and magnetic voice.

"Could it be..." Hearing the other party's words, Araki Sousuke took a breath nervously, and his brain started working at a high speed.

Secret skill [Eye of the Void]: It can instantly observe the three-dimensional modeling data of female targets within a radius of 10 meters.