K-type Mage

"Dazai-kun, did you forget to say something?"

After Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Nakaya, two teenagers who had a bad relationship when they met, reluctantly agreed to go together to find out the truth about the resurrection of the ancestor leader and the truth about Huangba's vomiting, and said before without hesitation, "I killed the ancestors." The current leader, Mori Ogai, suddenly said such nonsensical words when they were about to leave.

Chuya Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai.

The boy with kite eyes was listless, with no ups and downs in his voice: "Ah...Mr. Sen, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me." He showed a weird and mean smile, and turned to look at the man behind the desk, "Before I met this little man , I saw a mage who came from afar."

Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to kick this little ghost who called himself "little man" away, but at the moment he could only hold back his anger and listen to them, and showed a subtle expression when he heard "mage": Are you kidding.

"...Master." Mori Ogai looked at him, and smiled helplessly as if confirming something, "It's too much... Isn't this a complete slap in the face? Dazai-kun, did you do it on purpose?"

Osamu Dazai laughed: "Of course it was...intentional! The filthy adult who exploits child labor wants to see you so anxious that your hairline recedes!"

"..." Mori Ogai fell silent, until Osamu Dazai shouted, "Little dwarf, go away, can't you keep up with short legs?" Nakahara Nakaya shot back angrily, "You insidious and cunning bastard killed you!" "—and didn't speak before leaving like this.

The door to the chief's office opened and closed, and the room returned to silence.

The black-haired man finally moved and made a sound: he raised his hand thoughtfully to touch his hairline, and sighed resentfully—"Is it really obvious?"

……

Central Plains is also very interesting.

But Osamu Dazai felt irritated when he thought of that young man's gentle smile and thoughtful words.

What... the kind of firm speech that seems to have seen the future makes people completely uninterested.

"What did you... tell that leader before?" the orange-haired boy asked hesitantly, "Mage?"

"Hmm, he is a troublesome person who makes Mr. Mori lose his hair." Osamu Dazai always used the cheerful tone of a real boy when talking to this little man he met not long ago-teasing the other party more than he thought. The more interesting, "I thought you would ask who is the prisoner?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted irritably: "Then tell me who the prisoner is! Call now!"

They just left Lantang's messy living room, and they are currently wandering aimlessly.

"Don't—" Osamu Dazai elongated his voice, "It's a good thing you can say such a thing, use your brain to think carefully, the enemy's purpose is unknown, now it will be easier after you are ready."

"Huh? Are you looking down on me, suicidal bastard?!"

They quarreled, because they had been banned by Mori Ogai from using violence with each other before, and they were completely arguing like elementary school chickens.

At the end of the quarrel, they decided to play a game to decide the winner.A very energetic and juvenile way of competing.

So they came to the bustling commercial street and played a game with a bad bet.

……

While the two children who were a little bit concerned were looking for the truth, Yuan Shen had already gone to a cake shop quite happily.

Except for the leader who was sent to Huangquan Road by him, the problems faced by the two children remained the same; he thought that it would be enough for him to come out at the end and say a friendly farewell to the leader.

Then, by the way, ask Osamu Dazai if he wants a book.

In the restrained worldview, there is no such thing as "prophecy". The so-called future is changing every moment, and only powerful intelligent life can have a faint premonition of whether it is good or bad when deciding to do something.

Therefore, no matter how remorseful and painful he was, Yuan Shen never thought—"I wish I knew what happened at that time."

His decisions are his own, and the results are his own making; to think so is to deny oneself.

It's just... Occasionally, sometimes, he would want to go back to that moment, to say what he couldn't say, to do what he couldn't do.

The young man by the window lowered his eyes and stuffed the sweet cake into his mouth, with a slightly melancholy expression, as if he could cry out in a second.

……

"Friendship is such a thing...it's troublesome if the other party is a big fool."

The silence of eating alone lasted for a short period of time, and Yuanshen murmured something when he put down the milk tea cup.

He remembered the last words he had said to the living man long ago.

【"If you die... I will never forget you."】

How did the other party respond?

It was the answer that made Yuan Shen gritted his teeth even today.

Sometimes he wondered why he regarded that guy as his best friend.

The crimson warp completely enveloped the shipyard, filled with distorted light and thick smoke.

The ancestor leader who was revived as a supernatural life form appeared in front of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya.

"This soul is just a piece of paper attached to a supernatural power, and this body is just an automatic puppet without heart and self-awareness...*" Holding a long sickle, the former leader of the Western God of Death reacted to Lantang's order Hao Hao, "It's unbelievable...was woken up from a dream, and it turned out to be to chop off the head of the little devil?"

"A sweet dream?" Dazai Osamu, who did not interrupt his brain's rotation even in the severe pain that could be life-threatening, had a gloomy expression, "Hahaha... Do you think death is a sweet dream, the former leader?"

"Don't be tempted, kid." The leader of the previous generation seemed to have the rationality of his youth at this moment, "It was a beautiful dream only once, and death has no value there." He laughed, his skinny appearance looked terrifying, " When I saw him 20 years ago, he looked like he was awake."

Lan Tang frowned in confusion: "Boss, Dazai-kun, what are you talking about?"

Nakahara Chuya also frowned, even if he didn't explain it, he could tell that the scythe in the ancestor's hand was not a supernatural power but a real weapon*, which meant that Dazai, who had nullified his supernatural power, would be killed—so why now? Getting old?

"Ah..." Osamu Dazai showed an expectant expression, "If there is a chance, I really want to have such a beautiful dream."

"Dazai-kun, it was not my intention to kill you. *" Lan Tang did not pursue who the dead man's words were pointing at, but expressed his thoughts in a cold and melancholy manner.

The leader of the previous generation seemed to be just reminiscing with Dazai on a whim, and as Lantang was wrapped in black flames, he also rose into the air, and the scythe shone with silver light. *

Osamu Dazai briefly looked around this too vast subspace, and then expressed his true thoughts in a flat tone: "No way, let's give up, Chuya-kun."

"Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to grab his collar, but he endured it because of the other party's injury, "What idiot are you talking about? Suicide bastard!"

"Because it's terrible." Osamu Dazai said, "Xaidai—are you really just a puppet now?" His expression became serious.

Under the watchful eyes of the three people, the face of the former leader had a strange distortion—as if the skull was smashed and recast and injected with complex elements, just seeing, before the brain made a thought, a certain concept was roughly It poured into my mind.

The chill that seems to be sticky and icy winding down the spine, and the fear of witnessing the thick darkness and blood.

"You are afraid of this", this kind of cognition does not come from itself-you must know that the three people present are more or less ordinary people, but at this moment they are trembling all over and at the same time they are consciously fighting against the rough emotions in their minds.

At the same time, the strange organ sound that resounded through the subspace pierced their ears harshly.

"Huhaha..." The leader of the previous generation laughed hoarsely, his voice was not like a human being, and there seemed to be a foreign object stuck in his throat. It's a pity that I didn't discover your talent when I was alive, Lan Tang."

The scythe swung down.

"What's going on?!" Nakahara Nakaya turned around abruptly, led the injured Dazai Osamu to avoid the sharp weapon that was swung down, and asked him loudly, "What did you find?"

Lan Tang, who was not attacked, stood still, his face lost the melancholy and timid expression, and suddenly appeared in his eyes, he shook violently: "Out of control...why..."

The corpse he dug out from the cemetery and controlled had undergone absolutely impossible changes before his eyes.

The scythe swung down was dodged, and the ancestor leader stood quietly in the air, and the projection was spread on the ground, huge and distorted, and one could even see the strange black shadow writhing in the shadow, as if hiding a living thing inside, just looking at it One glance will give birth to a sense of vomiting.

"I didn't expect it to be like this either!" Osamu Dazai's face turned ugly for the first time, and he didn't know whether it was because his spirit was polluted or the situation exceeded expectations, "That person can't do such a thing—— As if thinking of something, he suddenly shouted in one direction, "Hey! Where are you?!"

"--"source"!You are here! "

"Who are you calling?" Nakahara Chuya was in a much better state than the two of them. Looking at the distorted shadow, he just frowned in disgust, but he also realized that Dazai simply turned his eyes away and didn't look there.

"A year ago, the one who made the ancestors have a dream, also killed the ancestors—" Osamu Dazai tried to breathe steadily, the pain made his consciousness extraordinarily clear, "there is a high probability that he is not a human "mage". "

"Didn't you say Sen killed it?!"

Lan Tang heard these words on the other side, and looked over blankly: ""Yuan"...?Ahh, I seem to have heard such rumors before..." He staggered as if he couldn't stand still, "The "source" born of death, who only fulfills the wishes of the leader, is an immortal monster.I thought it was fake. "

The ancestors above also heard their words.

"He didn't fulfill my wish!" He suddenly became angry, "I was summoned by me, something that should have been me—a traitor!"

The scythe swung down again, Nakahara Nakaya, who was walking with Dazai's snakeskin, scolded angrily: "Although you are very light, why do you look like a corpse!"

Dazai Xu caressed the wound with a painful face: "The injury is serious again...It hurts so much! Please, Mr. Chuya..." He was thinking.

That person didn't pay attention to this side all the time, that is to say, he didn't think this matter was a big deal to him and Zhongye—but now Xiandai was out of control.

Can't continue.Lan Tang seemed mentally unstable, and so was he... that kind of dizziness as if facing the gravitational force of a black hole is really....

Then he heard a crisp crackling sound like the thick ice on a river in early spring cracking inch by inch.

All heard.

——There is a crack in the subspace.