[Comprehensive] One-eyed king with different abilities

Extra Story - Embracing the Sun

Osamu Dazai took Ken Kaneki, who fell asleep from exhaustion, back to his home.

No, it should be said that he brought it back to his own dormitory.After all, it can't be called "home".

He put the white-haired boy on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and was so considerate that he didn't seem to be called Dazai Zhi.Then he moved a chair over and sat on the edge of the bed watching him.

From hair, eyes, to nose, mouth, and finally the round and smooth chin, the small and delicate Adam's apple, traced bit by bit.

He thought of the scene in the ruins where the young man was surrounded by thousands of swords. It was holy and shocking, not like a human being.

What exactly happened, he didn't see it with his own eyes, but he can guess eight or nine.He traced the trace of the demon from countless clues, chased all the way, and finally found that the rear almost missed.

He had no choice but to rush over to catch Zhongye in the Central Plains first.

The Devil_Fyodor`D.

His eyes were dark, and he rarely encountered an opponent who could plot against him.

But... hopefully he will like the "farewell gift" he gave him.

He shifted his gaze back to the boy's face.

Because of the gift from the witch, the probability of him recovering his memory is 99.8%.

Next, he has a 28.3% chance of getting lost in memory.

There is a 37.6% probability that you will not let go of the past, and then sink into this life.

The remaining 34.1% will completely separate from the past and prepare for a brand new future.

He peeled off the closed eye, thinking idly, will you fall asleep or wake up?

in case……

If you wake up, feel that the world is nothing more than this, and decide to kill yourself.

I could be your company.

If you find the meaning of life again and have the courage to welcome and embrace a brand new world——

The curvature of the corners of his mouth is not as wide as a hook.

Then can I do it too?He couldn't help thinking, what is the world of survival like?

Is it different from the scenery he saw?No, it must be different.

Such a world is colorful.

"Ugh..."

The person on the bed whispered softly, which was particularly abrupt in the silent room.

Osamu Dazai looked over, and the white-haired boy was crying with his eyes closed, tears welling up, and a large swoon of water appeared on the bandage.The mouth opened and closed slightly, as if muttering something.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and moved closer, trying to hear clearly.

"Britain……"

The short breathing sound hit the ear, and the heat sprayed on the earlobe. It was clearly a hot temperature, but Dazai Osamu's eyes were a few degrees colder.

He lowered his eyes, the shadow of eyelash feathers fell on his face, mottled with the shimmering light.

Suddenly I don't want to wait anymore.

Somewhat boring.

He thought for a while, and hung a rope on the beam of the house, preparing to carry out today's belated suicide activity.

But for some reason, I can't tie the knot well.

After trying a few more times, he had to give up.

He sat back on the bed and stared dryly at the bed for a long time.

The day I saw him for the first time, I seemed to be sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him like this.

Then a ignorant light came out of those eyes.

He braced his face and recalled that there seemed to be a big difference between him at that time and now.

Kind of cute.

"Britain--"

The person on the bed suddenly babbled in his sleep, which was deafening in the room where silence and darkness intertwined.

The air suddenly stagnated.

Osamu Dazai could clearly hear his own breathing, fast and noisy.

Very noisy.

He clenched his fists, then suddenly relaxed.

Then he turned and walked away without hesitation.

No fun, no fun, no fun, no fun no fun no fun no fun! !

It's so boring.

Open the door, is the moonlight as clear as water.

A slender and thin figure walked towards loneliness under the moonlight.

In any case, I don't want to listen to it a third time.

……

He sat on the roof of the building all night holding the binoculars until the night wind turned into morning light.

He looked to the southwest, the white-haired and black-clothed boy was walking slowly among the crowd, his eyes were clear and bright, full of hope.

How come you walk so slowly.

He curled his lips, then smiled slyly.

Finally, in the cool morning breeze, I jumped.

……

I don't know who can get it.

The author has something to say:

Happy April Fools' Day everyone! !

Isn’t this number of words very April Fool’s Day? (funny)