The human disqualification of an outsider

Bishuiliu was actually worried about whether Dazai Osamu had some crooked intentions, but before the other party's plan appeared, he would not mind taking in this operator from the port mafia.

As a king, he has a broader mind than others, so he can do great things. He will not stick to these small details. As long as what Dazai wants to do is beneficial to him, plus the previous contract, everything can be ignored .

Thinking this way, he waved his hand to signal Mishaoshin Zi and Gojo Sukuna to go and play with the group of guys who were about to break into the base where the stone slab was located, while Bishui Liu operated his wheelchair and led Dazai Osamu Go down to the bottom of the base and see the Dresden slab that he "borrowed".

"Wow~" Dazai Osamu walked in this secret base, and from time to time he marveled at the complete facilities of the base, and what made him even more curious were the beautiful decorations there.

He stretched out his hand and touched the white pillar, his eyes were bright, he poked it again, hugged the pillar and shouted towards Bishuiliu: "Liu~ this is cold! So comfortable!!!"

"Really?" Responding to Dazai Osamu's words lightly, Bishui Liu came to the side of the stone slab without changing his face. He watched the power gradually radiating from it, and couldn't help laughing, "Come and see?"

"Huh? Oh, the stone slab." Some reluctantly touched the pillar a few more times, Osamu Dazai even had the idea of ​​how to take this pillar away, and moved to the side of the stone slab. Looking at the lines on it, he was not interested at all, "So, you are releasing your power now..."

"Yes, but something went wrong." Bi Shuiliu nodded, he was already on the road to realize his ideal, and even saw the dawn, the future where everyone can gain power is not far away, just need Just make a little more effort.

He glanced at the machine next to him, and signaled Osamu Dazai to look at the information on the table, "Look at this."

Osamu Dazai paused, walked over quickly, picked up this document, and flipped through it casually. Even if he didn't see the document sorted out by the Green King Bishui Liu, he knew what the other party would encounter question.

——Are you kidding, release all the power and give it to people?It's just a fool's dream, at least the God of Prayer who lives inside the stone slab will not agree to such a thing.

He smiled, put the document back, and asked:

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I want to ask Mr. Dazai to give me a solution." Bi Shuiliu nodded lightly to Dazai, he didn't think that Dazai didn't understand anything, especially the research done after bringing back the slate, it is obvious that Dazai's strength There is still a part remaining on the top of the stone slab, causing the power of the slate to not be fully released.

"If I touch the slate, the slate will lose its power in the blink of an eye." Osamu Dazai blinked, and stretched out his hand playfully, as if to touch the slate, but after waiting for a while, there was no response from the water flow. He smacked his lips, withdrew his hand, and put it in his pocket boredly, "It's really boring, don't stop me."

"Mr. Dazai won't do that." Bi Shuiliu said with certainty, he looked at Osamu Dazai calmly, and said the information he knew, "Mr. Dazai's power remained on the slate, which made it impossible to fully release the power of the slate. , and, I heard that Dazai-kun has the ability to communicate with the slate? I really want to see it."

"So that's what I thought..." After staring at Bishui for a while, Osamu Dazai shrugged, ran slowly to a pillar, sat down halfway against it, and murmured, "There is nothing in this world. There is no such a good thing, if you want power, you must first believe in yourself, trust yourself, and then believe in the power you have."

He stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of Bishui Liu, "If Mr. Liu is not obsessed with wanting to live now, the power of the Green King in your body will not appear to provide you with the energy to live."

"You mean, the idea of ​​giving everyone power is impossible?" Bi Shuiliu narrowed his eyes, and he was sure that Osamu Dazai must know a lot about the slate, and he knew better than the King of Gold.

"It's not impossible. Do you know what a slate is? What kind of power do you have now?" Osamu Dazai didn't really care about the idea of ​​Bishui Liu, he just simply stated his opinion, "Everything comes from Because of prayers, people’s prayers turned into power, and a god was born from the power, and the god resided on the stone slab, and gave his power to a few people he felt had potential, and then these people would spread this power.”

"That sword is the slate's recognition of you, and it is also the restraint of this world on you. Having power means having the same weight of responsibilities and obligations. You are nothing but the emissaries selected by the slate." Osamu Dazai smiled. He doesn't think there is anything very clever about the king, especially the guy who uses the power given by others and then tries to forcibly dismantle the source of the power. There is nothing worthy of respect, even if the other party's ideals are exceptional The "noble".

"If you offend the gods, you will bang immediately and die." Osamu Dazai made an explosive movement of his hands to show the final result, "Even if you destroy the stone slab, it is impossible for you to die." Affects that god half a point."

"..." Bi Shui Liu fell into silence. He stared at Osamu Dazai for a long time, silently processed the message given to him by the other party, and then eliminated all the things he didn't need to care about. In the end, he only got an answer, "You mean, I need the approval of that god before I can distribute the power of the god to others, because I am his messenger."

"Didn't you do something like this before?" Osamu Dazai said meaningfully.

"Jugle? That's how it is... It can't be done forcibly, but can it be passed on from generation to generation?" The Green King thought of the game used to spread his power, paused, and couldn't help but feel ridiculous, "That kind of power, at any time It can be picked up anywhere."

"He can take away the power given to you by the slate anytime and anywhere." As he tilted his head, Osamu Dazai showed a puzzled expression.

Thinking of the fact that the sword of Damocles could fall from the sky, Bishuiliu suddenly didn't know how to refute Osamu Dazai. Well, this guy did give himself a solution - to use stone slabs to increase his strength, and then let His own clan is spread all over the world, which means that people in the world have power.

However, this method is too slow, and it has no effect on the current self.

Bishuiliu sighed, thinking that finding Osamu Dazai who is easy to do things is not a very accurate way, but it is okay, it is also a good thing to look at this guy who is easy to lose the power of the slate, at least there is no need to worry about problems.

Thinking of this, he cast his eyes on the huge beam of light that popped out from the center of the stone slab, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, completely oblivious to the fact that a transparent force flew out of the slate unknowingly, knocking Osamu Dazai who was sitting by the pillar Wrap it up.

The white hair spread out behind him, turning into long chains, entangled the boy who fell from the sky, and gently pulled it downwards. The chains swayed and made a crisp sound, cooperating with the boy's bandages. Dance, accompanied by the movement that came from nowhere, and the surrounding light also flashed light according to the rhythm.

The white-haired boy slowly stretched out his hands, straightened his arms, wrapped his arms around the waist of the black-haired boy who descended from the sky, hugged him, and patted the opponent's back lightly, only to see his body float up a little Position, close to the black-haired boy's ear, whispered like a sigh: "Meet you again, my child."

Seeing that the young man still closed his eyes and ignored him, he was not annoyed, he just brushed the other person's hair lightly, snapped his fingers, and the thin short hair instantly turned into long black hair, which was matched with the loose white hair. They were entangled together, like twins embracing each other, and it was just a moment of silence.

The black-haired boy's eyelids moved, and he chuckled helplessly. He opened those iris-colored pupils, stared at the white-haired boy in front of him, saw himself clearly in the other person's eyes, and stretched out his hand to casually lift it up. I played with my long hair hanging behind me, and said with a smile, "What? Don't you like my short hair?"

"It's just that I think it's more interesting to change the look." The white-haired boy responded calmly. He glanced at his black hair, and he was still a little satisfied. "Let's do this first, it looks comfortable."

"Okay, why do you like long hair like your mother..." Seeing that the white-haired boy didn't plan to change it back for him, the black-haired boy chose to accept his fate, and just let his long hair scatter in the void. He lowered his head and wrapped the bandage on his arm, and said helplessly, "Mom also wanted me to grow long hair before."

"Hmm... I don't know, maybe it's because of the host." The white-haired boy blinked. He thought for a long time, but he couldn't come up with an answer. He could only speak vaguely. He turned his head and saw The action of the other party wrapping the bandage couldn't help but smile, "It seems that you are used to it."

Osamu Dazai was brought here by the power of the white-haired boy, and the Green King Bishui Liu easily switched positions without knowing it. Otherwise, he would not obediently follow that ninja lady.

He stared at the white-haired boy in front of him. After wrapping the bandage on his right hand, he changed his position and began to wrap the bandage on his left hand. The flowing bandage lost its freedom little by little, and became docile and tight on his arm again. .

"What's the matter?" The white-haired boy looked at Osamu Dazai suspiciously, not quite understanding why the other party looked at him like this, but at the moment when the eyes met, he smiled.

"You've changed a bit." Osamu Dazai still remembered the boy's indifferent appearance when he came to this space last time and the last time, there was no such thing as a smile on his face.

"Yeah, it's always going to change, and you've changed too, Shuji," the white-haired boy said. He blinked, turned around gracefully, and landed on Dazai Osamu's side, patting him lightly. The other party's head, "There are still three days, and you will die."

"Yes." Osamu Dazai nodded slightly, allowing the white-haired boy to "do evil" on his head.

"I promised you that I will give you a gift you like." Blinking his eyes, the white-haired boy smiled, and drew a circle with his fingers in the air, and then transformed into seven kinds of flames, "You What color do you like?"

"Colorless." Osamu Dazai glanced at it casually, and knew that it was the flame representing the seven colorless kings, so he decisively chose the color he had already decided on.

"I think so." Nodding, the white-haired boy waved his hand, and the flames of other colors dissipated naturally, leaving only the flame representing the colorless king standing in front of him. He suddenly remembered something, and Dazai Osamu Said, "Speaking of which, that little guy named Yiyan made a wish with me after his death, wanting you to become the Colorless King."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Osamu Dazai snorted softly, feeling helpless that Miwa Ichikan was still thinking about himself after his death: "Why is he still talking about this kind of thing?"

"I think it's okay." Shaking his fingers, the white-haired boy gathered the colorless flame in his hand, then lightly tapped Osamu Dazai's forehead with his index finger, and transmitted the flame into it, "As long as you have the heart, anything is possible. "

"Okay, how can I prevent you from making a decision." There was no way to dodge it, and he didn't even think about dodging it. Osamu Dazai let the power enter his body. smile.

He rubbed Osamu Dazai's head dumbfounded, the white-haired boy didn't care much about the other's behavior, he just retracted his fingers, then turned his head and flicked a certain light to reflect the outside scene, "Look and see Well, fate is moving in the direction he wants."

"Okay, okay." Shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands, Osamu Dazai walked over, and then the two of them sat together in the space and watched the things projected in the scene. He pointed to Nakahara Nakaya, who was kicking the gate of the Green King's base. And everyone who broke in, introduced to the white-haired boy, "This is a slug, my partner in the port mafia, this is Akutagawa Ryunosuke, he can be regarded as my apprentice, ah, this Nakajima Atsushi and Kunikida Dubu, is my future apprentice and partner?"

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, not intending to explain more about this "future". Anyway, the white-haired boy who is the incarnation of prayer must understand that Osamu Dazai's finger moved and landed on the gun that was holding a gun but did not kill anyone. On the man with wine red hair, his tone became more active, and he said excitedly: "Look, look, this is my best friend, Odasaku! Sure enough, he still wouldn't choose to kill... But this is Oda Do it."

Blinking his eyes, the white-haired boy looked at Sakunosuke Oda in the scene, then turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai who had turned into a close friend, and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Ah, ah, I understand, he It’s the man you can change for.”