[Bungo Stray Dogs] Bless the world

Ah, here we go again.

When the girl opened her eyes and looked at the white ceiling above her head, the only thing in her mind was this sentence.

yes again...

It invaded the residence of the departed soul in the world, occupied the body of others, and disturbed the restful sleep of others.

The girl who had forgotten her name and couldn't really die, stared at everything in front of her in a daze, and the doctor's shouts of surprise filled her ears.

This is, very sorry.

I am not the girl you tried your best to treat, nor is it the daughter that the parents who embraced you in surprise and wept with joy were looking forward to.

However, facing the woman who hugged and cried as if she had been born again, she couldn't say such words anyway.

That was the beginning of the short years of the nameless girl as Yayoi Yoshida.

At that time, businessmen in the upper class talked about the resurrection of the "daughter of the Yoshida family" and rumors that the girl was as slim as Nadeshiko.

Although I can't see it now, she will definitely become an excellent and virtuous wife in the future.

Those who have business dealings with the Yoshida family praised this girl named Yayoi in this way.

However, before that, the girl picked up the suitcase and suddenly disappeared from the upper class, but every month, a letter from Yokohama was bound to be sent to the head of the Yoshida family, and at this time, she had already gone to school. The older "father" would always make a cup of black tea with a smile and start reading to his wife the letters from his daughter from afar.

"Dear father and mother, although it is very difficult, I opened a western restaurant of my own in this city. I don't know what to say. I want you, my dear ones, to come and visit one day. I The small house I live in, the inconspicuous restaurant I run—this kind of feeling has always been entangled in my heart, but I must not come here now, otherwise as a daughter, I will be proud and ashamed of my hospitality. No week. And, if I were to come, I might give you some surprises...or shocks maybe."

Yayoi closed the diary in her hand, smiled and stood up from the seat by the window where the afternoon sun was shining. Her attire was considered retro. In fact, there are not many girls her age wearing this kind of light-colored foreign dress now. Yes, but this light-colored dress with turquoise at the neckline perfectly complements her temperament.

"Ah, you little bastard is here again!" The chef's loud scolding could be heard even in the front hall, and Yayoi turned around in a daze, only to see a small figure rushing out of the kitchen, holding bread in his arms crashed into her.

In the back is the chef holding a mop and looking resentful.

The small figure was unusually flexible, and when he was being chased, he jumped onto the table. He could have escaped from the chef, but he stepped on the pen that Yayoi put on the table for writing, and fell hard from the table. down.

The chef picked him up, with a piece of mushroom stuck to his face, and it seemed that he couldn't get rid of his anger if he didn't beat the child hard.

"Please wait a moment." Yayoi picked up the pen that fell to the ground and broke in two, with ink spilled all over the floor, watching the chef softly stop him from committing violence.

"Shop, store manager." The chef held the child struggling with his hands as if he wanted to bite him, and then yelled at the child, "Look at the good things you did, this bad bastard stole the bread and ruined the store." A long pen..."

"Okay, leave this child to me." Yayoi stretched out his hand to the chef, "Please go back to your work. The guests will come soon, and you will have to work hard then."

——Yoshida Yayoi has such a special temperament. Although her words and expressions are soft and virtuous, she has an irresistible feeling. The chef swallowed, "Where is it, this is what I should do." He turned He pointed his head at the child and scolded again, "What a disaster you are, you broke the store manager's pen, and wait to be sent to the police station! A little mouse that came out of a slum." Turning around, he went back to the kitchen.

The child holding the bread stood there with his shoulders shrunk, as if he was ready to be slapped hard.

However, the imaginary slap did not fall on her, and the woman in a beautiful dress opened the store door, "Aren't you going?" Yayoi smiled and looked at the man in front of him who was clearly dressed in a brother or sister's downsized clothes, A little boy.

The other party's attitude towards her was vacillating, and he took small steps with bare feet, and moved to the door as if he was afraid of a trap, and then quickly rushed out, holding the food he had finally obtained, and escaped without a trace.

Yayoi saw the child again in the evening three days later, and the child came to shoplifting again as if he had settled on the fact that the owner here was a mild-tempered person.

In fact, it can't be regarded as "seeing", to be precise, Yayoi is here waiting for this child to come again.

From the first moment she saw this child, Yayoi knew that she would come here again.

Like a small animal that has run into a trap, the child took a step back.

"Actually, I'm not here to wait for you to do anything to you." Yayoi didn't approach her, but just smiled softly, "If it's food, you don't need to steal it, come to me to help, so that I can pay you Salary and corresponding food." She smiled and stretched out her hand to the little girl, "Don't you think about it?"

However, this proposal did not get a reply from the girl. She lowered her head and stumbled past Yayoi, disappearing into the dusk again.

The girl hurriedly ran towards the shelter with the food she had stolen—it couldn't be called a shelter, at best, it was just a dark and damp cave accidentally formed by discarded building materials in the wild, but Even such a temporary shelter from the wind and rain is like a gift to the children living in the slums.

In any case, for this small shelter from the wind and rain, it is common for homeless people to fight violently. Children can't beat those adults at all-the reason why the girl can hide here may be thanks to her having a The elder brother who was born with strange abilities.

"Hey, you've been lucky recently, you can always find good things."

When she was about to reach there, she was surrounded by a few hooligans. These people were not much older than her, but they had already learned to plunder people weaker than herself in groups. The girl hugged her tightly. Food, took a step back.

"Anyway, it's useless for you to keep it. It looks like you can still be hungry for a long time, why don't you give it to us?" The leader of the gangster stretched out his hand, and the girl just hugged the food even tighter.

However, the other party didn't succeed for long, a white blade-like "thing" attacked his carotid artery almost fiercely, dexterously and fatally from behind.

When the little bastard fell down, the rest of the people saw the appearance of the attacker—short and weak—coughing muffledly while covering his mouth, but there was nothing in his eyes that were pitch black.

"..." Seeing his companion lying on the ground bleeding profusely and twitching non-stop, the other two punks took a step back.

The short boy in front of him would cut off the necks of all those who violated his territory without hesitation.

The girl took advantage of this stall and ran to her brother's side.Straightening his chest as if taking an oath, he took out half a broken knife from his pocket and pointed it at the two punks.

Like a wild dog that can't bark, anyone who steps on it or enters its territory will fight back fiercely with its minions.

This kind of fighting happened almost every day. In this weather, the young man still wearing a thin shirt curled up in the shelter. He had a lot of scars on his arms, but somehow he kept the food to satisfy his hunger.

He covered his mouth and let out a muffled cough, then turned his head to look at his younger sister who seemed to be full of thoughts while chewing the bread, "What's the matter?" He finally asked.

"The owner of the shop that stole the bread... told me that I can help her." The girl said as she swallowed the bread in her mouth. She was indeed very moved by this condition. There is a stable source...Maybe she can go to a better place to survive, "Also, the owner seems... a very good person." She was not sent to the police station when she was caught stealing, nor did she Beat yourself up like any other grownup.

"..." The boy fell silent, and then let out a cough that seemed to drain his breath. After he finished coughing, he replied to his sister, "There will be no one in this world. Such a cheap thing, maybe he pretends to be a good person and waits for ignorant children to take the bait... Cough cough, cough cough..." Before he finished speaking, there was another cough that made people palpitate.

"But, brother, your illness..." You need money to buy medicine.

"It's just a small problem, and it will be fine after a night of sleep." Despite his expressionless face and a hint of indifference in his eyes, the young man tried his best to speak soft and comforting words.

Just like many times before, this kind of minor illness will get better if it is left alone.

However, as if mocking the boy's bravado, he developed a high fever the next morning.