disqualified hero

"Actually, this kind of situation rarely happens." The speaker was a little puzzled, "Achieving a [-]% synchronization rate is already a difficult task. It would be better if it was achieved halfway." A light screen was displayed on the In front of Mr. A, no, rather than Mr. A, it is more appropriate to call him Osamu Dazai or Shuji Tsushima.

The dense data on the screen represent the synchronization rate of Mr. A in different time periods. A few years ago, his value was maintained at 100% for a long period of time. Although it has dropped since then, the range is not large.

Under normal circumstances, 70% is a safe value, but he is always hovering in the high-risk area, which will bring some troublesome things.

For example, Mr. A, who does not have a real torso, now presents the appearance of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

"But you maintained a [-]% synchronization rate until you left the world." The other party concluded, "This makes it impossible for us to separate you from him."

"Then who am I now?" the person concerned asked, "Can I call myself Osamu Dazai?"

"No." The other party denied, "You are different from any Dazai Osamu." He said, "There are many elements in personality shaping, character, experience, etc. should be taken into consideration. Generally, we think that different experiences create different people."

"Osamu Dazai's template character comes from another experience, but when he merges with A, the effect achieved is not to overwrite, but to give birth to a new person." He said, "Congratulations, you are the one who was born , a special one."

"But I," said the man, "I don't know who I am, and I don't know what the future holds?"

"Do you want to visit the original world?" Confused about this, the speaker kindly reminded, "Go and see what the world that once gave birth to Osamu Dazai looks like."

"Go and see, experience, think, and pursue." He turned off the light screen, "Finally, you will find yourself."

"Without the constraints of tasks, to fully experience a life."

"Go on a journey to find yourself."

……

"Tick, tick-"

"Tick, tick-"

The rain was falling, and when I looked up at the sky, I could only see dense clouds, so much rain, expanding from the raindrops into raindrops, and then forming a long line from the raindrops.

The thread went around the corner of the eaves, and slid down along its innocuous arc, and finally crumbled, and landed in the puddle at the bottom of the beam, making a not-so-clear sound.

Shuji Tsushima sat on the veranda, looking out at the trees and the rain.

His house is an ancient house with a large courtyard and a small Buddhist temple with the theme of dry mountains and rivers. It is said that the history of this house can be traced back to the end of the Tokugawa period. It underwent several repairs along the way.On rainy days, the veranda exudes a unique dampness of old wood. The smell is not very good, and it is easily reminiscent of decayed haystacks. My mother once proposed to replace the foundation and re-lay the tatami mats, but my father refused.

Old-fashioned and dignified men like the taste of history.

The small pines and cypresses in the courtyard have also been pruned, and the dense pine needles have been pruned into domes. Shuji Tsushima instinctively disliked them. To keep it from growing too tall, the gardener will set up trellises to limit its growth, and then carefully mix the fertilizers necessary for growth.

Even trees that are supposed to grow freely are like this, let alone people?

"Oh!" It would be too pretentious to express surprise with this word, Shuji Tsushima didn't bother to look back, he could think of what the maid behind him said next.

[Why are you here, young master. ]

"Why are you here, master." The maid's voice was sharp, "You should be in class."

"I finished my homework." Shuji Tsushima said, "It happened to be raining outside, so I came to take a look."

The people behind him stopped talking again, Shuji Tsushima knew what was going on in her heart, it was nothing more than "what's so interesting about the rain", "this child is so strange", "maybe just pretend you didn't see it", "but he is the young master, you have to express it Come down."

It was all very boring things in his opinion.

Before the maid could figure it out, she heard the footsteps of "dump, tread, tread" again. The sound was not too loud, but she was walking very fast, and her footbags would always make a sound when they stepped on the aged and fragile floor.

"You are here, young master." The voice was sincere, he was relieved to see Shuji Tsushima's back, and then continued, "It's cold outside, you wear too little."

[Ah is here again. ]

It is more appropriate for the above few words to come from women who have raised children. However, Ah Chong is in his thirties. In Tokyo, he is a young professional woman who has not yet married. Hold the child's little hand.

Shuji Tsushima is only eight years old, and his hands are very small.

The temperature in his hand was icy cold, even more humid. Ah Zhong frowned. She guessed that Shuji Tsushima must have caught the rain with his palm, and then dried his hand in the cold wind of late autumn.

"It's too cold." As he said that, he took off the coat he was wearing. The women's jacket was decorated with gorgeous flowers, and the little boy was dressed in nondescript, but the thick fabric still had human body temperature, which was very warm.

"Wait first, I'll get you the clothes for you." Ah Chong stood up again as he spoke, and walked into the house with small steps. Seeing her like this, the maid bowed her head and stepped aside respectfully. She received A Zhong's fierce stare , which means "to settle accounts with you in a while".

She took two steps, then remembered something else, turned her head to Shuji Tsushima and said, "Young Master, Master is back." She said, "Master may look for you tonight."

"Tick-"

"Tick-"

A few more sounds passed by my ears, raindrops fell on the obliquely cut bamboo tube, water flowed through the hollows of the bamboo branches, and the tip of the bamboo tube hit the small stone with a crisp sound.

"I see."

……

The Tsushima family is the leading big family in Tsugaru City, which belongs to Aomori Prefecture.Most cities in Japan, such as Tokyo, have completed modernization a long time ago. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are post-modernization. However, Aomori, which is famous for its agriculture, still retains too many old-fashioned colors. The forest coverage here reaches 70%. The main source of income is agriculture. The apples in Mutsu Bay are famous all over the world, and the Fuji apples were first cultivated from here.

Shuji Tsushima has lived here since he was a child. He also put on foreign clothes and was taken to Tokyo and Osaka by his father. His father is an official and always has to go out. Family members are indispensable on some occasions, and he really regards Shuji Tsushima as his son. Rong.But most of the time, he is still locked in the old-fashioned home, which is very big and has many rules. His mother is sick in bed, and his daily life is taken care of by the wet nurse A Zhong.

The year before last, he went out for half a month to elementary school, which is the leading school in Aomori. However, he came back after only two weeks. The teacher told him that he had nothing to teach, and his father, who was an official, took him back. , Ask the teacher to teach well at home.

It has been two years.

Councilor Tsushima walked into the courtyard in the rain. The car was parked in the garage outside the forest, but the old house at home was located in the forest. He took a walk with a black umbrella. The raised stones could not accumulate much water, and the leather shoes stepped on On the slate, there was a series of water splashes.The butler went out to greet him, but the master hadn't come back for nearly a month.

"Has Xiuzhi awakened his supernatural power?" This was the first sentence he asked.

The housekeeper lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "Not yet." He tried to say something else to make amends, "But the young master is very smart, especially talented in Chinese, he has basically mastered his homework before university, and he is also quite insightful in mathematics and science. ..."

"This is what it should be." Representative Tsushima interrupted coldly, "He looks like that, and he was given the name 'Xiu Zhi', how can he not be outstanding." The words were full of great disappointment, "In At his age... he has already awakened supernatural powers." He withdrew someone's name, as if he didn't want to say it.

The housekeeper stopped talking.

Councilor Tsushima said: "In this day and age, more and more people are awakening supernatural powers. There seems to be a young man who has awakened in the Shinji family in Osaka. I have seen that person. He is a good talent. Now he has the ability again. It’s like a tiger with wings added.” The old housekeeper has served several generations of the Tsushima family, and he knows their family’s history and pursuit very well, and the councilor said something directly, “The official said that the ability is random, but after the blood of the person with the ability continues , the proportion of capable people in the family will be greatly increased, and the abilities are similar, coming from the same source, that guy's ability is the best in my family, if he hadn't escaped..." The words came to an abrupt end, Councilor Tsushima knew He was complaining. Every time he went home, he had to complain to the old housekeeper. He stopped talking in time and said, "Xiu Zhi is exactly the same as him. He should be able to awaken a very good ability."

The old housekeeper said "yes" first, and then slowly added, "The time for the awakening of supernatural powers has always been uncertain, and there are various opportunities. The young master just hasn't arrived yet, so don't worry too much, master."

"No." Representative Tsushima suddenly interrupted the butler, and he said, "There is no time." His face was so cloudy that water dripped out, his pupils were pitch black, like a black hole in the universe, absorbing all light, sound, and magic After entering, at a certain moment, the old butler read the deep-seated hatred and jealousy from his expression.

"That bastard is coming back."

……

Shuji Tsushima has many teachers. Most of the cultural teachers graduated from prestigious universities. The content of the class is very deep, thanks to him being able to understand it.He likes Chinese very much, and he reads a lot of books. There are novels from various countries, including Japanese, Russian, French, and Chinese. In the study, there will be a delicate expression, as if being stung by something.

[The way the father looks at his son, is it like this? ] Sometimes Shuji Tsushima would look carefully, [His eyes were almost hateful, as if he saw someone else through me. ]

The morning class ended long ago. Ah Zhong said that his father had returned, but until now, Shuji Tsushima had not been called to talk, and he was not in a hurry. He walked slowly into a room where the teacher of social studies had already waiting for him.

The sociology teacher is different from the other teachers. He is an old man. Councilor Tsushima also attended his class back then. I saw him slowly put the lesson plan on the table without opening it, and just opened his mouth to explain the supernatural power. Origin: "When the supernatural ability appeared, no one knows, but it has been recorded after the Asuka era. In the Heian period, Zishibu was a very good supernatural power user. He protected the safety of the emperor and saved the royal family from fire and water many times. middle."

He took a sip of tea: "The era of the Wu family is similar. People with supernatural powers can easily make meritorious service on the battlefield. Many of them have been sealed up as food towns and have become daimyo. Now they have a family with a history of more than a hundred years and an unbroken inheritance." , are basically descendants of people with supernatural powers, who have enjoyed privileges since many years ago, exchanged force for money, and established their own families." He looked at Shuji Tsushima and said, "Tsushima's family history is also related to supernatural powers .”

Shuji Tsushima spoke, and his communication with the teacher was relatively equal, "I heard that supernatural powers are awakened randomly." He said, "If you say that you made a fortune with supernatural powers at the beginning, but the subsequent descendants don't have the same abilities, They will soon be lost in history."

"You're right." The sociology teacher said, "Most of the families have disappeared. For example, there are some warrior families in the old Chinese family, but some of them survive." He said, "And the random awakening of supernatural powers is a battle The new theory put forward later, because the people with supernatural powers in this generation are basically not related by blood, as if God randomly pulled a few people out of people and endowed them with supernatural powers."

"However, from a long-term historical point of view, the awakening of supernatural powers is hereditary." He said, "Take the Tsushima family as an example, people with abilities will appear every few generations," he said again, "I heard that Koyasan still has a secret method to transfer supernatural powers to blood relatives. From this point of view, supernatural powers are related to bloodlines."

"But as far as I know, neither my father nor the elders of the next two generations have awakened supernatural powers." Shuji Tsushima said, "If it is said that none of the four generations has awakened supernatural powers, the so-called blood relationship will be compromised." He said indifferently, "Father seems to have always believed that I will awaken supernatural powers."

[Too blind. ]

The teacher said meaningfully: "You have to ask him."

After some chatting, he finally opened the file: "Let's start the class."

……

"Snapped--"

Senator Tsushima tapped his pen on the table.The wooden tabletop is not very wide, but very long. He is kneeling on the mat, with books on his left hand, and documents piled up on his right hand. A few books are spread out in front of him, and a little farther away is a table that is out of touch with tradition and style. laptop.

He was supposed to be working at his desk, but his mind was disturbed by some emotions, which made him unable to concentrate.

[Shuji Tsushima, Shuji Tsushima, Shuji Tsushima, Shuji Tsushima...]

He was thinking bitterly and deeply in his heart.

Sometimes, Japanese people will give their children the same name as their elders. This is not common, but every time it is out of some kind of good expectation, for example, they hope that their children can make a career like their elders , or simply because children resemble their elders.

Shuji Tsushima is his demon.

One day, that person was suddenly taken home by his father, and he had a face very similar to their family members. Naturally, his mother was unhappy, but she also acquiesced in the existence of the other party after a secret conversation.

Shuji Tsushima is young, smart, and has supernatural powers, which he has dreamed of.

He is just an ordinary person.

Senator Tsushima took a deep breath, thinking of the letter that was delivered to his desk a few days ago.

[To Mr. Tsushimaharaemon:

I haven't seen you for many years. I don't know how you are.A few days ago, I passed by the Tokyo Cemetery and looked at the monuments all over the floor. I suddenly remembered that it had been ten years since my father passed away.I also heard that I already have a nephew, so far I have not fulfilled my uncle's duties.

I want to go home in half a month, stop for a while and leave, so I can't help disturbing Mr. Haremon.

Shun Song

Qiu Qi

Signed: Shuji Tsushima]

There were only a few words in the letter, but he memorized them over and over in his mind, chewed them up and studied them. Every time he thought of the other party's handsome and strong handwriting, Tsushimaharaemon only felt his eyes hurt and swell. The supernatural ability has almost become a demon of his life. He can only hope for his son. He is smart, talented, and has the same handsome face as his uncle. If you put them together, you will definitely think they are a couple. Father and son.

His son was more like that man than he was.

Sometimes Tsushima Haraemon couldn’t figure out why he gave his son the same name as his uncle. When his son was young, he could still have a paternal love, but the older he grew up, the less paternal love became. Purely, sometimes he would look at his son with the eyes of an enemy.

[No, it cannot be like this. ]

He held his breath.

[I want Shuji Tsushima to know that my son Tsushima Haraemon is also excellent, even better than him. There is no awakened ability in me, so it must be awakened in him. ]

He frantically searched for ancient documents, trying to find out the way to awaken his abilities.

"Crisis, mental stimulation, blood..." He still read aloud when he was looking for it, and the little voice slipped out through a small crack in the door and was heard by people.

The sleeves of the kimono followed the owner's turn, forming an elegant arc.

He left quietly.

……

It rained in Aomori for several days in a row.

On the first day Shuji Tsushima was interested in listening to the rain, but on the second day he was very bored. It happened that his father had trapped himself in the study for the past two days, and only the housekeeper was allowed to come in and out, and no one cared about him.

After class the next day, he took an umbrella and ran into the yard. The maid looked at him from the verandah. She was the one who was reprimanded by A Zhong yesterday. Sticking to Shuji Tsushima's face, he didn't dare to move for a moment.

Shuji Tsushima held an umbrella with his right hand, and held a book in his left hand. He cherished the book very much, and was afraid that the water vapor would get the book wet.

Wearing a kimono on a rainy day is really inconvenient for him to move around. Before he came out from under the eaves, he changed into a western suit, which was nothing more than a shirt and a small suit jacket.He noticed that the maid was still staring at him, so he said, "Keiko, there is a cat meowing in the grass, I'll go and have a look."

Keiko immediately followed up with an umbrella and said, "Young Master, I'll go with you too."

How did he know that his speed was too fast, Keiko could not find Shuji Tsushima in a blink of an eye with Keiko holding up the umbrella.There is a small gap behind the grass to go out from the courtyard to the green shed behind the house.

The green shed is full of free-growing vegetables and fruits. It was built by his mother before his death. The plants have not been taken care of excessively. He quite likes that place.

When nestling in the depths of the green shed, leaning against the vines and reading a book, he would feel that he has become a plant instead of a noisy person. To be honest, Shuji Tsushima likes this feeling very much.

Sometimes, he really doesn't want to be human.

But today, his luck was not very good. He walked deep into the green shed and saw a person through the milky white film skin.Probably a human being, hanging on a tree, swaying with the wind and rain.

[Is he still alive?Could this be suicide? ]

Shuji Tsushima suddenly became a little curious. He took an umbrella and walked into the rain. The navy blue bat umbrella separated a dry world. Bean-sized raindrops hit the plastic covering the umbrella surface. The sound of rain hitting an umbrella.

The raindrops were so heavy that he could hardly support the umbrella with his hands.

He left the literature books in the green shed.

After getting closer, Shuji Tsushima saw that the rope was not strung around the neck, but below the armpit. The wrong position put the person in a very uncomfortable state. He was a little hypoxic, but he couldn't Immediately died.

[...]

"Ah, I'm saved, I'm saved." He heard a voice from above his head, "Can you untie the end of the rope for me, and I'll tie the other end under the tree stump."

Shuji Tsushima bowed his head, and there was a big iron nail in front of him, and a rope was hooked on the iron nail.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm trying a new way of suicide." The voice above the head was very cheerful, "The apple tree in my hometown is really beautiful, and I just wanted to die here. It's also very good. I just saw this method a few days ago and said that it is possible to tie the rope below the shoulders and die due to insufficient blood supply, so I tried it directly.”

There was no brilliance in Shuji Tsushima's eyes: "You will die if you wait a little longer."

"I refuse." The young man said, "This way of dying is too painful, and I am a fan of painless death." He said, "Can you put me down now, my shoulder is about to break."

Shuji Tsushima didn't know what to say. He is very smart, but he has never encountered such a strange thing in his experience so far. After being speechless for a long time, he still showed mercy, untied the knot, and hung in mid-air The thumping young man fell straight in front of him.

Ass landed.

"It hurts, it hurts——" The young man in a black windbreaker sat on the ground, his clothes were soaked, and even his fluffy hair was clinging to his scalp. Shuji Tsushima watched as he stretched out his hand to brush the hair on his forehead. Silk flicked it open, revealing a whole piece of smooth skin.

"!!!"

Shuji Tsushima took two steps forward, he bent his knees slightly, the child's face was almost touching the young man's face, and the distance between the tips of the noses was no more than 0.5 centimeters.

Even though many diaphragms have been born over the years, they are still two very similar faces.

"Who are you?" he asked involuntarily.

"Let me think about it." The young man smiled mischievously in the rain, "Let's call me the Second of Yandao."

"You, why are you here?"

"Hey." The young man smiled, the previous naughtiness and laughter were all swept away from his face, at this moment his expression was almost quiet, like a god and Buddha descended from the sky.

"Why am I here?" he said, "Maybe just to meet you."

He came out of the rain.