I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Look at my move, it's sure to kill, triangle combo!"

"Well, although your move is powerful, but you have mastered the characteristics before launching it, so it's easy to handle... Congo Drum!"

Araki Sousuke and Fujiwara Takumi sat peacefully on the carpet, quickly rubbing the game controller in their hands.

"How can it be……"

On the TV screen, the man in the green hat manipulated by Sousuke Araki, after his nirvana was cracked by the opposing gorilla, was directly blasted out of the field by the opponent's nirvana full of courage.

"If this continues, it will be a hundred-game losing streak, Araki-kun."

Fujiwara Takumi said indifferently.

"Damn it, you must have opened some kind of cheat... Come again..."

Just when Sousuke Araki launched the 101st challenge unwillingly, the doorbell rang.

"Damn it, it's already this time... Wait..."

Fujiwara Takumi jumped out and opened the door.

Outside the door was an energetic white-haired old man in kimono and clogs, holding an exquisite lunch box in his hand.

"Master Fujiwara, I brought over today's meal... What is your foot?"

The old man keenly noticed Fujiwara Takumi's feet half hanging on the ground.

"It's okay...well, I just got a little injury..."

Fujiwara Takumi took the lunch box and put it on the table beside him with difficulty.

"Is it because of cultivation? Please, young master, don't work too hard... Are there any guests? Then the old slave will not bother you."

Seeing the worn out sneakers at the entrance, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he retreated respectfully.

"It's really the second generation of the rich, and someone actually brings you food?"

Sousuke Araki poked his head out from the study and sighed.

"It's already this time, you guys come and eat together... Anyway, they send a lot of them every time, and you can't finish them."

Glancing at the sunset glow outside the window, Fujiwara Takumi said unhappily, and took out stacks of exquisite dishes from the food box.

Miso soup, side dishes, a whole box of exquisite Edo-style nigiri sushi...

"This nigiri sushi... is this bluefin blue tuna with big belly, big belly and naked body? There are also golden squid, young yellowtail, ark shells, prawns, meretrix? You are not the heir to some big consortium, are you?"

Looking at the box of dozens of pieces of nigiri sushi in front of him, which can be compared to the Michelin restaurant level, Araki Sousuke couldn't help but sigh.

Having been engaged in offshore fishing, he is naturally clear about the prices of these precious ingredients.

And looking at the quality of these ingredients, it seems that they have just been squeezed out of the hands of professional Michelin-starred sushi chefs. Presumably, the kitchen where these meals are made is not far from here.

"Hey, don't you want to eat, it's a good time?"

Fujiwara Takumi just ate a few pieces of sushi pickily, then put down his chopsticks.

The rest is naturally cheaper, Araki Sousuke, who is unceremonious and inhaled crazily.

These fresh and delicious ingredients are already the top delicacy in the world without any special seasoning.

The surface has been brushed with soy sauce, and the right amount of freshly ground wasabi is placed between the ingredients and the sushi rice.

Sushi rice can also be eaten as a very high-grade rice, and the grip is very clever, compressing the air just right, and the whole taste is fluffy and elastic.

It can also be seen that the size of the sushi is specially made for Fujiwara Takumi's habit, and the overall size is too small.

"I'm tired of eating these cold things every day..."

At this time, the sun was about to set, and the red sunset glow reflected on Fujiwara Takumi's face, as if his whole body was immersed in darkness.

"Where are your parents? Did they live with you?"

Araki Sosuke asked inarticulately with his mouth full of food.

"They, they all like to live in a dilapidated house not far away. They spend their whole day practicing and practicing. I live by myself but it's clean..."

Fujiwara Takumi turned his head to look at Yoyogi Park outside the window, staring at the shrine of Meiji Jingu with hatred in his eyes.

"Practice? You don't look like someone practicing swordsmanship. Could it be ninjutsu or something?"

Thinking of Fujiwara Takumi holding his head in his fists, Araki Sousuke joked.

"Anyway, it's a boring, worn-out, rigid thing passed down from the family."

"But having said that, even if it's a dilapidated house, how happy it is to be able to live with your parents, you must know how to cherish it..."

"You guy doesn't understand other people's situation at all, don't be here casually..."

Hearing what Araki Sousuke said, Fujiwara Takumi showed a slightly angry look on his face.

"...For example, I have been in an orphanage since I was a child. I don't know what it's like to live with my parents. Would it be embarrassing to suddenly come in while watching an action movie and ask you to lower your voice?"

Hearing what Araki Sousuke said, Fujiwara Takumi's eyes narrowed...

Is this guy an orphan?

He swallowed back the original words in his mouth: "In short, it's not an enviable experience..."

"You guy's family is so inhumane, why do you let those guys rob you there today, you can just spend money to find a few people and you can get revenge, right? It's okay to ask me to do it?"

"Hmph, in their eyes, their son is a genius blessed by the gods, how could he encounter such a shameful thing... Besides, I made a special trip to draw a reward in the name of 'going out to practice', and I can't let them Know……"

Fujiwara Takumi said strangely.

"Oh? It sounds like it's not easy for you..."

"Well, if it were you, your family thinks that you are a genius who is once in a thousand years in a certain aspect, but in fact, except for a little bit of luck, you are actually terribly weak in that aspect, and no matter how hard you try to prove that no one Believe you, what would you do?"

Fujiwara Takumi propped his face with one hand sadly, looking out the window at Yoyogi Park in the setting sun.

"Well, it depends on whether I like that thing..."

"I don't hate it at all... Did I have a brain twitch? Why are you telling me this..."

Fujiwara Takumi sighed.

With the crazy absorption of Araki Sousuke, the food on the table was quickly wiped out.

He clasped his hands in satisfaction and said, "Earth Explosive Star (thank you for the hospitality)!"

After dinner, Araki Sousuke was about to get up and leave when he thought that he still had work to do in the evening.

"Hey, can I really borrow this game console? There are still so many cassettes, and there is actually the latest "Collection! Ghost Forest Friends Club"?"

Walking to the entrance, he was holding a large box of game cassettes and a set of game consoles in his hands.

"It doesn't matter, that one is just the Lite that I got in the lottery after eating ramen. I took it back and found that it was useless at all... Those cassettes have already been cleared..."

"Oh, by the way, about the question just now... If it's something you like, don't worry about it, just go all out and get it done."

Araki Sousuke turned around and said this seriously, and walked into the elevator.

"Do you go all out? It really is the answer for single-celled organisms."

Fujiwara Takumi waved his hand indifferently.

"Ordinary people who don't know anything are really happy."

After closing the door and standing at the entrance, Fujiwara Takumi looked at his palm and said in a low voice.

The extremely gorgeous golden spiritual power surging in his palm, which is different from ordinary spiritual power users, gradually spread and turned into round chrysanthemum pattern charms.