Chapter 129 (Correcting Bugs)

Mikazuki: I won't be unhappy just because I wasn't touched!

In an instant, his outstretched world consciousness forcefully pulled Fuyuki into his arms.

He held her, standing in the void. The bewildered girl sobbed on His shoulder, tears falling in a steady stream, but she bit her lip tightly, not making a sound.

"I'm here, don't be afraid, Little Winter Tree..." The world consciousness gently patted her back, feeling her trembling little body. It lowered its head, and the human body that appeared had no specific shape, but it carried a warm and reassuring aura.

He didn't know how his beloved being had changed into this state in the short time he had been away, but his body had already embraced it before his consciousness could.

At the same time, the forces belonging to the world flew out, their purpose clear: to retrieve the existence that carried the essence of the winter tree.

He thought, "Little Winter Tree, so heartbroken and disheveled, probably still needs the comfort of those swordsmen..."

Unaware of his thoughts, Fuyuki hastily wiped away her tears and looked up.

Then, they fell silent again.

"..."

The words that used to flow from her lips were no longer there; only sobs remained, and she could say nothing more.

Fuyuki gripped the stray dog ​​tightly, looked up, and the city that had left its mark on her body seemed to have truly vanished into thin air.

She couldn't find it.

She couldn't find even the slightest trace of it.

Yokohama?

It was in this state of confusion that the little stray dog ​​suggested this name.

Dongshu suddenly raised her head, her dark eyes fixed on Him, the tears still glistening in them, falling little by little like starlight into her eyes.

In the darkness, she carried a glimmer of hope.

"He sacrificed himself."

The world consciousness did not hide anything.

He knew what decision the elder had made, and at this moment, seeing the girl choking with sobs, that nameless final obsession found its place.

Little winter tree.

A smile crept onto his lips, revealing a global consciousness.

Use your own aura to completely surround the destitute child.

As expected of Little Winter Tree.

Even initially, it was Yokohama who first expressed his affection for her.

Even though it was only a short stay, I still can't forget it.

The city's will favors not any of its inhabitants, but a strange girl from outside the world.

It is shrouded in mystery and has even been recruited by other forces.

She is an exception in this world; the thick barriers of the world, which have been breached time and time again, are opened to her without reservation.

"...Will he never come back?" Fuyuki tightened his fingers, still wanting an impossible answer.

The tears stopped flowing.

She simply stared at the indistinct world consciousness before her.

He asked persistently.

Yokohama, which answered her call at the last moment but also brought her farewell... Even so, she couldn't hate this city.

She liked Him very much.

He introduced her to his special children one by one, and then concealed everything about her.

He liked her very much.

"I'm still alive. The city will reappear, I'm still here, this world is still alive, how could Yokohama, the center of the world, not return?"

The little stray dog ​​comforted her; at that moment, her naivety faded, and a mature, divine consciousness of the world was fully revealed.

He gazed at the winter tree, feeling the vitality emanating from it.

[The messenger from Yokohama]...or so it seems.

It is also the messenger of the world.

Where the power swept, the colors of kitesurium and ochre began to be reforged.

The World Consciousness embraced her, slowly tightening its arms: "Not only Yokohama, but all people, all things, and all events will be restored to their original state."

Fuyuki looked at His blurry face, and heard the assurances from the world in his ears.

Clear and decisive.

He said, “I promise.”

The three words fell.

It hit her heart hard.

Dongshu pursed her lips: "Okay."

She believes in Him.

The World Consciousness, after carefully considering how to handle the situation in Yokohama, stroked her hair and gently instructed her, "Next, there's one last guy who might come looking for you."

Dongshu's eyes curved into a smile, a fleeting tenderness quickly replaced by anger. She knew what the little wild dog was talking about.

Having been in contact with Atsushi Nakajima for so long, and with the shifting fortunes of their relationship, it was inevitable that she would become their target.

Yokohama chose to sacrifice itself.

Using the will of one city to shake the world and eliminate all foreign elements is clearly an extremely worthwhile exchange.

The stray dog ​​has disappeared.

Winter Tree lowered its eyes.

She sat on a stone stool that had been abruptly conjured from nothingness by a wild dog.

My emotions have stabilized.

All the wounds on his body were healed by spiritual power, and even the bloodstains were erased by the world's consciousness.

A clean-cut girl is sitting here.

The adults waited patiently for them to go out.

The stone beneath her was cold. She slowly swung her legs and listlessly fiddled with her fingers.

"Little Winter Tree?"

They've arrived.

Wow, that's fast.

That face.

A face she had never seen before.

However, the identity card that was reconstructed within his body began to heat up, revealing the other party's identity without hesitation.

It stood ten meters away, its hands empty, yet it reached out to her.

Move your feet slowly.

Yokohama is getting closer to her.

Dongshu's blood boiled instantly, and his ears rang.

As if sensing something, the little stray dog ​​that had flown away suddenly returned. It followed Fuyuki's gaze and stared at the guy.

"Yokohama?" the little stray dog ​​exclaimed incredulously, its voice filled with disbelief.

How did you choose this identity...?

Is it possible that, in this creature's judgment, Yokohama is more important than any particular sword or blade?

The person referred to as Yokohama nodded slightly.

The culprit He had been searching for all day had actually shown up here on his own.

The little wild dog thought it would take a little longer, perhaps until the world was poised to act, but the other side was even more impatient than it had imagined.

Dongshu frowned.

Her rationality collapsed in an instant, and her spiritual power surged up as if it were free.

The smell of data is so repulsive.

Even at this point, are you still going to struggle to do something with the very thing you killed?

The final... headquarters belonging to Data Fluid.

Fuyuki pushed the stray dog ​​away, her voice frighteningly calm: "Don't worry about me, this has nothing to do with you."

The little stray dog ​​paused for a moment, then nodded blankly.

Is she angry with Him? Why?

"What's your name?" Dongshu asked weakly, yet with a hint of hope, as she stepped forward.

The girl, who was powerless to even kill a chicken, staggered forward despite the attempts of her protectors to stop her.

"I'm Yokohama, don't you recognize me, Fuyuki?"

Yokohama wiped away its tears; it looked utterly pitiful.

I love you.

It smiled and tilted its head, "I love you, so I'll come back right away. How could I die?"

"Is that so?" Fuyuki lowered his head, his expression unreadable.

The sword curtain beside her hummed in its own space, seemingly responding to the hidden anger of the Saniwa.

The Saniwa's emotions transcended the barriers of space and were transmitted to the arriving Tsukumogami.

She was unhappy.

The inhuman mind cannot see this in the data.

Despite being an extremely important and central entity, it understands the human heart the least.

It was kept secret.

Fuyuki realized this.

Although it was unclear why, its subordinates did not share their intelligence with it.

strangeness.

But it was advantageous to her.

A comprehensive collection of data.

They all originated from the will that originated here.

They chose to plunder this world because of this guy's choice.

“Okay.” Fuyuki looked up.

She drew closer.

"Yokohama" opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she didn't give it the chance; the pent-up anger exploded in an instant.

She clenched her small fist, swung it, jumped up, and slammed it hard into its face.

"You dare come back!" Tears welled in her eyes, her anger seemingly genuine. "Did you even think about what I would do before you died...?"

It cannot be exposed yet.

You need to get to the core.

Fuyuki's voice choked with emotion as she felt the wariness in the other person's eyes vanish after she spoke, only to be replaced by an inorganic contempt in an instant.

It looked down from its high perch, watching the girl it had deceived.

"I'm sorry." Emotions quickly welled up in its eyes. "It was my fault. If you want to hit me, go ahead and do it. Do whatever you like."

It was definitely aimed at her.

She's not strong enough right now, so you probably wouldn't be able to do anything to this guy. Even people he didn't really know could sense the powerful data emanating from him.

Very competitive.

Little stray dog...

[I'm here. It's probably fused with the power of other guys, but I don't know why the information doesn't seem to be shared.]

He saw what Fuyuki was trying to do.

The little wild dog wouldn't object to letting her kill the data fluid targeting her with her own hands.

The lack of information sharing is just what's needed for us.

How can we make it lose its defenses?

Dongshu stared at him, biting her lower lip, her eyes red-rimmed, unable to speak for a long time, looking disappointed and angry.

"You knew you'd come back...you knew I'd be angry, you knew I'd be upset, and you still did this. You don't care about me at all, do you?"

It staggered backward, and then there was no wall to stop it from retreating.

The young, helpless girl approached, and blood quickly seeped from the corner of Data's mouth; it had failed to protect itself.

It was certain that the person in front of it wouldn't actually harm it.

Greed flashed by in an instant.

Get a little closer.

It was about to devour that rich and irresistible fortune.

When he realized that the girl in front of him had truly been deceived, it was as if he had completely merged into that identity.

Despite lacking sufficient information, it still managed to deceive this seemingly auspicious little fellow.

This is the last resort to reverse the situation; even the world's consciousness cannot stop it.

Human emotions are the easiest thing to exploit.

Powerful yet fragile.

Dongshu grabbed its clothes and raised his hand to throw another punch. The fist, covered in spiritual energy, was quite powerful.

"Everything was arranged perfectly, and I followed the plan exactly. Why make any unnecessary self-sacrifice..."

Dongshu's eyes were red-rimmed, and she looked like she was about to cry at any moment, but the tears did not fall.

Poor thing, and heartbroken.

Weak and in need of protection.

Yokohama subtly curled the corners of its mouth, indulging as it leaned down to approach.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault. This will never happen again. I'm here... I'm safe and sound here."

It was applied to the corner of the girl's eye, but strangely, it didn't feel any moisture. It frowned.

wrong!

Before he could react, the soft, weak fingers suddenly became as sharp and ruthless as a blade, and then plunged viciously into his heart.

No, it's not just "seems".

It's not a finger either.

It's a sword.

Mikazuki Munechika smiled as he looked at the expressionless Fuyuki, his main body pierced with data, and said in a gentle voice, "Master, when facing an enemy, killing them directly is the easiest way."

"..."

Its eyes widened, its expression one of utter disbelief.

Dongshu remained expressionless and did not respond. Instead, he stared at the data stream and said in an icy tone, "Peace and safety, huh? That's not a word that suits you."

Lying stiffly on the ground, it was beyond dead; this was the state it should be in.

Despicable existence...

Data flow... no, Yokohama didn't retaliate, letting Fuyuki vent his anger. His eyes were filled with pain and guilt, which only fueled the fury.

“Little Winter Tree.” It grasped her hand. “That’s very decisive. That’s how you should deal with enemies.”

Even though it was Mikazuki Munechika who was ultimately inserted into its body, it still praised its favorite child without reservation.

It smiled, much like that city, riddled with wounds yet still gentle: "In that case, even in the end, I feel at peace."

"...What do you mean?" Dongshu stared at it without moving, she couldn't mistake the undeniable data aura emanating from this guy.

But why would someone say that?

"It will die, but I will come back."

He blinked. This appearance, which was purely derived from the speculation of data fluid, did not suit Him. But at this moment, what Fuyuki saw was not this body.

"..."

She pursed her lips.

Fuyuki loosened his grip.

The data fluid held her hand with an extremely gentle strength: "Kill me."

"Don't hesitate, if it dies, I will come back to life."

His seductive words whispered in her ear, seeping into her heart little by little, "Little Winter Tree, you want to see me, don't you? It was my fault for leaving without saying goodbye, but I said I would come back... uh..."

It suddenly widened its eyes, its pupils contracted sharply, and it looked at the winter tree with disbelief and pain.

Dongshu's face was as cold as ice: "Deceive me? Even at a time like this, you still don't forget to lie?"

Her hand had already grasped the chip containing the data fluid.

Hasebe bowed respectfully and handed her a handkerchief: "Master, please wipe your hands, they are so dirty..."

Dongshu pursed his lips and remained silent, but patted his head.

He felt a surge of excitement as he pressed his hand against Hasebe, yet he tried to suppress it and not make it too obvious.

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The Saniwa ignored him.

As expected of a mechanical creation, once the physical body is grasped, its lifeline is completely unprotected.

She crushed it with all her might, pulling the wretched soul out of her body.

She lowered her head and breathed heavily.

The body in front of him lost control and fell to the ground violently. Without any conditioned reflex to cushion the fall, he plummeted straight down.

There was no dust in the empty space, yet Dongshu still coughed incessantly as if he were choking.

The world touches the remnants of chips.

It is a cycle of all that has been plundered.

Self-reconstruction is possible, but evidence-based reconstruction is more likely to lead to a rapid recovery of the world.

A world undergoing recovery can naturally recover faster with this chip.

A king not trusted by all his subordinates... He looked at the body on the ground that was being annihilated, his eyes flickered, so pitiful.

From the very beginning, the little wild dog was determined to fight against the data flow by preserving what it couldn't discard and rebuilding everything else from scratch.

He saw it clearly, and Yokohama saw it even more clearly.

When Fuyuki returned to this world, the first person he met was Dazai Osamu, who was the leader.

She was caught up in an unstable world, but the world needed her.

Dongshu understands her own position.

She remained silent, her head bowed, doing nothing.

The surrounding area was filled with shimmering, colorful spiritual energy.

A familiar aura of a tsukumogami appeared beside her.

They came silently from the isolated, empty space where they could feel nothing, to their master's side.

Then, I quietly stayed by your side.

Even though they were cut off from physical contact, the constant contracts allowed them to sense the strange state of mind of the Saniwa.

She didn't just dwell on being sad.

The resolute Saniwa pondered what to do next, while the data flow seemed to have been completely annihilated.

Her mission...is complete?

She pursed her lips in confusion, then grabbed the scarf that had fallen to her side.

Dongshu focused her gaze, looked at it, and pulled it off with a little force. The white fabric fell down in layers, covering her hand.

It was as if Yamato no Kami Yasusada had grasped her hand.

Until everything beneath my feet began to twist.

A familiar voice called out from behind.

"Little Winter Tree".

His guardian angel.

[Author's Note]

Little by little, they are reshaped and continue to move forward in the hands of Fuyuki. [Dog head with rose in mouth]