The number one heartbreaker in Hong Kong and black

This is a very long dream.

Osamu Dazai couldn't wake up, like a nightmare, he was sitting in the auditorium under the sun, surrounded by noisy noises, as if the oppressive feeling from the moment he emerged from the water surface penetrated him, he opened his eyes suddenly, with difficulty Wheezing, throat swelling, whoo-hoo sound like a blower.

Only then did he realize that there were students sitting beside him.

"What's the matter with you?" Zhongyuan Zhong didn't have a good mood, he picked up the distributed forehead belt and handed it to Osamu Dazai, "Could it be in the middle of winter, because the sun at this moment will cause you to suffer from heat stroke instead?" ? Stop pretending, you will be restless when Liang Jie comes."

Seeing Osamu Dazai staring at him fixedly, Nakahara also felt more irritable: "I'm serious, the first match is coming to an end."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai finally made a move. He slowly took the bright yellow sports forehead belt from Chuya Nakahara's hand, lowered his head and tried to tie it on his forehead slowly, but failed for a long time. Because of his movements, on the contrary, there were bursts of severe pain from his right arm that could not be ignored.

"I can't lift my right hand." He said, motioned his arm to Zhongya Zhongya, and blinked innocently, "Zhongye tie it for me."

Of course Zhong also remembered that it was him who beat him this morning... After all, this guy is really too arrogant, he really deserves a beating, and he can't deal with it.

"Okay, bastard Dazai." So he gave in, and for Araki Ryosuke's sake, "Turn around."

Osamu Dazai turned around, and when Nakahara Nakaya raised his head to help him tie his belt, his eyes quickly scanned the surrounding environment.

There are colorful balloons floating in the sky, and many drones with media from all walks of life are taking aerial photos. He and Zhong Yuanzhong are also sitting in the audience seats during the festival, holding two stupidly bubbling Amid bursts of warm cheers, a fierce battle in the forest was being broadcast live on the big screen.

On another screen, a score ratio is projected, listing the names and scores of several colleges and universities.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes. He looked down at his clothes, which were pure white but wore the seagull school badge on the neckline, while the school badge of Yuei High School was printed on the back of the auditorium. Unlike him, Nakahara was also wearing Mafia suit uniform, just the suit jacket off, looks 15 years old.

"Chuya," Osamu Dazai asked casually, "Why doesn't Chuka go to the competition, so that Ryosuke can stay by my side directly."

"Huh? What did you say?" Sure enough, Zhong Yuan patted him on the shoulder behind his back, "I'm a mafia, do I show up in front of all the media? It's just a special case before, but now you're lazy and the first one." The people who are going to end the game, are you still ashamed to accuse me of not helping me?"

"Well, I'm a mafia too." Osamu Dazai blinked, "And my arm was injured."

"You're different. Anyway, with Ryosuke here, the leader won't blame you." Nakahara Nakaya said, "Okay, fasten it, and sit up straight for me."

Oh……

"Thank you, Chuya." Osamu Dazai said incomprehensibly.

Thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to figure out what's going on so quickly.

Nakahara was also surprised: "I heard you right, are you the type to thank politely? It seems that Ryosuke has changed a lot after being with you."

"So I'm so bad."

"Yes."

"I'm sad, Chuya, I don't know when the leader will let me go back?"

"He hasn't heard the news yet, so let you be kidnapped by Ryosuke for a little longer." Nakahara was also angry, "I won't tell you, let's watch the game carefully."

Osamu Dazai nodded. This attitude was really abnormal, but Nakahara didn't pay more attention to him, so he didn't notice this sense of disobedience.

A black-haired and purple-eyed figure was projected on the screen. He jumped in the woods as if he was weightless, and moved forward at a speed that ordinary people could not achieve. He avoided the attacks behind him, and the trees he jumped over were within reach. It collapsed in a second, creating smoke and obstacles for enemies chasing behind.

I don't know if it's because of his good looks and strong enough strength, so the camera always likes to slap him in the face, causing the girls to scream, and the big screen shows on his waist Give his name and credits.

Araki Ryosuke, Yokohama High School - 40.

In other words, he had already killed four clock tower opponents in just half an hour, and behind him, there was a shadowy chariot figure chasing him.

Osamu Dazai watched silently for a while, lowered the cheering stick in his hand, read Ryosuke Araki's name several times, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"The power of Heroic Spirit is really powerful." He sighed casually, "Even Chu has never beaten Ryosuke, right?"

"Nonsense," Nakahara Nakaya replied without taking his eyes off the screen, "If he hadn't become a human now, Ryosuke would definitely be even better."

After all, that was something he couldn't defeat even if he was filthy, which was enough to show how strong he was.

Osamu Dazai curled his lips: "So, Chuya is really too stupid, no matter what time it is, it will be seen through casually."

"what??"

Without explaining what he said, Osamu Dazai held his face and looked at Ryosuke Araki on the screen without blinking, his smile gradually widened.

Interesting, how interesting, who would have had such a rare opportunity before dying like him?

As the Master, how lucky is he to see his Berserker showing this side?

Contrary to his joyful expression, Osamu Dazai ruthlessly suppressed the other consciousness of this body—just watch here.

……

But Ryosuke Araki in the forest was not as relaxed as they thought.

It is true that they have united with Russia, the United States, and Heroes, but who knows why the adversity broke out at the clock tower, and at the cost of draining the magic power in all the students, one of the guys named Weber summoned the Rider job. Conqueror King Iskandar.

In other words, they have to fight a real heroic spirit.

"..." Ryosuke Araki sighed.

Should it be said that Edgar Allan Poe is a crow's mouth?There were very few opportunities to summon the heroic spirit, so he relaxed his vigilance, but he did not expect it to be successful.

At present, we can only procrastinate, because the student named Weber does not seem to be very advanced in the magic power circuit, it is purely supported by the magic power of his classmates, and when the King of Conquerors loses enough magic power, he will disappear from this world and beat the clock The tower becomes much easier.

But the key point is that he is the only one in the alliance who is qualified to delay time with a heroic spirit, so this task naturally falls on him.

They gave Araki Ryosuke all the points, because in this case, the other party would definitely choose to attack him.

Originally, they planned to cross the Heroic Spirit directly and kick his master out of the game with a quick knife, but the King of Conquerors obviously saw through their plan. No matter where he went, he would bring this young man named Weber with him. They separated, so dragging was the only way left.

Just when he was distracted for a moment, the Rider's carriage fell from the sky and knocked down several tree trunks that were as thick as three people could hug. Under the background of the sun, the parallel carriages landed directly in front of Ryosuke Araki.

"Hahaha, boy, as far as the enemy is concerned, you are very courageous—" Iskandar laughed heartily while holding the rein, and the horses pulling the cart neighed through the sky, "But Yu is not If you are kind and soft, I will let you see the heroic appearance of the King of Conquerors!"

Kneeling beside him was a British teenager with half-long hair, retching uncontrollably due to motion sickness.

It's too miserable, this master is in worse condition than his chased enemy.

Araki Ryosuke: "Then I will wait and see."

Who was not a heroic spirit? Araki Ryosuke would not feel particularly afraid if it was just a magic projection with insufficient magic power, not to mention that he had slipped away from the opponent for almost a full circle. The King of Conquerors was even more powerful than he thought. Be patient, if any other student were here, he would have been eliminated long ago.

As soon as his words fell, the King of Conquerors rushed towards him with a carriage, and Araki Ryosuke also rushed towards him, and at the moment when the two were about to collide, he immediately jumped from the gap in the carriage , ran in the opposite direction, opened his palm, a gust of wind condensed a weapon appeared in his hand, and was held by him.

Ryosuke Araki turned his head, threw the wind blade in his hand, and got stuck in the gap of the wheel. At the same time, this force pushed his body back, turned over lightly and landed on a branch protruding from a tree, and stood up. Get up and look down on King Conqueror and Waver.

The horses of the King of Conquerors neighed a few times, and their steps were barely steady. Weber let out a horrified scream, because the carriage on which the King of Conquerors were riding fell forward, drawing a deep gully on the soil, and screamed. The huge roar of lightning and thunder, like the descending of the god king, made the whole earth tremble.

Iskandar the Conqueror jerked the reins, and the chariot circled a huge circle, and mercilessly knocked down a bunch of trees again. At the same time, he grabbed Weber by the back collar and threw him He picked it up, flew up in mid-air and landed quickly, causing the carriage to stabilize again and change direction.

Araki Ryosuke supported the tree trunk and said, "You take good care of your Master."

Iskandar laughed heartily a few times, and looked at Weber: "This human child is my master after all, come again! My strength is far more than that?"

His broad palm grabbed the rein again, looked at Araki Ryosuke, and suddenly frowned.

The audience outside the arena couldn't help but hold their breath as they stared at each other, watching the tense match between the two without blinking.

"No human magician can temporarily destroy Busifalas' carriage," the King of Conquerors moved his lips. He originally thought that Araki Ryosuke was just obstructing, but unexpectedly the wheel was scratched, "You are... …Or…you were…?”

Ryosuke Araki shook his head at him and pointed to the top of his head.

The Conqueror followed his movements and looked up. The sky was filled with ubiquitous cameras and tiny electric sounds from live broadcasts. This was a battlefield where every move was monitored by humans, and it was not a place suitable for heart-to-heart talks.

"Hahahaha, since that's the case, Yu probably understands what you mean." The King of Conquerors smiled, "It's the same as Yu's wish. Yu also wants to become such an existence one day and reconquer the territory of the past!"

Ryosuke Araki: "You talk too much."

And his wish is quite small, completely different from Iskandar's starting point of wanting to become a human again.

His lord, Weber, got up from the carriage and said in embarrassment, "King Conqueror, your carriage, I have repaired it with magic power."

...that is, the consumption of mana is even greater.

Weber narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of Araki Ryosuke, wondering if this opponent had this idea in the first place?

Damn it, it's all because he doesn't have enough magic power to support Iskandar the Conqueror under such circumstances, and he can't even let him exert enough strength.

"It's coming—" the King of Conquerors sighed, and his voice echoed through the crowd. "This time, let's fight Yu Qingli!"

Araki Ryosuke showed a sly smile: "It's a pity, I have a companion, it's so hot!"

He just confirmed that the supply of magic power of the King of Conquerors is not enough for him to play one-tenth of the Heroic Spirit, and now he has added a repair trouble to the opponent of the Clock Tower. I believe that others should be able to delay this time. After a while?

Anyway, the competition stipulates that no one can die... and there will be no life-threatening.

A figure in combat uniform came out from behind the collapsed forest. It was Hong Jiaodong who had been waiting here for a long time, and beside him was a blond boy with a dark face—it was Katsuki Bakugo, who was relentless. He glanced at Ryosuke Araki unwillingly.

"It's over to you."

Hong Jiaodong nodded, Araki Ryosuke felt the burning eyes of Bakugo Katsuki, but still ignored him, but took the opportunity to jump and walk among the trees. He needed to rush to Ayatsuji Pedestrian and Ranpo. Tiaoye Caiju is protecting the two detectives, he is really not at ease.

After all, the five declines of heaven and man... Although they agreed to join forces, this alliance will disappear after the clock tower is defeated, and they will become enemies again.

Like American high schools.

At that time, if they want to attack his teammates, Araki Ryosuke will not be surprised.

……

"Hey, Chuya." Osamu Dazai was still staring at the screen, "Why did I give him such a strange name?"

Why would he name a Berserker who has no emotions and only knows how to obey orders?Is Osamu Dazai so close to him? Didn't Berserker always look coldly at him, standing behind him like a puppet?What obligation does he have to give a name to a person who has been dead for hundreds of years?

Chuya Nakahara, who was staring nervously at the screen: "..."

"Ask me how I know." He was speechless, and hurriedly waved away a fly, "Can't you find someone to chat with? Keep asking me."

Strange, Osamu Dazai thought, is he so boring in this world?

How could he name an emotionless Berserker?No wonder the current leader is still Mr. Mori.

Hmm, after all, Berserker had such a vivid expression on his face, which really surprised him. You must know that in Dazai Osamu's memory, their acquaintance was inexplicably obtained after he attempted suicide. The curse begins.

Of course, it’s not particularly inexplicable. Osamu Dazai just saw through the idea of ​​a stupid middle-aged man wanting to murder him, but he didn’t resist, because at that time he really wanted to die, so this little problem was just Ignore it for now, so he just lazily complies.

That guy tied him and a group of children who had been abducted from nowhere to a cold stone pillar, and then cut off their wrists one by one to let the blood out. Osamu Dazai watched curiously as his scarlet blood slipped through the air amidst a low cry of despair. After entering the grain of the slate, his eyes widened in surprise in the sudden glow of fluorescence.

At first I thought this man was a cult or something, but I didn't expect it to be true.

Although Osamu Dazai is still young, he has already seen all kinds of strange abilities, and this is the first time he has faced this incredible supernatural phenomenon, which aroused his interest, Osamu Dazai suddenly didn't want to die, and a Thoughts popped up: His blood was used in the ritual, so the conjured thing would be his.

is his.

He stared at the bright white light and thought.

In his sight gradually becoming blurred due to excessive blood loss, Osamu Dazai saw a figure in light armor but surrounded by black mist appear out of thin air.

"Ha, hahaha, yes... it's Caesar, the resentful king of Demon Slayer, I did it, the Holy Grail War, I will win—"

But before the man's smug smile was fully revealed, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, he couldn't sense the thread, and he... was terrified because of it.Finally, the man who exhausted his mind to perform this ceremony screamed in despair. He realized that he didn't have the Command Seal of being a Master at all, which made him feel crazy and crazy.

The figure that was summoned stood at the confluence of blood very quietly and boringly, like a puppet on a string, without making any sound.

"Where is it, where is it..." the middle-aged man hugged his head and shouted in disbelief, his face gradually became grim, "Berserker, where is your Command Seal?!"

The empty and dark magic studio was as lifeless as a tomb, filled with the stench of blood, the middle-aged man raised his eyes, and suddenly cast his gaze on the group of dying children who he used as materials, Realizing something, he strode towards them.

Dazai laughed.

When the man bent down to check the backs of the children's hands for Command Seals one by one, he already held his breath and got ready.

Therefore, this is not a story about a knight rescuing a princess at all, because since he and Berserker met, he did not take any action when he was facing danger. He stood not far away like a bystander, not even Cast any glances in his direction.

Then, judging from their first encounter, their final outcome will not be surprising.

The moment the man checked his body, Osamu Dazai mercilessly cut his neck with the knife hidden in his kimono, deftly avoiding the blood splashing on his face, and then let out a small unbearable moan. With a choked laugh, he walked away from the man who was spinning in place because of the bleeding from his throat, trying to cover his neck.

He stared at Berserker curiously, and lowered his head to look at the wisteria-like pattern on the back of his hand.

Interesting and interesting... Holy Grail War, then let him come and play.

"Berserker," he said happily, rubbing Heroic Spirit's cheek, "will you be my toy?"

Behind him, the man whose throat was cut finally fell down with a muffled sound, and the blood flowed to the edge of Dazai Osamu's clogs.

So, the man who will become the leader of Hong Kong gangsters in the future has his heroic spirit. Of course, he won the Holy Grail War at the age of 15, and he became the first person to refuse his wish... Anyway, there is nothing for a person like him I want to get something, so I feel very indifferent.

Just like when he fell from the Hong Kong and Hei Building, although he was very happy to save others, he still felt indifferent in his heart, because he knew that many people would feel relaxed about his death, and some people would probably feel very relieved. sad.

It's just...what the hell is his Berserker thinking?He doesn't know either.

After all, except for orders, Berserker never took the initiative to talk to him, and never showed him any smile, just like a cold puppet.

He doesn't disobey his orders, he does what he is asked to do, even if he is very rude to ask him to carry him behind his back, he will not refuse aloud, so Dazai always takes the initiative to talk to him.

At the age of 15, 16, and 20, Osamu Dazai has become the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, but Berserker is still the same as they first met, maintaining a 16-year-old appearance.

But here, why, Berserker became Ryosuke Araki, and even the relationship between the two of them changed?

Incredible.

Thoughts, Osamu Dazai smiled, an odd, mocking sneer.

Just looking at the strange Ryosuke Araki with such a vivid expression on the screen, a feeling of gloom, resentment and desire for revenge surged into his heart, Osamu Dazai also wondered why he became so irresistible Reasoning——

But why?

He used his most intimate tone, and whispered doubts to the consciousness of the other self in his body: "So... why? Dazai?"