I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Why... Obviously, as long as you hide on the island and be your 'shrinking turtle', as you have done for more than a hundred years, you can be safe and sound..."

The person grabbed Zujiro's collar and seemed to want to lift him up...

"Why... but you have to run out at such a time, and sacrifice your own clansmen in order to save these scumbags?!"

However, because of physical weakness, they were brought to the ground together.

"Sangoro? You've lost weight..."

Looking at the man in front of him, Zujiro was stunned for a moment, and then showed a kind smile: "I found the art you want?"

Sangoro, who had been slumped in the back row of the bus, broke through the seal of "High School Boys' socks" at some point and followed.

"Art... everything in front of you is my art!"

Faced with this abrupt question, Sangoro was stunned for a second, and then laughed: "When Hokkaido is completely transformed into an 'inhuman land' in this heavy snow, we Utali people will be stronger and stronger. Under the protection of the bear spirit, he will live on this land again as a master."

"Sangoro, do you know..."

With the "holy stick" in his hand, he tapped Sangoro's head hard, interrupting the other's frantic words, distinguishing Zujiro and shaking his head slightly: "Why are you and I, who have the blood of Utali, not here? In the heavy snow, did you turn into a monster like other clansmen?"

"Then, that's because I'm already a 'God's Blessed One'... but you, how are you..."

Looking at the old man who had no demonic features in front of him, and was several decades older than he remembered, with blood dripping from his forehead, Sangoro was at a loss for words.

"Do you know why the patriarchs of all dynasties have been held by our lineage who are good at communicating with the bear spirit, but not good at demonizing?"

His eyes drifted into the deep snow and snow, and Tsuijiro continued to murmur, "Because, the duty of the patriarch is to be the last reins of the clan when they can't control the wildness in their blood. This duty, there is only a trace of it. We of the blood of monsters can be competent..."

"There is no trace of the blood of a monster... What are you, what are you talking about... As the patriarch of the Utali family, how could you..."

Hearing this sentence, Sangoro stood still as if struck by lightning.

"Because the original Utali was an ordinary human being just like the He clan... After successive defeats in the battle, we merged into the blood of other monsters according to the will of the gods..."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of the Ainu patriarch's mouth: "Unfortunately, the powerful bloodline of the monster is not without a price..."

"We, who were self-sufficient and difficult to reproduce, eventually lost to the growing and growing Japanese family."

"what?!"

Listening to these words, it was extremely complicated to distinguish Sangoro's mood at the moment.

It was as if a black man who had fought on the front against racism for decades was told by a genetic test report that he was actually a white man whose skin was changed at birth.

"Wait, old man... wake up... can't sleep..."

When he came back to his senses, Sangoro noticed that the faint aura of the old man in his arms had become almost invisible...

"Quick, save him!!!! Just like you did to me before!!!"

He turned his head and shouted at Fujiwara Takumi and Araki Sosuke, "Don't you want to know what happened... As long as you save him, I will tell you everything!"

"However, when I just used the 'Kizmium Ray', the patriarch was also within range..."

Fujiwara Takukai scratched his head, and once again assumed the awkward position of the middle two: "Never mind, let's try again."

"No, you don't have to waste your energy. This is me, my life force is overdrawn, and my lifespan is approaching..."

Kankai Zujiro shook his head, and grabbed Sangoro's hand with difficulty: "Remember, Sangoro... Our struggle with the Hezu originates from the conflict of beliefs, and it is a matter between people... "

"If you turn this land into a ghost, it will be tantamount to destroying your own origin."

A dazzling green light suddenly bloomed from the bottom of his eyes, like a beast in the dark night: "Even if you can survive by chance, the only monsters walking on this land are the beasts that drink blood, and there is no Utali."

"Bear Spirit... is calling me... I want to go back to the kingdom of God..."

The next second, the green light quickly faded, turning into a lifeless gray: "It's good to see you back at last... Sangoro, the reins are handed over to you, you have to take good care of the clansmen."

"No...not now...I finally managed to..."

Recognizing that Sangoro was bewildered and swaying the old man who closed his eyes peacefully and fell asleep in his arms, but he couldn't wake him up.

"This, this is not the result I want..."

He burst into tears, crying like a wounded beast in the black snow: "Papa!!!"

"I have long...wanted to eat salted fish from Lake Toya..."

The worn-out holy stick had been stuffed into his hands at some point.

"Condolences and change, identify the patriarch, and have already returned to Xiong Ling."

Sousuke Araki showed a gratified smile as he watched a green light gushing out from the Zujiro Heavenly Spirit Cover and ascending toward the pitch-black night sky.

Ever since the world in his left eye turned upside down and he became a spirit remover, the boundaries between life and death have become increasingly blurred and disordered for him.

Someone is alive, he is dead.

Some people are dead, but he is still alive.

Some people, somewhere in between, jump left and right.

"Sousuke, what to do with this guy... he should be a current criminal who needs to be taken into custody?"

Seeing Sangoro who was holding the corpse and crying with a low head, Fujiwara Takukai looked at Sousuke Araki with a complicated expression.

He ~www.NovelMTL.com~ who nearly died at the hands of this cultist knew exactly how dangerous this man was.

Although right now, it seems that Sangoro has lost the power of ghosts due to serious injuries, but no one can guarantee that one day he will recover due to the author's exhaustion of inspiration, brewing a new conspiracy.

"Let's go back to the camp first, the top priority is to bring everyone back to Hakodate safely..."

Araki Sousuke, who is also a "current criminal in urgent need of custody", scratched his head and couldn't think of a better way for a while.

"I advise you, it's better not to go back to Hakodate. There, it is the most dangerous place in the whole of Hokkaido... Bringing these people back is tantamount to seeking death..."

Sangoro kept silent for a while, and turned his back to the two of them.

"The only way for you to survive now is to return to the island immediately before the Seikan Tunnel is blocked."

"Don't say it like a kind reminder, isn't all this thanks to you?!"

Hearing the other party's cold tone, Fujiwara Takumi became annoyed: "Tell me, what did you Aum Shinrikai do in Hokkaido?!"