The human disqualification of an outsider

Adulthood is just a blink of an eye, the knife goes in and the knife comes out, and the death of life is reflected in the eyes, but it can't stir up any waves.

He simply swept away all the obstacles in front of him, inherited his father's wishes, and walked in this world as the head of the Tsushima family.

Abandoning the name "Osamu Dazai" that he took, instead, the only person who is still alive in this world is the person named "Shuji Tsushima".

That's what he thinks, and he has to think so, because he can't find any other way.

Death has never been close to Shuji Tsushima's side, not even half a meter away, just like someone favored by fate, when will he die?No matter what method you try, you can't stop this sinful breathing and heartbeat. The beating heart is just mocking your own survival.

To live as a man, or to live as a monster?

He doesn't know the answer to this, it's just a walking dead.

Shuji Tsushima left the port mafia, and moved into the home that was so quiet that even a needle would fall on the ground. Every day, except for those puppet monsters who can't speak or think, his only life , is probably the Zhongyuan Zhongye who would break into this place every month and quarrel with him?

As he thought so, his fingers moved slightly, and he accidentally found a hidden compartment in the study room. After gently opening it, a yellowed letter was quietly placed in the cabinet, with traces of dried flowers on it. , Shuji Tsushima took it out of the cabinet, unfolded it gently, and saw that the first sentence on it was the extremely familiar "I am a human being, I am sorry".

He paused, this sentence is really memorable... When he was young, his father who had not completely lost all his vitality once said such words, and he also looked forward to the coming of death, so he always Waiting for my own growth.

Shuji Tsushima withdrew all his thoughts and continued to read.

[Born to be human, I'm sorry.

If there is any wonderful thing in this world, it must be death, right?Possessing infinite possibilities and mysteries that make people explore, it is like the continuation of life, but it is also the end of life that I am looking forward to.

After countless times of pain, countless experiments, and countless times of tears, I finally understand that I am a person who is not tolerated by death... If one day, I can die, I will probably be full of expectations Let's go on such a road, in the end, I found such a way - that child.

This world is so harsh, and all the burdens are placed on the Tsushima family, and on me as the head of the family, guarding absolutely indestructible items, possessing unlimited power, But what is the point?I'm just the spokesperson of the world, I'm just a puppet of this world, I can't even choose death.

Yes, it has already chosen an inevitable path for our family - only when there is a sole heir, will we have the chance to die, and it will die in the hands of the heir.

I am very happy to have such a method, which allows me to embrace death and this mystery. My younger brother probably cannot understand such a feeling, right?Although that child also has the blood of the Tsushima family, he will never understand how much pain and weight there is on me as the head of the family, and I can't breathe all the time.

It's just artificial human technology, so it should be possible to create a child, right?I still succeeded, the child named "Xiu Zhi" has my blood flowing in his body, he has the same power as me, even more powerful because of the intervention of the Holy Grail and the slate!

This child will bring about my death and inherit everything from the Tsushima family. What kind of path will he take in the end?I think I still understand, because 90.00% of him comes from me, he will only live as another me, just like I live as another father...

Sometimes I really envy my brother, I gave him freedom, let him have a wider sky that I will never have, and the slate gave him the power of "colorless king" at my request, Such power should be able to keep him safe outside, right?

What about my children?Should I also let him go out to see the beauty in this world?However, will what he sees be really beautiful?Could such a being as redemption really exist?I, who will always be in the Tsushima clan, probably won't understand...

Let's cultivate it first, and start counting down according to the time of his growth. The time for me to die is getting closer and closer. It's really something to look forward to. It's so happy to be able to die or something, and there is only this Sometimes, it can make me feel that I am also a "person", right?Can a monster like me really be called a human?Maybe it’s possible, but after all, I still feel that I have the identity of an apologetic person...]

Shuji Tsushima didn't finish reading the letter. He simply flipped through the previous content. The thick stack of letters was not written all at once, but Tsushima Haraemon wrote down a sentence or two from time to time. In the end, it accumulated and became the letter in my hand.

He has no interest in his father's feelings, and the only information he can capture from it is the only way to die, "raise a child and let him kill himself".

The secret base he discovered in the courtyard appeared again in his mind, and he silently sent people to carry out such matters.

What is the point of living?I never live for myself...

Shuji Tsushima breathed a sigh of relief, got up slowly, put aside those paperwork that didn't matter if he didn't care about it, held tea, and sat by the veranda, but at the age of eighteen or nineteen, he lived like a Like a grandfather in his twilight years, there is no vitality on his face.

The maid in charge of the outer courtyard stepped into the courtyard, bowed to him and said, "My lord, Mr. Huangbatu is here again."

"Really?" Tsushima Shuji lowered his head and gently blew on the tea, took a sip of the tea, and let the maid back down. Even though the familiar sound of fur-frying appeared from far and near, he didn't have much reaction , but at the moment Zhongyuan Zhong also appeared in front of him, he tilted his head slightly and called out in a low voice, "Mr. Zhongyuan, you are here."

"Tsk... Don't say it, you seem to be dying." Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned. In his eyes, the guy in front of him was far from the Dazai Osamu he knew. He was obviously the same person, but just Putting on a familiar shell, can the personality really change in an instant?

"Hahaha... Mr. Nakahara's words are really funny." Half-covering his face and smiling, Tsushima Shuji's eyes reflected Nakahara Chuya's angry appearance, blinked, moved his body to the side, and patted He patted the empty seat beside him and asked, "Would you like to sit for a while?"

"No, I still have to go to work." Glancing at the place next to Osamu Dazai, Nakahara Nakahara snorted softly. He didn't intend to stay here any longer. He just came over as usual to see if his former partner died. , "I just came to see if you bastard died!"

"That's it, I'm really thankful." Shuji Tsushima chuckled and waved his hand. The monster next to him naturally put a can of crab meat on his side, and he just pushed it in front of Chuya Nakahara. "Try it? This is the new canned crab meat."

"You're the only guy who likes this kind of thing!" Turning his head away, Zhong Yuanzhong also expressed that he had no interest at all.

"Mr. Nakahara really likes to joke." Said calmly, Shuji Tsushima picked up the canned crab meat, gently forked out a piece of crab meat, put it in his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and sighed softly, "It's really It's troublesome, I can't taste the taste at all, sometimes it's these that are more troublesome."

"You guys don't even have a sense of taste?" He raised his eyebrows. Because Nakahara Nakaya came here often, he could be regarded as witnessing the other party's changes every month. From the beginning he didn't call himself a "slug" to even You don't mind having a dog, but now you can't even taste canned crab meat? !

"Well, I'm not a human after all. Just like you, isn't it strange that Mr. Nakahara can live like a human?" Tsushima Shuji tilted his head and thought for a moment, then whispered, "Human It's too complicated. How can a machine like me understand their meaning? It's just imitating, wanting to integrate into such a group, wanting to understand everything they can feel, but still can't do it... ...There is no way to be mediocre, destined to be different."

He paused, let go of this question, his eyes fell on Nakahara Chuya, watched the other party's leaving figure, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Speaking of it, I will probably have a child in a year's time." .”

"Huh? Are you going to get married?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback by the other party's natural attitude, and was a little surprised, "Even if you get married, you can't be sure that you will have children, right?"

"Huh? Oh yes, if you want to have children, you must have a wife to register..." Shuji Tsushima thought for a while as if he had just been reminded by Chuya Nakahara, and waved his hand. A piece of black mud, following his thoughts, gradually turned into a woman. He blinked and said, "That's it, uh... let's call it 'Tsushima Shizuko', let them get me and Tsushima Shizuko's marriage certificate, and then we can have a child."

He waved his hand and asked this "Tsushima Shizuko" to find an elder who was in charge of this matter, while he continued to sip his tea casually, "In this case, I will live to be 27 or [-] years old? What a trouble...why? Do children grow up year by year?"

Looking at Shuji Tsushima who had already entered the fugue, Nakahara Chuya pulled the brim of his hat, not knowing what to say, even if he punched him now, the opponent would not react much, let alone argue with himself What, this bastard is already heading in a more nasty direction, and has no plans to turn back! ! !

He clicked his tongue, turned around and left here. As a member of the port mafia, Nakahara Nakahara would not be such a leisurely person, but he still couldn't let go of his former partner who had turned into "Shuji Tsushima". That's all it takes to show up on time.

Calmly watching Nakahara Chuya's departure, Shuji Tsushima didn't say anything, just lowered his head, stood up silently, drew blood, and handed it over to the researchers of his family to create a human with the same genes and abilities as himself. Child, "It's really... troublesome, raising children or something."

A year later, Shuji Tsushima really saw the result—a baby girl who survived the culture medium.

He blinked, staring at the glass jar in front of him in the courtyard, his palm slowly stretched out, sticking to the jar wall, feeling the coldness of his fingertips, but it didn't seem to be too big a feeling.

Shuji Tsushima didn't know how his father felt when he saw himself in the culture fluid, but now he clearly felt the joy bursting out of his heart, which was a long-lost feeling and extremely novel.

He breathed a sigh of relief, with a rare smile on his face, and said softly, "This is my 'hope', the child who brought me death?"

"My lord, this is the only experimental subject that survived. After testing, she has indeed inherited your bloodline and strength perfectly, and her physical strength has reached the state of your baby." The researcher on the side said calmly, he Holding a large amount of experimental data in their arms, they have long been used to this kind of thing, "If you are satisfied, you can take her out now to raise her and give her a name."

"Let's call it 'Zhizi'," Shuji Tsushima stared at the baby girl in the culture solution, retracted his hands, put them behind his back, and said in a low voice, "Let's send her over when she is four years old. Where are the other experimental subjects?"

"Unable to withstand your strength, they all blew up and died." The researcher said calmly, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, but this kind of thing is indeed happening every day for those who are used to this kind of experiment Things that happened.

"Delete the relevant records, and just keep this." Shuji Tsushima didn't care much about whether his child was a boy or a girl, no matter what gender it was, as long as it could bring about his own death was enough.

Thinking so, he waved his hand calmly, signaling the researchers to take the child away and send it back four years later.

Four years can only pass in the blink of an eye. When Shuji Tsushima woke up one day, he saw a ignorant girl sitting outside his room, waiting for him obediently and cutely. There was curiosity in the kite-colored eyes, but they were more calm, and it was just a rare and common thing to look at each other.

Shuji Tsushima and Zhizi Tsushima accepted this fact so calmly. From today onwards, they are father and daughter and will live together until Zhizi Tsushima becomes an adult.

As far as Tsushima Haruko is concerned, her father does have unparalleled beauty, but his personality is also first-class bad. He likes to play with himself from time to time, and occasionally tries to kill himself, but such things are also normal. Well, after all, I am just an experimental product, and I live in this world only because my father needs me to live.

She is so calm, so calm that she doesn't look like a child at all. As the maids said, Tsushima Haruko is like a replica of the young Tsushima Shuji, occasionally making trouble, occasionally doing things, preferring to pursue the thrill of death, and She will seek all kinds of interesting things, but in the end, she will still fall into silence.

In Tsushima Haruko's eyes, the only time when Tsushima Shuji was more active was probably after he met himself, when Mr. Nakahara appeared, his father would hold himself up high, with a proud and excited tone, and Mr. Nakahara said, "Look, I have a child! This is my daughter, Tsushima Haruko!"

Mr. Zhongyuan would reprimand his father for his bad behavior of raising the child, but the father didn't care too much, and ran around in the courtyard holding himself up, just to avoid the attack from Mr. Zhongyuan.

This was the only time I was active, and it was also the first time I felt my father was like a "person" in my life for so long.

But what does a "person" look like?I can't use Mr. Zhongyuan as a comparison, because my father said that Mr. Zhongyuan is just a monster who lives like a human, and I am also such an existence, or in other words, after I was born, all the existences I saw were all Such existence.

Therefore, this is not comparable, because there is no comparison object at all...

Shuji Tsushima didn't know what his more beautiful daughter was thinking, he just marked the calendar every day, planned his own death date, calculated everything after his death, and put all Everything is arranged properly.

Although I still feel a little guilty towards my daughter, if I die, that child will be relieved, right?At least, in this family, she no longer has to look at her own face to act, and she doesn't have to be compared with her childhood self. Even though she is smart, Zhizi is not herself after all, and she has no way to reach her own level.

The self living in her memory and the past can be regarded as a very bad existence, right?But ah, this is also my own selfishness, I hope I can leave some traces, the traces of my life in this world, and then leave without any burden, leave everything behind, embrace death, maybe at that moment , I will be able to understand what the meaning of life is, right?

Shuji Tsushima thought so, and arranged the coming-of-age ceremony for Tsushima Zhizi tomorrow night in an orderly manner. He sat in front of the desk, and the girl in front of him had grown up, her beautiful and delicate face did not show much emotion. Even though she knew that she would need to kill her father tomorrow to become an adult, she calmly accepted the fact.

"Zhizi, live on, seek the meaning of your life, maybe you can find your own salvation..." Shuji Tsushima whispered, corrected a document, and put it aside, he suddenly sensed time and space With a fluctuating breath, he raised his head with some doubts, and the world in his eyes changed instantly. He clearly saw everything that happened in the parallel world at this moment, and even saw the young himself who was stabbing his father's chest with a knife.

"Is that so?" Shuji Tsushima saw the ten-year rocket launcher heading towards his childhood self. He thought about it for a moment. This kind of thing would not have any effect on him, but it did not prevent him from taking advantage of what appeared at this time. Space-time fluctuations travel to other timelines.

After discovering the birthday party that he had never seen in the past, Shuji Tsushima breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little inquisitive in his heart. Time and space strings, submerged in the white mist in the blink of an eye, appeared at the banquet.

He tilted his head to look at Tsushima Haraemon, who was lying on the ground, and silently looked away, and then his eyes fell on the surprised people at the banquet. Shuji Tsushima blinked and called out, "Your safety, Everyone."

"You..." Nakahara looked at Shuji Tsushima, and after a while, he said hesitantly, "You are not that bastard Dazai I know."

"My name is Tsushima Shuji." Nodding slightly, Tsushima Shuji walked forward slowly, skipping the elders who bowed down to him, and walked in front of the port mafia, "Long time no see, Mori Mr. Zhongyuan, Mr. Dechang, and Mr. Pengelie."

"Shuji Tsushima..." Mori Ogai murmured Shuji Tsushima's self-address, and then looked at the other person's completely different appearance. The world-weariness and indifference exuded from this person was even stronger than that of Osamu Dazai , The indifferent words that make people feel cold are not the words that Osamu Dazai usually uses to call himself. He immediately concluded, "This is Dazai-kun who has become the head of the Tsushima family!"

"Huh? Patriarch? Didn't that bastard Dazai say he wanted to stay in Mifia?!" Nakahara was stunned for a moment, and he looked at Shuji Tsushima in surprise. Originally, he thought this was Dazai Osamu ten years later , but I didn't expect that the other party ten years later would become the head of the Tsushima family.

"It's not Dazai-kun ten years later, it should be from another world." Mori Ogai said calmly, and now he is even more curious about why the other party came here on purpose, "But this Dazai-kun... no, Jin Why did Shima-kun come to our timeline?"

Not paying attention to what Mori Ogai said, Tsushima Shuji turned his eyes to Tsushima Tokuro who was not far away, "Slate? I see, there is a change in me in this world. Didn't I choose the path to become the head of the family?" ?”

"The changes must be caused by something..." Shuji Tsushima paused, and said in a low voice, "Because I couldn't find the meaning of life, I chose the usual path, and I have changed."

He turned his eyes, swept across Midoriya Izuku and Ribaun, and finally fell on Oda Sakunosuke. At this moment, the strange look in his eyes showed no trace of fakery at all.

Shuji Tsushima narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips lightly. He subconsciously took a step in the direction of Oda Sakunosuke, then stopped, looked at him calmly, and said, "My fate is completely different from me in this world. The variable is this gentleman."

He paused for a moment, realizing the specific content from it, "Because you don't exist in my world, is that why I am born now?"

Shuji Tsushima showed a gentle smile, because he hadn't made such a look for a long time, he was even a little uncomfortable, so he just smiled, then regained his indifferent look, and asked:

"Then, who are you who redeemed 'me'?"

The author has something to say: The master of the house has never met Oda Sakunosuke, and in his world line, Oda Sakunosuke does not exist√

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