I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Why does this bullet carry karmic fire..."

A warhead lingering with black flames was burning inside Kotomine Jiro's broken heart.

"So, is that the end of it?"

Under the burning fire of karma, he only felt that the power of ghosts and gods in his body, together with his life and soul, was quietly passing little by little.

"Whoa..."

At the same time, a yellowed piece of paper fell in the wind from the inside of the neckline...

"This is…"

Kotomine Jiro subconsciously raised his hand and caught the piece of paper.

"It was Muran... at that time... was it put in?"

Looking at this yellowed card, the moment he embraced Kasuga Muran, the other party's little hand that quietly reached into his robe flashed in his mind.

"…postcard?"

On the blood-stained paper, a temple with a white roof, red columns and black walls was printed, with the words "Kyoto Kurama Temple - Postcard Postcard" on the top.

"Send...to me?"

On the back of the postcard, next to the broken postage stamp, the words "7-3-1, Hongo, Bunkyo-ku, Tokyo, Department of Oncology, University of Tokyo Hospital, received by Jiro Kotomine".

"This handwriting is..."

Looking down at the address bar, that line of beautiful and familiar small characters, Kotomine Jiro only felt his heartbeat and breathing stopped...

At this moment, the pain of the burning fire of karma and the emptiness of the passing of life were all left behind by him.

"To Tengu-san"

"When this delayed postcard arrived, I should have been out of this world, right?"

"I originally planned to find a deserted forest in an unfamiliar Kyoto, and leave so quietly... For me, who has no worries, this is the least troublesome way for others."

"Every time I think about it, a certain face with a questioning face will always come to my mind. Rather than blaming myself for 'wasting the time given by others', it is better to say that I miss ... that indifference of missing is hidden. Passionate, the face that gave me courage in all night pain."

"On the ink dyed paper, I know that I love you so deeply. Perhaps, before I met you and understood love, the real me did not exist."

"If I finally choose to go back to the hospital, it must not be to prolong my life, but to try to hold on to the passing time and stay by the person I cherish in the last days."

"Please don't grieve for me. The weight of life cannot be measured by time. If you can be by your side, grieve the grief of the living, and leave safely... I should be happy like this, right?"

"In the years to come, please also become a tengu who saves others. I would like to be Kaze Jun Yuma, but when you look at the branches of the Konoha dance and the trees hanging down, you know that I have been here before."

"from Anonymous Breeze"

"Ha...haha...save...others...tengu?"

I don't know if it was because of the burning heart, the passing of life, or the tears streaming down his face, Kotomine Jiro's vision was blurred after reading this postcard.

"Sorry, Kanako...cough...I thought I had found the right direction..."

He fell weakly to the ground, blood foaming in his mouth, immersed in the last moments before the end of his life: "In the end, I found that everything I did, except to bring killing and death, had no meaning."

…

Twelve years ago, in Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, the Institute of Supernatural Research.

"How wonderful and unique the organization of these creatures is..."

Kotomine Jiro, with a slightly childish face and frantic eyes, bowed and stroked the rows of large test tubes like a pilgrimage.

"This is simply a discovery across the ages... Even the Nobel Prize in Medicine is not qualified to evaluate research results!"

In front of these test tubes that are one person wide and one tall, some are soaked with separate limbs and organs, and some are even a complete biological specimen.

Jiro Kotomine, who has studied medicine for many years, has seen countless features and structures that are different from those of known species on earth in these "specimens" that resemble humans but not animals, and resemble animals but not animals.

Of course, for ordinary people, it may be more appropriate to describe it as "demon" rather than "creature".

"Kotomine-kun... After seeing this little bit of 'phased results', how do you think about my previous proposal?"

The thin old man, who was walking in front of him with his hands behind his back, asked without looking back.

"Just call me Jiro, teacher... As for the consideration, after seeing all this, there is no need at all."

Kotomine Jiro's expression turned solemn, and he respectfully put his forehead on the cold floor in a posture of sitting down: "No matter what the price is... Please give me this honor to participate in your great research. !"

"As expected of the most potential medical genius in Japan, you can understand the value without any explanation."

The old man nodded approvingly, and dragged out a dilapidated wooden box full of runes from the side: "It's not in vain that I have prepared a separate 'research project' for you. You know, the 'material' in this is, but I have exhausted all my efforts. It's hard to collect all the contacts."

"These are... antique paintings? However, our subject should not be medical..."

Opening the wooden box, what appeared in Kotomine Jiro's line of sight were exquisite scrolls full of ghost images.

"Don't worry, you will know the details soon. However, there are too many lines of sight focused on Tokyo, which is inconvenient for further research. Therefore, I have arranged a more suitable place for you..."

"By the way, unsurprisingly, some secret organization may invite you to join in the future. At that time, we..."

Closing the wooden box again, the old man smiled kindly and warned him patiently.

"I see, UU reading www.uukanshu.com please rest assured."

Listening to the other party's words, Kotomine Jiro's lowered eyes gradually ignited a fiery flame: "Finally found, the direction of human evolution..."

…

"Recent experience tells me that the meaning of life does not stop at life and death."

Kintetsu's rubbing voice quietly rang in his ears, recalling Kotomine Jiro's scattered thoughts.

"Are you... Tokimoto... Ichiro?"

A dark red figure slowly entered Kotomine Jiro's blurred vision.

"Tell me now, it's still time to tell me about the "China of Evil". "

Coming to squat down in front of the other party, Tokimoto Ichiro said sincerely: "This will definitely save countless lives in the future..."

"Hey, countless lives?"

Hearing this word, Kotomine Jiro, whose breath was weak, raised a playful arc at the corner of his mouth: "Tell you, it's okay. But, I have one condition..."

"Speaking."

"You swear... Bury my ashes at a designated place... The address is..."

"The old man remembered..."

Listening carefully to Jiro Kotomine's words, Ichiro Tokimoto nodded solemnly: "My dear Tokimoto Ichiro, I swear in the name of Sanqing, I will do what you want."

"Very good. My... time is running out... You, come over here..."

Hearing Tokimoto Ichiro's promise, Kotomine Jiro nodded in satisfaction and whispered in the other's ear with difficulty.

"I know, I almost told you."

After three minutes, he finished speaking in a breath of air, and he fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength.

"Unable to face life and death, blindly seeking hypocritical answers..."

Looking up at the slightly lit sky, the brilliance in Kotomine Jiro's eyes dimmed.

"Kanako, I'm really an unqualified doctor, right?"

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