Yutaro hurriedly crawled up and wanted to run. Regardless of whether it was a wood demon, a tree demon, or a mountain god, none of them were things that a small old man like him could handle.
However, a few windows in the old house of the homestay suddenly opened. They were all tourists who were taking advantage of the off-season to travel and stay.
They stuck their heads out. Some were puzzled, some were frowning, and some were angry as they looked at the source of the noise.
"What the hell? It's been so loud since morning."
"Takagi, look at what's going on outside."
"Why are there so many people over there?"
"Run, run quickly!"
Yutaro was still quite professional. He didn't only care about running away by himself. Instead, he kindly reminded the guest in the guesthouse.
If this group of people waited until they saw the Tree Demon and then put on their clothes and ran away, they would probably die ten times over.
A nine-year-old girl ran out of the guesthouse. She was Yutaro's second granddaughter. Since it was a rest day, his second granddaughter from elementary school was staying at the guesthouse.
When the second granddaughter heard her grandfather's screams from the guest house, she quickly ran out and looked at her grandfather Yutaro worriedly.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
"Ayumi, carry your brother out and run towards the police station …"
Yutaro's mind was originally filled with the thought of running away, but when he saw his granddaughter, his mind suddenly cleared up.
His old arms and legs could not run far, let alone his granddaughter and grandson. How far could they run with their tiny arms and legs?
If the Wood Charm monster caught up to them, not only would Zu Chan be finished, but Yutaro would never forgive himself if anything happened to the two juniors!
Even if he managed to drag out an ignoble existence, he would die of guilt for the rest of his life.
His eyes stiffened. His turbid eyes were like dark clouds, and lightning was hidden in the dark clouds.
"Bastard, Yutaro, you're already so old. You should have died long ago. What are you still afraid of?"
Yutaro suddenly slapped himself.
He quickly ran into the homestay and pulled his grandchildren away. "The two of you, run as far as you can. Go to the police station or the detention center. Then, call Mom and Dad."
If the two of them were a little older, Yutaro would have loved for them to take the train and leave Yamanashi Prefecture. They would not even go to Tokyo. If they wanted to go, they would go to the MIfang Base.
"Grandpa, what about you?" The little granddaughter still didn't understand what had happened.
Grandpa looked really painful when he slapped me just now. Could it be that I'm suffering from Alzheimer's, as they say on TV?
His hunchback blocked the two children's view. He pulled open the back door of the guest house and shoved the children out. "Grandpa has something else to do."
"Run! Don't come back! Don't look back!"
After saying that, Yutaro turned around and ran into the house. He held bottles of liquor under his arms and ran out of the guest house.
He liked to drink, and he didn't drink sake. Instead, he drank strong liquor or vodka. He liked hard liquor, hard liquor that would burn the moment it came into contact with fire!
Was it caused by the wood demons?
No matter how terrifying a demon was, could a human be terrifying?
People would die if they were killed, and trees would wither if they were burned!
"Hey!
Yutaro, what are you standing there for? Run! "
Yamada had already run to the guest house. He grabbed Yutaro, who was still holding a bottle of liquor, by the collar and was about to run.
This old man must be scared silly. Why is he just standing there?
"Let go of me." Yutaro flung Yamada's hand away and strode forward.
He shook the bottles full of spirits, making them clanking noises.
"Are you crazy?
What are you doing!? "
"I'm going to protect —" Yutaro gathered his momentum.
"Protect my ass!
Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? Protecting Narasawa Village has nothing to do with you! "Yamada directly interrupted Yutaro's retarded speech.
Yamada was in his sixties this year, while Yutaro was in his seventies. Once they passed the age of fifty, the age difference of ten years wasn't that obvious anymore. Yamada and Yutaro could be considered to be of the same age.
For people like them who were in their sixties, the Island nation's economy was at its most glorious. It was also during that era that all sorts of heroic movies, television dramas, and animes appeared one after another. Who didn't have a heroic dream of saving the world and protecting their neighbors?
Although Yutaro looked like he was just waiting to die, Yamada remembered that he was a radical leftist when he was young. He opposed the Shimizu Security Treaty, the increase in school fees, public nuisance, and other issues. Later, due to various reasons, he returned to the village to inherit the guest house.
After all, everyone had their hot-blooded moments in the past.
"Who told you that I'm going to protect Narasawa Village?"
Yutaro tossed bottle after bottle of hard liquor onto the ground. The glass shattered, and the strong liquor spilled all over the ground. The pungent smell of alcohol spread rapidly.
The smashed bottles formed a clear straight line on the ground from east to west, directly facing the tree man's path.
"I'm going to protect my own life!"
One by one, the police officers and rescue workers ran past him. When they saw the old man holding a bottle of alcohol and wearing a kimono used to run a homestay, most of the people who ran away ignored him out of panic. A few of them who saw him were confused.
'I don't care about this old man who's been scared silly. It's more important to run for my life!'
"No, I don't care about you anymore." Yamada pressed down on his police cap, twisted his legs, and ran with all his might.
The guests in the guest house also screamed and ran away. Some of them didn't even put on their clothes. They ran for their lives naked.
Seeing that most of the people who were running away had passed the alcohol limit on the ground, Yutaro opened the lid of the last bottle of liquor.
Thud! Thud!
The six tree men's footsteps were like the drumsticks of the Taiji Drum.
Yutaro raised his head, and the morning sun rose from the tip of his nose, giving off a resplendent glow. He grabbed the liquor bottle with his right hand and stuffed it into his mouth. The liquor flowing in the bottle covered up the sunlight, and the strong alcohol poured down his throat.
A ball of flames filled his entire body from the tip of his tongue to the soles of his feet. Yutaro's entire body was tempered into a longsword by the strong liquor.
"Flowers are full of wind and rain. Life is forever separated!" Yutaro tossed the liquor bottle away and took out a lighter from his pocket.
He loved Chinese poetry, and he loved the heroic and passionate nature of the words. This was a poem by Bai Juyi, and it was one of his favorite poems ever since he was young.
It was a poem encouraging people to drink.
Yamada had already run far away, but he couldn't help but look back after running for about two hundred meters.
Mount Fuji stood between the sky and the earth. The tall tree men advanced with steady steps, and the panicked police officers ran for their lives. The old man Yutaro stood there, unmoving.
Yamada couldn't see Yutaro's face clearly because he was facing away from him, so he didn't know what Yutaro's current expression was. However, he kept having the feeling that this old man seemed to have instantly become younger.
A youthful vigor surged from his body.
"I'm Yutaro, the brave who lives in the face of death!"
Yutaro's lighter flew towards the alcohol that had spilled all over the ground.
The grass at the intersection of winter and spring was dry grass. It would burn with just a touch. With the lighter as the center, a wall of fire rapidly extended to both sides. The dry grass burned fiercely, and thick black smoke rose into the sky!