rpbooks Chapter 195 One Punch: Tomie on the Road to Leveling Up
Chapter 195 One Punch: Tomie on the Road to Leveling Up
Weeping Woman Slope.
This is a mysterious village, existing only in people's oral traditions and legends.
Almost no one has ever seen its true face, yet it is a place that everyone yearns for.
To be precise, it is a place longed for by the dead and sought by the living.
If one can obtain the weeping maiden from the Weeping Maiden Slope to mourn, the deceased can become a Buddha, which simply means they can be reborn in a better place in the next life.
Occasionally, a lucky person might stumble upon Weeping Woman Slope; all of them are grieving people who have recently experienced the loss of a loved one.
When they encounter tourists like this, the weeping women of Weeping Woman Slope will thoughtfully offer them a funeral rite so that their family members may attain enlightenment.
However, a sudden change occurred not long ago.
She was an arrogant and conceited woman who not only nearly cleared out the forest where Weeping Woman Slope was located, but also found the entrance and almost smashed that poor "door".
There was nothing else they could do but let the woman in.
This led to a tragic and embarrassing consequence.
"Can't cry?"
The man, with a gloomy face and thick dark circles under his eyes, shouted in disbelief.
Before him stood a middle-aged woman. Hearing this, the woman seemed apologetic, but still said, "That's right, you've come at the wrong time. Lately, none of our Weeping Maidens have been able to cry."
"It has been almost 49 days since my father passed away."
Saito Shuichi sighed deeply. He had thought he was lucky to have arrived at the legendary Weeping Woman Slope, where he could help his father achieve Buddhahood, but he hadn't expected to come at such an inopportune time.
"Thank you. If that doesn't work, how am I supposed to get back?"
"We can't go back for now." The woman sighed. "The exit door is under repair. Ordinary people have to go through the door to get out, otherwise they won't be able to withstand the pressure of the space and will explode."
"So that's how it is... But how did I manage to get in through an alley?"
"That is the 'Weeping Woman Slope' calling you sorrowful people, but to get out, you must go through a door."
Saito Shuichi's shoulders slumped. He hadn't even told his family yet, and he couldn't get through on the phone...
A small house somewhere on Weeping Woman Slope.
Inside, there was a wooden table with a nearly mummified corpse on it. Next to it, there was a cement pool with a woman sitting in it, only her shoulders and above visible.
After a while, a young woman who was crying cautiously entered the room.
She hesitated for a long time before finally speaking: "Um... could I scoop up a bucket of the sacred water from the pool? The lake outside is almost dry, and the vegetation is starting to wither..."
"Get out." The voice was cold and ruthless.
The weeping woman was on the verge of tears, forgetting her fear, "You came and took over our sacred pool, but you can't just leave us unable to live! How can there be such a beautiful and domineering person like you!"
Tomie opened her eyes, her pupils were dark yet glistening, and beneath the watery light was undisguised impatience and killing intent.
She parted her thin lips slightly: "I've set my sights on this, so it's mine. Say one more word and you're dead."
The weeping woman cried, but no tears came.
They wept because of the abundance of the lake, but now they could not shed any more tears.
Because there is a small lake outside the village where they live. Their drinking water and the vitality of the trees and grass depend on that lake. The lake must be replenished with sacred water from time to time, otherwise it will dry up quickly.
At that time, their homes will no longer exist.
"Wait, scoop out a spoonful."
Just as the weeping woman turned to leave, she heard the woman's faint voice.
She was overjoyed: "Thank you, thank you!"
He immediately ran over and filled several sections of water into a bamboo tube.
Tomie's face flashed with displeasure, but she didn't say anything in the end.
If this place withers, it might affect the pond. There's no need to ruin your important plans because of your momentary likes or dislikes.
The girl held her breath, and after running away, her face was flushed red.
What a nice view......
She had never seen such a beautiful girl.
If only her personality wasn't so bad.
No, it wasn't that bad. At least she didn't break her hand. You know, the previous weeping woman had her hands and feet broken by her.
Thinking of this, the blush on the weeping woman's face deepened...
Tomie looked down at the so-called divine water.
This thing is indeed useful; her physical fitness has been steadily improving. However, given the current situation, it will probably take her several more days to reach her current peak.
A few days...
An image of a little girl playing games with Jiu Zhiche flashed into her mind, and her breathing suddenly became heavy.
I thought the imposter from the vortex would create some balance with the little imposter, but I didn't expect the imposter from the vortex to be so useless, resulting in Ah Che being monopolized by one person...
Tomie's expression grew even colder after punching him, and then she stopped thinking about it and focused on becoming stronger.
If she hadn't spent time with A-Che, it would have been bearable. But once she had experienced the good times, returning to being alone was the most complex emotion Tomie had ever tasted.
Faster, faster!
She couldn't wait to go back.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Jiuzhiche returned to that mysterious seabed once again.
They found Tomie the Whirlpool.
Countless small whirlpools surrounded her, her long hair flying wildly, not in a messy way, but with a kind of unrestrained, orderly beauty, as if she was born to be so flamboyant.
Jiu Zhiche held her hand without saying a word.
He could see that Tomie was fighting against the giant vortex with all her might.
He stood to the side, his arms around her.
An invisible spiritual force quietly spread, clinging to her consciousness, skillfully seeping in little by little, gently smoothing out her slightly disordered mind.
In the deep sea, there were only two people, and the only warmth came from Jiu Zhiche.
Suddenly, Tomie's eyelashes trembled, as if sensing someone's arrival. Following that familiar scent, she silently pressed closer, quietly embedding herself deeper into his embrace...
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
It was a seabed similar to the mysterious seabed, only deeper and darker, with a dense, almost tangible force constantly squeezing the faint light at the very center.
In the dim light, the first Tomie opened her eyes.
They couldn't sense her, but she could sense every imposter outside, including their memories.
And then there's the imposter who threw her into this deep vortex!
If she hadn't been able to adapt to this environment step by step, she probably would have been crushed by the vortex long ago.
Fortunately, as she adapted, her resistance to the vortex also grew stronger, and now the imposter's chaotic memories could no longer stop her.
Therefore, she saw those memories.
Those filthy memories!
Even my heart started to ache slightly.
Her people were outmaneuvered by the imposter, which was not only a great humiliation, but also quickly filled her with hatred and jealousy.
At the heart of Tomie, the thin thread faintly glowed.
She gently held the thin thread, as if she could feel his warmth through it...
"I saw the limit, just a hair's breadth away."
Tomie closed her eyes again and fell into a long silence.