Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

It’s already April, and the cherry blossoms on both sides of the Arakawa River are in full bloom, and even the river is covered with a layer of petals. I took a bunch of snacks, bread and tea sets, and finally found a place with no people on the bank. The tea table was just laid. , I saw the ghost walking slowly over with an umbrella in one hand and a large bottle of wine in the other.

Yes, this guy is still not used to the sun, so I don’t know where to turn out a red and white oil-paper umbrella to shade the sun. An ordinary umbrella has a Kabuki-like swaying life in his hand. posture, not at all obtrusive.

As expected of someone from Kyoto...a ghost.

The river known today as the "Arakawa Water Release Channel" was only a tributary of the lower reaches of the Arakawa during the shogunate. General Yoshimune once ordered people to plant thousands of cherry blossoms on both sides. A few wooden bridges were also built on the river, which were crowded with people from a distance, and some even rented boats to swim with friends in the river. The waterway, which used to be only for daimyo to come and go by boat, has become a paradise for common people.

The river from Mount Chichibu is clear and calm, and has not flooded for many years.The prosperity and depravity of Edo in the old days have already flowed into the sea all the way with the continuous flow of water day and night for 200 years, and entered the next cycle.

Times have changed, humans have changed, and we have also changed slowly over a long period of time.

The cherry blossom dumplings have become red bean bread, and the sedan chair has become a rickshaw, but the cherry blossoms in Edo Castle in spring have never changed.

"I remember that the two sides were still wild flowers full of wild flowers back then," I said with emotion, "it's actually so lively now."

Tong Mo lazily leaned aside, held his wine glass and said with a smile: "It has been like this for decades, but this is the first time I have seen it in daytime. People are almost forgetting what color cherry blossoms are."

I rolled my eyes: "Master Tong Mo's mind is full of believers and blood ghosts, how can he remember such trivial things as cherry blossoms."

Unexpectedly, he said calmly:

"I remember, although I forgot it before, but now I remember it very clearly."

"That little girl was standing on the street arguing with the boy from the samurai family, and she still grabbed his clothes with her hands. I was really worried that there was something wrong with her brain. No matter what she said, she would definitely die. .”

"I didn't expect it to go too far later. She even threw someone else's tea table and cursed him to rot all over. Hey, I've never seen such a fierce girl before."

"I thought, what a pity, it's not just stupid. She's probably like me, she doesn't know what it means to be afraid."

No, she knows to be afraid.I think.

She was afraid when the tea party was overturned.

When she jumped into the Arakawa, she was so afraid that she trembled all over.

When facing Ji Guoyuan, she was so scared that she could hardly hold the knife.

But compared to these, she is more afraid of losing you.

I filled the glass with wine, closed my eyes and drank it down in one gulp. I was so hot that I burst into tears, and quickly grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into my mouth.

"What kind of wine is this? It's delicious and spicy!"

"Hey, this is the tribute wine from Matsuo Shrine this year. The taste hasn't changed for so many years. It's rare~ Ah, Xiaoran's face is red, so cute~"

"What's the big deal, isn't it just shochu? I, I'm a god! Just wait, I'll show you what the power of a god is!"

I jumped up, stretched out my arms and spun around in a circle, and the red sleeves spread like a bird's wings in the wind.

"Mosang Dragon Rainfall!"

I saw that the sky over Arakawa was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and a torrential rain that only happened in midsummer poured down.

The weeping cherry trees were knocked down countless times by the bean-sized raindrops. The cherry blossom viewing crowd on the bridge and under the trees screamed again and again, and fled with their heads in their arms without even caring about picking up their things. Even so, most of them were instantly drowned , An exasperated shout came faintly from a distance:

"What the hell is it raining so much in April?!"

"The newly bought clothes are all soaked! This is too bad luck!"

Being doused soberly, I silently lowered my head to dry the water on my clothes and hair, and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't grasp the rainfall well."

Holding an oil-paper umbrella to cover himself tightly, the ghost still clapped happily:

"Wow~ This is so interesting! How about we play more times? By the way, I almost forgot that Xiaoran is a water god, so let's try the move I used in hell! The one that can send out floods!"

"...Master Tong Mo, even if you don't think about human life, you still have to think about snacks, my bread..."

After this catastrophe, I understood what it means to be self-inflicted. The red bean bread and sandwiches were all killed in the battle. Only the wagashi sent by Senator Tanaka survived because they were packed in an exquisite lacquer box.

"It's a pity... I wanted you to try this bread. It's a new product in the store... Forget it, wagashi is also good with tea..."

Depressedly, I packed up the wet bread, and suddenly heard someone screaming in the distance. I looked up and found a huge rainbow appeared under the gray-blue clouds, across the banks of the Arakawa River, decorated with falling cherry blossoms A dreamlike and beautiful bridge is formed on the river which is too gorgeous.

"Ah! It's here! I just want to show you this!" I excitedly pointed at the rainbow and shouted, "I'm really a powerful water god! Isn't it beautiful? Does it look like your eyes?"

There was no reply from behind.I turned to see the ghost staring at the rainbow shimmering against the rain clouds, a little confused, as if it didn't know what it was.

Without warning, a drop of transparent water slipped down from his left eye.

"Huh? Is this...?"

More clear water gushed out of that eye, the one the color of the rainbow.

It was the eye that was once engraved with the word "winding string" and was pierced by a ghost hunter's knife.

It was the blood-stained eye that fell before me in the nightmare of the infinite city.

It was the eyes that witnessed the tragic death of their parents when they were eight years old, and they were still calm.

It is the eyes of the child of the gods whose soul has been swallowed by the darkness of the world.

"Eh? It's so strange, this...what is it?" The ghost murmured, "It's a feeling I've never had before..."

I stepped forward and hugged him gently.

"I don't know, Master Tong Mo, it may be joy or sadness, because people will cry no matter when they are happy or sad."

"But I don't like this kind of feeling," Gui said aggrievedly, "It's all Xiaoran's fault. People don't like this kind of feeling."

"The feeling of not liking is also a feeling. You can't refuse to feel it just because you don't like it." I said softly, "But if you don't like it, you can say it. Master Tong Mo did a good job this time."

"So what if you say it, it's not the same result?"

"I will listen to what you say."

I raised my head and looked at him seriously.

"In that case, I'll tell you that it's not your fault, it's those people who have done too much to you, and they don't deserve your redemption."

"You have done a lot of good things and helped many people. From now on, try to find your own happiness."

I stretched out my hand and wiped away those tears, just like the little Miko of the Bliss Cult smiled and wiped away the tears from the face of the little witch at the Arakawa Shrine on that spring afternoon 200 years ago.

Tong Mo looked at me motionless, and after a while he suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox that has succeeded in tricking.

"Xiao Ran was fooled, I was joking~ Hey, hey, can't he be serious? This is the first time I've seen such a stupid god!"

I sighed.

"So that's the case. I thought Mr. Tong Mo just drank too much."

"How could it be, people have always had a good capacity for alcohol~"

"Oh, I don't know which ghost was crying just now."

"I said it was a joke, I obviously don't feel it at all!"

"Ok, ok, sir, you won, do you want some snacks?"

"Tanaka..."

The ghost held a translucent cherry blossom mochi and looked around.

"I remembered that it was almost 50 years ago. His family was from the salt industry and was very rich at the time. But the lady was living in a very miserable life, so she ran to the mountains and wanted to commit suicide. I've come across it."

I laughed while pouring tea: "Then you are so kind, you didn't eat her?"

"They eat it when they see a woman, and besides, they just ate enough that day. After hearing her talk about the family, I just gave some pointers. I didn't expect to meet the descendants of that family?"

"That Senator Tanaka doesn't look like a very talented person, but he looks pretty lucky, and he seems to be in charge of security in Tokyo. I think maybe I can help him."

"If Xiaoran said so, let's do it this way." Tong Mo said with a smile while holding his fan, "But in my opinion, the current situation is not very good, maybe something big will happen in the city within a few months. If the congressman is lucky, he may be able to use the chaos to get the seat he wants. Ah, this is too sweet, don't eat it~"

"Give it to me, don't waste it." I snatched the piece of mochi, "I just saw sea bream siu mai in the kiosk over there, I'll go buy one and try it, don't run around."

"Xiaoran, you have eaten a box of snacks~"

"...I want you to take care of it!"

"Boss, I want taiyaki!"

The shop owner straightened up from behind the counter and rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "I'm so sorry, the charcoal stove was extinguished by the heavy rain just now, and I can't make new ones now, the last few have been bought by the lady over there."

"Eh? Is that so..."

"That... We bought a lot. If you don't mind, I can share it with you."

I turned around following the voice, and saw a beautiful girl with a neat ponytail and tear moles at the corners of her eyes.

"Ah... how embarrassing that is."

"It doesn't matter. This taiyaki is very famous. We just heard about it when we came to enjoy the cherry blossoms. The rain just now was too heavy, and the people who came to hide from the rain snatched up the rest." The girl laughed.

"Then I won't be polite, thank you so much." I took the paper bag of snacks from her, and took out the change to her. At this moment, the voices of two girls came from outside:

"Young crane, why are you so slow?"

"Sister Chuhe, we are all waiting!"

The girl called "Chicken Crane" turned her head and said, "Suma, Makiyu, I'll be right there."

"Excuse me…"

I ran my hand across the girl's fingertips and felt a strange touch.

"You...are a warrior?"

"Sorry, what did you say?" The girl looked at me suspiciously.

"Nothing, thank you for the taiyaki."

I smiled softly at her, turned and walked out.

There were two girls standing outside, one had dyed yellow hair and looked a little irritable, the other looked younger and looked very sweet.

Girls nowadays... can't be underestimated.

He was only in his teens, but he had calluses on his hands from things like short knives, and his body was also very flexible and strong. It looked like he was used to fighting.

I didn't want to cause trouble, so I walked past them with my head down, but accidentally bumped into a tall figure.

"Oh, what a gorgeous woman!" The other party made a slightly frivolous voice to my ears.

It was a rather strong and handsome man, but one eye was covered with a black eyepatch with several shining gemstones inlaid on it.

I quietly glanced at him, nodded and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

The breath of blood.This man had blood on his hands, as well as blood from demons.

It's the...ghost blood that I'm very familiar with.

Back under the sakura tree, I silently ate the taiyaki, feeling that the red bean paste tasted sweet and slightly bitter.

"What's the matter? Why didn't Xiaoran speak?"

Tong Mo leaned over curiously, "Eh? Are you unhappy? What's the matter?"

"I... seem to have met someone who killed Xiaomei."