Chapter 126

King of the kids (?)

Two figures, one in black and one in red, one tall and one short, were very familiar to each other.

After staring at her dry, tired eyes for a long time, Dongshu suddenly opened her eyes wide the moment she saw clearly.

She found it somewhat unbelievable.

In this place...?

If she wasn't mistaken, these two guys were actually alive in this spacetime rift filled with chaotic data flow.

How did you do that?

"Master, are you alright?"

Sensing her suddenly heavier breathing, Yamato no Kami Yasusada was distracted from the battle and asked a question.

Countless data turbulence obscures our vision.

As a swordsman, his detection ability wasn't exceptionally high; he couldn't simultaneously spot the two people who were heavily concealed during the intense battle.

"It's okay." Dongshu gripped the clothes on his shoulders tightly and then let go, trying to keep her voice steady. "Put me down."

"yes."

Upon landing, she didn't hesitate and quickly ran forward.

"Alice." With the wind whistling past her ears, Fuyuki called out the name.

Soon, the red figure became clearer, and the long, golden hair and the familiar girl's appearance came into her view.

Alice, holding Mori Ougai's hand, turned her head. After a moment of confusion, her eyes lit up instantly. She excitedly raised her hand to greet Fuyuki, even using the same address as always: "Fuyuki-chan!"

She remembered her; she was just like before.

So much time has passed, yet nothing has changed.

The girl, who appeared beautiful and proud, looked incredibly fragile, just like any ordinary girl, utterly powerless in the face of such a massive disaster.

Yet it stands steadily amidst the extremely dangerous turbulent flow of data.

At the same time, the light emanating from her, which belonged to her special abilities, became even more conspicuous.

"Fuyuki-chan~ It's so nice to see you here."

Mori Ougai smiled and struck up a conversation, looking at the girl who had stopped, panting.

Dongshu patted his chest and let out a long breath.

Even though it was only a hundred meters, she felt tired after running that distance.

"Uncle Sen." She spoke calmly, not addressing him directly, but simply responding politely.

Fuyuki quickly calmed herself down and stared at the man's face.

Why are you here?

In a world where everything is digitized and vanishes into nothingness.

She finally found the child who was the last one protected by the world.

Atsushi Nakajima is able to continue to exist here with a complete mindset because of the world's protection.

So, in a place where no life should exist, we see people who shouldn't exist.

What's the reason for this guy's actions?

The question that had been churning in my mind ever since I saw him resurfaced once again.

Port Mafia.

The leader of this organization.

Fuyuki felt her hand being touched by warm skin, and then she took it.

It's Alice.

My thoughts were interrupted.

The humanoid with supernatural abilities smiled at her as if she were seeing an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time, and her whole demeanor was exceptionally bright.

"Fuyuki-chan, it's so nice to see you again. I'm so glad everyone is safe and sound!"

Alice hugged her, her blue eyes brimming with undisguised passion. Her tone was expectant and confident: "Did you come to find me? This place is very safe. It's the end of the world, but it's okay. I'll protect you here!"

She genuinely expressed her exceptional kindness to the girl in front of her, just as she had planned, and even Mori Ougai was drawn to move closer to Fuyuki.

Alice has superpowers, but she doesn't really look like someone with superpowers.

Dongshu froze, the warmth of his body seemingly making all the fatigue in his body disappear in an instant.

However, as a former friend, seeing the familiar face, feeling the familiar scent, and hearing the familiar voice, she couldn't help but relax completely.

Her eyes seemed to glisten with tears, and as she opened and closed her lips, she called out the name again: "...Alice".

She complained, "This place is so tiring."

She was so tired that she didn't want to move another step, even though her troubles had already been resolved by the main body.

Even though she had pointed out the true path for herself, she still felt exhausted.

From the moment she came into this world, it seemed she had never had a single moment to rest.

Did she sleep? It doesn't seem so.

So sleepy, so tired, so exhausted... and the wounds, those wounds that appeared and then healed, they hurt so much...

She closed her dark eyes, obeying her body's will, allowing herself to expose her vulnerable side, and then embraced the humanoid superpower in front of her.

"Can you help me? I don't want to be this tired anymore. This world... it wants to live, and you all want to live, so what do you want to do, and what can I do? What should we all do..." Her words became increasingly incoherent as she clutched the red dress in front of her.

The helpless child grew increasingly sad. She wanted to seek help from her old friend, and even took the initiative to expose her confusion, completely relying on the other person.

Fuyuki was unaware that Alice possessed supernatural abilities.

Her gaze passed over Alice's shoulder and landed on the smiling man behind her.

A man who calculates every gain and loss with the precision of a computer, dedicating himself to the organization with tireless effort...

Fuyuki knew that this guy wouldn't live here alone; for the Port Mafia, for Yokohama, he definitely had other ways.

As part of the Yokohama triangle, she has yet to encounter the other two forces: the Armed Detective Agency and the Special Abilities Department.

However, with Mori Ougai here, she didn't think the other two sides would simply disappear.

This is a direct signal.

As three organizations closely connected to the world, they seem to be hiding secrets that have never been revealed to the world and the city.

As long as he survives, the Port Mafia will continue to survive, and the indispensable triangle will also survive.

Like a chain, it connects these inseparable things little by little.

Fuyuki stared into those familiar purple eyes for a moment, then closed them as if nothing had happened.

"You don't have to do anything, right?"

Alice puffed out her cheeks, seemingly finding it somewhat amusing; her smile didn't fade, and she became even more excited.

She complained, "Little Winter Tree seems to have become stupid. When you get back, eat more sweets. Sweets are justice."

The two little ones, who shared a love for sweets, hugged each other tightly, while behind them, the patriarch held a weapon also called a knife.

After a brief period of safety, countless data attacks came crashing down. This peace and tranquility could not last long; they would only fight each other in this place.

We still need to leave here.

The situation has become strange.

Children are responsible for safety, while adults take on all the fighting.

"Sister." Nakajima Atsushi, who had appeared unnoticed, suddenly reached out and grabbed Fuyuki's clothes.

He was exceptionally strong.

Fuyuki, who was taking advantage of the little bit of time to relax and see if she could get anything out of the person in front of her, was pulled out of her embrace.

Fuyuki: "?"

What is this for?

She turned around.

Yamato no Kami Yasusada was still fighting, but as the number of his opponents decreased, his expression became more relaxed. In addition, the departure of the two children also relieved a lot of pressure on his battle.

The flashing of swords, the fluid swordplay of the tsukumogami never ceased.

Atsushi Nakajima gripped Fuyuki's clothes, and seeing that she didn't move for a long time, his fingers gradually tightened, and his head gradually lowered, looking extremely frightened.

Fuyuki caught a glimpse of his eyes in the last second—extremely clear-headed and yearning, yet also carrying a hint of undeniable timidity.

His past experiences shaped his personality and way of doing things.

It cannot be changed in a short time.

He seemed to have recovered from his strange state; the madness and confusion in his eyes had completely disappeared, and his beautiful yet pitiful eyes now only held the image of Fuyuki.

Atsushi Nakajima lived a short life guided by different people, and at each stage he seemed to be searching for someone he could rely on.

My thoughts couldn't return to autonomy, but a child hasn't reached the point where autonomy is necessary.

All he remembered was that, in a daze of fear, someone who called herself his older sister and wanted to be his mother protected him.

He's a strange person, but very quiet, and he likes him a lot.

In the empty orphanage, the director stared at him with resentment, and his companions, or rather, his companions, were afraid of him. They couldn't really be called companions, since no one liked him.

Sister… Atsushi Nakajima shook his head. Where was his sister, his Yuko sister?

He couldn't find her.

Atsushi Nakajima took a half step forward, wanting to get closer to the gentle aura before him, even though he was being coldly ignored.

But who is Yuko-neechan? Why did he keep thinking about that name before?

Who exactly is Yuko-neechan?

Confusion filled his heart, but when he saw the paulownia tree in front of him, its gentleness and softness completely dispelled that confusion.

Fuyuki looked at him.

His dark, pure eyes held a familiar tenderness.

"Hmm." Fuyuki then gripped his clothes tightly with his hand.

She tilted her head.

The little boy had disheveled hair and a timid expression, but there wasn't a single wound on his body. He didn't look like a weak and helpless child who should be in such a place.

wrong.

This abnormal and unusual state naturally attracted Mori Ōgai's attention.

Fuyuki noticed his gaze warily.

This child is not someone this guy can waste.

When she was a leader in another world, she mostly used this guy as a template when she was studying.

Even if you can't see clearly at first, you'll eventually understand what Mori Ōgai's leader looks like.

If it benefits him, he will exploit even a child.

The optimal solution is his guiding principle, the ultimate method he will implement after exhausting all other options.

Fuyuki reached out and patted Nakajima Atsushi's head, her tone steady and trying to maintain her gentleness: "Don't be afraid, we'll be safe soon, and we'll be able to leave here soon."

"You can first think about what you want to eat and what you want to do."

All peace of mind has been achieved.

She tried her best to comfort the anxious child.

But dry words could only remind him of ordinary things; no matter how eloquent the language, she couldn't bring herself to say it, nor did she know how.

Touching and hugging were the gentlest gestures she could think of.

Countless times, I was held in the arms of swords, my head was stroked, my hands were held, and I was comforted with gentle words and protected with all my might.

She had once felt this warmth and felt at ease because of it... Fuyuki lowered her eyes. If she did this, the other person would also feel at ease.

Her body completely blocked Mori Ōgai's view.

Mori Ōgai twirled the scalpel between his fingers a few times before stabbing it fiercely into the invisible enemy.

A smile still lingered on his lips as he landed on Dongshu's back, seemingly seeing the child being protected in front of her through her body.

Is there anything special about that child?

He couldn't see, but both his own observations and the actions he took at that moment confirmed his belief in the child's special nature.

A person with superpowers?

It's definitely not that simple.

The intangible things were making their hands increasingly numb; they seemed to carry tiny electric currents within them, and mimicking humans in battle was no longer enough for them.

Mori Ougai's smile remained unchanged, but his expression instantly turned icy.

It's in the way.

The scalpel plunged into the gleaming core.

Even when the problem is based on intangible data, they can always find that core element that keeps them going.

The tough blade completely shredded it, bit by bit, until it all turned to nothingness.

The seemingly frail doctor can transform life-saving items into sharp weapons for combat.

From doctor to the head of the Port Mafia, his hand never faltered.

He must face bloodshed, he must exploit death, and what he wants is profit and stability.

We cannot hesitate, we cannot be weak.

We must not expose any weaknesses and allow others to seize them.

He knew exactly what he wanted, and he also knew exactly what the consequences of each of his actions would be.

Just like now, he knows why he's here.

His fluid fighting movements continued uninterrupted, and through the gaps in the screen, his gaze involuntarily fell on Fuyuki, who was still comforting Nakajima Atsushi.

He narrowed his purple eyes.

A young girl who can command powerful warriors.

This is the initial impression of the other person.

but.

Many years have passed without finding even a trace of the other party. During his search, even the city itself seemed to be unintentionally hindering his efforts.

Now that the world has completely disappeared, it has suddenly reappeared, still looking exactly the same as before.

The optimal solution.

The strength in his hand loosened.

His optimal solution.

The seemingly present yet invisible aura that maintained the peace of this area has vanished.

The data rushed over, no longer gathering around the two adults to fight them, but instead pointing its sharp blade at the three child-like beings who were powerless to even kill a chicken.

Fuyuki raised her eyes warily. She didn't move, and just before the data was about to hit her face, a familiar blade blocked her way.

Sparks flew, then it retaliated, instantly beheading the evil entity that had attacked its master.

"Owner."

The blue figure seemed to overlap with the red figure in the snow, the scarf fluttering around her neck as it had always been.

But this time, it's white.

The temperature was like a stove in the snow, a gentle warmth that carried an undeniable sense of comfort and security.

Even without orders, Yamato no Kami Yasusada, as a sword, will naturally protect his master.

Together with their master, they will protect history and annihilate any entity that attempts to alter it.

That was his destiny at this time.

As expected, Fuyuki praised her, "Well done."

"Yes." Yamato no Kami Yasusada's eyes sparkled as he charged back into the battle.

Fuyuki grabbed the scarf around her neck and wrapped the other half around Nakajima Atsushi's body. Alice leaned over worriedly, but was pushed away by Fuyuki's forehead.

The haughty girl stood up sullenly, crossed her arms, and turned her head to the side, looking like she didn't want to talk to her anymore, but her eyes would occasionally glance at her as if she didn't care.

So cute.

Such a personality is impossible to dislike.

Fuyuki sighed.

She forced herself to ignore Alice.

"Uncle Mori, you really do seem to be not very good at fighting." Fuyuki blinked, looking completely innocent, as if he genuinely felt sorry for his elder's frail appearance.

Mori Ōgai: Smiling.jpg

"Oh dear, how can you say that, Fuyuki? It was just a slip-up."

Dongshu smiled at him: "Whether it was a mistake or not, I believe you know better than I do."

"Rintaro."

[Author's Note]

Happy Children's Day! [Dog head holding a rose] Happy Dragon Boat Festival! [Dog head holding a rose]

Little Winter Tree—Become the King of Kids! Hehehe.

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today.

Me: My buddy, let's get started on writing.

Buddy Sang: Code.

Three hours later.

My friend: I'm tired and sleepy. Let's have the final battle at 8,000 tomorrow.

I:? ? ?

My friend: It's settled, I've set my alarm.

Me: Huh?!

Buddy: [Dog head holding a rose] (Unstoppable rapid shutdown)

Me: [Cracks open]