Chapter 15

Third person perspective.

Dongshu sat on a roadside bench with a small tiger perched on her lap, occasionally rubbing its face against the hand that was resting on her head.

The tiger cub's fur is so soft that whether it's being petted or playfully cuddled, it can melt your heart.

While playing with the little tiger, Dongshu was thinking about how she had left quickly after the incident to avoid any unforeseen trouble.

She tried to piece together the images that were vaguely flashing through her mind, gradually sorting out the things she hadn't seen at the moment.

Chuuya Nakahara was taken to the port Mafia, where, persuaded by the leader Mori Ougai, he temporarily partnered with Osamu Dazai to investigate the former leader's revival and the Arahabaki incident.

On their way to find Rando, the only surviving witness from the last appearance of the former leader, they encountered enemies, but it was nothing serious.

When danger is imminent, she has that strange premonition... or rather, the world will step in to warn her.

Even if they no longer have the energy to take care of their beloved children all the time, they will still find time in their busy schedules to pay attention to their children's safety.

...This is the world of an old father caught in Schrödinger's busy schedule.

Winter Tree sighed.

"Master... water."

"......retreat."

Dongshu looked up at the sound and saw Wuhutui standing in front of him, with four tiger cubs at his feet, each holding a bottle of water.

Dongshu took it; the bottle cap had been unscrewed and then put back on, it was very loose, and she didn't need to use much force to open it.

Even the smallest details are taken care of.

She took two sips, put the cap back on, and stood up.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga disappeared without a trace. Shortly after Gokotai went to buy water, he left with a smile, saying, "Life needs a few scares."

I have no idea what kind of fright he wanted.

But there's no need to worry about not being able to find him; the flow of spiritual energy is too obvious, always indicating his location.

Fuyuki and Goko were wandering aimlessly. According to the feedback they received, Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu were listening to Rando recount the details of his encounter with the former leader.

There's nothing to do for now.

Unlike inside the citadel where you can just find a place to sit and play on your terminal, here in Yokohama, it's a completely unfamiliar place.

She didn't even have a place to live, and the money she had was obtained by exchanging the small amount of gold she carried with her. After all, gold was worth gold and could be exchanged for some money.

At least they won't starve to death.

To be honest, didn't the world consider the possibility of the Saniwa starving to death when issuing the mission?

Fuyuki was puzzled.

When they have spiritual power, tsukumogami do not need to eat, but under normal circumstances, they will eat with the master.

Of course, tsukumogami also have a appetite, but it's more about liking a certain food than about filling their stomachs.

Therefore, many citadels choose not to feed their spirits in order to save money.

But such cases are extremely rare.

No normal human being would assume that beings who appear to be of the same kind do not need to eat.

Fuyuki walked along the roadside. To her right, she could see the shimmering sea, and to her left, cars sped by. There were hardly any people along the way.

She stopped and grabbed the railing; she wasn't much taller than the railing.

Looking at the sea, Fuyuki suddenly felt a pang of sadness for no apparent reason.

Boundless, desolate, and melancholic.

That's the sea.

It's as if you're all alone, with your back to the crowd, your back to everything, your eyes only on the sea, and all you can feel is the vast emptiness of the sea and... death.

She suddenly felt a little down.

Is it because of the sea?

...It's a wonderful feeling.

—

As Dongshu was engrossed in his work, a piece of paper suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Before she could even express her surprise, the information on the paper instantly silenced her.

She grasped Goko's hand and shared the right to see the paper with him: "Go, let's go."

A piece of paper appeared before Gokotai's eyes. His eyes sharpened, and he quickly carried the slow-moving Saniwa on his back.

"Yes, ma'am."

Dongshu lowered her head and saw the stone slab beneath Goko's feet become blurry, and then become clear again.

At the same time, the information transmitted by the spiritual energy carried a sense of danger.

That piece of paper was a means of communication in the world; it told the Saniwa who had taken on its mission:

In a later timeline, time travelers interfere with history.

—

In the spacious yet dilapidated warehouse, Rimbaud, the true mastermind, is exposed by Dazai Osamu. Nakahara Chuuya, who then realizes the truth, arrives at the same time. He descends from the sky, leaving a long mark on the ground. A few words exchanged, and a battle is about to break out.

And here, there is someone who shouldn't be there.

She looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, a girl in the prime of her life.

A thread suddenly appeared and silently burrowed into the neck of Rimbaud, who was standing in mid-air using his supernatural abilities. His golden eyes suddenly became tired, and in an instant, he fell to one side.

The girl suddenly appeared and caught him, her gentle movements like she was protecting a precious treasure. She gently laid Rimbaud flat on the cube created by his supernatural power.

The subspace created by Rimbaud's ability did not disappear.

After settling Rimbaud in, the girl stood in mid-air and looked down at the two on the ground.

[Supernatural abilities, meticulously crafted.]

The mechanical warrior that appeared at the same time as her was covered in threads and was fighting with Chuuya Nakahara, who looked impatient.

"What is this thing?!"

Then came another series of fierce leg whips.

A person with the ability to travel through space? No, her ability is those strange threads...

That is...

Dazai Osamu noticed the threads wrapped around the girl's fingers and the mechanical samurai; although they were not connected, they were identical.

The former leader, who was being manipulated within the subspace that trapped Dazai Osamu, continued his attack. Dazai Osamu dodged while trying to touch the subspace wall to eliminate the subspace.

However, whenever Dazai Osamu was about to come into contact with the subspace wall, the subspace would change shape or retreat, and the former leader's movements became more methodical, significantly increasing the danger.

Dazai Osamu already had wounds on his body.

"Ouch... I'm really afraid of pain..."

The sudden appearance of the girl interrupted Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya's plans, making things even more complicated.

The girl's long, golden hair cascaded down, swaying slightly in the air currents. Her pure blue eyes were filled with anger and resentment. She held the threads in her hands as the tall mechanical warrior fought back and forth with Chuuya Nakahara.

With the world's help, Fuyuki reached her destination in less time than planned, and the scene before her eyes came into view.

She located Dazai Osamu, who was being overwhelmed in the subspace, and lunged forward. Her hand touched the yellow subspace, but was blocked.

Fuyuki looked up at the girl in the air. She had an extremely beautiful face, and even the way she was attacking the two boys with a blank expression had a unique charm.

"Hey! Get out of here!"

As Nakahara Chuuya's voice rang out, Fuyuki turned around sharply and saw the mechanical samurai wielding a huge katana, aiming to cleave her head.

It rapidly approached.

But soon, a familiar little figure replaced the dangerous warrior in her eyes.

"I... I can do that too, so let's just say..."

Gokotai uttered his usual weak voice, and the normally timid tsukumogami raised his short sword to block the katana that was much larger than him.

A pure white spiritual energy emanated from his body, as if carrying immense power, and Wu Hu Tui's golden eyes were full of sharpness.

"Absolutely not!"