Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 444, 441. When ashes gather, fire will ignite (1)

"Ash Heroes! Ash Heroes! Ash Heroes!!"

Such shouts echoed throughout Tokyo and lingered for a long time.

The false god in the sky had a hideous expression!

On the messy street, Mizuhashi Eiki put away her long-handled umbrella. Listening to the shouts of her classmates around her, and seeing that the three senior students of "Delinquent Three" were still full of energy on the broadcast screen, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Not long ago, when she saw Hong Zhongjin's corpse with her own eyes, she felt as if something inside her body had shattered into pieces, and she almost fainted from anemia.

Just when she was about to give up, she heard a female classmate calling for help.

After Ryujin Shinazugin appeared, the protesters began to waver and fall into disarray. Many even went insane, leading them to commit incredibly mad acts.
For example, assaulting others, theft, robbery, and rape.

A young girl not far from her was suddenly grabbed by a thug. The thug looked ferocious and crazed, completely out of his mind, and made a move to tear off her clothes.

However, no one offered a helping hand—everyone was still immersed in Ryujin's fear and at a loss.

"Stop!" Mizuhashi Eiki, in a moment of impulsiveness, drew her umbrella and stabbed at the source.

She had learned a lot of practical sword techniques from Teacher Ushiwakamaru, and now she was filled with a fierce determination to die for her cause. She actually sent the thug flying with a single sword strike, saving the junior girl.

Without further ado, she acted impulsively once more, adopting a sword stance and roaring at the chaotic crowd around her:
"Waaaah! Everyone be quiet! Anyone who dares to cause trouble, I'll kill them!"

Sure enough, the surroundings fell silent instantly. Everyone stared fearfully at the petite yet imposing "Valkyrie," afraid that she would rush up and stab them through.

Even Mizuhashi herself was startled by these words; she was not usually like this at all.
But her predecessor was dead, and she no longer cared about right or wrong.

But now, upon learning from the radio that her senior could be resurrected, she felt as if a spring breeze was blowing through her cold, broken heart, gradually warming it up.

"Class, please press that button together! If possible, please also contact your family and friends so we can all press it together!" Not far away, Teacher Jiang Niao took out her phone and loudly urged the other students:
"The teacher knows this request is selfish, but I believe justice will prevail! We absolutely cannot let this evil succeed! Please, everyone, don't give up."

Mizuhashi Eiji let out a long sigh, leaned weakly against the wall, took out her phone, opened the website, and pressed the "not needed" option with all her might.

"Senior, you must come back to life. I miss you so much," she murmured absentmindedly, a hot tear falling onto the back of her hand.

In another part of Tokyo, Karasukawa Sakifumi sat on a high wall, watching the sea of ​​people below, the deafening noise, and the evil immortals soaring in the sky, and the heroes falling from grace.

As a gifted professional journalist, she knew that now was the perfect time to take photos and gather material.

But she simply hung the camera aside, opened the Gensokyo website on her phone, and lightly tapped the "not needed" option.

"King Kyushu, you must come back to life!"

At that moment, all she wanted to do was pray, nothing more.

"Damn it, the bleeding won't stop!"

Hiroyuki Karakawa, clutching his bleeding abdomen, limped into the alley, kicking over a trash can in the process.

Tonight, he was assigned to an "infantry unit" tasked with harassing the perimeter and attacking the blockade line to disrupt the situation.

Unexpectedly, they ran head-on into two Black Dragon spies, and this ragtag militia squad was immediately routed. His two underworld acquaintances fell to the ground in pools of blood, and the others scattered, their fates unknown.

As for him, although he was lucky enough to shake off the secret agents' pursuit, he was stabbed in the waist, and the blood had stained half of his shirt red, and no matter how much he pressed, he couldn't stop the bleeding.

He was dizzy and lightheaded from excessive blood loss, and even breathing became difficult. He could only lean weakly against the wall.

"Damn it. I don't want to die here!" His vision blurred. "Maiko... Aya..."

In a daze, he saw a figure walking quickly towards him, the voice deep and aged:
"Hey, are you hurt?"

"Who are you?" Hiroyuki Karakawa asked weakly, his eyes half-open.

"The manager of the host club nearby came out to check as soon as he heard the commotion." After groping around on Yagawa Hiroyuki for a while, the man asked, "Judging from your appearance, you must be a militiaman. I know a few people in the underworld who are like you."

He got up again and left quickly, adding before he left, "Hold on, I'm going to the store to call someone."

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After an unknown amount of time, Hiroyuki Karakawa woke up again and found himself lying on a sofa in a host club.

He instinctively touched his waist and found that the wound had been stitched up. Although the stitching was rough, it had indeed stopped the bleeding. Two young male escorts were standing nearby, and upon seeing him wake up, they called out:
"Manager, he's awake!"

The middle-aged man, referred to as the shop manager, walked out of the dressing room and said sternly, "Make him lie down. He hasn't been bandaged up yet!"

Seeing the old man's clothes stained with blood and carrying a bundle of gauze, Hiroyuki Karakawa couldn't help but ask, "Who are you? Did you save me?"

"Lie down and don't move!" the old man snapped, then explained:
"I'm the manager of this store, Tokyo Gensokyo. Just call me Saito. I saw you were injured, so I had the guys bring you back."

"As for why I saved you, it's because you were fighting desperately, just like Chunchuan."

"I see." Hiroyuki Karakawa turned his head with difficulty. The television was broadcasting "Bad Guy Three."

"Everyone, open the voting website now! We 'don't need' any Gensokyo! We must bring Ash Heroes back to life!"

"Those three are..." Hiroyuki Karakawa felt that the three boys on the screen looked somewhat familiar.

One of the male escorts chimed in, "These three lads really survived a close call. I heard they were even classmates of Xiao Chunchuan before. They're amazing!"

Seeing that Hiroyuki Karakawa's expression was becoming increasingly confused, Ninosuke Saito shook his head, handed him a cell phone, and began to wrap the bandages around his neck again.

"A lot happened after you fell into a coma, but now is not the time to talk about that. Could you please click on this for me first?"

Hiroyuki Karakawa took the phone, and there it was—the voting page:

Do you believe in Gensokyo?
"Yes"

"unnecessary"

The number of people who chose "yes" is decreasing at a visible rate, while the number of people who chose "no" is increasing accordingly.

Although he hadn't fully grasped the situation, Hiroyuki Karakawa already knew what to do.

"Go for it, little brother," he silently chanted to himself, tapping the screen with his finger to make his choice.

In the waiting hall of a hospital, Ken Yugami sat on the floor sighing, facing Officer Takagi, who was covered in wounds and unconscious.

Besides them, there were many other patients with varying degrees of injury lying on makeshift straw mats and mattresses, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood and disinfectant.

The battle for the entrance to the sewers was extremely fierce. They were almost completely wiped out and could only retreat in a sorry state, taking the wounded to a nearby hospital—and that was only because the enemy did not want to kill them.

Although he had been involved in many street fights before, after experiencing a real "war," he only felt a lingering fear and trepidation; the courage that the [Sage's Elixir] had given him had vanished.

"Excuse me~" A pleasant female voice interrupted his thoughts.

He subconsciously wiped the dust and blood off his face and stepped aside.

A pretty woman in a blood-stained nursing uniform knelt down beside Officer Takagi, carrying a basin of warm water, and began to clean his wounds.

"Thank you, thank you." Yugami Ken touched his nose and said, almost as if possessed, "I didn't expect to run into you here, Hoshino-san."

"Yes, I was startled when I saw you all." Hoshino Kasumi shook her head and wiped the blood off Officer Takagi's arm with a towel.
"Everyone is fighting hard. I also hope that I can help in some way, which is why I came to Tokyo."

Several days ago, most hospitals in Tokyo began to show signs of staff shortages. If it weren't for the many volunteers who spontaneously came to help, Tokyo's medical system would probably have collapsed long ago.

Yugami Ken naturally remembered the client whose real name was "Hoshino Momiji," after all, it was his first collaborative commission with Kyushu Makoto.

It was because Hoshino Kamo recognized him that she came over to help Officer Takagi treat his injuries.

It is said that Hoshino Kasumi originally planned to come to Tokyo to participate in the protesters' march, but when she saw the chaotic hospital and the wailing and helpless injured people, she softened and stayed to become a volunteer.

"Speaking of which, how is Harukawa? Do you know?" Hoshino Momiji asked abruptly from her busy schedule. She had been dealing with the injured and hadn't had time to check the news or find out what was going on.

"..." Xi Shenjian knew what she wanted to ask, and he had also heard about the situation outside and the fact that Hong Zhongjin had died in battle.

But he forced a smile, his expression resolute.

"I believe in him. He's not the type to give up so easily; he'll definitely succeed!"

(End of this chapter)