[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"I didn't expect that Tsushima-kun's supernatural ability has been retrieved." Accompanied by the sound of advancing footsteps, the white-haired young man said softly: "I don't know what the supernatural ability is, but it must be very powerful."

"...Well." After a few seconds of silence, he snorted in response, and Tsushima lowered his eyes, "It's not a powerful ability." If possible, I actually prefer...dirty that kind of power.

"Huh?" After being stunned for a moment, Atsushi Nakajima laughed, "Well, I think people with supernatural powers are very powerful." The raised voice suddenly fell silent, using a voice that only he could hear ". .....except me."

"Do you hate your superpowers?" But the gray-haired boy caught the other party's muttering.Stopping, Tsushima turned his head and looked at the person behind him calmly.

"Ah?" He hurriedly stopped walking to avoid the tragedy of colliding with the person in front of him. Not understanding why the other party suddenly said that, Dun tilted his head.

"...He will be sad." After a long while, the voice mixed with a trace of tired words melted into the air.Ignoring the white-haired youth's reaction, Tsushima silently turned back to his body.

...Would the ability be sad too?

After realizing what the other person said, Atsushi Nakajima looked at his hands in confusion, and pursed his lips uneasily.

"It's outside." The hand that was about to open the lid paused, and Tsushima sighed, "If it's "Rashomon", Akutagawa can handle it by himself. "Glanced at the person who had been silent.

After all, judging by this guy's self-esteem, outsiders should not be allowed to intervene.

And if you distract too much... I'm not sure if I can resist the erosion of the "white mist".

If you solve two in a row, there is probably no problem, right?

With the index finger curled up, and the knuckles resting on the jaw, Tsushima reorganized and confirmed the predicted plan in his brain.

He leaped out of the well with a light prop, almost the moment his toes touched the ground, the other hand hanging by his side holding the gun quickly lifted up.

The figure of the white tiger jumped back and forth lightly, flexibly dodging bullets, and then jumped to the top of the wall not far away, arched its body, dormantly observing the timing of the next attack.

"Behind." The black pupils were slightly bright, flashing a flowing crystal blue light, and the gray-haired boy cast his gaze in a certain direction like a prophet.

——Although there is a cover of fog, as long as it is a "supernatural power", it cannot be hidden from one's sight.

Hearing Tsushima's reminder, Kyoka immediately reacted, pulled out the short knife from her waist, held it with both hands, and gritted her teeth to block the shimmering silver-white blade stabbing from her side.

"Dun, come here." Unexpectedly, Tsushima let go of the pistol/gun tightly held in his hand, and looked at the submissive person on the side.

"But...!" Baihu's goal is himself, isn't it the past now...

Deep doubts surged in my heart, my legs began to tremble, my heart beat faster, and fine beads of sweat oozed from my forehead.

However, seeing those firm and calm eyes, Atsushi Nakajima's thoughts were a little shaken.

Can I trust Tsushima-kun?

Tsushima-kun, it's scary...but...

The back footsteps stopped, took a deep breath, and the shrunken figure gradually straightened up. The white-haired young man exhausted all his strength, gave up thinking and relied on instinct, and ran towards the boy's outstretched hand.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The woman transformed into a supernatural power and the white tiger attacked at the same time, but the gray-haired boy in the center didn't respond at all, but a relaxed expression appeared on his face.

Raising his hands, Tsushima made a movement that no one present could have imagined—he pressed his hands hard on the body of the supernatural body.

--"Human disqualification".

Meditating in his heart and concentrating, Tsushima closed his eyes.

Numerous shattered and flying white texts and bands of light appeared in the air. In the blink of an eye, the scene of the sword-drawing just now disappeared—it was replaced by two suspended red crystals suspended in the air.

"Huh?" Seeing the supernatural power crystal obediently floating to his chest and disappearing, Jinghua and Atsushi widened their eyes in surprise, "It's amazing..." sighed uncontrollably.

"Cough, cough, cough." Hearing someone's hoarse cough, he hurriedly supported Tsushima, "Are you all right?" the white-haired young man asked worriedly.

"It's okay." It's just that I just allocated my energy to eliminate the control in the supernatural body, and accidentally inhaled part of the "white mist".

But it's not a big problem, it's just that this doesn't affect him.

"Come on, this 'plan'...needs you. Tsushima gasped for a while, and recovered his strength.

"plan?"

"The plan to save... Yokohama." I don't know what came to mind, the boy smiled self-deprecatingly, "If it was you... I would definitely do it."

"...After all, you are much better than me."

Sneaking slowly and tiredly, looking at the red sky as if passing the time, and the increasingly dense streets with less and less visibility, Tsushima raised the corners of his mouth, "What's going on this time?"

"Fyodor."

"Good evening~" In the white mist, a figure gradually became clear, "Soon, the dragon will..."

"If you just say these things, you can go." Interrupted the black-haired man's cheerful words like singing praises, and waved his hand like chasing flies, "I'm in a bad mood now." As if to emphasize, Tsushima emphasized The tone was "very bad."

"Hey, hey~" Shrugged, Fyodor chuckled lightly, "Tsushima-kun... you almost understand it."

"So, is there any willingness to join us now?" After a pause, "Such a sad, imperfect, and deformed world, don't you want to change it?"

"..." There was a strange silence, the gray-haired boy looked away and bit his lip.

"It's very painful—" With a prolonged ending, she lamented, "This world is already broken."

"Yes, it's very painful."

Seeing the dragon-shaped phantom gradually twisting and emerging in the sky, the corners of the mouth curled up, and the mouth moved up and down. The words that were about to be uttered by the mouth were not uttered in the end, and turned into a silent sigh.

Hate this world where good people can't live.

Hate this world full of desire and hypocrisy.

I hate this...a world without "he" and "him".

However, this is already the result of what he can...do well.

How could I have the heart to... sabotage his "efforts".

And, what I really hate...

...it's me.

The fingers clenched feebly, then let go.

Something seemed to be grasped, but the emptiness of nothing being grasped.

——The mistake that should be eliminated should be me.

"What a pity." Seeing the other party's unmoved expression, Fei Jia lowered his eyes and opened the hand that had been clenched behind him all the time - there was a red crystal inside.

"I'm really sorry, after all, your existence has affected my plan, and I can't let you go there."

The red power crystal shattered and turned into white smoke——after winding and transforming, it turned into a ferocious griffin.

"Kill him." The man commanded the beast that was scratching the ground anxiously with its paws.

When the trigger is pulled, the shot/bullet hits the Griffin's body, but sparks of collision are emitted, which are resisted by the hard feathers.

So fast......!

Relying on his body's instincts, the boy was able to make a roll to avoid the enemy's next dive.

"Hmm..." Getting up from the ground, the ground was bright red.Touching his shoulder, his palm felt wet.

I can't use my right hand, and the tendon is probably broken.

Frowning brows stretched out, and he wiped the blood stains on his hands on the black coat, and a surprising thing happened—the hideous wound that was originally split was gradually healed visible to the naked eye.

Two or three seconds later, only the shattered and stained red clothes hinted that this place had just been injured.

"...Healing ability." Observing this phenomenon, Fyodor narrowed his eyes, thoughtful, "I don't know how far you can do it."

"..." The animal-shaped ability in front of him cannot be eliminated.

Adjusting his breathing, trying to calm his mind, he quickly distanced himself and looked for cover.

So, is it a command ability... Once the command is issued, it cannot be eliminated.

The other way is to get rid of...

Turning his eyes to the smiling man standing in the distance, he noticed Tsushima's gaze, and the man waved his arms kindly.

Kind of difficult.

After all, with the protection of wild beasts, with his meager strength, he really couldn't get rid of that annoying mouse.

Then just give it a go.

Use all your strength... to kill the supernatural power.

I hope I can hold on for a while longer under the erosion of the "white mist".

Looking at the young man who was bleeding blood all over his body and curled up because of the pain, Fyodor turned around bored, ready to leave.

Is it only to this extent? It seems that it is still a little different from what I expected. I overestimated this child.

Well, it's about time to find a safe place to stay, after all, the next thing is...

Thoughts were interrupted by a scream of pain that suddenly resounded and reverberated.The round, amethyst-like eyes stared at the source of the noise with surprise.

——As if being oppressed by some huge force, the body of the griffin is like a mirror that is gradually shattering, with cracks opening.

The beast wanted to shake it off in pain, but the gray-haired boy tightly grasped the claw that pierced his chest, preventing him from escaping.

With a mournful cry, the huge body of the superhuman body collapsed, turning into red spots of light and melting.

"Ha...ha vomit."

He vomited out some clotted blood that had accumulated in the trachea, and Tsushima wiped his mouth in disgust.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and it was obvious that the blood was about to boil, but it was strangely felt the biting cold.Countless colorful spots dance in the vision, as if hallucinating from taking drugs.

Unable to support it any longer, he fell to the ground.The body gradually became transparent, and at the same time, red crystals gradually grew and condensed from the boy's forehead.

"You destroyed the ability? Wait, this... are you..." As if underwater, the eardrum felt the indistinct exclamation.

I don't have the energy to think anymore.

A little bit of delay... Nakajima-kun, I don't know if there is...

Everything is going smoothly according to my own speculation, obviously I should be happy, but why am I...

I feel sad.

Can I rest?

Can I welcome eternal sleep?

If you are controlled, can you escape from reality?

A burst of gentle white light illuminated the boy's dark consciousness, bringing warmth and firm softness, dispelling the burning pain in his chest.

Is... "book"?

The hand condensed by the soft twilight grabbed the boy's sinking thoughts.

The author has something to say: "Every difficult ending you have is actually the best ending they can do."

So Tsushima didn't want to point fingers, let alone destroy.It felt like a negation of "his" efforts.

That's fine, it doesn't matter.

Tsushima unwrapped the bandage to make it easier to use the nullified ability.

In the comics, it is set that disqualification can be triggered only through skin contact, not through clothes.

The animation has been changed directly, and I don't understand how this works (?)

In the end, the "book" instinct in Tsushima protected him.

Although the "book" in the if world cannot directly change the world, it can still be done by isolating the influence of the outside world on Tsushima.

In fact, Tsushima could use part of the book's power, but he didn't want to.

——After all, Osamu Dazai's wish was not to let anyone use the book.

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