The number one heartbreaker in Hong Kong and black

Araki Ryosuke frowned, but Osamu Dazai seemed to just raise his hand and gun as a whim, and after a while, the hand holding the hand and gun dropped down.

He watched intently as the two heroic spirits fought together again, with rain and sparks splashing at the same time. This was a tug-of-war of considerable strength, and no other existence could be inserted between them.

Osamu Dazai looked at the two people in the center of the storm without blinking.

The condensed wind blades of Berserker are like soldiers rushing to the battlefield, leaning forward for his monarch from all directions. A storm rolled up the rain, cutting any creatures that could touch it. Osamu Dazai strongly stabilized his trembling figure , the feathers of the kimono fluttered in the air, and a gust of wind cut his cheek, drawing a thin line.

He reached out and wiped away the blood, showing a happy expression.

Ryosuke Araki forced himself to look away from him, his gaze turned to the battlefield again, Berserker and Saber collided again, the armor groaned overwhelmed at the same time.

The continuous rainwater slid down the cheeks of the two people to the tight jaws, and then quickly splashed down on the edge of the blade, and finally was cut into several pieces and smashed into the snow. A ray of light that almost stabs anyone watching the battle.

In just a few seconds, the two had already fought five times. They could only hear the continuous trembling sound of the two swords whose bodies were invisible. Countless raindrops surrounded the two, outlining the With the same tall and powerful figure, the fate of the two heroic spirits from different time and space intersected at this moment.

"Your name, I remember." Arturia said, she held the hilt of the sword tightly, and her knight boots sank into the soft snow, "You are an admirable opponent."

And Berserker also held the knife, his metal gloves creaked with force, and in the stalemate that trembled at the junction of the sword, his knife pushed forward a few inches, pressing Artoria down.

His boots also sank into the snow, and Berserker followed the force of the push forward, like a chisel breaking through the ice, and his steps left long traces on the snow.

——The evenly matched situation was almost broken.

Artoria was backing away, her expression froze, she quickly withdrew her strength, and leaned back to dodge the knife like a sprouting tree.

And the blade continued to move forward with the sound of the wind, pushing towards the shore like a wave, cutting directly towards the tree behind her, cutting off the big tree surrounded by the three of them cleanly and neatly.

Taking advantage of this gap, she quickly elbowed Berserker, which knocked him to the ground, and she was able to distance herself from him again.

Artoria stopped attacking, took a step back, and said hesitantly, "You...were you injured before?"

Berserker stood up unsteadily on the snow, with his hands covering his waist, his face blank, and he opened his mouth as if about to say something, but he didn't make any more sound except for frowning—he seemed to be suddenly caught in chaos.

The sober heroic spirit who soberly exchanged names with Artoria just now disappeared. In her slightly surprised gaze, the black energy on the other party's body re-condensed, covering his body in an ominous black mist, Berserker His eyes—that was originally a pair of beautiful purple pupils, his sanity disappeared.

At this moment, a deep and impatient voice came from above the two of them: "—— Berserker, don't waste time, quickly deal with her!"

Artoria quickly raised her head and found the source of the sound. On a high platform in the distance, there was a strange man standing.

She immediately came to the conclusion that this was Berserker's Master who had finally appeared.

But it's not that easy to get rid of her...

Before her words could fully manifest in her mind, right in front of her, Berserker unfolded the Noble Phantasm without hesitation—

He finally tried to deliver the most critical blow.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide, and all his movements stopped.

At this moment, the scarlet flames projected into his iris-colored eyes, as if his eyes were burning with all their life at this moment, the world of Dazai Osamu was filled with inescapable redness.

But this kind of light is not enough to cover everything he sees...resentment, screams, the whole world is swaying in pain like lingering in the flames.

The flames around the Heroic Spirits are full of flames, they are like a drama that is about to end, the sound of the rain becomes insignificant amidst the screams of the flames, the sky in the middle of the night was originally pure black and gloomy, but at this moment, it reveals a gorgeous sunset like the setting sun. The fire burns the cloud.

The thunder split the charcoal light of the night, the endlessly burning flame, the high temperature that melted emotions, everything turned to ashes in the rumble of destruction.

Berserker's figure is changing in the flames. His armor is stained with these scarlet spark seeds. The flames are like leeches that suck human blood. Finally, the spark that symbolizes death is released.

"—"

Berserker released the Noble Phantasm in pain.

Blessed by the power of the wind blowing up from the heroic spirits, the flames became more and more intense. They were no longer close and loyal soldiers, but they laughed and laughed because of the burning of the king. These winds raised the flames heavily. Rising up, like a wave of life washed away, they rose layer by layer, and finally rushed to the opposite side mercilessly.

——This is his Noble Phantasm, the strongest weapon formed from the legend of the king's last experience before his death.

The loyal person betrayed him, and the fire burned him up, but at the end, the strong wind that took his life and the flame that turned him into ashes became his heroic treasure. The only thing that got to the end was, it has to be said, a theatrical mockery.

Araki Ryosuke took a step back.

His mind was buzzing, and the scene in front of him gave him a splitting headache.

Those memories flooded into his mind crazily, like streams joining the confluence of canals at the same time, and he almost forgot that he was in Osamu Dazai's dream.

Where is that, he is standing with a vague figure?

The other person's face... couldn't be seen clearly, he was smiling, smiling like him, they were walking side by side in the wilderness, it was a very cold night.

It was very cold, he felt his body trembling, and the sky above his head was full of stars, but it was so cold that his exhaled breath turned into white mist.

"Wang, what do you plan to do if you find the blue Bana flower?" The other party's eyes were blurred, and it was a phantom formed by the condensation of black air. It was probably from the position of his mouth that he made an ominous voice like a crow, "I heard that there are people here. There are creatures called 'ghosts', they will not die if their bodies are cut off, and the only thing they fear is the sun and special knives."

"——The kind of flower Wang is looking for can make them no longer afraid of the sun, and live like normal people."

His own voice: "Oh? Really? Do such creatures really exist? Among other things, I saw you walking with a woman a few days ago, don't forget what we are here for this time , we will leave after we pick the blue Bana flower that can cure any disease and live forever."

He put on a thoughtful expression: "However, if you go back to China, you can also bring that woman called... well, Wu Mi, I have no objection."

The king pulled out the saber from his waist, and gestured in mid-air, as if venting his anger: "Hmph, those nobles will definitely object to your marrying a foreign woman, but we are best friends, and you are also my king's soldier. At that time, the king said that I forced you, and they dared not protest."

The other party laughed dryly, his voice was very obscure, as if he had been exposed to the sun.

"Then, does the king have any clues about Hua?"

"Of course." He felt weird, couldn't help but glanced at him, and explained, "Otherwise, I wouldn't care about the group of people in the Senate, and just slipped here to do something."

Later, he seemed to find that the other party was still in a bad mood. He approached the knight, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and actively encouraged him: "I only brought you, you are my most trusted guard, we must Flowers can be found."

"..."

The figure of the knight distorted for a moment, like a streak of water.

"Does the king want to live forever?"

"Ah... about this, I never thought about it. This king has other uses." He said mysteriously, blinking his eyes, "Let's not talk about this, are you in better health? You were seriously injured before. When I was on the boat, my complexion was also very bad. I was really worried. It was a blessing in disguise that I found the clues indiscriminately. However, after staying with that Wu Mi for a long time, you became much better instead? This is love. power?"

"It's a bit cold, Wang." The knight said.

"Ah! Yes, I almost forgot that you are still in poor health." The king stood up and complained to himself, "Let's find some firewood, but be careful when lighting the fire, the grass here is dry and dry. Fuck, it feels like the whole forest will burn if you're not careful, you stay here."

"……king."

"Huh?" He stopped.

"Where did you find the clue of the flower?"

"Huh? Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

"Where?" asked the knight.

Wang felt a burst of surprise: "What?"

"Where is the clue of the flower?"

He frowned, feeling a strange feeling in his heart, but still said: "I put the map on me, don't worry."

After his words fell, the knight stood up, and his figure was so close unknowingly: "On the body?"

"..."

"really?"

He approached him like a twisted black shadow: "We...we are friends, right? King? If I do something, you can forgive me, right?"

"..." Wang was silent, "You mean, the coup d'état?"

More memories flooded into his mind... the memories of his time as a human being, he was born as the heir to the throne but was not loved, his father was promiscuous, extravagant, brutal, and his mother washed her face with tears all day long. Under such a life, He longed for recognition, longed for normal feelings... and this child of a slave who grew up with him was allowed by him to become a friend of the noble king.

"You actually know, don't you?"

—Yes, he knows it all.His friend was actually his father's illegitimate son. Even so, he chose to hide all this and sincerely regarded him as a friend.

Even if people in the world think that he is a cruel tyrant who sent his father to the gallows with his own hands, that doesn't matter.

"Ask me if I'm seriously injured?"

——The coup d'état seemed to be quickly suppressed. He had to kill the rebels, and the other party, as the mastermind of the sinner, was able to escape death even though he was pierced by a sword. This was all the king's selfish intentions.

And this seems to have caused a lot of resentment. There were voices of accusation in the Senate, saying that he had killed innocent people indiscriminately, that he had acted recklessly, and many, many curses surrounded him.

... But, isn't this what the king should do?

"Because you are my friend," he replied, "so I didn't kill you, am I wrong?"

"Friend? I'm actually your slave... How ridiculous, in my eyes, you are the little dog who wags its tail and begs for mercy. Because you can't be loved, you get twisted love from a submissive slave. I I can't stand you, a pathetic loser. You don't deserve to be a king at all." The knight laughed mockingly.

His voice was colder than the moonlight.

"Do you think the people in the Senate really don't know that you have left? They have given up on you as king, accept the reality."

"...But, why?" He asked puzzled.

The king lost his heart. He loved his people with all his possibilities, but was abandoned by all the people.Exiled by the coup, he seeks other things, and fate is more ruthless than he thinks, and he can't get even the meager friendship from others.

But why?He asked himself, but got no answer.Why can't everyone give him their sincerity?

However, he knew what the answer was.Because he is an unloved existence, neither a king nor an ordinary person, there should be a clear distinction between them, but he wants to have ordinary people's feelings when he is a king, this is a delusion.

"..."

"To be honest, I should have died a long time ago, but now I have a new life." The figure of the knight was shrouded in black mist, and whispered evil words, "...Ah, I really didn't expect that this country has such a magical place. A monster called a ghost, but it is actually controlled by the sun, which makes me feel very dissatisfied."

"So, for my friend, give me the Bianhua, and then die?"

The shadow behind him expanded, like a swollen monster, baring its fangs ferociously in the cold moonlight.

……

"boom--"

A gunshot interrupted Araki Ryosuke's memories. He suppressed a splitting headache, woke up suddenly, and immediately looked at the source of the sound.

Then, his eyes widened in disbelief.

It was Osamu Dazai who fired the shot, and Saber's master swayed and fell to the snow, blood spreading from her body and melting into the snow.

"..."

This change made everyone stunned in place, but soon, the picture was shattered and everything disappeared before their eyes.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Osamu Dazai turned his face, looked directly at Ryosuke Araki, his shadow was reflected in his kite-colored eyes, and comforted awkwardly, "Look, I've solved everything I used to be. "

"What is there to see in the back? You are the final winner, and is that thing called the Holy Grail?"

Ryosuke Araki took a breath, and he found himself in Dazai Osamu's sight... The dream constructed by Merlin this time has ended at some point, leaving only the vast snow and raindrops.

"Anyway, this is a dream."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand, hugged him tightly for the first time, leaned into his ear and said softly: "...So, Ryosuke in the dream, can you tell me why you chose to make a wish to abandon all human beings?" Feelings that no longer possess humanity?"

"...Are you like me?"