Don't worry, Yokohama is about to end

When Hibari Kyouya opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a campus.

A building with a classroom clock on the top floor stood quietly in front of his eyes. With this as the center, several familiar teaching buildings were regularly distributed around it. Looking around, there was silence everywhere, only the bell for class was ringing. Response from school.

Ten-year-old Hibari Kyouya held the duckweed cane vigilantly, and inspected the campus in front of him with a harsh and critical eye.

Then he quickly came to the conclusion that this school should be included in his territory.

Whether it is the architectural style or the orderly atmosphere revealed in the school, the young Master Yunshou is very satisfied.

Well, this school is very good, it's mine now.

Hibari Kyouya nodded, ready to go back to the school gate and take a look at the school's name.

At the same time, a voice sounded unhurriedly behind him.

"What are you doing, kid, class is already in session, your seat should be in the elementary school next door."

This voice sounds quite familiar, if you insist on describing it, it is very similar to him five years later.

Hibari Kyouya turned his head, and a thin silhouette came into his eyes.

The person who came was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, wearing a white uniform shirt, black trousers, and a school uniform jacket that was one size bigger, and it was not easy to wear. It was like a cloak, hanging on his shoulders, and he had a "Peaceful Style" badge pinned to his arm. armbands.

His eyes were long and narrow, and his pupils were as black as ink. When he looked at people, he had a sense of menace that was exposed.

And the most important thing is - his appearance is basically the enlarged and mature version of the ten-year-old Skylark Kyouya.

Little Skylark looked at this person whose appearance was similar to his own, and knew that he didn't need to look at the name of this school—this middle school that he liked everywhere was his territory—and Sheng.

The black-haired boy looked at the juvenile version of Skylark, obviously from the angle of looking up, but for some reason, when he did it, he had the aura of looking straight up.

"This school is great, but, it's my turf."

Little Skylark pulled out the duckweed crutch from the other sleeve, shook it down slightly, and revealed the spikes on it.

"I will kill you and take back my Bingsheng."

The other party looked down at himself who was one size smaller, raised his eyebrows with interest, and raised a very provocative smile in the eyes of others, "Huo? Interesting, if you can do it, let's try it."

As soon as he finished speaking, two pairs of duckweed crutches, one big and one small, collided together, making a metallic rubbing sound.

??

in the dark

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that the aura of Mei and that Yunshou kid disappeared, and they should have dispersed when they were pulled into the mirror.

He looked around and could see nothing but things piled up in the aisles on either side.

Square, triangular, circular, and arc-shaped, with different outlines and shapes, are lined up unevenly.

Indistinctly, occasionally a little light came out of it - obviously, these things were aimed at himself.

Zhong Yuanzhong also realized that something was wrong, he took a tentative step forward, and sure enough, the touch from the bottom of his feet confirmed his guess——

He changed back into human form.

The ocher-haired youth stretched his limbs after a long absence.

The texture of the leather glove from the fingertips, the slight restraint in the throat, and the brim of the hat touched when he raised his hand to touch the top of his head, all told him that he had returned to the most familiar posture.

"What, I didn't expect this illusion to be capable." Zhong Yuan also laughed.

The young man's deep voice spread out in the dimness, like some kind of signal, and it blazed brightly in an instant.

When the white light dissipated, Zhong Yuanzhong also found himself standing on a strange corridor, surrounded by distorted fog, and the only thing that could be recognized were the layers of mirrors pointed at him on both sides.

[It will reflect the "people you don't want to see" or "things you are afraid of" in the realm to attack, and turn into an out-and-out hell in the mirror...]

Hanako's voice rang in Nakahara Chuya's mind, and at the same time, a thin humanoid silhouette appeared in the mist.

Scared of something?

Interesting, let him see what will happen.

Zhong Yuanzhong also waited patiently.

The fog cleared, and a white-haired boy with a dagger in his hand appeared in front of the red-haired youth with a smile.

Shirase...

This is Thunderbolt Street.

Nakahara Nakaya calmly looked at his former companions, the former base that took him in.

Shirase hunched over as usual, squatting at the gate of the "Sheep" base, playing with the black and poisoned dagger in his hand.

As if noticing the gaze of the red-haired young man, Shirase turned his head to look at the young man, with a familiar smile that was the same as in memory.

"Ah, Chuya, it looks like you've been living a good life recently."

Shirose said with a smile, behind him there were crooked iron sheets and houses piled up, and the abandoned and garbage were baked by the hot sun, giving off a unique smell of corruption.

This smell, along with the white-haired boy's laughter, drifted into the realm of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

Zhong just stared at Shirase quietly, as if he was just looking at a dull stone, and there was no ripple in his heart.

"boring……"

The red-haired young man withdrew his gaze, and instinctively walked in the opposite direction, passing by Shirase who was saying hello.

"What, it looks amazing, obviously it's a dirty monster."

The voice of ridicule reached the young man's ears unabashedly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused as he was leaving, and found that the white-haired boy appeared in front of him again at some point.

The only difference is that this time the smile disappeared from Shirase's face.

His pupils were morbidly dilated to the extreme, and he stared at the young man expressionlessly, and the dagger in his hand was stabbed into a wound, dripping blood dripping down.

"I said, Chuya, I've wanted to say it since a long time ago."

"You are so disgusting."

"The way you can't speak clearly is disgusting, the way you chase after us is disgusting, and the way you are being ordered to beat up the mafia is also disgusting."

"Hey, tell me, you are so disgusting, you look like a monster, how did you have the nerve to live until today?"

Nakahara didn't answer either, just looked at Shirase blankly.

"Don't believe me..." Shirase tilted her head and said excitedly in a tone of sharing a secret, "It's not just me who thinks so, everyone thinks so!"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers lightly, and countless figures appeared behind Shirase.

Dressed in the clothes of members of the "Sheep", with "laughing" stickers on their faces, they gathered together and whispered.

"nausea……"

"Like a monster."

"That's weird, hee hee."

……

Noisy whispering sounds one after another, converging like streams towards the Central Plains.

Just when the malicious waves were about to wet the soles of Chuya's shoes, the youth surrounded by them finally reacted.

He raised his hand, rubbed his forehead like a headache, and said impatiently, "Are you finished? Get out of the way when you are done, you are blocking the way."

The noise suddenly stopped

The dolls headed by Shirase stopped snickering and stared straight at the young man, as if they wanted to find a trace of pain on his face.

However, Zhongya, who had already seen through their tricks, let out a haha ​​and sneered, "Hey, don't you think that this kind of old sesame seed and rotten millet is worth using as a weapon?"

The red-haired young man who said so slowly bent down, and pressed the palm of the black glove on the mirror accurately, "Go to hell, trash."

The young man's cobalt blue eyes were calm, and he saw that with a slight force on his hand, he shattered the first mirror lightly.

Shirase and Leibojie disappeared, replaced by a boy with bandaged eyes standing in front of Chuya Nakahara.

It is Osamu Dazai of the Dark Ages.

"Hmph, sure enough, I thought you should show up too."

Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed unsurprisingly. He clenched his right fist and moved his wrist, "What? Do you have something to tell me?"

"Let's talk about it first, since you have an angry face, don't blame me for blowing your head off."

The bandaged boy didn't speak immediately, but silently stared at Chuya Nakahara.

His exposed iris pupil is as deep as an abyss, as if looking at you, but when you look seriously, you can only see nothingness.

This half-dead appearance, so familiar to the eyes, made Zhong Yuan Zhong also stunned, and secretly raised his inner vigilance.

"You look like this, but you imitated it pretty well."

The red-haired young man glanced at the kite-eyed boy, and continued to look for the mirror that released the illusion.

The young Osamu Dazai still didn't speak.

He watched Chuya's every move silently, until Zhongyuan Zhongya once again locked on a mirror and was about to smash the mirror, he finally spoke.

"Zhongye..."

Osamu Dazai said unhurriedly, "Why are you still struggling?"

"How many times have I said that it was a mistake for you to appear in this world. Like me, what's the point of enduring pain and clinging to a false life?" (①)

"It's that sentence again."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stepped on the mirror, not even interested in turning his head.

If it was in the past, this sentence might have made Nakahara Chuya look up, but it is a pity that Mr. Gravity has already learned these words when he was 16 years old and was hung up in the laboratory.

So at this moment, Chuya, who heard this, was in no mood.

However, Osamu Dazai, who was transformed into a phantom, did not give up so easily. He was silent for a while, and said again, "Are you still like this? This time, who are you imitating?"

This time, Zhong Ye's expression changed.

He looked up at "Dazai Osamu", his voice slightly tense: "What did you say?"

As if aware of the ups and downs of the young man with red hair, Osamu Dazai came out from the shadows, "Isn't it right? In the eyes of the leader, you are a loyal and powerful subordinate; Gravity; in the eyes of the enemy, you are the executioner who makes them fear... What a perfect and fulfilling individual."

"But, for you, are these really what Nakahara Chuya himself is looking for?"

"Is it really not the "Chuya Chuya" that you, as a monster, specially imitated? "

The words of "Osamu Dazai" made Chuuya's breathing slow down a bit, but soon he regained his composure.

Only this time, it was Nakaya's turn to stare at Osamu Dazai in front of him.

The gravity user stared at the phantom, and his handsome and flamboyant facial features revealed a dark and gloomy feeling in the space filled with mist.

"Isn't it, Chuya?"

Osamu Dazai walked towards Nakahara Nakaya step by step, his exposed eyes were empty and dark, he raised his hand, and unwrapped the bandage from the forehead, and added word by word, "You as a monster, and the nothingness Natural disasters are no different from emotionless storms and lightning, human beings always pursue something, Chief Mori pursues power and organization, Akutagawa longs for my approval, Ozaki Koyo chooses to carry out the black road after his heart dies."

"They are struggling in their desires, sinking between life and death, and you Zhongyuan Zhongye, what are you pursuing?"

"Giving all your blood and desire to the organization, is that what you want? Isn't that another imitation?"

The area that Osamu Dazai hid under the bandage was fully exposed, it was a round mirror the size of an eyeball.

Osamu Dazai, who was transformed into an illusion, raised his eyes and stabbed slowly for the last time, "Chuya, look at my eyes, what is reflected in them?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyes to look at the eyeball-sized mirror, and the image reflected in it made his pupils shrink sharply.

It was an image that no matter how calm he was, he couldn't keep his composure——

"Dazai Osamu" smiled, his bare left eye reflected everything he saw.

And inside, there is a monster as black as black flames, burning and twisting, looking at Zhongya Zhongya through the mirror.

The phantom of hell in the mirror opened his lips, and whispered softly, "You are this monster, Chuya."

Central Plains was also silent.

He stared motionlessly at the pupils in the phantom human-shaped eye sockets, the light reflected in the cobalt blue eyes was flickering, like a candle that was about to be extinguished, struggling in vain for the last time.

【Successful】

The smile on the face of the illusion monster gradually deepened, and just when it couldn't help but laugh out loud, it saw the eyes of the red-haired young man change, and the corners of his mouth curled up as if triumphant, "So many ramblings, it can be regarded as a catch!" It's your bastard's feet."

The pupils of the illusion monster shrank.

He did it on purpose!

From the very beginning, this man named Chuya Zhongyuan intentionally guided its actions, and deceived it with pretended fluctuating emotions and vacillating expressions, just to make it show its flaws on purpose!

Damn, cunning monster!

The fantasy that reacted regretted endlessly.

It dissipated the virtual image of Osamu Dazai in an instant, trying to hide back in the mist again.

But it's not fast enough, at least not faster than gravity!

"Oh, can you escape?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, he raised his hand, and his movements were as fast as lightning.

The next moment, the young man's fingers wrapped in supernatural powers mercilessly poked into the monster's eye sockets, and then, amidst the monster's screaming and screaming, he gently crushed the round pupils. Grinded to pieces.

"Damn! Damn!"

"Chuya Chuya! You are a monster! No one will accept you as a non-human! No one!"

The phantom fog struggled and roared, but finally dissipated temporarily unwillingly.

A door appears at the end of the corridor.

"Monster? No one will accept me?"

In the silent silence, the red-haired youth murmured a rhetorical question.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head, looking at the debris dug out by his fingertips.

After a while, he chuckled and rubbed his fingers casually, so the last bit of glass residue disappeared.

So what if no one accepts him?So what if it's a monster?

——"Hey, it seems like I, he? Mom cares."

Zhong Yuan put one hand back into his pocket, left behind the shards of the mirror, and opened the door at the end of the corridor.

??

Behind the door, a spiral staircase made of mirrors is displayed in front of the young man.

These mirrored steps form a corridor, which spirals upwards and expands, forming a wide interior space layer by layer.

Zhong Yuan raised his eyes and saw a familiar silver-haired girl standing on the other side of the stairs with her back to him.

The girl was holding a strangely shaped gunblade in her hand, she was looking sideways, her golden eyes were focused on the figure beside her, and she was saying something to him.

Zhong Yuan looked at Mei from a distance, and slowly frowned.

Because at this time, there was a figure that Nakahara was very familiar with standing beside Mei Zhishang——

Ocher hair, cobalt blue eyes, and a very representative black suit.

That is none other than another, "Central Plains Chuya".