I'm really unnerved in Tokyo

Chapter 737 [Extra] The Lost Omakase Juice III
"Up left up right A down left B down right AB down right A!"

"This, what a mysterious incantation this is! 』

Takumi Fujiwara from "Inside the Suruga House" suddenly chanted a mantra of unknown meaning in a low voice.

"Snapped."

The slightly trembling "Royal Coin" in his hand flashed golden light, and hit the forehead of the innocent-faced, life-sized figurine fiercely.

The surging and gorgeous "sixteen petals and eight-fold chrysanthemum patterns" burst out in an instant centered on the hitting point, dyeing the nearby ground and walls brilliantly.

Shinto Art Purification!
After the Obon Festival, Fujiwara Takumi picked up the routine practice of "3 minutes a day" again because he was stimulated by the almost death of Uncle Keigo.

Thanks to the doubling of the flow rate of the useless chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power in his body, or because he modified the spell because "the gods can't hear me anyway", the power of this "purification" technique that he is best at is unexpectedly powerful. The improvement can barely be regarded as being able to solve some weak grievances and survive the monthly subsistence allowance tasks.

"Oh, this is the legendary 'Miko no Shiver'?! What a perfect and attractive shape..."

Faced with the spiritual power of the "sixteen petals and eight layers of chrysanthemum patterns" that rushed towards his face and brought people to bow their heads, Yamada Kengo suppressed the impulse in his heart and retreated out of the coverage area.

"Forget about ordinary people who can't sense spiritual power. Araki Sousuke can stand safely in such a powerful divine power. He is indeed a genius on par with Fujiwara Takumi!"

On the contrary, Sousuke Araki, Luto Atsukai and the clerk remained calmly in it.

"uh-huh."

While humming, a gray-white figure with a hint of resentment flew upside down from the inside of the figure...

"Come on, let me see, who the hell is it..."

That was impressively, it was a spirit body that looked like a short and fat man in a hospital gown.

"... just an ordinary earth-bound spirit?!"

That's right, regardless of whether Hiroshi Toda looked left, right, up, and down, this short and fat man whose resentment was so light that he could hardly see him was just an extremely common and weak earthbound spirit.

"What? Because I was sick and hospitalized, I haven't been able to see my 'wife' for a long time... So after I died, I wanted to come and have a look, and then I couldn't help it and did this and that..."

In the next second, Araki Sousuke was already in front of the wraith, and his broad back blocked Toda Hiroshi's sluggish sight.

"Well, although I understand your feelings very well, but enough is enough, the people in the store will be very distressed..."

"...Please do your best in your next life and become a cashier like me!"

After he got up, the short and fat man had disappeared, leaving only a trace of fine white on the ground.

"Hey, you did it by yourself just now, I didn't ask for your help... This task is related to my 'full attendance' this month, don't think I will add your name in the column of helpers... "

"...Big deal, in the next 'competition', let the water let you win once."

Seeing the wraith dissipate, Fujiwara Takumi was extremely proficient, and couldn't wait to start taking off the priest's clothes outside.

"Hmph, let me release the water?! Although I have been busy with my career recently, I still have time to practice hard... Next time, I will definitely use that trick "Rise of the Iceberg" to make you bow down..."

"Tsk, I don't know how the previous record of nine hundred and ninety-nine losses came about?"

Arguing with Sousuke Araki, he put the priest's uniform and "Yubi" into the backpack, revealing the "Demon Slayer: Fist & UNIQLO" limited edition joint T-shirt inside, just like a college student "after school".

"What?! These two have been in touch for a long time in private, and they have fought 99 times in secret, and Sousuke Araki has never won?!"

"How unfathomable is the background of Meiji Shrine's 'Once in 4000 Years'..."

Overhearing the plain conversation and familiar tone of the two, Hiroshi Tokita's expression froze outside the door.

"Mr. John Kang, can we go now? My stomach is already growling."

"...Don't, don't call me by my net name in public. Unfortunately, I always thought that 'Deep Rukia' was an intellectual and virtuous woman."

"Sorry, which woman would write a post like "The master teaches you to hit home plate fast" on 2ch?"

The other two people in the room seemed to be familiar with this scene, but urged them impatiently.

"Hello, this commission has been completed, and I will give you some additional talisman paper from the Meiji Shrine. If you have any after-sales service needs, please contact the association..."

Fujiwara Takumi and the clerk bowed to each other, and after explaining a few words, they walked towards the gate with everyone.

"Wait, something's not right!"

At the same time, Sousuke Araki, who was at the rear, suddenly lifted his blindfold, and turned his head to look at the figurine kneeling on the spot.

"What's wrong, Araki-senpai?"

"There should be no more grievances. Could it be that I feel wrong?"

Hearing his cautious tone, everyone stopped in their tracks.

"It's really not that simple, even these two people were almost concealed, so I let the old man take a good look, what is hidden in..."

Hearing the words, Tokita Hiroshi, who was outside the door, also cautiously looked at the figurine inside the room, which seemed normal at first glance. One hand was already nervously deep in his arms, holding a buzzing translucent Purple "self-defense weapon".

"It's not wrong, as a senior spirit remover, I feel a strong malice in her body..."

Under the gathering of everyone's gaze, Araki Sousuke's whole painting style changed, his whole body was full of tough lines and thick shadows...

"To get rid of the evil and do everything, I will sacrifice my well-trained and strong body to purify this tempting demon!"

With a violent momentum, Araki Sousuke, with a flushed face and puffing nostrils, separated his legs left and right like a sumo wrestler and squatting like a Slav, and stretched out his sinful hands as if facing an enemy...

"Oh, what an unexpected opponent, even stronger than imagined, is it also there? It seems that I have to use my unique skill 'knee pillow' to finish you, oh hehehehe..."

"Ara, Araki-senpai, what are you doing?!"

"Stop him quickly, this is a limited edition not for sale, it is the most rude behavior to mess around with it!"

"Idiot, let go, I'm almost deformed by you... Don't let me fail the commission and lose money!"

Under everyone's dull, terrified, angry and envious gazes, Sosuke Araki launched a series of "Chunyuan cauliflower limited edition [-]:[-] silicone and other skills (detachable)" with lightning speed. In addition to the spirit combo".

(End of this chapter)