[Comprehensive] Fate holy fool

"The first time I became aware of the 'experiment' secretly carried out by Matou and Shuangyue was six years ago when I was still in the port mafia."

"Oh, don't be so angry. I didn't mean to hide it from you on purpose? It's just that to me at the time, it didn't matter what the outcome of the 'experiment' was. I didn't particularly care about Xiaoyue, and I didn't think those people What a threat to the mafia. As you know, there are too many people living in this city, and it is impossible, morally or energetically, for me to sort them out one by one and lay them out in the sun. Spread it out and let it dry to be as clean as a child's eyes.

Yes.Although I started to investigate, in terms of the results, I did not save Xiaoyue who was in despair at the time.This is an undeniable fact.

Kunikida-kun will probably be angry when he hears this.

I said, what are you going to do when you are angry?I don't care what you think at all.Alright, alright, I'll continue when you're done scolding.

The results of the investigation are, to be honest, very regrettable.

As far as the 'artificial Holy Grail' project is concerned, the magic level of the Shuangyue family is quite poor even in the eyes of a layman like me.Jiantong is not much better... However, if the old man Zouyan made the move himself, there might still be some chance of success.After all, his abnormality is unfathomable.

But there are no ifs in the world.

Matou just gave the 'experiment' to his ally Frost Moon, and then it failed perfectly and completely.

A total of seven children in Shimotsuki's family were used for the experiment, including Xiaoyue, Shimotsuki Sakura, who died within two years after the experiment started.

No success stories, not a single one.

What, you ask 'Aren't they afraid of losing their children and grandchildren'?Ah ha ha, you don't even shrink your head as much as your height... Uh huh! !No, I didn't say anything.

Of course they are not afraid.

Because from the beginning of the 'experiment', [the eldest son of the Shuangyue family] was excluded.

...you see what I mean?

As early as the beginning, except for the eldest son who was destined to inherit the engraving, Frost Moon never thought of educating other children about magic, nor did she care about their life or death.

Those kids are consumables.

Just like the disposable paper cups you use every day, they are mass-produced, consumed, and then mutilated, disappearing from the world without trace or meaning.

So is Satsuki.

Her birth was not blessed by anyone.If she had died at the age of 12, probably no one would have sighed for her.

Her future is still full of unknowns.Even if I save her here, I can't guarantee that she can really be saved.She might live another 30 years, or she might only have ten years, or even less.

--even so.

Even so, can you assert - 'she should live'?

……

...Is that so?

You really are different from me.

That's why I really hate you~

That being the case, this time it is not considered that I owe you a favor, but you take the initiative to help, right?Well, well, well, it's decided! Good Job! !No problem, I know it's not an example, and I don't want to call you anymore, so don't worry! ! "

"That's right, don't hang up yet. I have one more sentence to tell you at the end. Really, just one sentence."

"——【Chuya, you are really a kind and good person, right? Pupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupupufu?"

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At the same time · School West

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"—Ms. Einzbern!!"

The man's urgent shout pierced the night sky.In front of him shouting, a woman in a decent suit turned around quickly, her swaying silver long hair reflecting light like water waves.

"what happened?"

Irisviel von Einzbern put one hand on her waist, frowned slightly, adding a bit of majesty to her handsome appearance, "Please calm down. If the defense line can't support it, immediately Go ahead and ask Kunikida-sensei for help. I heard that there was a strange guy wearing a bartender uniform, sunglasses, and waving a vending machine at his side. That person easily dispersed the "Sin Song" camp. The pressure on the East District should be Alleviated by..."

"No, no no no!!"

The man wiped away the hot sweat dripping from his head indiscriminately, panting rapidly with his hands on his knee joints, and reported to her out of breath:

"It's like this. Just now, there appeared on our side a strange person wearing a black coat and a hat, with a visual height of about 160... I don't know why, but he is still waving the bronze statue of the school fountain!! Anyway, the crisis has been resolved, so I Come and inform the teacher that you—"

"……………………What???"

The… bronze statue of the fountain?

……

"……whispering sound."

At the same time, a small young man in black clothes and a black hat—all in all, in pitch black, exuding the aura of a “gangster on the road” smashed the bronze statue (which weighed hundreds of kilograms) into the crowd, and then looked on coldly Facing the scene of people turning their backs on their backs, he clicked his tongue unhappily facing the mess on the ground.

"That guy Dazai, he's talking nonsense again. He said 'good guy'..."

"Really? I think it's appropriate."

Behind the young man, the old man who had overheard the entire call process and was as elegant as a senior British butler cleared his throat, and said with a serious look:

"This trip is of no value to the mafia. As Akutagawa-kun's subordinates, since the situation requires it, it is our duty to help him... But you came here out of benevolence and righteousness. Right? Regardless of whether you are in the underworld or the white way, this is quite admirable behavior."

"It's an exaggeration to say 'benevolence and justice', Mr. Hirotsu. I don't have such a high-sounding reason..."

As if to cover up the embarrassment that inadvertently glanced at the eyes, the petite young man—the port mafia cadre Nakahara Chuya pressed the brim of his favorite soft hat with one hand, and lowered it slightly to cover the brows.

"That's right. If this farce started because of Fukamachi, then it really has nothing to do with us, at most it's a private matter between Akutagawa and her.... But, you can't say that."

"Oh... how do you say that?"

"Because, that kid 'hasn't been here'."

Zhong also crossed his arms angrily, his face was tense, and the corners of his mouth twitched as if to say "I really can't do anything about them", and he said briefly in a slightly nostalgic tone.

Talk about the beginning of everything.

It happened before all the stories, and finally connected all the encounters and fetters together, a unique miracle.

"Four years ago—when Fukamachi mistakenly thought that Akutagawa was kidnapped by us, knowing how vicious the port mafia was, an organization that never returned, she still rushed in without thinking....'Because You can't just ignore it', 'you have to see people when you live, and you have to see corpses when you die', saying such corny and rustic lines. Really, I am so stupid that I have nothing to say, it's unbelievable."

"So, look. Isn't there nothing we can do? The other party has done this for our young people. Even if it is worthless, even if it is troublesome to death, maybe we will have to fight that bastard Dazai afterwards Face-to-face—damn, just thinking about him makes me angry—but Mr. Hirotsu, there are some things that should be done, even if you hate them to death, you still have to do them.”

"……Ah."

Hirotsu couldn't help lowering his head and gave a half-satisfied smile, and immediately realized that he had lost his composure, and immediately raised his face solemnly, "I'm sorry. But I think this is called 'benevolence and justice'. Dazai-kun also understands this. contact you……"

"Ah??? Just kidding, who cares about him contacting me! Besides, Dazai and I don't have any benevolence!! It's just because Akutagawa seldom speaks, so I did! It's a last resort! Using Dazai as a transfer point for information! Who else would want to deal with him?! Why isn't he dead—”

"Cough cough cough cough."

Hirotsu coughed loudly, almost coughing himself into half Akutagawa, "Yes, yes, I have fully experienced your anger, so the on-site command..."

"I'll leave it to Mr. Hirotsu. All of Akutagawa's subordinates are here, so you're all right, right? From Dazai's words, the chicken feathers outside seem to be just a cover, and the enemy's real target is still elsewhere. .”

Zhong also raised his arm and grabbed the back of his head, his gestures were filled with a reluctance and anxiety of the boss, but his tone was exceptionally firm and steady, and his eyes were as sharp as eagles looking into the distance across the tall buildings.

"—Anyway, let's go to Baigong this time."

"Then, I wish you a prosperous martial arts."

Hearing the sound, Guangjin restrained his face solemnly, pressed the front of his straight suit with one hand, and bowed to the young man who was less than half his age.

"Bet on the name of our fighting faction 'Black Lizard'. We will definitely suppress the scene perfectly and look forward to your triumphant return."

"No, no, you don't have to be so reserved, Mr. Hirotsu."

Chuya casually threw the coat over his shoulders, and slightly curved his bright blue eyes under the brim of his hat, he smiled before saying anything, suddenly there was some warm meaning in his sharp brows.

Even though there were still two clusters of belligerent flames dancing in his eyes, he couldn't hide the strong human feelings in the flames, which made the young man's height of 1.6 meters set off a tall aura of [-] meters. I feel free and upright, but I can't tell whether it is chivalry or banditry. In China, it may be called "Ren Xia".

"It's not work today, so it doesn't matter if it's a vacation to pass the time. The opportunity is rare, why don't we all have a good fight?"

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same moment·rooftop

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"Oh, what did you say about 'heinous and vicious, there is no return'... Puff. I can't see this kind of organization in the current port mafia? Leaving aside Mr. Mori, if it is Miss Hongye and this super~hateful Chuya took the lead, saying that they are 'partners of justice'. Really, why did things become like this..."

I don’t know why—by the way, it may be because of some death mentality, Osamu Dazai faced the roof and turned his back to the empty void, sitting on the roof railing and dangling his long legs idly.His posture from head to toe is so relaxed, and he doesn't seem to have the slightest sense of "cherishing life" for safety and self-preservation, as if he will throw his head up and fall freely at any time, smashing to pieces on the ground tens of meters away.

If El-Melloi II was present, he would probably grab his ear and roar, "You fucking came here to fish again".

But El Mello II is not here.

No one is here except Dazai.

In the dead of night, the top of the building near midnight is even more silent. Even if there is a riot on the campus at the bottom of the building, the gongs and drums are loud, and the various forces sing and I come on stage, the loudest noise here is just listening to the wind.

"Hmm, so, and then..."

In this almost suffocating silence, Osamu Dazai was muttering to himself with great interest, while staring at the flickering fluorescent screen of the laptop on his lap, humming a long series of original songs in an absurd tone. Xiaoqu, ten fingers flipping flexibly on the keyboard non-stop.

"...Okay. That's about it."

If a stranger sees this scene, he might be mistaken for Rinya Orihara's long-lost brother—in fact, even Shizuo and Nakaya, who have a blood feud (?) If you run into someone on the street, you probably have to punch them down before you realize you hit the wrong person.

A good man can be kind in a thousand ways, but a man who needs to be beaten is always the same.

As for why people who deserve to be beaten still dislike each other... only they know.

"……call."

After Dazai hit the last button, convinced that his response was foolproof and that there was nothing else to add, he finally relaxed his shoulders for the first time, and slowly forced out the long-suppressed breath from his chest.

Perhaps ever since he learned of the existence of the Frost Moon Clan, this foul breath has been suppressed in the bottom of his heart, not out of righteous indignation or compassion, but simply because he simply feels that the fate of those children is "unreasonable".

But at that time, Dazai knew that he was not a good person. He had no attachment to others or even his own life. There is no reason to talk about it at all, and of course there is no old-fashioned heart to "save others".

So he did nothing.

Didn't think about doing anything.

——Until he experienced the hopeless and helpless feelings of "wanting to save someone" but not being able to do so.

—until the man said to him: If good and evil make no difference to you, be a good man.That would be great.

"..."

Dazai raised his face and stared at the night sky.

Even if the seasons turn and time passes, the dead will never meet again, but the stars in the sky are still the same, glowing with the eternal cold brilliance together with the memory.

If it is said that there was only a long dark night in his heart, then at least now, there are unreachable and unreachable bright stars hanging above the night - just because they are so far away that they cannot be touched, bright stars that will never fade.

"...This time, I helped the children well."

"Although I can't guarantee that Xiaoyue will live a stable and happy life like ordinary people, I will try my best to make her live a longer and more satisfying life."

The suicidal lover with delicate features held his chin, squinted his smiling brown eyes and whispered softly.

"In your opinion... the current me, can I be regarded as a 'good person'?"

He spoke very lightly, and the moment he left his mouth, he was swept away by the sky wind whistling like wailing, and no one responded or answered.

Only the night seems to have been diluted a little bit by the successive gunshots of the Mafia, and the stars in the sky followed closely, becoming more and more clear and dazzling, glowing and glowing, as if they were going to join hands with Dawn who was still on the way, announcing Dawn is approaching.

Everything is ready, the actors are all there.Regardless of whether the final act of the script is happy or sad, everything will be back on track after tonight.

The fragmented stained glass finally left only the last piece of the puzzle.

—Dawn is coming.

The author has something to say:

Before the end of the previous generation of Hong Kong gangsters special session, at any rate, I wrote a [-]-meter bar handle before the end. I also feel that he can communicate with Jing Jing how to beat people (X

In fact, I originally wanted to write the story of the tutor X Wenye's mafia, but unfortunately I didn't write it because of the space... Next time it should be the home of Hong Kong gangsters!There are no bad guys in the mafia! ! ! 【Where is this wrong?

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PS: Recently, because of the theatrical version of the black basket, I went to finish all the extra OVA of the manga. Little basketball (hello)?First of all, let me say that I am a senior Akashibuki. Although I am not as good as Fukiwa, I can still play for three days without repeating the same kind [Sudden fans.jpg