Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

Seeing that he hadn't moved, Oni Wu Tsuji said with a slightly heavier tone: "Kazuki."

Osamu Dazai smiled when he heard the words: "Since it is requested by Master Wu Mi, I dare not refuse."

When the voice fell, the sand-colored windbreaker on his body slowly faded away, and turned into an indigo kimono. The cloak outside the kimono was embroidered with a layer of fringe, which modified his originally small face. Smaller.

He bowed his head, and the black and straight hair on both sides tilted slightly with his movements, looking obedient and quiet.

"Mr. Miserable."

Gui Wu Tsuji turned to look at Tong Mo, as if he wanted to see what nonsense he had to say.

But Tong Mo's gaze was always on Dazai Zhi, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, but soon he figured out something, suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan didn't bother to listen to him continue, waved Naruto to send him away, and turned back to the research room.

Osamu Dazai watched Kiwu Tsuji go away, turned around and was about to tell Naruko where he was going, when he suddenly heard the other party ask:

"You, is it really you?"

The person opposite was stunned for a moment, but quickly smiled: "What does Miss Ming mean?"

"Master Wu Mi closed his sight because of Tong Mo, but I can see it." Naruto kept her posture still, her voice was calm and unwavering, "As long as it happened in Infinite City, I can see it, including—— Everything you just did inside."

The other party looked down at her without making a sound.

"You replaced Lord Wu Mi's blood," Naruto paused, "You have betrayed the ghost side."

After her words fell for a long time, no one spoke again, so that the atmosphere between the two became more and more tense due to the silence.

After a while, Osamu Dazai—or rather, the real Kazuki—laughed.

The corners of his lips twitched upwards, his eyes did not move, it looked like a smile without any emotion.

"I know." Kazuki's words were slow, but in this case they seemed more powerful.

Naruto finally couldn't hold back, and turned her head slightly, as if trying to meet his gaze.

"I don't know if this stepping stone can be exchanged for Miss Ming's story?"

So Naruto finally understood that the other party was just deliberately giving her a handle to show his favor.

"Why?" She wondered.

"If it was another person standing here, he might say: 'I just want the beautiful lady to live'." Kazuki's tone was light, "But if you want to ask me, I just want to ask you— —Would you really feel at ease if you put your life in the hands of others?"

Naruto knew what he meant.

The lives of all ghosts are not only controlled by Onimai Tsuji Muchan, but also belong to him due to the problem of origin.

In other words, once Onimai Tsujimu dies tragically, they will all cease to exist.

She never thought about this kind of thing before, because her thoughts were connected with the other party. Once she thought deeply, she might die in the next moment. Besides, it was Guimai Tsuji who pulled her out of the hell she was in at the time... …

Although it is not a paradise now.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yixi wasn't worried, he just said, "Would you say we will be the next one?"

Naruto still didn't reply.

That day, she just silently sent Yixi away from Infinite City, without any response after all.

-

Probably because of its reputation, the taverns in this city are crowded even in the middle of the night.

The door was pushed open, and the visitor walked briskly past the counter, said "please give me a glass of beer, thank you", then went straight to the corner of the tavern and sat on the chair there.

Across the table sat a man drinking from a beer bottle. He didn't know how much he drank. His face was already a little red. Even the scarf was taken off by the owner because he was dizzy from the heat, and he threw it aside.

Seemingly aware of someone sitting down, the other party looked up, his slightly squinted water-blue eyes slowly widened after seeing the person, and spit out a monosyllable in surprise: "... oh."

Osamu Dazai crossed his legs and said with a smile, "Meet you again—Master Yato?"

"Huh?" The boy who was called Yato was obviously more surprised, with faint excitement, "You know my name? I remember that I didn't have time to introduce myself last time. Could it be that my reputation is so big that I don't need an introduction? Is it already known to everyone!"

While he was talking, the waiter happened to bring up the beer ordered by Osamu Dazai and put it on the table. He didn't look at Yato's direction the whole time, but looked at Osamu Dazai a few more times, as if he didn't quite understand why You have to keep staring at the opposite side, obviously there is nothing there.

After the waiter left, Osamu Dazai said, "I'm going to disappoint Lord Yato. I just happened to hear you and that—"

He paused for a moment, as if he hadn't thought of any reasonable way to address the birdman, so he simply skipped it: "I heard that's what he called you in the conversation."

"Ah... I thought I was finally famous enough for someone to believe in me."

This boy, who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, was lost in an instant.

believe……?

Dazai Osamu did some analysis on this word, but didn't say much, he just asked: "The last time we met, Yato-sama said that I have the breath of the other side, can you explain in detail?"

The person on the opposite side put the wine bottle aside, with golden eyes, and raised five fingers.

Osamu Dazai gave him a high five.

Nighthawk: "..."

"Go, go, who wants to give you a high-five! I want five yen!" He spread his palms and blinked, "give me five yen, and I will accept your commission and tell you what you want to know. It's a good deal Bar?"

Osamu Dazai nodded, then leaned closer to him, lowered his voice, and blinked his eyes: "Can I pay you on credit?"

Nighthawk: "..."

What's the matter with me relying on this person!Can't even afford five yuan for such a good dress?

Osamu Dazai took out his coat pocket to show him, and said aggrievedly: "I didn't bring any money when I went out...otherwise I'll give you this glass of wine."

His eyes fell on his untouched beer on the table, the meaning was self-evident.

Yato struggled for a while, and finally, for the sake of Beer, he reluctantly agreed.

"Forget it, since you are so sincere, I will tell you generously!"

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, showing a serious and confident smile, as if he was not in a tavern at the moment, but in a magnificent hall or a heavenly palace full of fairy spirits, his whole image became taller in an instant.

Then he said word by word: "I am a god!"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

He waited for a while, seeing that Yato still maintained this pretentious demeanor, he was blessed to his heart: "Oh, that's how it is."

"Hey! Your reaction is too dull!!!" Yato was dissatisfied, "I am also one of the 800 million gods, shouldn't human beings react more violently when they see gods!"

Osamu Dazai hesitated and said, "Hmm...probably because I never thought that gods would eat roadside stalls beside flowers..."

Yetou was a little worried.

"There are no attendants yet..."

Yato almost wanted to vomit blood.

"I don't stay in my own shrine and come to the human world to drink, and I ask humans for five yen."

There are no shrines, no believers, no money, and the 800 million gods who are referred to as Sanwu for short, Yato, the last little god, wants to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"It's just because!" Yato tried to hold the respect, "I'm tired of seeing the scenery of Gao Tianyuan, why don't you want to come to the human world!"

Osamu Dazai thinks that the ridicule should be moderate, so as not to say too much, the other party will be angry and run away, and it will be bad if no one answers his doubts by then.

So he nodded in agreement: "Yes, so the great Night God can tell me what's going on with me?"

Seeing that he no longer doubted himself, Yato breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression became a little more serious.

He squeezed his chin and looked at Osamu Dazai carefully for a moment, and then suddenly let out a surprised "Huh".

Dazai raised his eyebrows.

"I originally thought that there was something wrong with Huangquan Biliangsaka, but I just discovered today that the breath of the other side on your body seems to come from a certain god."

As if becoming more and more sure of his thoughts, Yato nodded to himself.

Osamu Dazai leaned back on the chair behind him: "So, what does this mean?"

Yato asked without answering, "You know Huangquan Hirazaka, right?"

"It is said that the place where people enter after death is the road to the underworld." Dazai Osamu answered quickly, "It is the final destination of the mother god Izanami."

Yato nodded: "Generally speaking, after death, people will become undead and enter Huangquan Hirazaka, but there are also some undead who stay in place due to obsession or loss of memory. The name becomes the artifact. The other shore we refer to refers to the dead spirits, monsters composed of strong negative emotions of people, gods and artifacts.

"And the living are the people you see in the tavern except me, they are called this shore.

"The place between this bank and the other bank is called the narrow space. The gods come from the other bank, wander in the narrow space, accept the believers' beliefs and fulfill their wishes."

Having said that, he changed the subject: "However, there are exceptions."

"Like me?" Osamu Dazai seemed to understand something, and smiled.

"It's you." Yeto looked at him, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if he was observing something, "It stands to reason that people on this side usually can't see gods, and only when we deliberately show our presence can we be seen by ordinary people." People have noticed. But you are clearly beyond the range of this shore—you are already in the narrow gap."

Hearing the conclusion that he might not be human anymore, Osamu Dazai didn't seem to have a big emotional fluctuation. He digested the key information in the other party's words for two seconds, and then got an inference based on it.

"In other words, I may have been pulled into the narrow space by the god you speak of from this shore, or I may have been pulled into the narrow space from the other shore?"

If it is drawn into the narrow space from a human being, it may be an evil thought; if it is drawn into the narrow space from a dead spirit, it may be a good intention.

This guess is a positive and a negative two extremes.

"You can say that, but according to my observation," Yato said confidently, holding his chin, "is it true that you can't see the existence of monsters and undead?"

Osamu Dazai: "Why do you think so?"

Yato pointed to the empty seat next to Osamu Dazai: "Because there is a dead spirit next to you who has been staring at the beer from the beginning to the end, and he is about to die of hunger, but you didn't respond at all."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

It sounds like a horror story.

"However, this is also a good thing." Yato said with a smile, "This shows that you have not yet fully become a narrow person, and there is a possibility of returning to your original state."

Speaking of this, his eyes began to become sly, and his smile began to be malicious: "If you give me another five yen, I will accept your commission and help you find a way."

"No money." Osamu Dazai said decisively, and then asked in confusion, "Actually, this is not bad, why should I recover?"

Yato smiled, probably because he had never seen someone who gave up so quickly, he was a little stunned for a while.

After all, as gods, most of the dead spirits they come into contact with yearn for those who are alive.

Do human beings always know how to cherish after losing?

Thinking about it this way, Yato's expression inevitably turned cold, but he still reminded: "If you stay in a narrow space for a long time, you will be a demon. Do you know what you will attract?"

Dazai was silent.

In fact, he really didn't know what kind of consequences he would get in the end, but the unknown things made him happy, and even caused a secret excitement in his heart.

Even if he died, it was a way of death that he had never seen before.

How wonderful.

Thinking of this, he seemed to be unable to bear it, and let out a low laugh, but he didn't continue the topic, just smiled politely and nodded: "Thank you, God Ye Dou, for your confusion, I will make up the entrustment fee when we meet next time .”

After speaking, he got up and walked towards the door of the tavern.

Yato was silent for two seconds, and finally turned his head and shouted to him: "I will be here for the next few months, if you change your mind, I will accept your commission at any time."

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, his hand had already opened the door of the tavern, and the next moment, he left the place without stopping.

Yato withdrew his gaze and let out a soft "huh".

"The ignorance of man..."

The author has something to say: [Small theater time in one sentence]

① Dazai: This time, I really don’t behave like a human being!

②Living in a narrow space, voiced by mamo, and handsome, oh!It's you!Yamata no Orochi! (?

Note: Yato is the protagonist in the manga "Noragami", one of the 800 million gods. To prevent spoilers, his real identity will not be mentioned here.Those who have read it may find that there are some discrepancies from the original work, which are my private settings. For example, in the original work, most of the dead will float to the mountains and forests instead of entering the underworld. Another example is the setting about Izanami in the future.Reminder from the front row, private settings may be like a mountain.

If you haven't seen it, if you don't understand the storyline, you can ask directly, and I will explain it!