I'm really unnerved in Tokyo

Chapter 420 Gunner No. [-]

"Oh, why did the subway manual drop, where did it go..."

Because of the woman's too beautiful back curve, she suffered a strong visual impact, and the subway manual in Araki Sousuke's hand "accidentally" slipped to the ground.

He squatted down at a high speed with his nostrils dilated and his face blushing, but his sharp eyes involuntarily turned from bottom to top, looking somewhere...

"Hey, hey, this is a foul..."

Squatting on the ground, Araki Sousuke skillfully blocked the nosebleed that was about to flow out of his nostrils with his fingers, stretching the limit of his life in amazement and joy.

"Even if it's a vacuum, it's still white..."

Could it be that this is the legendary subway exhibitionist, it is too...

"Cough cough..."

Reluctantly picking up the subway manual, covering his mouth with clenched fists and coughing lightly, Araki Sousuke's painting style suddenly changed, full of tough lines and deep shadows.

The muscles on his body were swollen, and even the well-fitting suit could hardly be suppressed. He condensed the powerful dark energy that condensed the essence of his lifelong Wing Chun cultivation. The whole body surged up and down.

As Araki Sousuke stepped forward, the tsunami-like dark energy spread silently, squeezing away several office workers who passed by him without a trace, and even knocked them unconscious on the handrail...

He finally came behind the woman.

Seeing the ups and downs close at hand, Sousuke Araki, who pretended to be looking at the subway manual with only his eyes exposed, fell into a crossroads in his life.

"Wearing such a short skirt on purpose in the subway, or in a vacuum... must be expecting something to happen. I, Sousuke Araki (male, 23 years old), is always helpful, how can I let her down..."

"No, Araki Sousuke, you are a man who is about to become a righteous spirit remover, how can you be so mere..."

In my mind, there seemed to be different voices from angels and devils, fighting between heaven and man.

"Bah..."

Suddenly, the pudding, which was upright and round in sight, swayed crazily as the subway arrived at the station, completely tearing apart someone's remaining sanity.

"what……"

Araki Sousuke covered his flushed complexion with the subway manual, and blushed, he began to spit hot air crazily on his left hand, brewing courage while heating up.

Never mind, let me respond to your lonely invitation with this warm hand that has been tempered for many years and is strong enough to start a fire by itself!
"Buzzing..."

At the same time, a vibration of unknown meaning quietly sounded in the noisy subway.

"Ok?"

Sousuke Araki, who had keen five senses, lowered his eyes slightly, and immediately petrified on the spot...

A translucent vibrating microphone that Araki Sousuke was extremely familiar with was breaking through the absolute field in front of him from behind.

Being attacked by an unknown object, the woman trembled slightly, but she didn't react too much.

Due to the overcrowding of the subway, the passengers on the side didn't seem to notice this scene, just staring out the window or their mobile phones intently.

"This...wait a minute...my hand is still here...Moreover, I don't carry such an expensive and dishonest weapon at all!!"

Seeing the delicate scene in front of him, Araki Sousuke was sweating profusely, his dull eyes moved along the expensive microphone, and then became extremely fierce: "Yes, is this uncle?!"

Because, it was a middle-aged greasy Mediterranean uncle who was holding a newspaper for cover, wearing glasses, and hiding blush and joy under his dull expression!
How dare you do such an unforgivable thing in a sacred public place like the subway, the women-only carriage was born by people like you!
It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

"Snapped."

Before he had time to react, the uncle's hand holding the microphone was already gripped by a hot hand like iron clamps.

"boom!!!"

The blushes of joy still remained on his face. The nosebleed and half of the front teeth of the Mediterranean uncle had already been fluttering in the wind with the bombardment of his strong elbows under Araki Sousuke's pretentious and inadvertent swing...

Cheats: Gentleman's Tomahawk Elbow.

"You...what are you doing...the bridge of my nose, my teeth..."

After screaming, the Mediterranean uncle covered his mouth, straightened his deformed glasses, and looked at him with some panic.

In the already quiet compartment, the surrounding passengers all fell silent after seeing Araki Sousuke's "Great Brother" face, and cast fearful and curious eyes.

"I said, Mediterranean Sea, you are in your decades at least, and you are so shameless as to do such idiotic behavior on the subway..."

Sensing the "worship" eyes around him, Sousuke Araki raised his chin with a righteous face, and raised the uncle's hand that was still holding the irregularly vibrating transparent massage equipment.

In the quiet carriage, there was only the sound of everyone gasping for air, and the sound of "buzzing, buzzing".

"What are you talking about? I don't know why. This is just a massager for my cervical spine. Office workers will have this kind of occupational disease. It's normal to press it on the tram..."

"Is your cervical spine massager in this shape, or purple transparent with particles?!"

The uncle who was "publicly executed" by him, but was strangled by his tie and unable to leave, protested palely while using a microphone to demonstrate massaging his cervical spine: "Yes, yes, I want to accuse you of intentionally hurting others...and, They also called me the rude name of the Mediterranean..."

"Hmph, accusation?!"

Sousuke Araki glanced at the woman who was still facing away from him, and pulled Uncle Mediterranean to the front of him pretending to be handsome, using his fierce right eye to exert "eye pressure" on the other party, saying word by word : "I, Araki Sosuke, male, single, 23 years old, former head of the Shibujing Great Kendo Department, will never condone you, a Mediterranean uncle, to openly use such insincere props on girls who are as white and tender as jelly... "

"Girls? Where are girls? Is this some new fad to call yourself?"

"Could it be that uncle gave him a 'massage' or something strange?"

"The world is getting worse, now boys can't feel at ease when they go out and take the subway?"

Hearing his proclamation, the surrounding passengers were all talking, casting indescribable gazes at the two of them.

"Huh? It's the girl next to us... Hey, say something too..."

Hearing the discussions around, Araki Zongjie cast a pale glance at the woman not far away.

From the beginning to the end, the "participant" did not turn around, but stood there as if it had nothing to do with him.

When Japanese women encounter such things, they often choose to keep silent because of the traditional concept of "making it public is more shameful".

However, the trouble has come to this point, at least I have to help testify.

and many more……

A terrible conjecture flooded Araki Sousuke's mind.

Difficult, could it be that these two people were actually together, deliberately playing this exciting and evil game on the subway, and they were accidentally exposed by themselves...

"I can see her... Hey, so you are not an ordinary person..."

Seeing Araki Sousuke's reaction, the Mediterranean uncle, who was like a weak chicken in front of him, whose veins burst with his tie and was about to die, showed a sinister smile.

"Since...you can see her..."

In the Ginza Line subway car, as the tie tightened, the atmosphere of the Mediterranean uncle became weaker and weaker.

He glanced at the woman beside him, and said to Araki Sousuke in a low voice, embarrassed and struggling: "Why don't you try to look more carefully?"

"Hmph, look carefully? Do you still want to quibble nonsense, you greasy Mediterranean uncle, I have already 'read' carefully enough when I picked up the manual..."

Not accepting the other party's "sophistry" at all, Araki Sousuke retorted righteously.

"Besides, what to wear is other people's freedom, why do you use such low-level props..."

"Asshole, it's fine to call me 'Mediterranean' again and again, and I added the word 'greasy' without authorization. I clearly wash my hair seriously every day when I go out! 』

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, Ginza Line-Suehirocho Station is here..."

At the same time, the sound of the subway arriving at the station sounded.

"and many more……"

Under Araki Sousuke's dull gaze, several passengers beside the two, who seemed to have received amnesty, directly passed through the slim woman whose back was still facing the two, and hurried towards the outside of the car door...

"She...you..."

Looking at the scene in front of him, even though he was as dull as Sousuke Araki, after confirming his eyes back and forth between the woman and the uncle Mediterranean in his hand, he realized something.

He stiffly let go of the opponent's wrist, stretched out his hand to lift his blindfold, and looked at...

Damn it, I should have expected that from the very beginning, it would be impossible for me to meet such a good thing as the exposure of Play on the subway...

In front of him, there was only a "female" who was rotting all over and dressed in gray and shabby clothes.

Under the hem of her skirt that was cut by some kind of sharp weapon, her blood-stained legs with only bones left...

"Hey, I've seen a lot of you fellows who think you're the Son of Destiny because you've awakened a little bit of inspiration that doesn't work because of the Obon Festival..."

Seeing Araki Sousuke's terrified and dull expression, the blood-stained uncle in his hand showed a sinister smile.

"As a 'Soul Awakener', you should have learned the mysterious profession of 'Spirit Eliminator' when you received counseling training..."

"It's too late to regret now..."

"Pfft."

Perhaps it was because the more he spoke, the more angry he became, and the nosebleed that had been solidified by the uncle flowed out more violently than before...

"Destroyed the first phase of this spirit exorcist...Using the "99 second [-] shocks" limited edition comfort stick...the pleasant time of tram exorcism...I will never let it go easily..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw his eyes slowly turning white, his body limp back, and he looked out of breath.

"Is that the kid..."

"Stop, stop the violence on the tram immediately!!"

"Okay, a lot of blood! Did someone die?"

"Stop, don't run!!"

At the same time, several subway police officers who received the report rushed into the carriage and approached the two with difficulty in the crowd.

"Damn it, today is a great day for me to become a spirit exorcist. It must not be ruined because of the counseling of the district police station!"

Loosening the tie in his hand, without even looking at the Mediterranean uncle who fell to the ground, Araki Sousuke squeezed through the crowd with brute force, and rushed out from the other side of the carriage in embarrassment...

If he was caught by these policemen, by the time he went to the police station to explain, the exam would have ended long ago.

……

"Hey, it's already the appointed time. Why hasn't Araki-kun arrived yet? I don't care if I miss the entrance time for the exam..."

On the bustling Akihabara Avenue, a man with blond and black hair, wearing a cheap suit with tattoos on the inside of the collar and cuffs, was standing on the side of the road looking down at his phone.

Based on the inherent concept that "people who are not punctual are not trustworthy", it is a basic etiquette for Japanese people to meet people a few minutes in advance.

"Really, what kind of strange exam is it to let me review so many inexplicable folklore materials all night?"

"Tattoo stickers and wigs are sticking to death, and they are not breathable at all. Hurry up and get off work after the exam."

This man, who is exactly the same as Araki Sousuke from hairstyle to dress, but with slightly different facial features and body shape, is still complaining about the man who helped Araki Sousuke get admitted to Shibuya Economic University, and passed all the way to get his graduation certificate The gray industry chain "professionals" and "Gunner One".

While "Gunner One" was looking around, a man appeared from the sidewalk not far away, pushing through the crowd and rushing toward him.

"Ah, Araki-kun, I'm so stupid..."

Seeing the "client" who seemed to be burning his life and sprinting towards the finish line, with a very professional sprinting posture, high-frequency raising his feet and arms, and running towards his "client", "Gunner One" couldn't help being moved...

"Don't rush, I understand. The subway from Taito District to Akihabara is very crowded recently. It's normal to be late, and there's still time for the exam..."

Seeing the other party's tense expression and the sweat on his head, with a warm and professional smile on his face, he raised his hand and waved to the other party, signaling that he was here.

"Ok?"

However, the blond man who sprang out from the subway entrance and was dressed exactly the same as "Gunner One" did not respond to his movements, nor did he show any signs of slowing down...

Instead, a stride accelerated and passed him, disappearing into the crowd behind him.

"Stop! The brat who molested middle-aged men in the subway, committed violence, and dared to attack the police!"

"I solemnly warn you, if you run again, I will drive..."

"What the fuck, there are so many people, do you want to go back and write a report? Hurry up and call the headquarters for reinforcements..."

Just as "Gunner One" was staring blankly at the back of his client disappearing, several panting policemen rushed out from around the corner.

"?"

When "Gunner No. [-]" felt that the sun was blocked and turned around, those policemen with big arms and waists who were almost out of breath had already surrounded him directly.

"Wait... what are you doing, is there something wrong?"

Before he finished speaking, the cold handcuffs instantly locked his wrist.

"Boy, didn't you run very fast in the subway just now, and you were ruthless enough to strike, don't you run now?"

"Huh? Did you recognize the wrong person..."

"I shot and attacked a public official, isn't it too late to think of pretending to be garlic now?"

Inexplicably, a policeman with a bruised nose and a swollen face directly knocked "Gunner One" to the ground with his knees.

"As far as your hairstyle, outfit, and these tattoos are turned into ashes, I know them all!"

"Are you kidding me? I'm a top student who graduated from Dongda University. How could I attack the police, and I obviously came here on a shared bicycle..."

"Gunner No. [-]", covered in a big man, struggled weakly on the ground under the horrified eyes of passers-by.

"With your appearance, you are still graduating from Dongdae University, so go ahead and cheat ghosts! Every time you make an inspection in plainclothes in the subway, the idiots you catch are the ones like you..."

"That's enough, if you have anything to say, tell us back to the police station..."

"Now you are suspected of committing violent acts on the subway, obstructing official duties, and assaulting the police. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will become evidence in court."

Needless to say, several policemen directly stuffed the "Gunner One" into the police car driving by.

(End of this chapter)