I'm acting in Yokohama

As soon as Sawagawa opened his eyes, four or five heads surrounded him.

"..." Yes,, afraid.

"Are you an idiot?" The orange-haired head saw him open his eyes and poked his forehead, "You can faint when you sit."

Sawagawa sat up with his forehead in his hands. He was in a coma all afternoon. The sky outside the window had already darkened. After the evacuation of the crowd, Yokohama was unprecedentedly quiet. Disgusting black mud surged in the undercurrent of the sea under the dotted river of stars.

After losing the Holy Grail, Tiamat became quiet at night, but everyone knew that it was the eve of the storm.

This was probably the first time that the three major powers in Yokohama sat in the same venue so calmly.

Ango Sakaguchi, the representative of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, pushed his glasses, and the light left a strange white light on the lens, reflecting the expression in his eyes, making people unable to see the expression in his eyes. The dark brown business attire looked refined and rigorous. With a mini headset, the boss of the supernatural spy department sits in the rear and commands remotely.

Mafia leader Mori Ogai and armed detective agency president Fukuzawa Yukichi sit opposite each other, the silver wolf standing on the tip of the knife and the scalpel lover hiding in the dark. The scene that has not been seen for many years makes the atmosphere a little delicate.

"Chuya?" Sawagawa tentatively asked in a low voice.

His mind finally came to his senses, someone coughed to attract his attention, stretched out his finger and gestured towards the roof.

"Brother Xiaoen." Sagawa's face was not very good-looking, and he didn't want to face it, but Enkidu's smiling face was full of the meaning of "you will die if you don't go up." He had no choice but to climb up to the roof from the window.

The night is pretty good tonight, the dark blue sky is dotted with a few shimmering stars, and the moon is shining brightly, but it is far worse than the night sky of Uruk.

The two oldest kings stood on the roof with their chests folded, like two burning suns at night.

"I was wrong." Sawagawa immediately obediently admitted his mistake when he was slanted by the two pairs of red eyes, just like every time he made a mistake before, he counted all his mistakes one by one without Wang opening his mouth.

Gilgamesh didn't interrupt him, and watched him count the "crimes" in detail, almost wringing his fingers to write a self-criticism.

"Admitting mistakes is positive." Xian Dynasty stretched out his hand, motioning for people to come closer.

Gilgamesh added sarcastically, "Just never repented."

Sawagawa approached pretending to be ignorant, and was touched on the head by the virtuous king. In the quiet night, it was rare for the arrogant king to let go of his eyes and soften his eyes: "My king's creation finally looks a little bit better."

"Have you made your choice?"

Sagawa heard his king ask this.

He looked silently at the huge Tiamat on the horizon in the distance.

The mother of the gods has no concept of death, even if Gilgamesh beats Ea for several rounds, she will still recast the spirit base the next day.

Several forces in Yokohama in the house have already made a decision, and the gods will defeat the gods. Chuya Nakahara contains the local gods in his body. With Rimbaud opening the channel, he can drag Tiamat into the other place where he was born. a void.

But everyone knows that in this way, the personality of Chuya Chuya, who has assimilated with Huangbatu, will also cease to exist.

"Don't be a timid person, Lenny." Gilgamesh turned his head, obviously standing on an ordinary roof, but the aura around him seemed to be standing on the top of all living beings.

He was born at the highest place, whether he was the king of Uruk in his lifetime or on the eternal seat of heroes, the creatures who can get close to him can be counted on one hand.

Sawagawa has never forgotten that for so many years, his own wish as the Holy Grail is now the closest moment to his fulfilling his wish, but...

Gilgamesh's figure turned into a golden spot of light and dissipated like a firefly. Sagawa subconsciously reached out his hand, just like what he had been pursuing all along.

He couldn't catch anything.

"Lenny." The virtuous king who was still in place looked at him.

Sawagawa sighed, and complained in a childish tone: "I, I have really waited for a long time."

At the beginning, I waited in the empty space for an unknown amount of time, and later made an agreement with human beings to look forward to the Holy Grail War again and again, and then failed again and again.

The virtuous king narrowed his scarlet eyes and smiled secretly. It is very pleasant to tease his own stupid creations anytime. Lenny's tangled look is exactly the same as when he was a child.

Providing fun for the king is one of his duties as a creator. The wise king confidently concealed the future seen by the omniscient and omnipotent star, leaving only one sentence and disappearing in place.

"There is always a purpose to unraveling the timeline."

The lost traveler returns with an unexpected gift.

Sagawa was the only one left on the empty roof. He sat down on the eaves and pondered over the words left by the virtuous king twice but couldn't find any clue.

Someone quietly climbed onto the roof, Sagawa patted the place beside him, and the black windbreaker fell next to him.

Last night, he was watching the night from the same position, but the person next to him was changed. Thinking of Dazai's tragic situation before, Sagawa rolled his eyes: "Brother Xiaoen actually let you up?"

Compared with Gilgamesh's willingness to let him try anything, Enkidu is always used to using his chains to surround Lenny's airtight.

"Probably because I'm going to die tomorrow." Nakahara Chuya bent one leg and hung his arm casually on it, making a joke indifferently.

"This ending is not bad." Seeing that he was silent, the orange-haired mafia took off the black leather gloves biting his fingertips, and rubbed his head as a comfort, "Don't worry about losing control of the ability one day, Waking up every day with the fear of seeing a sea of ​​black flames—and to be honest, it’s not a good feeling.”

Sawagawa who got his head rubbed twice in one night: "..."

He later realized that there was something wrong with his status, forget it for the king, for the sons of Yokohama—shouldn't he be a father or something? ? ?

The orange-haired mafia cast a caring look at Sawagawa, who was arranging his hair.jpg

"Although Zhong also said so..." But who can open their eyes and live every day, who would really choose to die willingly?

Oh yes, except for Osamu Dazai.

Dazai who was stabbed inexplicably:? ? ?

"Yoshihiko, I have something to tell you."

Zhong Yuanzhong is not a man who can't make up his mind and hesitates to move forward. The reason why some things are so difficult to say is that they are too unpredictable, and even the gods have no confidence.

Sagawa looked at the bright white moon in the sky, which was the same as yesterday, so he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "Do you like me?"

The words that Zhong Ye was about to say all stuck in his throat: "..."

God knows how long the orange-haired mafia has been preparing for these words. The leader summoned him in private and taught him experience with a ba (ba) ambiguous (gua) smile. Even the little girl Alice secretly stuffed him Two weird cartoons.

Being disrupted by Sawagawa's unconventional playing of cards, Nakaya stayed for a few seconds before simply nodding in response.

"Yes." After saying the word like, it seemed to flow a lot more smoothly, like a balloon with a hole punctured, the words hidden inside naturally flowed out along the small hole.

"I like you." Without fancy modifiers, the orange-haired mafia just cut everything out of his chest openly.

Sagawa looked into those beautiful cobalt blue eyes, which were completely unobstructed, as if all obstacles were cut off. The man who expressed his heart for the first time was a little at a loss, so he had to show him the purest heart.

As if scalded by the sparks in his eyes, Sawagawa tilted his head to avoid his eyes.

Night is like still water.

Except for their house, the surrounding lights were not on, and the silence was like some kind of viscous liquid slowly flowing around the two of them, silent but indescribably lingering.

"Humans are wonderful animals." Sagawa said softly.

"You are born with the ability to perceive emotions, but I have to work hard for it for a long time." For a long time after his birth, he lived like a piece of air, and it was the king who taught him what joy is.

Then, after a very short period of happiness, Enkidu's death forcibly instilled emotions such as pain.

"No one can say what liking is, or everyone's definition of liking is different." This makes a certain holy grail of learning a little helpless.

"I may never learn it in my life."

"Make a wish, Chuya." Sawagawa stared at the night sky.

The orange-haired mafia froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows: "Then let you learn to like, learn to like."

"I'm serious, Chuya." Sawagawa felt a little troubled by his laxity.

"I'm serious." Chuya Nakahara replied.

Then he was taken aback by the person approaching suddenly, his slender fingers passed through his orange hair, and gently rubbed around the back of his neck, the subtle tremor made him squint his eyes subconsciously, and before he could speak, he heard Sawagawa say:

"You want to have the ability to control filth."

Nakahara also frowned, Sawagawa's eyes were very close to him, but the inside seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly, he had some bad premonitions.

"Let me do it for you."

The cobalt blue pupils shrank sharply, and Sagawa could even see the beautiful lines in his pupils through the faint moonlight.

The orange-haired mafia fainted, and Sagawa gently put him down.

He stared at the eternal moon, and thought of the bustling Uruk, then the endless void, and finally the silent Yokohama in front of him.

He drew out California Qingguang and injected a small ball of energy into the handle of the knife: "The Government of Time is not a good thing, go and choose a new owner."

The blade of the sword lighted up for a few seconds and then dimmed. Sagawa put it beside Nakaya, and jumped off the roof lightly to avoid the window and landed.

There was an orange-red white halo in the east.

a new day.

Sawagawa walked towards Tokyo Bay, which was churning with black mud. He walked obviously unhappy, but disappeared after a few seconds.

The three Heroic Spirits gathered together on the roof.

The Heaven's Chains surrounded Enkidu, and the sound of the gurgling chains seemed restless. The Wise King pinched the scurrying chains: "He will grow up."

The tyrant next to him sneered and disdain to speak. With his willful character and the ability to support his arrogance, he must enjoy watching the battle between the people in Yokohama and Tiamat.

If it weren't for his creations to like...

"Humph."

"This king allows him to be self-willed this time, and he will come back."

"Oh?" The Xian King satirized coolly, "Because of your arrogance, you shut down the all-knowing and omnipotent star. If you didn't rely on this king, you might have fed this kid to Tiamat."

He cast a glance at Nakahara Chuya, who was lying dead on the roof.

"..."

There was a sudden violent shaking from the space above the roof, and several people in the room were still sitting calmly. Dazai rubbed his chin and guessed that the orange-haired dwarf provoked everyone's anger and beat him just like he did yesterday.

He smiled gloatingly, and for the sake of the little dwarf going to deliver the head tomorrow, he will wait to go up.

This time, he waited until the morning sun rose, and the fighting on the roof subsided for a long time... until he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Dazai was still smiling, but his eyes suddenly darkened, and he rushed to the roof without saying a word, just in time to see Tiamat's huge figure that disappeared like a bubble, and only Nakahara Chuya and a sword remained on the roof.

He suddenly untied the bandage on his hand, there was nothing on his smooth and fair skin, and the dark red command spell seemed to be just his illusion, like a youth who had disappeared.

"Ta, Dazai... sir?"

Nakajima Tun, who was following up, didn't know what happened. Mr. Dazai had a murderous intent wrapped around him, so strong that it made people tremble uncontrollably, as if his nose was covered and he couldn't breathe.

The sea water returned to a blue color, as if the disaster never came.

A man with red hair wearing a light-colored windbreaker and looking somewhat unkempt stepped into Yokohama. He felt a little strange about the quietness of the street. He was holding a strange blank book in his hand, and he was relieved to see the familiar Hong Kong and Hei Building.

[The lost traveler will return with an unexpected gift. ]

The author has something to say: I swear by the dog Zaizhi, I was never pulled into the pit of bumps and brushed three times in three seasons, and I was definitely not addicted to old Ford and not doing business. I just slept for a month, really!

The old rules of Fanwai are still gifts, put them in the column Fanwai collection, you can go to Kangkang when you have time

Tomorrow, we will show the Uruk handsome trio first.

As for the others... I still think about it

Thanks to the little sweets who accompanied me all the way, I love you!