Extraordinary Shura field of special magic equipment

time jump.

"Record

Death of Sakunosuke Oda"

"I know your purpose."

Osamu Dazai was sitting on the bar counter wearing a dark overcoat, dragging his chin with one hand, speaking indifferently.

"Brandy, thank you."

The blue-eyed young man sat beside Osamu Dazai, his tone was flat, he was wearing light-white haori, which was out of tune with the atmosphere of the bar, more like an ignorant young master who had strayed into the place, but his gestures and gestures carried a sense of familiarity with this kind of place.

"Hey, if you get drunk in front of me, you won't be able to wake up again." Osamu Dazai looked at the crystal-plated wine glasses on the bar counter under the light.

"No." There was no expression on the blue-eyed face, "I don't want to talk more with you, let's talk directly, I need to get the "rules" of Yokohama. "

That blank "book".

It shelters Yokohama, so there are few traces of curses here.

It is the "rule" here.

Blue Eye needs a bargaining chip. His purpose is very simple, which is to destroy the rules of the world.

This kind of useless restraint and useless rules created him who should not exist.

There is no need to exist.

Then destroy it.

When he gets enough power of rules, he will be able to destroy the original ones, and then create new rules.

There will be no reappearance of beings as ostracized as him.

He will no longer envy human beings, nor will he feel alienated from the world.

"Do you want a showdown as soon as you come up? But I don't want to answer the conversation. After all, your eyes are your special ability." Osamu Dazai took a sip of his wine, still with the spicy and familiar taste, "Let me guess, you You can see... cause and effect."

"I can see things that others can't see, and live in this incompatible world." Osamu Dazai continued with his blue eyes unwavering, "Ah, so, what is the purpose of living, and what is the meaning of living?" What is it, why are you desperately trying to keep your eyes open in this corrupt world."

The iris-colored eyes were filled with pitch blackness that could not be seen to the bottom.

He has witnessed countless deaths.

But he didn't find what he was looking for.

The blue eyes were still calm, looking at him quietly.

If calculated according to the age of human beings, he is about the same age as Shendu, and he is a very young existence among human beings.

"Living itself has no reason, or you can give him any reason you want."

Fu Sangshen's smiling voice sounded from the door, and with the sound of the bell opening the door, Shen Dumin closed the umbrella.

"Wow, let me tell you, it's raining outside."

He walked to the bar, asked for a clean towel, and wiped his wet hair.

The ghost knows that he can only be regarded as a realized spirit body, and he can also be drenched by rain.

Pretty outrageous.

Even Osamu Dazai didn't know how much he heard, and the expression of Shen Dumin was impeccable.

People who are too smart are often lonely.

Shen Dumin dried his hair and said to the bartender, "Thank you for the whiskey."

"...No drinking."

It was the voice of Blue Eyes.

"Has Shendu forgotten the glorious experience of pouring a cup?"

It was Osamu Dazai returning to his usual flat tone.

Kantomin looked at Osamu Dazai with a provocative face and blue eyes with low pressure.

Changed silently: "Coffee, put more sugar."

The blue-eyed tone was indifferent: "Coffee is changed to fruit juice, less sugar."

Shen Dumin: "...Come to the bar to drink juice? Are you kidding me?"

Coffee was already his biggest concession.

Blue eyes glanced at him lazily, "Oh, then change it to milk, thank you."

"...Then can I put more sugar?"

Looking at the transparent and beautiful blue eyes, Shen Dumin succumbed.

Can't beat, can't beat, really can't beat.

"Wow, Shendu is really a child!" Osamu Dazai looked at them meaningfully, then raised the wine glass in his hand, "Your reins tie you so tightly, it will be uncomfortable, so you can reluctantly I'll let you have a sip of my wine, it's still cold."

Shendumin didn't take the wine, and didn't say much.

He looked into Dazai Osamu's iris eyes.

After a pause, he said, "If you can't find it, you can look for it in another place."

Osamu Dazai's hand holding the wine glass froze in the air.

As if thinking of something, Fu Sangshen's tone changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Well, when I didn't say anything today, I just came to ask Dazai... why did you fill in my address for the canned crab meat you bought? Now my house is full of cans, and I can’t even squeeze them into the house.”

God knows Osamu Dazai has since found out that his residence is safe-anyway, anyone who gets close to him will be wiped out and killed.

And it was very easy to get in - there were three locks on the door last time, which didn't stop Osamu Dazai.

It's like using it as a warehouse.

Lanyan is engaged in business outside and doesn't come back often. The lonely Shendumin has to live with all kinds of strange things bought by Dazai all day long.

Good guy, if Osamu Dazai didn't count him as half of his colleagues and boss, he would have lost his head.

Of course, he would never say that everything that Osamu Dazai sent was manipulated by him, and there was always a pit for him to jump into.

Bursts of black air rose from Shen Duming's body.

Osamu Dazai never got through on the phone, and he really couldn't stand the canned crab meat all over the room today.

Unexpectedly, he was very lucky and was caught by him.

"Hey, is Shendu so angry that he wants to kill me? Then hurry up, hurry up."

Dazai's tone was full of impatience.

You killed him, and he thanked you, Shendu Ming sighed.

"Drink drink drink and keep your mouth shut."

As he spoke, he picked up the milk from the bar and took a sip of the milk that didn't fit in the bar.

Well, it's pretty sweet.

The bartenders are so nice.

"Ah, that's right." Shendu said lightly, "When the matter at hand is resolved, I can bid farewell to you guys indefinitely."

"I'm just a part-timer after all."

He thought of Mori Ogai's words, and thought of that indifferent conversation where transactions were written in every word and deed.

Well, everything is fine... But if you want to move his wick, you can only destroy it all.

He could feel the intricacies of Yokohama, so both he and Blue Eye cleverly put themselves in a delicate position, not to interfere with the established trajectory here.

Like an indifferent outsider.

What Blue Eyes wants is only the power of some of the rules on the "book", and has no desire for more core things.

This is why they can still stay in Yokohama without restraint.

Dazai didn't speak.

He looked at Fu Sangshen's god-like appearance, like... a weak and bright candle.

But why... so glaring.

He said slowly: "Then I hope your rein won't go off the rails, oh yes, tonight I want to eat crab meat dinner! Shendu will do it!"

"...No dinner tonight."

Shen Dumin said, "I want to go shopping with Lanyan."

"……shop?"

These two words are not in Osamu Dazai's dictionary.

"That's right, just go down the street to taste all kinds of snacks, and then look at the new interesting things that are on the market. It would be even better if there are good-looking figures. It's a good way to kill time. I'm a little bored recently."

Shen Duming seemed to be a very normal, adolescent boy, even though he had already been stained with blood all over his hands in such a short period of time, he couldn't wash it clean.

All the people who joined the mafia that Kamiwata and Osamu Dazai have met are different.

Just for the boy beside him, he can do anything.

Can……

Why did he, who had known this for a long time, feel his heart beating stagnantly.

Ah, what a nuisance.

He hates dogs.

Osamu Dazai thought.

"Well, it's getting late, let's go, Blue Eyes."

The blue-eyed boy had a rare rest today, he rubbed his temples, and was just dragged away by Fu Sangshen.

It was still raining outside, so Shen Dumin opened his umbrella.

The slightly larger umbrella covers two people perfectly.

"Yokohama is still not the place you should come to." Blue eyes broke the stagnant atmosphere.

"But you are here."

Since waking up, Shen Dumin's words seem to have no negative emotions, and they are always light and cheerful.

"I should have arrived at the bar earlier, but I met a man on the road who said the same thing as you." Shen Dumin thought of the handsome man in a top hat and beard, "He Also tell me that Yokohama does not belong to me."

"Also mentioned, three moments of conception and balance."

"I don't care about that."

He is an outsider and someone who can shake the current situation in Yokohama.

"He's right."

Blue Eye walked side by side with him in the rain, and the sound of the rain mixed with his voice, making his voice much blurred.

"I have used you to gain enough power, so I give you the right to find the truth."

He said lightly.

"After knowing that, if it's painful, you can do anything to me."

Those lines can seal things he doesn't want, such as feelings, memories, and...

Those truths that only he knew after he became the wick.

Soul and sex are mutually restrictive and equal.

Therefore, Fu Sangshen who wakes up with a spirit body will lose most of the human feelings, because the human shell that later belonged to him has disappeared.

Blue Eyes knows that no matter whether he regards himself as a human god from the bottom of his heart, or the Fusangshen who aspires to become a human being, they are the same... But the god who is thousands of years later has what he thinks is the most beautiful thing.

After all, in the final analysis, they are not in the category of human beings.

And now, wick and body, they are destined to be entangled with each other, to take and give from each other.

If it's a lie, hide it for the rest of your life.Even if it would be cruel to him, to his loved ones.

Shen Dumin suddenly laughed, his laughter was a little blurred in the sound of rain.

"Silly~ son~ blue~ eyes."

"Those things, I gave up voluntarily. Since it will feel painful, I don't want it."

"But I suddenly feel a little pity, because, ah, I think, if I have those things, can I understand why I feel so bored now."

He began to feel bored with his current situation.

Live a meaningless life every day.

He was able to take the lives of those people to fill himself with a deadpan expression, and leave them benevolent and cruel.

Also let those people live because of the funny speech they occasionally make when they beg for mercy.

He felt hollow and dull.

Even if it gets stronger and stronger, it will only feel boring.

No one really wants to be near him because he represents death.