Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

Here is a dark, a void, surrounded by fog.

Haru Miura opened her eyes and saw herself floating in the void, surrounded by the same distorted blackness and fog. Everything she was familiar with was gone. Although all this happened suddenly, she had a feeling of "unexpectedness".

Sure enough, she waited on the spot for a while, when the fog in front of her eyes suddenly dissipated, and two figures appeared in front of her, the deputy god Muchun in black and Dostoevsky in white.

"Oh it's you."

Seeing the person who once stabbed him standing in front of him, Haru Miura couldn't help feeling that his wound that had already healed was aching again.She looked at the man with a handsome face and a thin figure, and was a little puzzled:

"Why did you kill me?"

"Are you asking why?"

The young man had dark purple hair and wore a white borscht hat that was the same color as his clothes. Hearing Miura Haru's question, he suddenly found it very interesting, so he couldn't help asking.However, the deputy god Muchun standing next to him was obviously impatient. He glanced at his partner, and then took a step forward. His golden snake pupils stared at Miura Haru's eyes, cold and fierce, like a Vipers stare at their prey.

"Girl, it's a lifeline."

Mu Chun spoke, his voice was low and cold, and there seemed to be a little bit of gnashing of teeth:

"Your existence is the biggest mistake in this world..."

He began to accuse her of her existence in front of her, blaming her for making the world chaotic:

"Silius, or you prefer to call him the righteous god, or the main god, all the thousands of worlds built at the beginning are all good, at least the parts I participated in are perfect, like an assembly line, as long as you follow our rules honestly. The setting goes, everything is a very precise reincarnation. You, Miura Haru, should have died unexpectedly at the age of 17. Your death will be the last word to end many disputes, and your death will make a new world in the world. Order, the rules of the world are reshuffled, and everything will be more orderly."

"However..."

Mu Chun stared at Miura Haru, his eyes became more and more fierce:

"You have a good grandmother who changed your lifeline arbitrarily in order to save you, not only yours, these unconscious changes have affected the rules I set, your survival even changed history, even your partner A ghost that should have been extinct long ago. You and your grandmother are exactly the same hateful."

Miura Haru listened quietly to Mu Chun's scolding, with a firm expression on his face, and only after he had finished for a while did he ask back:

"You said that I should have died, and that my death would be the end of all disputes, but...you praised me too much. From birth to now, I have not caused any disputes."

"It's all because of your nasty grandma who changed the world!"

Mu Chun's sharp gaze was even stronger, but Miura Haru did not back down:

"Even so, it shouldn't be the reason for you to hunt and kill me. Just because the world is not running according to your settings, you think the world is hopeless, and you even want to get rid of me to set things right .With all due respect, it is absolutely impossible to go back in time for things that have been changed, so even if you kill me now, the world will not return to the way you originally imagined."

As soon as Miura Haru's resolute words fell, there was silence in the void, and even the sound of breathing was almost inaudible. After a while, the cold voice of the deputy god sounded again:

"The sharp-tongued girl is exactly the same as your annoying grandma."

"You are not allowed to slander my grandma!"

Miura Haru felt a little angry, and at this moment she suddenly noticed that the spiritual power in her body was rapidly merging and becoming stronger and stronger.Mu Chun seemed to have noticed this too, his expression became serious, and suddenly he pointed at Miura Haru and said:

"Bound."

An invisible chain bound Miura Haru's hands behind his back, and he couldn't break free.

"let me go!"

She glared at Mu Chun, trying to mobilize her ability to break free, but the deputy god turned around with a calm expression, as if to leave:

"Give up, you and your grandma are destined to be losers, but before I kill you, I have to meet your grandma first."

"Look at her."

The ruthless deputy nodded slightly to Dostoevsky, stretched out his hand and swiped in the void, an exit appeared, and his figure quickly disappeared here.

It turns out that this is a man-made void.

"Hey!"

Haru Miura watched Mu Chun disappear in front of her eyes, a little dazed, and in a blink of an eye saw Dostoevsky who was still calm and breezy, she opened her mouth, and finally only asked one sentence:

"Are you the one Mr. Dazai said? The one who wants to destroy the world and rebuild it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the young man smiling brightly, his eyes were brighter than before, and his voice rose a little:

"Did Osamu Dazai tell you so?"

The young man named Dostoyevsky looked at her with a smile, and slowly gestured with the knife in his hand. Haru Miura nodded, feeling a little depressed:

"That's not what he told me."

The original words were more explicit, Miura Haru thought so.

Dostoevsky became interested:

"That's not what he told you, so what did he say?"

Miura Haru glanced at him casually, and sneered:

"Is it very important? The world is going to be destroyed, and you still care about Mr. Dazai's original words, or you can ask him yourself. After all, I have no power to restrain myself now, and I don't want to talk to you. "

After finishing speaking, Haru Miura lowered his head and remained silent, silently concentrating the strength in his body to try to break through the restraint on his wrist.

The handsome young man looked at her, smiled, and spoke briskly:

"What an unlovable girl."

"So what if I'm cute? Didn't I get stabbed by you when I was cute?"

Tried several times but couldn't break through the restraints, Haru Miura felt a little impatient, and could only vent his anxiety on the enemy.

"It's not that I want your life. You have also seen who wants your life."

Dostoevsky said that he is just like the knife in his hand, and he is just a knife in the hands of others.Listening to his words, Miura Haru calmed down, with a downcast expression:

"So what if you kill me? If you kill me, kill all the people whose lifelines have changed, will the world return to its original state? I don't believe it. It's like regluing a broken vase. Those broken marks are still on the surface of the vase, they have always been there."

"Although it makes sense, this sentence is useless to me."

Dostoevsky just smiled, and Haru Miura sighed:

"Of course I know it's useless, I just want to express my thoughts."

Hearing her words, the young man smiled, and suddenly waved his hand, a mirror appeared in front of Miura Haru's eyes, which seemed to be divided into several spaces, and those familiar people who were fighting appeared in different spaces.

"grandmother!"

Miura Haru opened his eyes wide, looked at the red-haired land god holding a long sword in his hand and Mu Chun in the mirror, and cried out in shock.Then she turned her gaze, and saw the orange flames flickering on Tsunayoshi Sawada's head, flying in the air to confront the "retrospective army" team that should have disappeared long ago. In the protective range behind him, Ichiro Tanaka held a Holding a book tightly, he closed his eyes and said something to Sawada Tsunayoshi from time to time, and then Sawada Tsunayoshi changed his attack route and continued to fight against the retrograde army who jumped down from the sky.

"Tsuna-kun! Mr. Tanaka!"

Miura Haru looked at all this in a daze, and when the screen turned, she saw all the swordsmen of Honmaru wearing their battle uniforms, waving the swords in their hands against the enemies wearing masks and wearing black clothes. Why, those enemies seem to be very familiar with their attack moves, and every move is deja vu.

Suddenly, Hasebe's knife smashed off the opponent's mask, and the black skull mask fell on the spot. Everyone saw that behind the mask was a face that was exactly the same as Hasebe's.

"Our enemy...is ourselves!"

California Qingguang reacted to all this in an instant, so after a brief pause, there was a more intense clash between swords.

"Everyone......."

With his hands bound and his actions restrained, Haru Miura could only watch what happened in the mirror, watching everyone fight against the attack of God, feeling a little confused:

"Is all this chaos... because of me?"

She said in a low voice, Dostoevsky nodded, his voice was still long:

"Maybe, because you didn't die, you caused God's anger, and then everyone around you was angered by God, and God sent down punishment, and they fought against God for you."

"So... if I die... will this all be over?"

Haru Miura saw through the mirror that everyone was scarred and scarred: the retrograde army continued to flow, and Sawada Tsunayoshi's physical strength was a little exhausted; the men with swords and swords who had experienced the battle were because the opponent was familiar with their own battle routes, and the retrograde army in the middle He also joined the battlefield, and the battle was difficult; although Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuya and others from the Armed Detective Agency supported the sword men, they couldn't stop the retrograde army that kept jumping from the void.And at this moment, the sword in the hand of the deputy god Muchun pierced the shoulder armor of the red-haired earth god. In an instant, bright red blood gushed out, and Qiusui knelt on the ground clutching his shoulders exhausted.

"Grandma!!! Everyone!!!"

Miura Haru opened her eyes, tears streaming down her pretty face:

"If I die, won't they have to suffer from this?"

Her mind went blank, she could only watch everything in front of her and weep silently.Dostoevsky seemed to think about the question she asked seriously, then shook his head:

"Even if you die, the situation of the battle should remain the same, right? Your grandma will definitely make the battlefield even more earth-shaking."

He was telling the truth.I don't know where this sentence awakened Miura Haru, she suddenly looked at Dostoevsky, her eyes were slightly red, but her eyes were burning:

"Since killing me or not killing me won't change much, then killing me doesn't make any sense."

"Oh?"

The young man found it interesting. He looked at Miura Haru and expressed his allegiance to him. Miura Haru calmed down his sad mood and said calmly:

"I just said that even if I and other people are killed, the world is repaired, but there are still traces of repair, so no matter what method the Deputy God uses to repair it, he is still a loser."

"Your argument is interesting."

The corner of the black-haired young man's mouth was slightly raised, and the silver knife in his hand exuded a condensed brilliance. He and Miura Haru looked at each other for three seconds, and suddenly smiled and said:

"I kind of like you, uncute girl."

"Varied?!"

Miura Haru opened his eyes wide, but suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind:

"Look at what I just heard. Sure enough, I can't relax for a moment. I was just looking for a way outside. My briar is about to be pried into a corner by someone else."

"Oh? Someone is here."

Dostoevsky put away the knife, took a few steps back, and looked at a gap in the void with a smile. He was dressed in moon-white feathers and had pale golden hair. He had a handsome face and eyes like seven-colored glass. The same beautiful youth entered this space.

"Tongmo!"

Haru Miura turned his head and saw him, his tense mood suddenly relaxed, replaced by an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

"My Xiaochun, you are so naughty, I didn't look at you for a few minutes, and you were taken away."

Tong Mo looked at her with a helpless smile on his face, and then he walked to Miura Haru, and waved the sharp golden fan between her bound hands, and the invisible bondage was easily released.

'Papa--'

Dostoevsky clapped his hands with admiration:

"As expected of a ghost who has crossed the border between gods and ghosts, your power is really strong."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Tong Mo protected Mipuchun, squinted his eyes to accept the young man's praise, and then waved the golden fan, and the "Lotus Leaf Ice" that didn't need to be chanted brought the wind and snow towards him.

"Oh, oh, please don't be angry, Your Highness."

Dostoevsky didn't seem to care about these poisonous blizzards. I don't know if it has anything to do with him being a person in a cold place.He avoided this layer of attack, looked at Tong Mo and Miura Haru who was protected by him, and apologized kindly:

"Sorry, I was a little rough with Miss Miura just now."

Tong Mo chuckled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm:

"It's just following orders, I understand. It's really a pity that I can't make you into an ice sculpture. My aesthetics are top-notch."

He is talking about terrible things in a serious manner, as expected of the former Shangxian Er, Mr. Tongmo.

After hearing this, Dostoevsky smiled even brighter. He bowed and saluted, and said:

"In order to repay the apology, I will send you all back to the battlefield."

"you..."

Miura Harun looked at his upright appearance, a little confused:

"Aren't you a collaborator of the Deputy God?"

Dostoevsky smiled slowly:

"Not now."

His purple eyes are deep and charming, and his voice is as seductive as a demon:

"I'm just my own collaborator, and I only work hard on things that interest me."

After all, he said to Haru Miura:

"You are more interesting than him. Although he is a god, he is really boring."

After saying this, he turned and left, and with a wave of his hand, Miura Haru and Tong Mo appeared in the center of the battlefield.Miura Haru stood firm, and saw the deputy god Mu Chun looking down on everyone from above, with a cold expression and a strange joy, and said in a cold voice:

"This world is inherently distorted and wrong. Only the Purification Plan can set things right and bring it back to the original track. Human God, you and I have a century-old dispute. You must be the loser. No one can win God."

Miura Haru looked around, everyone was seriously injured, she clenched her hand unconsciously, but Tong Mo suddenly reached out to surround her hand, she looked up at him, only seeing his gentle eyes and a smile on the corner of his mouth.Her heart was suddenly enveloped by great warmth. Haru Miura felt that the power in her body seemed to have been opened up at the moment, and the two veins of Ren and Du were opened up. The unprecedented firmness made her braver than ever before. She looked up at the proud and lofty god. , said loudly:

"you are wrong."

She met his stern gaze without hesitation, smiled and said:

"You are a high god, and you don't care about the world you created yourself. Even if they have their own consciousness and ideas, you still only regard the world as a decoration, and hope that it will always be the original. But you have neglected that once the world has its own consciousness, it will no longer be under your control from that moment on. You use the power of gods to carry out the so-called chaos anyway, which is nothing more than a kind of unseemly suppression. You win the results, but you never win the world."

"What did you say!"

Mu Chun's whole body suddenly burst into golden light, and the power belonging to "God" was completely released, and no longer suppressed, everyone felt a strong depression.However, Miura Haru was ignorant, she held Tong Mo's hand tightly, the temperature in her palm was as warm and firm as the power that was swimming in their bodies at this moment.

They looked at each other and opened their hands to the deputy god in the air:

"Black Coffin—"

"Water Lily Bodhisattva—"

The [-]-meter Frost Buddha rose from the ground, and black cubes attacked Mu Chun from all sides.

Akiho clutched her injured shoulder and leaned against Urahara Kisuke's arms, looking at the Water Lily Bodhisattva with a hint of divinity out of the ominous atmosphere, and the black coffin with golden light blooming faintly, the corners of her mouth couldn't stop rising.

"Xiaochun... my good boy."

She won.

The century-long bet has finally come to an end.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, accompanied by Mu Chun's furious roar, everything collapsed at this moment.

Qiusui looked up at the endless sky, with a trace of mockery and a trace of relief in his eyes.

In the realm of the gods, Silius touched his nose guiltily and shook his head. After a while, a miracle was performed and the broken world was restored.

"finished?"

Miura Harun saw everything that was originally messy and collapsed began to consciously repair itself, and asked subconsciously, and what she answered was the gentle chuckle and warm hug of the ghosts and gods that belonged to her alone:

"It's over...we won."

The girl was embraced by him, and she was stunned for a while, then grabbed his skirt and cried wantonly.

Not far away, Odasaku pursed his lips, opened the "book" in his hand, took out a pen from his pocket, and wrote a sentence:

"It's a new world."

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'Life is full of thorns, and the way I know is to step quickly over the thorns. '

--Voltaire