Why aren't people raising me

Masaharu Nakahara stared blankly at the figure in front of him, they were two volunteers who were talking.

"No, we can't hold it anymore. There are not enough medicines and doctors. Even children with a little medical knowledge are used as manpower."

"what?"

"Yes, it's the child."

My body seems to be in pain, where does it hurt, and when was it hurt?

"Masaji, Masaji?"

Matsuda Jinpei's call came from beside him, and Masaharu Nakahara seemed to come back to his senses, and turned to look at him, "Brother Jinpei, I just..."

"I just want to ask you, have you been here all this time?" Matsuda Jinhei had doubts about something in his eyes. He looked at the surrounding environment intently, reached out and stroked his forehead, looking very tired.

"I... am I hallucinating?"

Yazhi didn't hear his whisper to himself, Yazhi only saw the blood-oozing bandage of the curly-haired youth, "Brother Zhenping, you're not seriously hurt, hurry up and rest."

He pushed Matsuda Jinhei to the newly vacated bed, then lifted his clothes to check the wound,

"Hey, hey, I won't occupy the bed."

"Just a moment, I'll help you deal with the injury."

"The medicine is not enough, I can insist on it, let those who need it more..."

Nakahara Masaharu untied his gauze in circles, "If there is no accident, rescue should arrive in 15 minutes..."

Matsuda Jinhei raised his eyebrows, "You figure it out."

"Correct."

"Based on the preparation speed and distance of each agency, it is indeed about this time." Matsuda Jinhei hissed because of the pain, and he looked at Masaharu Nakahara's skillful technique in surprise, "Masaharu, although I already knew what you are not Ordinary kid, but...you look like a highly trained doctor."

Has his talent gradually emerged?

Natural disasters show tragedy in front of your eyes. You will see stumps and corpses everywhere. You will see the ugliest or brightest side of human nature. Some people push their own kind into the torrent for a piece of driftwood. The general guards the child under his body, pain, death, and despair are the most indispensable things in natural disasters.And in such a harsh environment, in such an unbearable atmosphere, Nakahara Masaharu was actually calm and calm. No matter how much pressure he was under, he never showed cowardice, which is a gesture that is difficult for adults to do.

Matsuda Jinpei even saw him reprimanding a doctor who made a mistake. The doctor was so frightened that he saw the patient's wound.

"How long are you going to dawdle, can't you see that he is in pain? Every breath he takes is suffering now, but he has been persisting!"

The voice that has not changed its voice is full of anger, which makes people's spirits shake.

But then, his tone softened, "Sorry, I didn't mean to lose my temper with you, it's just an emergency, you can go to the side and have a rest."

"Thank you for coming here with your passion."

At that time, probably no one looked down upon Masaharu Nakahara, who was still a child in appearance.

This is the Masaharu Nakahara that Matsuda Jinhei has never seen. This is a scene that can only appear under special circumstances.

So Matsuda Jinpei asked him incredulously, "When did you master these skills?"

Masaharu Nakahara raised his eyes, and the white eyelashes with strong presence cast a shadow under his eyes, "Because I want to be useful, no matter what I do, I will try my best to do my best, and I must go to the extreme in any field I touch. high place."

Matsuda was dumbfounded.

And Nakahara Masaharu seemed to be holding back a mouthful of resentment, as if he was competing with someone, "I am living a very happy life now. As everyone expected, I am a child who is loved by everyone. You paved the way for me. I'm on a smooth path to a bright future."

He put the last piece of tape on the gauze, his eyes were persistent and sharp, "But the child's time is going to pass, and it's time for me to wake up from a carefree state. I have the responsibilities I want to take, and the goals I want to achieve." The purpose, the meaning of wanting to achieve, so Brother Zhenping, I will use the title of 'genius' in the future to do things that you can't imagine."

Masaharu said a lot in one breath, but Matsuda Jinpei felt a strong sense of foreboding.

He was not relieved or proud, but full of regret and inexplicable sadness.

"Why are you doing this all of a sudden..." Matsuda Jinpei said in a low voice, "You seem to be protesting and venting to someone."

Masaharu Nakahara was stunned for a moment,

"I……"

"Yaji!"

A distant cry.

Masaharu Nakahara opened his eyes wide in surprise, and when he turned his head, he saw a red-haired figure jump fearlessly from the helicopter in mid-air.

"Chu, Chuya!" Masaharu Nakahara stood up, "Why are you here?"

Nakahara Chuya ran over quickly, and Masaharu just wanted to open his arms to hug him, but the other party held Masaharu's shoulder and looked him up, "It's not injured, it's useless powers!"

"I, I'm useless, but there's nothing wrong with my body." Masaharu Nakahara allowed him to check, "Look, I'm fine everywhere now."

"You have blood all over you."

"It belongs to a patient. I helped move many wounded."

As soon as the words fell, Masaharu Nakahara was pressed into his arms by Nakahara Nakahara.

It was a very strong hug. Masaharu Nakahara felt that he was being pressed by two iron walls. He tried to relax his nervous heart with an exaggerated tone.

"Chuya, Chuya, you are so disgusting... The mackerel is going to call us slimy slugs again..."

"Let him say, see if I don't hang him under the electric light and circle around." Nakahara Nakaya said angrily, and then told Masaharu the most concerned news, "There are some supplies on the helicopter, I asked Nakata to negotiate, at least I can give you an emergency."

Nakahara Masaharu rested his head on his shoulders, and found that he seemed to be taller again.

As a reunion after a catastrophe, this hug is particularly long and warm.

But at the end, Nakahara let go of Masaharu gently, and Masaharu realized that his eyes were a little too red.

"Chuya, what's wrong with you...?" Masaharu Nakahara was frightened by this strange emotion, but he didn't know why he was afraid. He rubbed the corner of Shimoya's eyes, "Are you very angry?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at him solemnly, "I'll stay by your side this time, Dazai and Idiot Bird went to check around, and there's that... pink-haired brat."

A pink-haired kid?

A name popped up in Masaharu Nakahara's mind - Kusuo Saiki.

But it's impossible, how could he be here.

"By the way, I want to help these survivors find their relatives." Yazhi said, "I heard that their relatives were all placed in an orphanage."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a breath, "Don't go!"

"...!" Masaharu Nakahara blinked, "Chuya, your tone is so fierce."

That orphanage is where Nakahara Masaharu was buried.

"Wait a while...we will go after the sun goes down."

Masaharu Nakahara glanced at the sky.

I feel like I'm going downhill soon...

He rubbed the stains and blood on his fingertips, "Then I'll wait..."

"……Are you hungry?"

"Fortunately, I forgot how my body felt when I got busy,"

"What about Matsuda, how are you? Would you like to let my friend take a look at it for you?" Nakahara Nakaya glanced at Matsuda Jinpei. He could think of the scene just by scanning the wounds.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that his throat was extremely congested, "Thank you for protecting Masaharu..."

"Speaking like this, have you forgotten that Masaharu is my younger brother?" Matsuda Jinhei bent the corners of his lips, and said in a vague way, "Helicopters are good."

Helicopter.

Helicopters that had appeared in his so-called hallucinations.

In his memory, Nakahara Masaharu went to the orphanage, and then there was a landslide and a big explosion there.

It's scary, is this all over again, why does everyone except them seem to have no memory...even, someone even came back from the dead?

Just when he was shocked, someone who had never appeared in the past appeared.

"It's more serious than I thought..."

The tall, white-haired young man held his chin and stood on the outside looking at the treatment center. His unshielded eyes reflected a bit of cold light, "This is just the initial stage, and it might double in size in the future."

Matsuda Jinpei opened his eyes slightly,

Gojo Satoru?

Has he been here before?

Masaharu Nakahara was also very surprised at his arrival, "Wu, why are you here too, are you alone?"

"Ah, that..." Gojo Satoru approached Nakahara Masaharu and leaned slightly, "I was brought here by an unexpected kid who asked me to protect you."

"……Protect?"

"Looking at it now, I can't see anything. I heard that there is a big guy hiding here who forced you into a desperate situation... By the way." Wujo Wu's expression changed, "Where are your father and mother?"

As soon as he reminded him, Masaharu Nakahara was also shocked, "That's right! Where are the father and mother!"

The curse spirit who had been quietly following him disappeared.

"I remember... It was still there just now, and it even wanted me to take a break when it was free." Masaharu Nakahara scanned all the places he could see, and read out the address that would definitely be answered in the past, "Mom, Dad?"

But no, father and mother did not appear.

"Where did it go?"

Gojo Satoru stared at the filth in the air, and murmured strangely, "...is this direction...is that orphanage?"

"Wu, Yazhi, why don't I send the curse spirit to look for it."

In the other direction, Xia Youjie put his arm on Yazhi's shoulder, "Father and mother have always been obedient, and it is impossible to leave without saying a word."

"Jie, you're here too?" Yazhi said intently, "You guys flew here on a magic spell...Huh?? Jie, why are you dressed so formally!"

Xia Youjie changed the robe that he was talking about, combed all his hair up, and tied a bow tie. Masaharu Nakahara even smelled the faint smell of men's perfume. He looks like a successful person in the upper class now .

"I was calling a meeting to discuss donations." Xia Youjie touched the back of his neck, "but someone brought me here directly."

"The person you are talking about is..."

[I just got rid of minor aftershocks and landslides. ]

A familiar childish voice suddenly sounded in Masaharu's mind.

His heart skipped a beat, and he always felt that this scene seemed familiar, and everything in front of him was full of unreality.

"Kusuo, why are you here?" He looked at the pink-haired boy in surprise, who frowned slightly, as if nervous, as if displeased, "Are you alone, where is Sorasuke, your parents Woolen cloth?"

The same care as before.

Saiki Kusuo looked at the half-grown boy who was full of life in front of him, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

His time regression is effective, Nakahara Masaharu is still alive.

The next thing to do is to catch the murderer who killed him, and he will be safe, and this BADEND will be erased!

Masaharu Nakahara was affected by their atmosphere as if they were facing a big enemy, he felt a little uncomfortable, "You all are so weird today..."

Do not,

Everything should be weird.

Masaharu Nakahara always had the illusion that he had experienced this period of time, and there was always a secret pain in the depths of his body.

Gojo Satoru had placed a small tent around them, apparently aware that what was going on was inconvenient for others to know.

Masaharu withdrew his scrutiny, "What's the matter with the landslide?"

[Nothing, just a disaster that was about to happen. ] Saiki Kusuo looked at him calmly, but what he said made Masaji dizzy, [I solved it with my super power. ]

"..."

Masaharu Nakahara was stunned, "Superpower?"

Everyone present has experienced this point.

"Isn't it a superpower or a spell?"

[No, it’s just superpowers, there are no restrictions, and in a sense, they are stronger than those. ] Saiki Kusuo’s tone didn’t show off anything, as if he was just stating the facts, [I went back in time, there is nothing unspeakable taboo, because I have something important to ask you. ]

The explanation process was very simple, and after 1 minute, Masaharu Nakahara showed a blank expression that had been refreshed.

There was cold sweat on his forehead, and he looked in pain, "You mean... am I dead?"

[No, just die in the future, this future should have changed. ]

But Masaharu Nakahara didn't seem to be comforted, he glanced at Daryl vaguely, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie's expressions turned solemn. After they were brought here by Saiki Kusuo, even though they guessed that the incident was something they didn't want to see, they didn't expect it to be so tragic.

Incinerated in the sun, not even leaving a dead body.

Even at the last moment, Masaharu Nakahara was conscious, he must be in pain, whether it is body or mind, such double torture... All imagination is suffocating.

Masaharu nana, "Why aren't you surprised..."

"Because the most surprising thing has already happened, and the others are difficult to cause fluctuations." Nakahara Nakaya said hoarsely, "Masaharu, why did you never tell us that the taboo of your supernatural power is sunlight?"

So why didn't you tell me...how much you grieved watching me die.

Masaharu Nakahara looked up at Daryl,

Only then did he realize that Saiki Kusuo's gaze had also been on Shinigami.

[Let's pick what can be said. ] Saiki Kusuo said, [I will hear what I want to hear. ]

[Who is Darryl? ]he asks,

"I can't say." Masaharu Nakahara lowered his eyes, "She is not a curse spirit, not a monster."

she?

[Why did she follow you, do you have any agreement with her? ]

This involves the secret of reincarnation, Masaharu Nakahara dare not say it.

[So, what purpose do you need to achieve by saving people. ]

……what?

Nakahara Masaharu widened his eyes,

"It's the same as I thought..." Osamu Dazai, who appeared at an unknown time, said in an erratic voice, "There is a price for having eyes that can see life and death."

[She said 'a little bit', what is this a little bit? ]

"To be honest, I don't know either." Masaharu Nakahara said with a heavy heart, "Since my mission is to save others, I need a quantity, dozens, hundreds, tens of thousands, it's all vague of."

[What happened to Masaharu Akashi and Masaharu Natsume? ]

Nakahara Masaharu's breathing froze.

He even took a step back in fear, the blood on his face quickly receded, and several people were startled by his reaction.

Xia Youjie murmured, "Natsume... Masaharu?"

Even though it was a name he had no memory of, he felt a sense of emptiness.

The last ray of sunlight also disappeared, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but when they turned their heads, they all froze in place.

They saw that Nakahara Masaharu clutched his chest and fell down in pain.

"Nakata!"

Almost in a neurotic conditioned reflex, Zhong Yuanzhong also called out the name of the time-powered user.

The golden clock appeared above Masaharu Nakahara's head. He was so painful that he couldn't even speak. Saiki Kusuo immediately stepped forward and reached out to pat his body.

no change.

This time even the appearance was not restored.

"Don't waste your efforts." Darryl's voice came coldly, "It's an established fact, he will die at this point in time. Your super powers can't have any effect on special souls."

A special... soul?

Masaharu Nakahara opened his eyes with great effort, with a trace of bitterness on his face, he stared at Saiki Kusuo with pleading eyes,

—Can you hear my heart?

[I can. ]

—I have something to say to them.

Saiki Kusuo paused.

This natural superpower looked at Masaharu as if at a loss,

He could feel the sight around him, and he could hear the anxious heartbeats of several people. That's why he didn't know how to react.

People with strong abilities will unconsciously take on responsibilities and pressures that do not belong to them, just like now.

Saiki Kusuo silently used [Forced Teleportation].

This is one of his superpowers, which allows him to transmit the inner voice he hears to others simultaneously.

So they also heard Masaharu Nakahara's thoughts.

"... Masaharu?"

——I probably have time this time, because my thinking is very fast.

Masaharu Nakahara pulled out a laugh.

He thought it would be very difficult, but the body under pain made him easily show this expression, probably his face is used to tenderness and kindness.

——I want to tell you what I didn’t finish last time.

——Masaharu Nakahara is already very happy.

Nakahara Nakaya stared at him in a daze, forgetting to shake Masaharu's hand.

Yazhi actively clenched his fingers tightly,

——I have never endured illness, never been hungry or cold, and never been frightened, because Brother Zhongye gave me the best.

——I have experienced the carefree life of ordinary children, and I know what it is like not to have to work hard all the time... Well, I am a little slack, and sometimes I will panic, but because you are good enough, you can always stand I'm up front protecting me and standing high on me to hold the pressure so I'm not afraid of anything.

——The former companion has become the strongest and a reliable adult, as if he has taken the future for me that I never had.

——It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to meet Guizhi, Yinan, and Yayuan's friends... Maybe you can convey my greetings and farewells for me?

--so……

Nakahara Masaharu seemed to sigh.

He slowly closed his eyes.

—Actually, I have no regrets.

"fart!"

Gojo Satoru suddenly cursed angrily, "No regrets? Do you think we will believe it?"

"Masaharu, whether it's Masaharu Nakahara or Masaharu Akashi, the word 'regret' is the most difficult thing to overcome! Is this your inner voice, you even lied to your own heart!"

"You're just trying to put us at ease!"

He was held down by Xia Youjie's shoulders, and the black-haired young man warned him suppressedly between his brows, but Gojo Wu stretched out his hand and made a seal on his chest,

His eyes seemed to be shining, with a frightening, desperate look.

"Enlightenment!"

The strongest seems to have returned to the day when he heard the news of his best friend's death.

He came back from a business trip exhausted, and took out the souvenirs he brought to his friends with joy, but he heard the sad news that was nothing but decayed.

"If you just leave—"

"I will curse you."

I will curse you.

I will keep you!

But Masaharu Nakahara did not respond to him.

He leaned forward into Nakahara Chuya's arms, and then he let out all his strength and fell down softly.

"... Masaharu?"

Gojo Satoru's voice softened.

For a moment, Nakata didn't know whether to remove the supernatural power. The sacred golden clock was still hanging above Masaharu's head, but the second hand had stopped moving.

"he already……"

"I don't believe it!" Nakahara Nakaya hugged Masaharu tightly, and looked at Gojo Satoru fixedly, "Are you going to curse him? Can the curse bring him back?"

"If Yazhi doesn't want to become a curse spirit, then you can solve the curse again. The so-called strongest can do this. In this case, the most important thing now is to keep him."

"Keep his soul!"

His voice almost stunned everyone, and in an atmosphere where their breathing was so quiet, they unanimously rejected Yazhi's death.

……

but,

Nothing happened.

Masaharu fell into Chuya's arms, and there was nothing around him that didn't exist.

Desperation spread again, Qi Munanxiong's heart moved, he thought of the special soul that Darryl said, found a seat and sat down, [I'll go and see, you don't need to pay attention to my body. ]

In the next second, the head of the pink-haired superpower hangs down without support. Not only that, he also loses his balance and wants to fall down. It is Matsuda Jinpei who supports him.

"He, he, he..." Nakata said tremblingly, "Is he dead?"

No, it's an out-of-body experience.

Saiki Kusuo's soul left his body briefly, he put his hand into Masaharu's chest and touched it, but found nothing.

Ten seconds later, Saiki Kusuo woke up from his body,

He looked a little confused,

[Masaharu... has no soul.I can't find his soul. ]

So will die.

So it cannot be revived.

"What did you say?" Matsuda Jinhei seamlessly connected what he was referring to, "It's so good, how come there is no soul?"

"puff."

There was a chuckle in the air,

Because the compulsory teleportation was not turned off, everyone in the account heard her voice.

The god of death who is in charge of life and death, the key to Masaji's rebirth, said in a condescending tone, as if giving alms,

"Ah, after all, Masaharu is dead, so it's okay to tell you." Darryl lowered his head slightly, "You can know what he is thinking, right? The information about me should be blurred, after all, you and I Humans have a barrier between life and death, but he doesn't."

"So you should know that he came to this world to atone for a sinful brother."

With slender and long fingers raised up, Darryl fiddled with something,

"However, our deal goes no further than that."

"Masaharu Nakahara was not a simple living person—unlike you guys who were born with a blank soul, he was reincarnated by the power of a contract with me. The only three chances have been used up, and he is now returning He has reached the state he should be—the dead."

"It's just that it's not the same as the ordinary dead. His soul has been reincarnated again and again, and it's broken."

The Grim Reaper didn't laugh or show sarcasm, but stated the facts, "You don't know, the human soul can be said to be disposable. After this life is over, go to the other side to settle it, and then wash away all the karma, or Dissipate, or rest in peace, or reincarnate."

"The newly born souls are not anyone, they are pure white."

People trembled, thinking of a possibility that had no hope.

"The sin Yazhi wants to atone for has been cleared, and this is the result he wants."

The god of death affirmed their conjecture, "From the very beginning, he chose to make this deal with me because he just wanted to get tired and leave hell. There is no room for him to consider this deal. If you decide it based on your human values, you are on the way to hell." An irreversible point of no return."

"That is, rebirth with memories. As Masaharu, fulfill Masaharu's long-cherished wish, and finally return to Masaharu's supposed death."

Gojo Satoru stared at the void, the direction where there was nothing even in the six-eyed field of vision,

"But you didn't tell him."

His anger made the fundus of his eyes flushed, and his breathing suddenly sank,

"You didn't tell Yazhi that he has redeemed his brother's sins!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also roared in a low voice,

"He died with regrets, thinking he was useless!"

Rage God lowered his head, but he was not praying to anyone, "You said his soul was broken, so on the so-called other side, wouldn't he have to endure pain and never rest in peace?!"

"At the last second, Masaharu was still trying to comfort us with a contented look—"

Darryl was silent for a while, "Because if I say so, our contract will be over, and he will die sooner than now."

"..."

It was a long silence.

This seems to be a dead end.

But at this time, Dazai, who seemed not to be influenced by his emotions at all, spoke out,

"Then what do you mean by almost?"

Now that the sins have been atoned for, what is the difference?

"Oh, that's a favor." Darryl regretted, "How can I say that he has been with me for so long and has given me so much fun, I thought that if his merits were enough, I could give him a resurrection Chance."

"Because everything needs a price in exchange, I can't just give him undeserved treatment."

Nakahara Chuya's eyes shimmered,

His eyes are stubborn and affectionate,

"That……"

His voice is lingering and firm,

"I want him to be reincarnated again."

"At least this time, don't take on any missions, don't have those special eyes anymore, just live as Masaharu."