The rustling raindrops fell, beating on the old green tiles, making an incomparably crisp sound, bringing a hint of coolness to the sultry and restless night.

Next to the side street is Tokyo's high-rise buildings, which are full of modern high-rise buildings, and the traffic is bustling, which is a stark contrast to the loneliness here. The neon light molds the lake in the rain, creating a rainbow-like line and a passage across two eras, connecting the streets of the Edo period with the Tokyo of today.

At night, Tokyo is at its most lively, and after a day of study and work, students and social animals who want to relax are drowned out by the sudden heavy rain, so they can only retreat to their dormitories and apartments in ashes.

The staff of the paper fan shop put away the paper umbrellas displayed outside the store, and the kimono shop looked old, but the charm of the proprietress still looked over when the door closed, as if she wanted to come over for a bite to eat or say hello, but she just stopped when there were still customers here.

The merchants on the side streets were closed when the thunder sounded, and there was no business to do, so they naturally had to rest early. Only izakaya and convenience stores, which are open 24 hours a day, are still open, and we hope that they will be able to continue to operate as soon as the heavy rain comes. However, their plan is expected to be frustrated, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that it will not stop for a while, or maybe in the middle of the night.

"Thank you for your hospitality." After drinking the soup in the bowl, Asukina, who looked very educated, put down Kuaiko with her hands folded and looked around at the ramen stall, "Anyway, I didn't know there was a place like this at the back of the school." ”

Just like the streets of Tokyo that are so old that they don't look like modern Tokyo, the shops here are just as old. The old clog shop, kimono shop, and paper fan shop, all of which are not very visible in the high-rise city, all reveal the flavor of the Showa era, just like the ramen stall chef himself...... The same lifeless.

"So it's not easy for me to find such a quiet place to eat in a place like Tokyo." Kiritani replied, greeting the ramen master, "Master Yue, give me a glass of sake...... No, help me change it to tea. ”

He suddenly remembered that although he had reached the age of legal drinking, he had asked the girls out for dinner today. However, the ramen owner did not answer, he was watching TV.

"It is reported that the cause of the anomalous tsunami in the Mediterranean is still unknown, but many experts speculate that it is caused by the movement of the earth's crust ......"

"The boss will also pay attention to such news?" Asuka's attention is drawn to the news on TV, and because of her family, she knows a lot about international affairs.

It's not news anymore, but it caused quite a stir a month ago. Although the Japanese who are often plagued by waves will feel the same way, the calm and calm waves, and it is almost impossible for any big waves to appear in the Mediterranean Sea, which hit the coasts of Italy and France, directly shattered the perception of many people, at least the professors and teachers of the Department of Geography at the University of Tokyo have been calling it impossible.

"I've been following the news about that as well." Kiritani interjected, "It is said that at the time of the tsunami, UFOs were seen in the sky, and some secret societies in the French army were planning to launch nuclear bombs to destroy them. ”

"You really like these strange rumors, and I've heard that many people have seen the giant Tree of Light." Assuna smiled and said, "But the governments of France and Italy have already refuted the rumors, and there are no nuclear bombs or UFOs." The Tree of Light was nothing more than a mirage or a collective hallucination. ”

"The reason for the mirage and the collective hallucinations is untenable...... Kiriya scratched his head.

The silent ramen owner withdrew his gaze from the TV and nodded, saying, "Well, I've been thinking about going back to France to retire, so I'll keep an eye on the situation around there." ”

"Wouldn't it? Boss, you said to go back? Kiritani looked at the ramen boss with a magical expression, looking unconvinced.

An old man who buys cheap ramen on the old and decayed streets of Tokyo is an Asian old man, and it is very strange to use the word "back to France" no matter how you look at it.

The ramen boss glanced at him: "Don't look like this now, but I grew up in France, so it's no problem to say that I'm French." ”

He said this in French, and for Japan, which can't speak English at all, although he doesn't speak French to the point where he can't understand it at all, he will have a little accent, but the accent of the boss in front of him is exactly the same as that of the French foreign teacher at the University of Tokyo.

The owner of the ramen shop who doesn't look amazing still has such a side, which shocked Kiritani and Asuina. The French aristocracy wandered the streets of Japan and became so depressed that they sold ramen in such a place, and they never gave up hope of returning to their hometown...... Japanese people with rich imaginations are starting to make up their brains.

"It feels like you're thinking something rude." The ramen boss brought two cups of hot tea, "Let's go back quickly after drinking, even if you are a college student, it is not a wise choice to stay outside on a rainy day, whether it is to go to a love hotel or to each other's accommodation, go back quickly after drinking." ”

"We're not ...... yet," the shy two tried to explain, and then fell silent together.

The sound of rain and thunder was mixed with the rapid sirens of police cars, and among the sound of the wind blowing in the rain curtain, some dense killing shouts could be faintly heard. The day disappears completely, and the night falls on Tokyo, which belongs not only to relaxed students and social animals, but also to another group of people...... Mafia.

The Japanese yakuza are not really law-abiding as foreigners think, but they are not pure criminals either. They gathered in groups and in formations, claiming to be presidents like companies and enterprises, and looking like they had gone ashore to do business. But when they encounter a problem that cannot be solved by normal means, they will also resort to the simplest and most primitive way.

Armed with their own Japanese swords, like the samurai of the ancient daimyo, charge for their respective leaders and expand their territory......

"Talking so much, it's just a simple gangster grabbing territory." The ramen chef looked at Kiritani and Asukina, who were afraid to speak because of the movement getting closer and closer, and said as if nothing happened, "Don't worry, they won't come in, this place is so broken, there is no oil and water at all, and there is no point in robbing it." ”

One is the eldest lady from a well-off family, and the other is a boy from an ordinary family, how have the two seen such a formation. Even if the ramen boss says it's okay, it's still worrying. But luckily, there is a school next to it, so you can enter as long as you talk to the doorman.

This kind of conflict was not common before, and it was about a month ago, when Tokyo was very stable, and although there was friction between the underworld, it was only on a small scale, and it was not as bold as it is now, and even the police were alarmed.

“…… It is said that the yakuza from the Osaka direction wanted to enter Tokyo and collide with local forces. Kiritani, who was silent, cautiously said that he didn't know where he heard the rumors.

He also glanced at a long strip of curvature wrapped in a tarpaulin next to the rolling pin at the kitchen station. He has been playing an online game related to swords recently, and he has some knowledge of real-life weapons, and that shape doesn't look like kitchen utensils no matter how you look at it.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck, and the street lamp on one side flickered as if it had been in poor contact, reflecting some strange shadows on the somewhat empty streets.

Kiritani shivered inexplicably, he smelled an inexplicable smell of rust, and heard something clanging, like metals colliding with each other. There are also voices that are not very audible, but they are like whispers. It's like someone is holding a long knife and slashing at each other angrily.

Has the battle of the underworld spread to this side? He thought to himself, then shook his head. No, maybe not human, because humans can't let out such a ghost-like roar!

The last second was still a little lazy watching TV, and the ramen boss's expression instantly sharpened. I don't know if this is an illusion or the reflection of thunder and lightning, Kiritani sees a flash of golden light in the ramen boss's eyes.

"Okay, the boy should take responsibility for sending the girl back." The boss said, and then issued an eviction order, "If I had such a beautiful daughter, I would definitely not let her go out with the boy at night." But if I could send her back in the middle of a crisis, I'd probably consider breaking only one of his legs. ”

"Master Yue, who is the underworld between you and those guys?" Kiritani smiled wryly and took out an umbrella to protect Asukina, and entered the back door of the University of Tokyo not far away before the lights were completely extinguished.

Looking at the boys and girls behind the gate bowing and thanking this side and then leaving with an umbrella, the ramen boss said to himself, "...... It's nice to be young, but don't forget to invite me if it's a wedding. ”

"Well, it's time to teach a lesson, the incomprehensible guy who disturbed the tryst of the little couple." He turned around, picked up the long strip of tarp wrapped around the rolling pin, and walked down the street in the flickering lights.

He knocked on the glass doors of the still open izakaya and convenience store to remind them that it was time to close. The latter treated him with great respect, and closed the door in advance according to his orders, and such inexplicable requests appeared from time to time during the month.

There was a soft crack, the street lamp exploded inexplicably, and the whole street was completely plunged into darkness. Only the rooms on both sides of the street were faintly lit, but they were quickly extinguished. For a moment, apart from the sound of rain and thunder, the whole street was extremely quiet.

Peeling off the tarp and gently holding the hilt of the sword wrapped with the red cloth underneath, the ramen chef looked at the streets flashing under the thunder, and the strange shadows. A clear light flashed in the darkness, and he pulled out the long knife in his hand.

On the blade of the long knife, the Inazuma pattern flashed with the unique light of the alchemy matrix, there is no doubt that this is an alchemy ancient knife, and it is also an extremely rare existence in various half-blood families, but it is held by an old man who sells ramen noodles in a dilapidated street.

"It has been stable for hundreds or thousands of years, but there have been frequent riots in this month." He glanced up at the sky with countless bolts of lightning, and said to his friend on the other side of the world who didn't want to see him again, "Ange, what the hell have you done?" To make the world change so much......"

He knew very well that the fighting sound that Kiritani heard before was not the work of the underworld. He's been here for decades, not only to prevent the things that are fighting inside from coming out, but also to prevent anyone from breaking into it. Although even he can't get in and out of there freely, and it's even more impossible for ordinary people or even half-breeds, there is no shortage of that kind of lucky unlucky people in this world, and Kiritani is one of them.

And this situation was broken a month ago, and the place that was about to dissipate was inexplicably affected and began to become active, and the probability of unlucky eggs appearing also increased. If he hadn't rushed away, the girl brought by Kiritani would probably have been swept in. Then the two of them experience a journey to another world that can only be found in light middle schools.

…… It's no wonder that it will be torn apart on the spot.

Without warning, the rain suddenly stopped, and the lightning in the sky disappeared with it, only dark clouds that were opaque. He stepped into the space again, a space that was the same as the street outside, but very different.

In the darkness, there was a faint sound of grinding teeth in the darkness, and the old buildings on both sides of the street were like dormant beasts, waiting for the opportunity to swallow the outsiders in one gulp. At some point on the ground of the street lay a skeleton with hollow eyes on an outsider, as if to tell of the pain he had experienced when he died.

The bite marks on his bones suggest that he did not die of natural causes. This is the unlucky guy who has strayed here for hundreds and thousands of years.

"I have to work overtime to patrol every night, thanks to you, my workload is several times more than before!" The ramen chef said, pulling off the black towel wrapped around his head, "Okay, even if you should be my ancestors, I won't let you pass." ”

The white hair on his head was neatly combed, and his eyes lit up with a dark gold that lit up enough to illuminate the darkness. The muscles bulged high under the thin clothes, and the tattoos with a mold lake could be faintly seen.

Attracted by fresh flesh and blood, hidden in dilapidated houses, dressed in tattered clothes, or directly shirtless, revealing the dry and tattered flesh underneath, or the metallic bones. The tattered knives clanged on the ground, and the ghostly figures gradually gathered together.

"It's getting more and more...... "That's right, let's solve it together." ”

A black light peeked out from behind him, engulfing the figures in front of him.

……

The rain gradually stopped, the bright moonlight revealed, and the ramen chef pushed the cart alone, holding his waist as if he was overworked.

"Looks like we're going to have to find a helper......"