The whole of Yokohama thought we were together

The young man stood on the top of the building, the light from the arrow feathers illuminated his red hair-horns, and his face was calm when he looked down.

Osamu Dazai moved his lips, and lost his usual composure at this moment, "What... did you do, Odasaku?"

How can ordinary human beings possess such power?

Those who were questioned did not reply.

Oda Sakunosuke jumped off the roof like a cat, almost silent when he landed, but what did not match his silent movements was the sudden change of the shield.

The vines separated from the entanglement, rolled up the gathered arrows, and threw them all back at the same time. Before the crusade team at the front could react, they were hit by their own arrows, and they cried out in surprise.

However, this was not over yet. When the gods in the crusade team finally came to their senses and wanted to attack the vines, the vines suddenly stretched out, turned into birds, and flew into the air at a rapid speed.

The wings of those flying birds scratched the flesh of the gods, and the white shadows passed by—a bloodstain, the shadow of knife light and blood in time and space, making it even more noisy.

Oda Sakunosuke walked up to Osamu Dazai at this time, and answered the other party's question: "I made a wish."

Osamu Dazai: "...what?"

In the next moment, he clearly realized who the wish in Oda Sakunosuke's mouth was made to, he gritted his teeth, and said "tch": "What did Yujinjin say to you?"

Oda Sakunosuke tilted his head, and suddenly bent his lower lip: "He said, our fate is connected."

Rao Dazai Osamu's mind is dexterous, and he never thought that Oda Sakunosuke would say this sentence at this time, and this sentence...

What does it mean?

It's impossible... that's what he thought.

Dazai was stunned.

But the person opposite didn't go into details, he looked at Osamu Dazai's body which was becoming more transparent, his brows were slightly furrowed, there seemed to be a complex emotion in his eyes - fleeting, but he didn't show it on his face.

He raised his hand to touch-touch Dazai Osamu's face, but the moment he was about to touch it, Dazai Osamu took a step back and avoided him.

Oda Sakunosuke's hand was suspended in the air.

"I--"

Osamu Dazai was stunned, and wanted to explain that he just realized his appearance in an instant, and realized what it was like when he met the other party in this suit last time, so he couldn't help but back away.

But the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them at all.

The relationship between them...was no longer a simple relationship between strangers. If the cross-border thoughts in his heart were ignored, they could at least be called friends.

Explaining in this case will only make Oda Sakunosuke feel guilty.

He didn't want that.

He never wanted Oda Sakunosuke to feel sorry for him because of these things.

Osamu Dazai's words stopped abruptly in a single tone, but the person opposite seemed to understand what he wanted to say, shook his head with downcast eyes, and withdrew his hand: "Dazai, you are really..."

He sighed, did not continue, and instead explained what he said at the beginning: "God Inari helped me to come here...to take you home."

Osamu Dazai's fingertips moved unconsciously, but because of his weakness, he let go of his palm, and the book fell to the ground with a "click".

He hurriedly lowered his eyes, as if he was checking the condition of the book, but after lowering his eyes, he couldn't raise them again anyway, and looked at the person standing opposite.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't know.

Odasaku didn't know that he couldn't go back.

He has already cut off all his back roads, and sacrificed all of his own, just to exchange for a truth for this false world.

As of now, nothing can be changed.

"Odasaku...it's too late."

Osamu Dazai took a deep breath, raised his eyes, and smiled slowly, "I'm sorry, Odasaku, you probably did a lot of hard work for me, but... go back, you don't know all of this by-"

"Swallow them all."

A low voice in the air interrupted the conversation between the two.

Oda Sakunosuke and Dazai Osamu looked at the sound, and the Kami Yatagarao raised its wings, and at the command, swarms of crows flew out behind him in an instant, eating up all the birds.

In front of him, Kagutsuchi took a deep breath, and when he exhaled it again, a sea of ​​flames swept across the sky.

The scattered vines immediately gathered together again, and the three-meter-high shield stood in front of the two of them in an instant.

Dazai Osamu looked at Oda Sakunosuke subconsciously, but the other party had already walked forward.

Osamu Dazai wanted to grab him, but the palm he grasped - Sora, only touched the breeze when the other party left.

"No, Odasaku!"

But Sakunosuke Oda rushed out without hesitation, the vines sprang out from the ground, and as he jumped up, it turned into a white sword in his palm. Make a sharp clank!

The flames spread along the place where the blades met, and Oda Sakuyuki's assistant felt a sudden pain in his heart, and subconsciously let go of his hand. Kagutsuchi snorted coldly, and was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue, but saw that the opponent turned the tachi in the palm of his hand into a sword while retreating. With two guns, he pulled the trigger towards his chest.

"Chong!"

"Chong!"

Kagutsuchi sliced ​​open the bullet with a knife, slashed the knife in front of him, and said expressionlessly: "There are two things, although I don't know which god's artifact you are, but it is indeed surprising, but—"

"That's all there is to it."

The rain of arrows, the crows, and the sea of ​​fire are all moving towards Oda Sakunosuke at the same time. At this moment, the world is like a prison, and he is trapped in it.

Yato woke up from a coma, and when he opened his eyes and saw the person fighting in the air, his face was a little dazed: "That red-haired guy, why does he look like a person..."

"I don't know." The artifact Xueyin said next to him, "That person just talked to Dazai Osamu you know for a long time, and now he just fought with Jianyu Leishen. But, speaking of it...so there is really a humanoid artifact? "

"...Sacred Tool?" Yeto was startled, and stood up from the ground, "Sacred Tool?! No, how did he become a divine tool here?!"

"Which god's artifact is that?"

Takeyu Raijin, who was not much different from Yato's situation, also stood up from the ground, his eyes fell on Oda Sakunosuke, his face was full of curiosity and interest: "The humanoid artifact is very rare, how is it compared with Zhu Qi? "

[The point is not this at all!The point is, in this world, shouldn't Oda Sakunosuke be a person! ]

Yato subconsciously looked towards Dazai Osamu's place, and saw that the other party's body had faded to the point of being invisible, but he still picked up the book from the ground, not knowing what to do.

But the next moment, whether it was the people fighting in mid-air or the people on the ground, they all stopped at the same time.

High above the sky, a young man suddenly appeared.

He looked about ten years old, with complicated clothes, long hair loose, and under a white hood, he looked compassionate.

There are two men and women standing behind the young man. They all look good and behave dignifiedly. At first glance, it is clear that their identities are not simple.

Crows and Arrow Rain were killed by Oda Sakunosuke—probably, but Kagutsuchi's fire was unavoidable, and in this moment, he was already scarred.

"Sing it! The female vine, twine and twist it, and fall under the net to silence her mouth."

"--arrest!!!"

The half-swinged Taidao couldn't continue, and countless silk threads appeared in the void, binding his whole body from top to bottom.

Oda Sakunosuke froze, unable to move his body at all.

The god in the air bowed his head towards the young man, and someone softly explained to others: "That's the palace god—the God of Amaterasu!"

"You are the artifact of God Inari."

Oda Sakunosuke raised his eyes to look at the boy who was talking, he let go of his palms, and the sword fell to the ground, but he didn't speak.

"Is Inari-kami not there..." The boy looked around, then thought for a moment, then turned his eyes away from Oda Sakunosuke, and turned to Dazai Osamu who was on the ground.

"Then execute him first."

The young man said word by word, without emotion: "These undead spirits dare to disturb the rules of heaven, and they will be sentenced to death immediately - Yujing."

The woman behind him took a step forward, pointed and raised her hand, and swiped towards Osamu Dazai's neck in the void.

The air flow was broken by the fingertips, like a sharp knife light, falling from the sky at high speed.

However, at this moment, the vines that had calmed down suddenly grew wildly, spread to the sky in an instant, gathered into a strong bunch, and yanked off the silk thread that bound Oda Sakunosuke!

Oda Sakunosuke escaped from it, and the surrounding gods blocked it with arrows, but the other party ignored it and rushed towards the ground!

Moments before the sword light fell on Dazai Osamu, Oda Sakunosuke stood in front of Dazai Osamu.

A white light flashed between the sky and the earth, cutting off the towering vines in an instant, and the light that suddenly rose from the confrontation was sharp and gorgeous.

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

I don't know if the light was too dazzling, but he felt a needle-like pain rising from his eye sockets, spreading violently and continuously to his mind.

In severe pain, he saw the person in front of him stagger two steps, then turned around and walked towards him.

In the backlight, Osamu Dazai couldn't see that person's expression, he could only feel that person approaching, holding his face with his hands with viscous liquid.

"...I made a bet with myself when I came here."

Oda Sakunosuke said this suddenly, then he paused, then shook his head: "Sorry, Dazai, I lost the bet, so... I won't tell you what the bet is."

Osamu Dazai used almost all his strength to finally raise his trembling hand and grab the wrist of the opponent, but it almost slipped down because of the wet blood on it.

He kept repeating the movement of opening his mouth, and worked hard for a long time, but in the end he could only say a title that maybe even he didn't know what he wanted to express:

"Odasaku..."

"Odasaku..."

"Oda... Zuo..."

"Dazai."

The other party interrupted his meaningless shout, leaned down, and pressed against his forehead.

Blood trickled down from Dazai's forehead and down the corners of his eyes—but it wasn't his blood.

"Dazai." Oda Sakunosuke said softly, "Thank you."

Osamu Dazai's pupils shrank suddenly: "No..."

"But I wish you could be more selfish. I hope...your life and death are all for yourself."

"I...I can do it, Odasaku...as long as you don't..." Osamu Dazai said almost incoherently, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the opponent's hand, "Odasaku, you can't let me go through this again Thing...you can't..."

But this time, it was the other party who rejected his farewell.

The bandage tied to the back of the head was torn off by someone, Osamu Dazai saw the person in front of him with suddenly clear eyes, falling apart.

Like burnt paper, Oda Sakunosuke's body shattered in an instant, and turned into ashes inch by inch.

"No...Odasaku..."

Osamu Dazai wanted to reach out to grab the opponent, but when he raised his hand, he felt the wind passing through his fingers, and a dirty pink amulet slipped from his palm.

This momentary pause prevented him from grabbing Odasaku, not even the slightest fragment.

He lowered his head in a daze, and followed Yushou to look at his body—the soul that was about to disappear had a body again, and even, he could feel an inexplicable force surging in his body.

"how come……"

The young man in mid-air uttered in surprise: "The God of Yuling..."

Osamu Dazai opened his lips in a daze: "Yu Ling...God?"

He... didn't want to be a god... He never thought of...

He originally only wanted that person to live well...

But Oda Tsukuru died again.

[In front of me. ]

As if pierced by a long sword, the sudden pain in the chest made Osamu Dazai almost suffocate.

[It's my fault...it's me...it's the fault of these gods...]

[Give it back to me...Give it back to me——]

Osamu Dazai panted and raised his head, the vertical pupils in his kite-colored eyes were sharp and crazy.

[Give him back to me! ! ! ]

The author has something to say: Smith Marcel, it's really a bit of a Calvin...

感谢在2021-05-1223:51:18~2021-05-1501:36:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 piece of warm wine to talk about the old friend;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Morpho;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!