Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

Taisho eight years, summer.

"The key to holding a knife is to use strength in your arms, waist, and legs, and to maintain a high level of alertness at all times. As long as you swing the knife, you must have the awareness to kill the opponent with one blow, so the key is to cut off the evil in your heart. Weakness and hesitation, remember?"

"Yes!"

The girl's cheeks were flushed, her black hair stuck to her cheeks with sweat, but she held the wooden knife firmly in her hand, and slashed at me with a loud shout.

I swung my knife to block and said with a smile:

"Very good, much more proficient than before. Next time if a boy bullies you again, do you understand what to do?"

"Understood! Hit him until he can't get up!"

"That's right!" I put down the wooden knife in my hand, "Although there is a knife ban now, you can't bring real knives to school, but if you really meet bad guys, you can use an umbrella or a broom. You are a girl School, but it is inevitable that you will meet rude men outside, girls must learn to protect themselves well. Remember, women are no worse than men."

The girl nodded, "I understand that, Mrs. Mingzi also said the same."

Mustard is almost 15 years old, and fortunately, she was admitted to her alma mater when she was a girl under the recommendation of Mrs. Akiko.I asked her to choose a surname before entering school, and she directly shocked me.

"I want to have the same surname as Miss Arakawa!"

This child is good in everything, but he is a bit too straightforward under the influence of me...

"We're not related by blood... What's your father's last name?"

"I heard that the surname is Asayama, and it seems to be the same as the surname of a maidservant in the church a long time ago. But the permanent believers voluntarily gave up their secular identities and followed the leader to practice, so I also..."

"No, mustard." I looked at the girl's eyes that looked like a newborn deer, and said seriously.

"The name given by your parents represents your original 'self', so it must not be ignored. In the future, when you become an adult, it is not impossible to change your name, but now you have to use your original surname."

However, the problem was resolved in a short time.

"Mrs. Akiko gave me an English name, Alice!"

Once a girl came back from vacation and said excitedly.

"Huh? This... sounds familiar?"

"I heard it was a fairy tale written by a foreigner. It tells the adventure story of a girl named Alice who fell into the rabbit hole. From now on, my name will be Alice!"

Mr. Yamada shook his head and passed by: "The children nowadays are all messed up, oh..."

I was a little helpless: "Is that why you don't like the name Mustard?"

"That... the students all said it's good soil..." the girl puffed up her mouth and said sullenly.

That's right, even in a girls' school, the name Kutako is too religious...

"What about 'ying'?" I suddenly thought of a word, "the 'ying' of fireflies."

Miss "Alice"'s eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously.

"Then from today, I will be called 'Asayama Hotaru'!"

It shows that Mrs. Zi is really good at educating girls, and she has only known her for a long time, and this girl dares to change her name...

"Miss Arakawa, the leader is looking for you."

I glanced at the sky and said in shock: "Oh no, no, I forgot to go out!"

Throw the wooden knife to Mustard, no, her current name is Ying.I quickly ran back to the room to take a shower and change clothes. I grabbed the Komachi red on the table and put on some light makeup—today is the Tanabata Festival, and I will go to Asakusa to watch an opera after dinner, so I have to dress more or less formally.

I trotted all the way to the agreed place, and the ghost was already smiling and waiting for me by the side of the red foreign car.

"You... you're actually wearing a foreign suit!"

I feel like my jaw is going to drop.

"What's wrong with the western clothes? Master Wu Mi also wears them~" the ghost said innocently.

I can't help but secretly thank Master Wu Mi, who is always on the cutting edge of fashion, for finally playing a positive role.The effect of this ghost wearing a western dress is unbelievably good. He was originally tall and straight, with long white oak hair and clear colorful pupils, matching the black western trench coat without any sense of disobedience.

I silently thought of a newly learned word - gentle scum.

Ah, I would have bought Mitsukoshi's long-awaited dress if I knew it.

"Oran is cute today too~"

Unexpectedly, the ghost came over at some point, stretched out his fingers to rub against my lips, and then licked his fingertips.

"Komachi Red really suits you~"

My face suddenly became hot.

Sven scum Sven scum!

"Nonsense...nonsense, I specially wore a formal furisode to see Takarazuka! But how can I go to the night market in such a dress? Today is Tanabata!"

The ghost smiled like a fox: "That's right, today is Qixi Festival, what gift did Xiaoran prepare for others?"

"Isn't it enough to treat you to steakhouse with the money I earned from opening the shop?" I opened the car door, "I'll open it today, lest you be the same as last time!"

In order not to experience the horror of a ghost who drank until he sang Edo joruri driving you on a mountain road in the middle of the night, I specially learned to drive from Mr. Yamada.

I have to say that this ghost has strong observation and learning abilities. The first time I saw him elegantly cut steak with a knife and fork, I was completely taken aback.

It's much better than my first performance that almost made the meat fly out.

The restaurant is completely Western-style, with dim lighting. The chairs and curtains are made of dark red velvet cloth, setting off the night view of Ginza's fiery trees and silver flowers outside the window, giving it a strange extravagance and enchantment.A midsummer night's dream played on the gramophone, and the red wine in the glass sparkled under the light of the silver candlestick.

This atmosphere is too romantic, if one ignores the rare blood poured on the almost raw steak on the plate.

"This is much better~" Master Tong Mo happily held up the bloody fork, "Although it can't be compared with the girl's flesh quality, does this mean that she is already very human?"

"It's very similar, very similar." I said through gritted teeth, "It's more similar if you can eat less."

I've seen girls eat, I've seen steaks, I haven't seen girls eat steaks by their weight...

This is terrible, even if it almost eats up the stock of other people's restaurants for the day, and what's more terrible is that this meal costs up my cafe's income for a month.

Heartache... How could I be so naive as to imagine that I could afford a ghost that can eat like this...

I feel that I have made a bloody business, but I can only bite the bullet and lose it to the end.

"This is for you." I took out a small exquisite brocade box, "It's a Qixi Festival gift I prepared."

"Wow~ What is this?" The ghost happily took it, "Hey, it's... a foreign watch?"

"It's a pocket watch." I corrected him, "It's from Patek Philippe. The case is made of pure gold. Don't lose it."

Master Tong Mo looked innocent: "But why did Xiaoran give this kind of thing? He is a ghost, so he doesn't need to watch the time?"

I took a sip of the red wine and said with a smile, "It's just to let you have a sense of time. You see, human beings have commuting time and weekends, but the leader listens to people's prayers all day long. You need to have your own time."

"My own time?" He looked a little confused, "But when believers need me, I should listen to them. This is my duty as a leader."

"It turns out that when you were not around, your believers lived just as well. Remember what I told you before, do you want to find your own happiness? Let's start with having your own time."

Holding his chin, the ghost nodded half-understanding: "Then what should you do in your own time?"

"Reading, eating, dazed...anything is fine." I cut a piece of steak, "Do you want to taste the taste of cooked meat?"

"want~"

The guy squinted his eyes with a smile, and looked at me leisurely.

"Isn't it?" Realizing that he had malicious intentions, I said in astonishment, "How old are you, Master Tong Mo?"

"It was Xiaoran who first asked people if they want~won't~why~"

This sentence was said in a loud voice, and the tone was so ambiguous that it caused the gentlemen and ladies on the nearby tables and the waiters to stare at us.

I was wrong, I am a god, why should I compare the thickness of my skin with a ghost?He is shameless, I want it!

So I gritted my teeth and inserted a piece of beef on the plate. I just wanted to poke a fork into his throat, but he held the wrist lightly, took the meat off the fork tip, and licked my fork with the tip of my tongue. Sprinkle with remaining sauce.

“The taste is not bad~”

The sporadic whistles of foreigners and the low and shy laughter of the girls came from all around me, and I felt like I was about to explode.

Where did you learn how to flirt!Is Yoshiwara's oiran there? ?

I don't want to come to this restaurant for 100 years!

Until the opening of Takarazuka's musical, I was still immersed in the unspeakable experience just now.

It's outrageous, it's really outrageous!

Dirty!It's just nasty!

Fortunately, Takarazuka never disappoints.Today is the French Offenbach's famous play "Heaven and Hell". The gorgeous dancers with feathers on their heads are singing and dancing in front of the ghost scene that symbolizes hell.The atmosphere was quite lively, and I was enjoying watching, when I suddenly heard a faint voice behind me:

"Bai Ji, what the hell is this acting?"

I turned around abruptly, and was horrified to find Yizang Ranzun and Yueyomi Ming sitting in the back row, and the black-haired girl looked like she was going to eat up the theater.

"Hey, it's Miko-chan~ This person deliberately found out about it~" A ghost next to him said excitedly amidst the loud music, "Actually, the story is that the husband and wife each find a lover, and the last one takes the other. Sent a story from hell~"

I don't know why, but Yizang Ranzun's complexion became even darker...

"Bai Ji, is this what you're talking about?"

Seeing Tsukiyomi winking in embarrassment, I shook my head obediently.

"No, to be precise, it's about the story of the male protagonist who let a poisonous snake bite his wife to death in order to have a private meeting with the shepherdess, and then intentionally designed to frame her and leave her in hell. It's an ancient Greek mythology, you know the ancient Greek Bar?"

Yi Zang Ran Zun took a deep breath.

"Month—read—!!!"

On the Tanabata Festival in the eighth year of Taisho, the Takarazuka stage was suspended for three days due to a fire, but fortunately no troupe was injured or injured.

I can't watch the play, so I can only go shopping.The gate of Sensoji Temple was bustling with people, and the bamboo branches were covered with slips of paper for making wishes. I was afraid of getting my clothes dirty, so I didn’t bother to squeeze through and say some other wish made by a god, so I dragged the ghost straight to the night market.

The night market is the best, the night market is the best.The night market has all kinds of dango, sea bream, eel, rice, oden, yakiniku, and ramen. The night market is my heaven!

But if he didn't pay attention, Master Tong Mo disappeared.

When I found the ghost holding Taiyaki, he was huddled in a stall full of children.

"It's fishing for goldfish." I said with a smile, "Did you never play it when you were young?"

"No~" the ghost said eagerly, "Can I try it?"

"Of course. But that net is made of glutinous rice paper. It's all about speed. It doesn't matter if you can't catch it at first."

After 5 minutes, I found out that I was wrong.

How could I have underestimated the hand speed of a ghost?

Or the most agile one among the winders?

Under the glaring glare of the owner of the stall, Master Tong Mo gracefully and generously picked up a pot of goldfish, and stuffed it into my arms.

"Xiaoran, give me the money~"

I especially want to know how I will pay for a piece of taiyaki with a wooden basin in my hand, but this kind of thing has never been considered by this dog man.

The dog man - Yizang Ranzun is really good to use this word.

Whoever goes out on a date with this dog man on Qixi Festival next time will be a dog!

However, it is useless to scold myself, I just want to cry now.

Good Tanabata Festival, what kind of Yuzen-dyed Nakafurisode should I wear?

Wear it as soon as you wear it, why do I step on wooden clogs and hold a pot of goldfish with my left hand taiyaki in my right hand and an umbrella in my right hand, with a windmill stuck in my belt, followed by a curious ghost who rushes in to take a look at everything Afraid he got lost?

This is a date?This is the maid who accompanied someone's young master to the amusement park, right?

I really want to send a flood to wash away all the people on this street...

Thinking this way in my mind, it really started to rain.

I just finished feeling how wise it is to carry an umbrella with me when I saw that ghost didn't know what I bought from the stall in front of me, and walked towards me with a smile.

It turned out to be soda!You finally look like a man, Mr. Tong Mo!

I thought with relief, but Master Tong Mo ignored my attire like a mobile shelf, and directly delivered the bottle to my eyes with a face of innocence.

"It's a new drink, what is it called Calpis, do you want to try it, Xiaoran?"

I could only take a breath, and said tremblingly, "Let's go to the store in front, anyway, it's raining, and it's getting late, shall we go back after drinking this?"

"Don't worry~" It's like returning to the eight-year-old ghost and acting coquettishly, "Qixi is so interesting~ I haven't had enough fun~"

A swear word from Edo automatically appeared in my mind, the one cursed by His Excellency Komaji.

It rained even more.

The two of us slipped into a soba noodle shop by the side of the road, and I finally let go of all the odds and ends and slumped on a wooden chair to calm myself down for a while.

Having said that, this drink called Calpis is not bad, it is actually made of milk.

The ghost in a western suit doesn't seem to match this old Japanese shop, but the western suit can't stop him from jumping around in front of the shop owner.

"Does Xiaoran eat soba noodles? There are fried shrimp~"

"Don't eat! You are not allowed to eat either!"

If you eat again, I will become the first god in history to be eaten and bankrupt...

Just as he was talking, the wooden door was suddenly pulled open, and a strange person rushed in from outside like a gust of wind.

"Pigs rushing forward! Pigs rushing forward! As expected, I, Uncle Inosuke, ran first hahaha!"

Boar leather hood?What is this?

Wait, why does it seem familiar?

"Eh? Eh?" The ghost who was standing at the door looking at the menu was only stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed happily:

"Hey, I read that right, right? It's Inosuke! Koran~ It's Inosuke's child~"

Who is Inosuke?

I looked at the man with a muscular upper body, two knives stuck in his back, and only a fur apron around his waist.

This dress is too strange.Are there still rogues these days?

Maybe seeing that I didn't respond, the ghost laughed loudly:

"Xiao Ran, your brain is really not very good~ Let's take a closer look at who this is~"

After that, he stretched out his hand and tore off the wild boar skin hood on the opponent's head with lightning speed. Under the hood was an extremely beautiful boy's face, with a pair of green eyes that I had seen in hell.

For a moment, my excitement made me ignore the shocked expression on the boy's face, and blurted out:

"It's you! I remembered! You are Qin Ye's son!"