Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Step down!"

"Abe!"

"Step down!"

"Abe!"

"Abe, the national thief, get out!"

The prime minister's residence in Nagatacho was surrounded by a large number of demonstrators. The wide streets were blocked. From left to right, there was nothing but angry crowds. The police maintaining order held up shields and struggled to prevent the crowd from entering the prime minister's residence.

Political animals have the most sensitive sense of smell. The Prime Minister's residence is empty, even if the angry crowd breaks in, they will get nothing.

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

"Get this rotten cabinet down!"

There were two people holding the flag of the country high, stepping on the roof of the car and swaying it as hard as they could. The red and white flag was blown by the wind, and they shouted at the top of their voices slogans to tell the cabinet to get out.

His face was flushed red, the blood was squeezing the blood vessels, and the blood vessels were supporting the skin, and the subcutaneous swelling was two centimeters, which was terrifying, and the bulging eyeballs twitched and jumped out of the eye sockets if the slogan was louder.

Every one or two meters in the crowd, someone held a demonstration card made by themselves, red, black, blue, mixed colors, and the scene was spectacular.

The head of the Prime Minister is printed on the sign, and then painted with a big red X, some of which are short words written in Chinese, so that it looks more powerful, and there are more angry slogans.

And the sign at the forefront of the line is painted with disturbing pictures - the prime minister laughing and killing people with a knife, or the atomic bombing of World War II, or straightforward paintings of explosions in seaside parks, people in tears, fragmented People, children, mothers.

"Get off stage!"

"Get off stage!"

"This is our government. The people who rule this country have aimed their butcher knives at their own people." An old man stood in front of the crowd without any stage fright, and it was obvious that he did not lack experience in big scenes when he was young. Acting recklessly, trying to decide our life and death, no, they are already doing it!"

"Fan, fan."

NHK helicopters were in the air, and the recording crew recorded the massive parade that was taking place in Tokyo.

"If you press it down a little bit, the shooting is not clear enough."

Even if these materials are not available now, they should be stored in the TV station first, and they will be precious materials after a few years or even ten or decades. Someone must stand up and record what is happening.

From Nagatacho, the prime minister's official residence, to Marunouchi, there was a continuous line of people holding flags and signs, and they were gathering continuously, as if they were heading towards the imperial residence.

Surrounded by moats and moats, the Imperial Palace has stood for hundreds of years, witnessing the horror of countless blood crazily intertwined in the country.

In an ancient temple in the North District, adjacent to the temple cemetery, a group of monks knelt on futons and chanted scriptures.

"Prajnaparamita sound of compassion, sound of joy, sound of liberation, sound of liberation without leakage... He transforms into the free heaven Brahma and the heavens..."

They frowned and looked solemn. First they recited the scriptures of superseding, and then chanted the scriptures of protecting the country.

Outside the temple, middle-aged and elderly people who believe in Buddhism in the North District donate with money.

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

Originally, I thought it would be good to increase my knowledge, but I never expected to encounter these messy and terrifying things.

Now Kyushu Island is said to be in a state of chaos. Every flight at the airport is full and there is no room for seats. The Kanmon Bridge and the Kanmon Submarine Tunnel leading to Honshu Island are also full of cars. This is the only passage to other islands.

As for getting 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 to seek death during this season.

"You must return safely, you must return safely."

"Amitabha."

The monk of Mizuno's old acquaintance walked out of the ancient temple, holding a vegetarian dish in his hand, and behind him followed the monks in the ancient temple, apparently to see him off.

Seeing a monk walking out of the ancient temple, believers surrounded him one after another.

The real Buddha can't descend, but the real monk can still use it. Isn't the Buddha in Mahayana Buddhism also transformed by ordinary people?

"Amitabha. Ladies and gentlemen, the monk is not a practitioner in this temple." The monk smiled kindly and led the believers to the ancient temple. These believers came for the ancient temple, and they must not be robbed by a foreign monk like himself. Without the local scenery, even if you are a monk, you will still be disturbed by mundane considerations.

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

Kita Ward is an administrative district with a relatively low sense of existence in Tokyo. It is not the battlefield for this large-scale demonstration. When the monks walked to the place where the homeless people were, the monks did not encounter the demonstration team.

"Master..." The vagrants looked helplessly at the vegetarian dishes in the hands of the monks, which were rice balls or white rice, without even a trace of meat, so they probably didn't taste very good. Monks from island countries can't help eating meat, but the great monks in the temple still don't eat meat. With the status of an operator, he can deduct as much as he can in terms of food. It can be said to be a test.

Although their homeless social status is not very good, they can still eat some meat in the supermarket for the poor by selling garbage and so on. This kind of pure vegetarian food is really hard to swallow.

However, there are also many homeless people who gratefully accepted the vegetarian rice. No matter how the taste is, this is the master's intention. Besides, the vegetarian rice is so clean.

This is a famous monk among the homeless in several districts, a true master, who has measured with his feet one after another gathering places of homeless people in the Tokyo circle, whether it has been five years, ten years, or even longer.

In the "winter struggle" in the early years, there were homeless people who froze to death every year. It was the masters who rushed to chant scriptures for salvation, and paid for their own money and favors to be buried in temples. more and more.

If there is a real monk, it must be like a monk.

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

"I've already eaten it in the temple. It's delicious." The monk picked up a newspaper from the ground. The office worker threw away the newspaper this morning after reading it.

The pages of the newspaper are full of prosperity. The government of the island country is preparing for the Olympic Games next year. The XX Department of XX Province has introduced new policies that are beneficial to the national economy and the people's livelihood. The artist studio has been exposed to a scandal related to the Jidao organization. Which celebrity is planning to get married.

"The newspapers are all about these boring things." A homeless man is holding a mobile phone. The mobile phone has been out of the market for two years, but it can be used except for the aging battery. Said in the newspapers, collusion, collusion."

"Kyushu Island killed hundreds of civilians at once, it's so insane. I heard that the downtown area is very lively now, and there are parades everywhere. There are employees, workers, and housewives. There are tens of thousands of people. There is."

"Tens of thousands of people? There are tens of millions of people in Tokyo. I heard that hundreds of thousands of people are marching. Tsk tsk, this is the biggest scandal after the war."

"Do you think we should also go to the parade?"

"Stay full?" The bored homeless man rolled over and stuck to the ground like rotten roots. "What good will it do us if we go?"

"why are you not going."

The monk who was sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his eyes. The monk's voice was hoarse and deep, which had a calming effect if he heard it carefully.

"Master, what did you just say?" The vagabonds respected this monk very much. The more hungry and cold they were, the more they valued their faith. The monk's persistence for more than ten years was like a steel needle piercing into the vagabond's body in Tokyo. heart.

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

Startled by the monk who suddenly spoke up, the homeless men 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 refined monks in the past: "A group of wolves and beasts in suits and leather shoes lead the beasts to eat people. This time they were torn off their disguise by coincidence."

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

These words made the homeless people thump in their hearts. Recently, even the lowest and lowest level of them have keenly felt the changes around them. Many familiar homeless people suddenly disappeared...

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

Was it the man-eating Chaofan who was after them? Or is it the mysterious man in black that some homeless people say?

But the low-level people who are extremely humble have no right to speak out. Even if they are exposed, the news media will not care about them. In mainstream society, they are a group of dead people who have not yet been sealed on their tombstones.

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

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

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

"Stand up, let's go together."

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

Although you can't smell the smell of the homeless 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 Department's strength has been transferred to several districts in the central city.

They move slowly, but with firm steps.

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

Temporary countermeasure center of Metropolitan Police Department.

"Another team is coming to Taito District, and there is no manpower to stop it."

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

"It's 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 temporary countermeasures center was strangely silent, and then full of embarrassment. Such a big event, why a group of homeless people came to join in the fun.

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

Of course, the houses bought and rented by tool people are also another set of efficient squeezing lines.

Narrow trails, vast highways, laughing campuses, silent prisons.

This team is a river, flowing from one place to another, with countless tributaries joining in, the river is the cobweb-intensive traffic in the city, and the watermarks of the river are left in front of each house and on the road.

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

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

His body was messy, but still clean, and he tried his best to maintain the last trace of decency.

This homeless man has been wandering for twenty years. From the layoffs of the bubble crisis until now, he was originally a graduate of a famous college and a core employee of a large group. His stocks were wiped out and his wife and children were separated. A wandering life is a quagmire. If you get stuck in a quagmire for a long time, even struggling will only speed up your death.

"They deserve to go to the parade too?"

After rolling up the newspaper, the homeless man continued to browse the interesting news on it.

Imperial Palace, Double Bridge.

Erchong Bridge is located in front of the main entrance of the Imperial Palace. The lower old bridge is connected to the newly built bridge, so it is named Erchong Bridge. It is an important passage to and from the Imperial Palace. It is guarded by guards every day. It is also an excellent place to watch the handover of guards from island countries place.

But today's Erchong Bridge is extremely lively. A wall of people and guards are facing each other. 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 guns of the guards, the demonstration team rationally stood at a distance of 20 meters, at most shouting slogans desperately.

But when the thunder was heavy and the rain was light, another group of different teams appeared from the corner of the street. The people in the front row were all sweating profusely. They crossed several districts to come here, which was a great physical and mental test. , but under the pressure of the surging crowd behind him, his tired body is no longer under the control of an independent individual.

"The double bridge is ahead."

The crowd walked with swaying arms, their clothes were ragged, and they looked like dead people crawling out of the garbage, and standing in the middle of this group of dead people was the monk.