Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Get off the stage!"

"Abe!"

"Get off the stage!"

"Abe!"

"Get out of this country, Abe!"

The prime minister's residence in Nagata Town is surrounded by a large number of demonstrators, and the wide streets are blocked. From left to right, there is nothing but angry crowds. The police who maintain order hold up their shields and struggle to prevent the crowd from entering the prime minister's residence.

Political animals have the most sensitive sense of smell. The prime minister's official residence is empty, and even if an angry crowd breaks in, nothing will be found.

"They dared to attack the innocent yesterday, so today and tomorrow, this kind of misfortune will befall us!"

"Get this rotten cabinet down!"

Two people held the national flag high, swayed as hard as they could on the roof of the car, the red and white flag was wrapped in the wind, and shouted hoarsely the slogan to get the cabinet out of the way.

The complexion turned red, the blood was squeezing the blood vessels, the blood vessels supported the skin, and the skin bulged two centimeters, which was terrifying and terrifying.

Every one or two meters in the crowd, there are people holding demonstration signs made by themselves, red, black, blue, mixed colors, the scene is spectacular.

The sign has the Prime Minister's portrait printed on it, and then smeared with a big red x. Some of them are short words written in Chinese, which makes them look more powerful, like other angry slogans.

And the sign at the forefront of the team painted a disturbing picture of the prime minister holding a knife and laughing and killing people, or the atomic bombing of World War II, or a straightforward painting of the explosion in the waterfront park, people crying, broken people, child, mother.

"Get off the stage!"

"Get off the stage!"

"This is our government. The people who rule this country have aimed the butcher's knife at their own people." An old man stood in front of the crowd without stage fright. Arbitrary actions, vainly trying to decide our life and death, no, they are already doing it!"

"Hu Fan Hu Fan."

The helicopter was flying in the air, and the recording team recorded the ** happening in Tokyo.

"Press it down a little bit, it's not clear enough."

Even if these materials cannot be used now, they will be stored in the TV station first, and they will be valuable materials after a few years or even decades or decades. What is going on has to be recorded by someone.

From Nagata Town, the official residence of the Prime Minister, to Marunouchi, the lines holding flags and signs stretched continuously, and they were gathering continuously, as if they were heading towards the Imperial Palace.

The imperial residence, surrounded by moats and moats, has stood for hundreds of years, witnessing the horror of the country's countless blood madly intertwined.

In an ancient temple in the northern district, a group of monks knelt on futons and recited scriptures in a temple adjacent to the temple-produced cemetery.

"The Prajna Paramita, the compassionate sound, the joyful sound, the sound of liberation, the sound of liberation, the sound of liberation, the sound of liberation, the sound of liberation... He transforms into the Heaven of Freedom, the Brahma and the Heavens..."

Their brows were furrowed and their expressions solemn, they first recited the scriptures of transcendence, and then the scriptures of blessing the family and the country.

Outside the temple, middle-aged and elderly people who believe in Buddhism in the northern district are giving money.

"Please make sure that your son is safe in Kyushu." A father who was still wearing the overalls of the transportation company folded his hands, and his son was dragged by the school to participate in the Jade Dragon Banner.

I originally thought that it would be good to increase my knowledge, but how could I expect to encounter these messy and terrifying things.

Now Kyushu Island is said to be in chaos with traffic, and every flight at the airport is full of seats. The Guanmen Bridge and the Guanmen Undersea Tunnel, the sea-crossing bridge leading to Honshu Island, are also crowded with cars. This is the only channel leading to other islands.

As for going to other areas by ferry?

The maritime company shut down all plans to go to sea, and none of the sailors dared to go to sea at this time to seek death.

"We must return safely, we must return safely."

"Amitabha."

The monk who was an old acquaintance of Mizuye walked out of the ancient temple with vegetarian dishes in his hand, and behind him followed the monks in the ancient temple, seemingly coming to see him off.

When a monk came out of the ancient temple, the devotees gathered around one after another.

The true Buddha will never come, and the true monk can still be used. Isn’t the Buddha in the Great Vehicle Buddhism also transformed by mortals.

"Amitabha Buddha. Ladies and gentlemen, the little monk is not a practitioner in this temple." The monk smiled kindly and led the believers to the ancient temple. These believers came to the ancient temple, but they couldn't let their foreign monks rob them. In view of the local scenery, even if you are a monk, you will still be disturbed by mundane considerations.

Carrying the vegetarian meal, the monk walked down the street without looking sideways.

The northern district is an administrative district with a relatively low sense of presence in Tokyo, and it is not the battlefield of the protests. As long as they reach the place where the homeless are, the monks did not encounter the demonstration team.

"Master..." The homeless people looked helplessly at the vegetarian dishes in the hands of the monks, which were rice **** or white rice. There was not even a trace of meat, and it was estimated that the taste was not very good. The monks in the island countries could not help eating meat, but the monks in the temple still With the identity of the operator, if you can deduct in terms of food, it can be said to be a test.

Although their social status is not high, the homeless people can still eat some meat in the poor supermarkets by selling garbage or something. This kind of pure vegetarian food is really hard to swallow.

However, there are also many homeless people who took the vegetarian meal gratefully. No matter what the taste is, this is the master's intention. Besides, the vegetarian meal is clean.

This is a monk who has a reputation among the homeless in several districts, a real master, who has measured the gathering points of homeless people one after another in Tokyo with his feet, whether it is five years, ten years, or more.

In the 'winter struggle' in the early years, there were homeless people who froze to death every year. All the masters rushed to recite the scriptures to escape. They paid their own money and favors to be buried in the temple. more and more.

If there are real monks, they must be like monks.

"Master, don't you want to eat?"

"I've already eaten it in the temple, and it's delicious." The monk picked up a newspaper from the ground. This morning's newspaper was thrown away by the office worker after reading it.

The page of the newspaper is thriving, the island country government is preparing for next year's Olympic Games, the **** province **** department has introduced new policies that are beneficial to the national economy and people's livelihood, the artist studio has been exposed to a scandal related to the polar organization, which star is going to get married.

"The newspapers are all talking about these boring things." There was a homeless man holding a mobile phone, which has been out of the market for two years, but it can still be used except for the aging battery. In the newspapers, it was said that they were in one anger, and they were embarrassed."

"Hundreds of civilians were killed on Kyushu Island at one time. It's crazy. I heard others say that the downtown area is very lively. There are parades everywhere, including employees, workers, housewives, and tens of thousands of people. There is."

"Ten thousand people? There are tens of millions of people in Tokyo. How can I hear that hundreds of thousands of people are marching. Tsk tsk, this is the biggest scandal after the war."

"Do you think we want to follow the parade?"

"Have you eaten enough to support?" The bored homeless man rolled over and stuck to the ground as if rotting and rooting, "What good will it be for us to go."

"why do not you go."

The monk sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his eyes. The monk's voice was hoarse and low, and if you listened carefully, it had the effect of calming people's hearts.

"Master, what did you just say?" The homeless people respect this monk very much. The more hungry and cold people are, the more they attach importance to their beliefs. The monk's persistence for more than ten years is like a steel needle piercing the Tokyo homeless people. heart.

"Why don't we go to the parade." The monk stood up, tall and tall, over 1.8 meters tall. "Is it something we are inferior to the marchers, or is it that what is happening now has nothing to do with us?"

Startled by the monk who suddenly spoke up, several homeless people looked at each other and said weakly, "Master..."

"It's not a scandal, it's injustice."

Where does the monk still have the kindness of the gentle and elegant monks in the past: "A group of jackals and beasts in suits and leather shoes, leading the beasts to eat people, this time it was just a coincidence that they were torn off their disguise."

"If you don't speak up for the grievances of Kyushu Island today, no one will speak up for us tomorrow."

These words made the homeless people groan in their hearts. In recent times, even those at the bottom and the bottom have been keenly aware of the changes around them, and many familiar homeless people have suddenly disappeared...

It's like an invisible monster lurking in the city, catching one homeless one today and another tomorrow.

Is the cannibal supernatural eyeing them? Or the mysterious man in black that some homeless people say?

But they have no right to speak out, even if they are exposed, no news media will care. In mainstream society, they are a group of dead people who have not been sealed with tombstones.

Everyone is uneasy, but everyone is powerless to change. It's not that they don't want to change, but they don't even know where to change. They have been trapped in the mire for too long, and they have to bury themselves in the sand like ostriches. , praying to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, the next one to disappear is not me.

"One finger is easy to break, but five is a fist."

The monk said the allusions, but he turned the chopsticks in the allusions into fists. He clenched his hands, and his eyes seemed to have gods inhabiting them.

"All stand up and let's go together."

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A ragged team set out from the place where the homeless people gathered in the North District. At first, there were only a dozen people. Walking on the street would only make people cover their noses and turn their heads.

Although it is impossible to smell the homeless body at such a long distance, the smell in the stereotype cannot be removed from the bone marrow.

No police cared about these homeless people, and most of the Metropolitan Police Force had been transferred to several districts in the central city.

They move slowly but firmly.

From Kita District to Adachi District, and then to Arakawa District, a dozen people expanded to nearly a hundred people. Some homeless people joined in angrily, some hesitated, and some remained cautious. When they came out of Sangu, the whole team instantly expanded. .

Metropolitan Police Department Temporary Countermeasure Center.

"There is another team coming from Taito District, and there is no manpower to stop it."

"It's not over, is the world going to be in chaos?"

"It's very strange, it turned out to be a group of homeless people."

"What the hell? I'll watch the video."

Looking at the team of homeless people in the video, the strange silence of the temporary countermeasure center, and then full of embarrassment, such a big event, a group of homeless people came to join in the fun.

Towering office buildings and low dwellings, the former is the assembly line for tool workers to work, designed according to the prison concept, and the latter is a maintenance factory where tool workers replenish energy and repair parts to ensure that tool workers will not get tired before they are squeezed clean. die.

Of course, the house purchased and rented by the tool man is also another set of efficient pressing lines.

The cramped trail, the vast highway, the laughing campus, the silent prison.

This team is a river. It flows from one place to another, and countless tributaries join in. The river is the traffic with dense spider webs in the city. In front of the houses, the watermarks of the rivers are left on the road.

The veins of the rivers are getting bigger and bigger, and the flow speed is getting faster and faster.

"It's the people from Adachi Ward." A homeless man lying on the newspaper pushed his glasses~www.wuxiamtl.com~ wiped his face with his clean palms, and shook off his dirty clothes , slowly get up from the ground.

Messy but clean, he struggled to maintain the last shreds of decency.

This homeless man has been wandering for 20 years. From the layoff of the bubble crisis to the present, the original graduates of famous colleges and core employees of large groups have been wiped out, and their wives have been separated. A wandering life is a quagmire. After being immersed in it for a long time, even struggling is just accelerating death.

"They deserve to go to the parade too?"

Rolling up the newspaper, the tramp continued to browse the interesting news on it.

Imperial Palace, Double Bridge.

The Erchong Bridge is located in front of the main entrance of the Imperial Palace. The lower old bridge is connected to the new bridge, so it is named as the Erchong Bridge. It is an important passage for entering and leaving the Imperial Palace. place.

But today's Erchong Bridge is extraordinarily lively. A wall of people and guards are opposed to each other. One side is angry, and the other is just clenching the weapon in his hand. No one has ever seen the guards in front of the Imperial Palace take action. They are all relying on old-fashioned rifles. If the demonstrators in front of them start to charge, the old-fashioned rifles alone will have little effect.

Facing the guards' guns, the demonstrators stood rationally at a distance of 20 meters, shouting slogans at best.

But just when the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, another group of different teams appeared from the corner of the street. The people in the front row were sweating profusely. They crossed several districts to get here, which was a great test for body and mind. , but under the surging crowd behind him, the tired body is no longer under the control of independent individuals.

"There's a double bridge ahead."

The crowd walked with swinging arms, in ragged clothes, looking like dead people crawling out of a garbage heap, and standing in the middle of the group of dead people was a monk.