Chapter 114

The Saniwa leaps into the sky

Fuyuki looked at the two who had suddenly approached with a puzzled expression, paused for a moment, and then said, "Mikazuki, come here."

She didn't know what had happened between the two men, but now she needed her family's knife to help her.

"Yes." Mikazuki Munechika smiled and approached gracefully. Behind him, however, stood a person who was terrified, frozen in place, devoid of any vitality—

What does that have to do with him?

The man who had been gripping my shoulders left, and at the same time, the suffocating feeling of oppression vanished abruptly.

Dazai Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding wildly; he could even hear the thumping in his chest.

At this moment, even his eyes were dry, and all the blood in his body rushed to his brain in this moment of relaxation, turning his face red.

He exhaled sharply from his chest through his nose, and as he looked up, he vaguely saw the familiar blue panel again.

His manhood is back.

The lingering fear that had held him in place hadn't completely dissipated, but when the blue light pierced him, his body strangely began to move on its own.

The blue light grazed his body and fell to the ground.

[Host, please be aware of your surroundings! Danger warning! Danger warning! Danger warning!]

Dazai Ming's vision suddenly blurred as the mist obscured his eyes, and the familiar voice made him burst into tears of joy in an instant.

[Please note that the target "Dazai Osamu" has paid attention to you. Please be mindful of your words and actions.]

The mechanical voice was devoid of any emotion.

Dazai Mei held back his tears.

If someone suddenly bursts into tears for no apparent reason... it doesn't seem like a capable partner at all. If they are labeled as weak and incompetent in the other person's eyes, it will be even harder for them to like them.

Dazai Ming understood his goal and knew why he had done so much and spent so much time in this world.

He composed himself and nodded almost imperceptibly. The next second, the feeling of being passively controlled by his body completely disappeared, and there were charred marks with white smoke rising from them at his feet.

The ground was completely unscathed, with layers upon layers of marks from the continuous attacks.

He wanted to live, even if he couldn't solve the problem, he wanted to live, and he wanted to live with Dazai Osamu.

Regardless of the man who met up with the strange girl over there.

Dazai Ming's eyes were firm. He reached out and grabbed the familiar sand-colored coat, his voice steady: "A-Zhi, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Dazai Osamu tilted his head, expressionless: "Ah... I understand, then I'll leave it to you."

A word of affirmation, a swift response.

All of Dazai Ming's adverse reactions had subsided, and a familiar light shone in his eyes, his pupils filled with bright colors.

He nodded firmly: "Yes!"

Fuyuki looked away, it seemed that Dazai Osamu had his own way of dealing with Dazai Mei.

The blue light, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, still shone from above, continuously shooting out from above.

Even if they discovered that the blue light wouldn't cause any harm to Fuyuki and the others.

However, the data fluid did not stop its actions. Its attack methods seemed to be so weak and powerless. Relying on the fact that it could not be hurt, it recklessly continued to chip away at the health bar.

It can make countless mistakes, but the person below who is dodging the attack only needs to make one mistake. Even if the damage is low, as long as it doesn't accumulate randomly, its purpose can be achieved.

Dongshu glanced at it, raised his hand, maximized the supply of spiritual power, and placed a sound-blocking barrier around himself.

She instructed, "Everyone, from now until the moment I give the order, you must not leave here. I will then try to make it land on the ground. You must seize the opportunity, as there are very few chances. If you only get one, he will be on guard."

Dongshu understood very well the principle that there should only be one, not two, and not three.

This time the mark went in easily.

The mark was unnoticed by anyone but her, and since there was no reaction at the moment, the guy naturally wouldn't be on guard.

However, as soon as she makes a move, she will definitely think of the spiritual energy bullet that suddenly flew by and start to deal with it.

The three spirits nodded in unison, their expressions serious; they understood.

Dazai Osamu and Dazai Mei were having a great time dodging the blue light, and gradually they found it fun, just like dancing.

Under the protection of the spiritual energy shield, the group remained in place and began to openly discuss their plan.

The data fluid raised an eyebrow, then quickly lowered it. Its expressionless face held a hint of annoyance at being ignored. Although it knew its attacks wouldn't easily harm these creatures, but…

To blatantly ignore it like this is absolutely outrageous; they're not taking it seriously at all!

In a time when no one has the skill to fly, standing at the highest point ensures absolute safety.

In addition, given its advanced computing capabilities as a technological product, it can incorporate all the information it knows into its strategic calculations, resulting in the most perfect strategy.

However, due to insufficient information about the effects of the spiritual power in Fuyuki's hands, it was unaware of the existence of the current political situation, and even less aware of how much power it could provide to its subordinate Saniwa regarding their disappearances.

In summary, it is completely unfamiliar with the true abilities of the winter tree itself.

And the effects it can produce—

Unpredictable.

After establishing connections with other worlds, the methods of using spiritual power, which was already powerful and represented the essence of the wisdom of people throughout history, expanded even further. As a little girl who loved reading, Fuyuki knew everything.

She simply lacked the experience to practice; after all, he rarely had any physical demands on him.

Protecting herself is her top priority.

Since the swords can no longer fly or separate from the enemy, this task can only be entrusted to her.

Fuyuki looked up at the sky. The guy didn't speak or show any change in expression, but she could inexplicably see a hint of anger in his eyes.

She narrowed her eyes, feeling even more confident about implementing the action plan.

After marking the fight, she needs to make eye contact with the other person for seven seconds before she can successfully land anywhere within two meters of them.

Anger can make people lose their minds, and even machines can become tainted by emotions.

Data fluidity has revealed the weaknesses within absolute computing power.

It has weak offensive capabilities, poor information access, and no control over the overall situation.

Various states cannot stand at the point of victory for vocational high school students.

In terms of scheming ability, based on the information I have received, Dazai Osamu, who seems to be doing nothing right now, is the real master.

Dongshu believed that even without him and his three knives, the whole situation was different.

Even if this guy is only targeting Dazai Osamu, he still has a way to break this situation...

Fuyuki patted Hasebe, who seemed a little uneasy, and gave him a gentle, reassuring smile.

It's okay. Even if you fail, it's okay. Falling from a great height will only result in minor injuries, not death.

Okay, now it's her turn.

[Come on, little winter tree! It's okay if you fall, I'll catch you!]

The little wild dog strongly agreed with his battle plan, but was also somewhat distressed that he couldn't directly provide such assistance.

So He really needs to study hard.

……study?

The little paper figure silently looked away, and the voices of encouragement in its mind weakened.

He still hates studying. If it's not necessary, it's better not to go down the path of studying. His current strength is enough. Anyway, he has the best little winter tree in the world!

Thinking this, the little stray dog ​​became excited again and continued to cheer loudly.

[Keep going, keep going, you can do it!]

Even knowing that Fuyuki possessed theoretical knowledge but lacked practical experience, He still had unwavering faith that this matter would succeed.

Now he is Xiao Dongshu's biggest and most invincible fan!

Isn't it just flying up, kicking people down, pinning them to the ground, and then letting swords and knives cut them down?

Such a simple plan can definitely be implemented very quickly!

Ignoring His self-talk, Dongshu moved to the side, leaving the spiritual energy protection zone he had created, and started running within two seconds.

If there are too many people, it's hard to lower your guard.

The data fluid noticed her unusual behavior, but the way the frail girl ran with her head down seemed more like she had a plan, or perhaps fear and dread.

The voice of the data flow remained eerily calm, masking any emotion it shouldn't have, like a perfectly functioning artificial machine, utterly indifferent.

"Little Winter Tree, there's no point in running away. I've already locked onto you."

Dongshu ignored it, rushed to the corner, then stopped abruptly, locking onto the mark she had left behind.

She was like an informant emitting a signal, but only she could receive the information; only she knew that the mark existed and what she could do about it.

"You want to kill me, don't you?" Fuyuki's low voice rang out, her gaze resolute as she looked into the eyes of the white humanoid figure above her.

The man said expressionlessly, "It's obvious. So what about you? You want to run away? Do you think you can leave here? This is my territory."

The anger that was just ignored and hasn't been responded to still lingers.

The little lambs that voluntarily entered here stepped through the very obvious door on the wall without hesitation.

From the very beginning, they fell into its trap. Whether it was losing consciousness or being injured by their own companions, little by little, except for the moment when their identities were exposed, everything was proceeding according to plan.

Now, faced with a disrupted plan, it will put everything back on track.

Dongshu blinked and slowly exhaled: "What you think has nothing to do with me, but right now, I really hate you."

The eye contact time has been sufficient; the condition has been met!

The modified skills are now officially activated.

As soon as she finished speaking, before the data fluid could react, her figure vanished instantly.

The data fluid frowned instantly. It looked around the ground, but still couldn't find any trace of her anywhere.

The next second, a heavy pressure suddenly came from above. Dongshu pressed his feet hard on its shoulders and then pressed down hard.

The spiritual energy spun wildly around Zhou Shen, causing the seemingly light and slender girl to suddenly gain weight. The force of a thousand tons pressed down on this intangible data fluid.

The spiritual energy covered its entire body, enveloping it completely.

Even if it has no physical form, if you completely enclose the space in which it exists, then it will naturally have no way to escape.

Then just press down, using all her strength, pressing down from the air into the inside.

There is no need for contact, no need for confrontation, and no need to think about how to turn the virtual into reality.

"What is this? Why are you here?" The data fluid was incredulous, gritting its teeth. Its composure was shattered, and its facial features flew into disarray.

It used all its strength to resist the force coming from above, and the blue light that was constantly flying downwards had completely stopped. Everyone on the ground was watching their "tug-of-war" competition.

"That's really interesting."

Dazai Osamu shook off his arm that was being held and looked at the scene above him with great interest.

He didn't need to care... people who didn't belong to this world would resolve all their crises, he was so sure of it.

That's how it should be.

only--

He looked at the girl who was gritting her teeth and trying her best.

She still looks so young, even though she was so calm and at ease when she was with him back then.

It should be this powerful.

Like a monster, it attracts powerful warriors to submit to it, while the ones being submitted to are innocent and naive, like a fragile gem.

Osamu Dazai, whose mind was constantly racing and who was feared by everyone, began to see the friend he had unilaterally acknowledged.

He understood that no matter what kind of crisis it was, the city had already chosen its representative, and no matter how arduous the process, the crisis would be completely suppressed.

It gives me immense peace of mind.

Fuyuki's small body burst forth with tremendous power.

Damn it!

The data fluid could not withstand the body's uncontrollable downward fall.

Its face was contorted in a ferocious grimace, yet it was completely pinned to the ground. At the same moment, three knives suddenly and swiftly rushed forward.

The flashing blades never ceased; their blades, sharp as ice, charged upwards in response to their master's command and to slay the enemy. These swords, born for the battlefield, surged forward.

He stared at the approaching blade, an indescribable fear gripping his heart, while the monstrous girl gave them orders:

"Kill him."

The Saniwa (master) said, "We must eliminate the enemies blocking our path."

Cold and indifferent, she seemed to lack any empathy towards non-human enemies.

For a ruler, such emotions are the most beautiful.

"yes!"

With three knives, it had no chance of escaping.

Fuyuki blinked, and the moment the swords rushed at him, he managed to escape.

She tried to stand up straight, but her steps faltered for a moment. The next second, her slightly weak body was supported by firm hands.

"Little Fuyuki, you're very brave." Dazai Osamu came over and let go of her hand once she was steady.

Fuyuki patted his chest, then looked at him with a complicated expression: "...It feels quite strange, this feeling of truly participating in the battle."

Although she wasn't the one who carried out the killing, she was the one who truly became the driving force behind it this time.

The data fluid behind her began to hiss and crackle, as if her body were splitting apart. She couldn't hear any screams because this wasn't a real living being and wouldn't make any unbearable sounds from pain.

It felt different from when I was hunting down the boss of the Black Organization.

She also had the opportunity to stand at the front.

Dongshu's hands and feet were still a little numb, and her emotions were extremely mixed.

There was excitement and joy from successfully participating for the first time, but also confusion and emptiness, wondering, "Is what she did really the most efficient way?"

"There will probably be many more cases like this in the future."

Dazai Osamu patted her head, a slight smile on his face, "Given your position and the mission you have to complete, this kind of thing is unavoidable. Perhaps one day you will need to pick up a sword with your own hands, personally plunge the weapon into the enemy's chest, and witness the blood flowing out completely, seeing it stain your own hands..."

He said this without any hesitation, his iris-colored eyes growing increasingly deep: "What will you do then?"

"If you can't adapt, this state could become the enemy's point of attack. Your head could be rolling on the ground the next second."

"Little Winter Tree".

Fuyuki's heart skipped a beat. Whether it was the mission to protect Dazai Osamu's life in this world, or to fill the position of the dark side pillar as the boss of the Black Organization in the Detective Conan world, or to remove the factors that shattered the world as a god in the world of Cursed Sister...

She should have had absolutely no chance to do anything herself.

She is positioned high above, and her subordinates are filled with strategists and assassins. As the Saniwa, she also has swords that serve her as their master, charging into battle for her, raising their swords and wielding them endlessly, never letting them fall.

So, where exactly is she positioned, and at what moment will she raise her sword?

Perhaps it's not even a sword, but just some kind of weapon.

Seeing her fall silent, Dazai Osamu sighed: "It's alright, you're still young, it's okay if you don't understand."

In his view, the possibilities he could see in this little girl were definitely not as calm as they were now.

As an executor who can solve problems and eliminate enemies, he would never simply order others around. When there are no one else available, he would have to pick up any weapon, whether it's a pebble or a fragment.

Spiritual energy rippled around him; it was a power whose limits he could not fathom.

All she needed to do was turn everything into a weapon, and then protect herself only against the enemy. That was all she needed to do.

There's no need to force it.

He lowered his gaze.

"Master, mission accomplished." Hasebe had already walked over and stopped behind her, reporting the result of the order respectfully.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga patted her on the shoulder: "You seem to be talking about something? Oh dear, Master's sudden decisiveness today really startled me."

At that height, if they didn't land successfully on the enemy's shoulder and instead fell directly from the air—

Mikazuki Munechika patted Fuyuki's head, his long sleeves obscuring the Saniwa's gaze from Dazai Osamu: "Hahaha... No need to think too much, just let Master do whatever he wants."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Dazai Osamu with a warning.

A flood of questions rushed into his head. Fuyuki seemed about to understand the meaning, but the dark blue sleeves interrupted his thoughts. Words full of doting affection entered his ears, and the gentle, reassuring sound of swords swirled around him.

She blinked, her mind clearing a little: "Um, I..."

I know.

Before she could finish speaking, a doubtful and uncertain voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Um...you two actually knew each other before, right?"

Dazai Ming scratched his head, looking at the girl in front of him who looked very familiar and his mission target.

The confusion in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Judging from this, it seems like these two haven't just known each other for a short time, right?

[Author's Note]

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Fuyuki: Guilty conscience.jpg

I'm so engrossed in fighting that I've forgotten why I came here in the first place. [Evil grin]