I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Just when "Akagi Sang" walked behind Araki Sosuke with great momentum, Araki Sosuke happened to stand up, picked up the tub and poured it from scratch.

The foam all over his body immediately dissipated along the water, revealing his inverted-triangular back muscles and eight-pack abs.

"Well? Is there something wrong?"

Turning his head to see the man behind him, Araki habitually raised his nostrils, the bridge of his nose, and his brows to squeeze together, posing a classic stinky face of a bad boy.

If there was a kid who dared to show himself this "seeking death" expression on weekdays, "Akagi Sang" would have smashed the pot on the opponent's face long ago.

But now, "Akagi-san" sneered flatly and poured the water from the basin onto Araki Sousuke's broad chest.

"No...it's okay...yes...yes, it's just because you see too much foam on your body, little brother, let's pour it for you..."

The other two people in the distance also looked at Sousuke Araki with horror in their eyes.

What shocked the three of them was not Araki's 8% body fat rate, which was comparable to a fitness expert's strong physique.

It was a black glaring Bodhisattva tattoo covering his entire back to buttocks.

The Bodhisattva on the tattoo glared angrily, holding a Zen staff, sitting cross-legged on a skeleton lotus pedestal, with a ferocious and terrifying face.

In addition to the Bodhisattva picture on his back, Sosuke Araki's body, except for his hands and feet, were all tattooed with unknown black runes.

When he was sent to the orphanage in swaddling, 90% of the skin on his body was already occupied by these tattoos.

This is also the reason why he wears long clothes and long sleeves as much as possible, and always goes to the bath before closing.

Even so, he was still often misunderstood as a bad boy, until he finally got used to breaking things.

"Oh? That's a big thank you. I just couldn't pour it on my back when I was taking a shower, so I was very distressed."

Sousuke Araki, who is not surprised by the expressions of the three, naturally doesn't care.

So, "Akagi Sang", who was originally majestic, obediently poured water for Sousuke Araki, and hurriedly washed and retreated with the other two.

In Japan's pole groups, there are strict classifications for members' tattoos.

Most of the people who can get tattoos to this extent are the core members of various organizations, and they are not the ones who can offend them.

"Yeah~ it's comfortable."

After cleaning his body, Sousuke Araki jumped into the pond and soaked.

The scalding hot water and the rising steam made every pore of his body relax, swept away the exhaustion of running around all day.

Closing his eyes for a while, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It was an uncomfortable feeling of being locked in by someone's icy gaze.

Sousuke Araki opened his eyes and looked around subconsciously.

He was the only one in the bathroom late at night.

Even the sound of a needle falling to the ground can be heard.

"I'm too tired today..."

After confirming that it was an illusion, he closed his eyes again.

After a while, that icy gaze came again.

Sure enough, there is still something wrong.

Sousuke Araki opened his eyes again and carefully checked every inch of the surroundings where people might be hiding.

"Have you thought about it too much?"

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he swept to a mirror in the shower area in the distance.

In the mirror, directly behind him, about one meter away, was a vague figure, squatting motionless in the water.

But when he looked directly at the mirror, there was no one there.

Is it...

Sousuke Araki took a few steps back, suddenly jumped out of the water, and stretched out his hand to grab the position that he had confirmed with his peripheral vision.

Sure enough, nothing was caught...

Not right!

He stretched out his hand and slammed into the water.

Immediately, I felt like I had caught a greasy, round object.

At the same time, the eyes of the Bodhisattva on Sousuke Araki's back moved slightly, as if alive, and glared at it.

A trace of black air poured into the tattoo along his arm and disappeared.

A middle-aged bald uncle, who can be seen everywhere on the street, raised his head from the water with a smile, his hands still clasped in front of him.

Sousuke Araki's hand was on the uncle's Mediterranean Sea.

A trace of black air crept into the uncle's body along the top of his head.

"Uncle, are you a ninja? Please don't make such jokes in the middle of the night, scaring people to death..."

This uncle, most of the time he took a bath here.

He must have deliberately dived into the water when he turned his head to look.

When he looked elsewhere, he came up again.

This kind of nasty joke of middle-aged people...

"The water temperature is just right today, thank you."

Perhaps because of the longer soaking time, the uncle had a red face and a serene expression, as if exuding white light.

"It's inexplicable, I'm so scared that I'm not interested... I'll go first, Oji-san, take your time slowly..."

Sousuke Araki, whose mood was ruined, didn't even plan to use the sauna, so he got up and walked out of the bathhouse.

"You kid finally came out after washing for so long. I've been waiting. Old man, I'm going to close and get off work."

"Hmph, the uncle inside has been soaking for longer."

Under the complaint of the boss of Senso, Sousuke Araki bought a bottle of iced milk and left with his clothes.

"You're the last one, where is there anyone else..."

While muttering, the boss began to close the door.

In the bathhouse, the figure in the water clasped his hands together, and the white mist that rose up with the transpiration gradually dissipated.

…

Humming a little song of unknown meaning, drinking ice-cold milk, Sousuke Araki returned to the door of the apartment.

At the entrance of the dimly lit apartment, a tall, long-haired woman caught his eye.

Under the red coat, the snow-white skirt moved slightly with the wind, revealing her lustrous and delicate thighs.

Sousuke Araki sucked the milk and glanced back and forth on the woman with a cautious expression.

Secret skill, eye of the void.

After the secret skill was activated, he silently got a series of numbers in his heart.

168-87-60-86.

Walking closer, he found it a little regretful that the woman was wearing a mask and couldn't see her face.

In April, it is normal to wear a mask because of "hay fever".

About 2 out of 5 Japanese people suffer from hay fever, which is a national disease of Japan.

On top of the white mask, those big eyes with delicate eyelashes were also quietly looking at Sousuke Araki.

Eyes met, Sousuke Araki only felt that the heart in his chest was accelerating.

She didn't look away, could she be...

"Good evening, I'm Sousuke Araki from the newly moved Room 102. He graduated from Shibuya Economic University and is currently considering offers from several large entertainment companies... Are you also a resident here?"

As he approached, Sousuke Araki immediately greeted him with a "social elite" gesture.

Under the dim light, the skin on the woman's face became paler.

"Am I pretty?"

The woman wearing a mask did not bow in return like ordinary people, but asked a question abruptly in a hoarse and magnetic voice.

"Could it be..." Hearing the other party's words, Sousuke Araki took a nervous breath, and his brain started to run at a high speed.