With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

"You see, when your ability fluctuates, it's like mixing a color into pure water, and you can mix up the bowl of water in the blink of an eye...and you are that bright color."

"So you want me to erase my own color and melt like water?"

"...Xunzhen is a very gentle person, why don't you think about it and use your own color to swallow the blank space around you."

"..."

"My answer is, give up the option."

Because, it is not necessary.

Why should he become a strange person, and why should he become a member of the common people? He didn't want to blend into this world.

So, no need.

Whether it's Shizhi or Shendaishu, they will not change themselves for others.

After all, when everything is given, set, programmed, cannot be changed, and cannot break free from the established track, then he is just "playing".

Based on this, everything he did was meaningless.

The black-haired boy in front of him was replaced by a young man in military uniform with a calm expression.

"Sure enough, spiritual supernatural abilities require one's own spirit to be strong enough and strong." Shi Zhi heard his own voice, with a bit of self-deprecation.

"The teacher is strong enough."

"Isn't it?"

The corners of the young man's mouth curled up.

He approached the bound youth on the chair, with a condescending attitude, holding brightly colored pills between his gloved fingers.

In the next second, the foreign object entered the mouth, and the retching feeling subconsciously rejected in the throat, and the sound of water stains mixed with ambiguous fingers were abrupt and vivid in the room.

That clinic wasn't what it used to be.

They bought some potted plants from the carts of the vendors who sold ornamental plants in the town, and the creepers outside the house were coiled along the window sills and along the walls, growing unscrupulously.

Light will penetrate through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

At first the morning will be scorched by the harsh sun.

Gradually, even the light disappeared, and the dark, silent world swallowed the last sound.

There is a sign on the door of the clinic to suspend diagnosis and treatment.

Everyone thought that the doctor and his students would continue to travel, and they might save more people during that trip, and people blessed them.

There were occasional whispers at the door, soft and kind.

So the cellar, which is not illuminated, and the operating room, which is not illuminated, are replaced by new colors and structures.

"Teacher, do you want to hear the story over there?"

The young man hugged his teacher, and under the dormitory of time, his teacher became even thinner, sitting on his lap, leaning on his chest without feeling heavy, and even breathing seemed gentle.

"..."

"The plan of the "Undead Legion" is very smooth. No matter how many people there are, as long as they are still "humans", they will die, be injured, and lose their combat power, but it doesn't matter. We now have "Miss Angel" , they can fight forever, forever. "

"Oh, by the way, teacher, she seems to have some mental problems, why don't you come and meet her with me, after all, the teacher doesn't like children very much."

"..."

The light chestnut-haired young man's eyes were burning, and he opened his mouth.

His voice was hoarse but it was difficult to conceal the clarity of his enunciation and syllables, "...As you said, they are "people". "

"So... it will fail."

The young man raised his hand as usual, and rubbed his student's head. He didn't seem to see the sudden tightening expression of the young man who was holding him.

"Yes, that's why... Teacher, I need you."

"Because our opponents are also made up of "people". "

As long as you have emotions, your mood will be affected, fluctuate, and change.

Then his teacher will always be at the top of it all.

"Shh..."

Touch the other's lips with fingertips.

"I don't want to change anything."

"Because as you said, in my eyes, this world is false, and I will convince me over and over again, telling me, "Yes, it is just as you think." "

The youth's voice was still calm.

Even now it will be difficult for him to "see".

But he is not reconciled, no one who is eager to win will not be crazy when the fruit that is about to be picked is rotten.

The young man raised his head and kissed the tip of the nose of the person in his arms.

"……It's ok."

"..."

"Jingzi?"

The girl raised her head, her body trembling slightly.

The eyes turned from disbelief to collapse and despair, and the uncontrollable tears slowly dripped down at some point.

The young man squatted down and stared at her with his usual gentle eyes.

He raised his hand to caress the girl's head.

"Don't cry."

"When I was young, I was arguing to marry me, so I didn't want to be called a teacher, I didn't want to be in love with a teacher and a student, and I only wanted to be called a doctor, where did Akiko go?"

The girl saw the opponent's thin arms.

Even though it was hidden in the coat, it looked more fragile than before.

The only thing that remains the same is the gentle eyes looking at the person he cherishes the most.

The girl did not reach out to hug her brother.

She was suddenly afraid that the other party would fall down and fall to the ground with a slap like a gift given to her when she was a child, breaking into a pile of rubbish.

"We go home?"

"I inherited a clinic... Although the description of inheriting is not appropriate, but... "home" is actually a good description. "

A smiling young man was reflected in his pupils, and he took out a match from his overcoat pocket, which seemed to hold everything.

In an instant, sparks splashed to the ground, and the reflection room she hated and feared was burned by a fire.

The flames spread and enveloped them.

"Okay, huh?"

"Akiko, don't cry."

"Remember, while showing weakness won't get you better results, showing weakness when appropriate can be a useful weapon."

The young man took her hand.

The hem of the clothes was like burnt white paper.

After every inch was eroded, it left scorched black marks.

"So... as a "survivor", wait for one day to be rescued. "

Yosano Akiko looked at the person she loved, and the person she yearned for would always sleep in the place where he used "home" to joke about.

She heard those people's broken, painful, and sad screams before they died, she heard "why", she heard someone say, "why...why hasn't Dr. Shizhi appeared yet, doesn't he love us the most? ?”.

what……

Suddenly it was noisy.

Waiting for the last rays of light to sink into the lake.

"Yoyosano Akiko?"

"... How lucky, she is the last surviving person in this town, such a beautiful girl, please smile, and come with us."

"Come start your new life."

……

—I will kill him.

Angel suddenly didn't want to save the world she loved.

She knew that that person was the only existence he would not kill.

"I... will kill him."

Shi Zhi heard a very low, very small, very firm voice.

Ah... how sad.

It's a pity, the most original thing is that he can't empathize with such emotions.

[Damage degree 30.00%. 】

The figure of the young man in front of him slowly turned into a man in a white coat with a harmless smile.

Shinji slowly took off his glasses.

"Empathy." "

Mori Ogai, who arrived here at some unknown time, was holding the little girl's hand. Her red dress looked like a blooming flower.

Very beautiful and very colorful.

Those purple eyes stared at his teacher calmly.

The moment the young man's voice fell, Mori Ogai, who had never imagined that the teacher would confront him, suddenly heard many voices.

Many, many.

Some are kind, some are light, some are sad, some are happy, some are longing, some are making wishes...

The most is relief.

The most is despair.

Like the last words left by a dying person, they either sigh with emotion about their life, or want to see their loved ones again, or want to kiss their lover again, or curse-like words, or are unwilling to let him just like this leave.

Those voices were like silk threads wrapped around the brain, and then suddenly tightened.

can not breath.

Unable to make any response, the world is filled and destroyed by countless voices.

The supernatural power of the human form disappeared at some point.

Dazai opened his eyes wide.

The plot follows the story line he imagined, but it is not exactly the same.

The light chestnut-haired young man just smiled, obviously they heard this voice together, but he didn't change a bit.

He even reached out his hand with great interest to catch Mori Ogai who was about to fall to the ground because he accepted too much for a moment, and then let go of his hand suddenly.

"bump……"

The sound of people falling on the grass is not loud.

"Are you going to save him?"

Tokieda looked at Osamu Dazai, who was watching a good show and almost picked up popcorn.

Dazai shook his head.

"Since it's your story, I won't participate."

"Teacher~"

He even bit the tip of his tongue and uttered an ambiguous name in a vague tone.

"...Although it is true, but if you don't save him, what if you are stupid."

Shizhi actually showed some worried emotions, "After all, he is very similar to Aji."

His tone was light and bright.

His eyes are clean and gentle, as if he always coaxes students.

"Ah... the teacher is so gentle." Dazai Osamu sighed inexplicably, "Hey, that's right, why does the teacher suddenly want to kill someone so much?"

"...I seem to recall some of the past." Shi Zhi frowned, as if he didn't know it very well, "In that nightmare, I saw a person who entwined me like a snake, I'm...in pain."

He weighed his words.

Well...it's even more exciting than he thought!The fun this time is really worth looking back on in the future!Dazai smiled brightly.

Shizhi's expression, reaction, and even the fluctuation of his abilities are perfect "role-playing".

Osamu Dazai only felt that his memory was evoked and confused.

He regards "Aji" as his student, because he remembers that his students will not be affected by his own ability-although this seems to be done on his own initiative.

He regards "Sen" as the source of pain in his memory.

He separated Lin Taro, believing that his student is the most beautiful thing in the world, and at the same time making "Sen" the murderer of everything.

very nice.

Osamu Dazai slowly approached Mori Ogai, his former leader was facing the ground.

Wet sweat even dripped into the surrounding ground.

"...Why don't you let the teacher relieve it, after all, the teacher just blessed me to never be influenced by you."

Osamu Dazai has guessed why only "two people" survived in the town at that time.

Yes, two people.

It's just that Tokieda may have blessed "Rintaro" instead of Mori Ogai.

"Ah... yes, I forgot."

Jindai Shu put on his glasses again, and put on the "shu" contained in his name.

Osamu Dazai hugged Tokie from behind slowly, he rested his head on the other's neck, and his kite hair softly brushed against his neck.

The white light of disqualification in the world swallowed the surge of supernatural power fluctuations.

"Let's go?"

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The author has something to say:

So Mori slept face down for the night (bushi).

Brother Shu Zi's story is about to unfold, he is literally Mo De affection.