Chapter 80

Wang Jian and the Kings

She sat listlessly on the rooftop, her white eyes vacant, her whole being exuding an ethereal quality.

Now that the position of the Colorless King is vacant, and as the King's Sword, she has nothing to do, the rare liveliness after leaving the stone slabs has become a thing of the past.

It feels somewhat empty.

High above, humans are as tiny as ants. It is rush hour, and the honking of cars rises and falls, marking the start of a noisy day.

With one hand supporting her on the ground, she flipped herself up, touched the ground with her toes, and nimbly stood on the railing. She opened her arms, letting the wind blow her coat and hair. Without any rules, she was extremely free.

As my center of gravity shifted, my body began to rub against the railing beneath my feet.

In an instant, a strong sense of weightlessness came over me, gravity controlled the direction of my body, everything became ethereal and unreal, and the loss of control caused my adrenaline to surge.

thump!

My heart was pounding, as if it were vibrating right next to my ears, each beat clearly countable.

thump!

Wuse closed her eyes and let her body fall.

She had no one to rely on and was all alone.

Time is stretched out infinitely, and the world is put on a slow-motion buff.

Suddenly, her white hair turned completely black, and her eyes opened at the same time, revealing a deep-seated helplessness hidden in the mysterious darkness.

The deliberately suppressed power erupted, the downward trend was forcibly suppressed, her clothes fluttered and shook, and the air miraculously supported her body.

Looking at the azure sky, Fuyuki calmly said, "Colorless, that's going too far."

Then, my body was manipulated to fly back to the rooftop and sit comfortably back in the original position.

Freedom, boundless.

Wuse brushed her messy white hair behind her head, then giggled and rested her head on Dongshu's shoulder, saying coquettishly, "It's okay, it's okay."

Winter Tree materialized and sat independently on the edge of the rooftop, side by side with Colorless Tree, its legs dangling in the air.

The head and neck touched, black and white intersected, like a mysterious chant.

Dongshu knew that there was nothing to do with color or matter. Her consciousness was forever contained within Wang Jian's body, yet also suspended in the air. Her body was sometimes real and sometimes ethereal; that was her freedom, and also her time.

Colorless waits, waiting for the appearance of the Colorless King.

But no one knows when the king will be born.

The endless wait is like the long night before dawn, with no way forward and no end in sight.

The emptiness of loneliness will engulf a person, and eventually even the purest colors will be stained with darkness.

Wuse grinned: "Want to play? Fuyuki, I'm so bored."

Fuyuki sighed, "But I'm so tired."

Her consciousness was operating simultaneously in seven directions without stopping, and at this moment, it was even operating in eight directions at the same time. Although she would not feel physically tired, mental fatigue was inevitable.

This is also because it's the first time using it.

Not skilled enough.

Colorless pouted: "Okay."

She is still very understanding.

"Then I'll sleep with you!"

Fuyuki was deeply moved, so she said expressionlessly, "No."

"Hey—why?"

Colorless grievance.

"You've got something to do."

The wave transmission has begun.

Dresden acted quickly, but it remains to be seen how good their judgment will be this time.

"Go quickly," Dongshu urged.

“...Oh.” Wuse pouted, unwillingly.

But she also sensed the presence of the king.

The Colorless King.

Not too early, not too late, but at this exact moment!

Colorless (Angry): My first impression was terrible!

—

"So...Aka-chan is the King's Sword?"

After processing the few words that Aka had casually uttered, Totsuka Tatara spoke with difficulty.

Sitting on the sofa, Akari nodded and scratched the back of her red hair: "Anyway, it's all the same. Whether it's Akari or Fuyuki, they are both King Swords."

"Wait, wait, wait! What does this mean? Are there two Wang Jian?" Hatta Mi was going crazy. He couldn't understand why his Wang Jian had changed its name after going out for a while.

Red leaned back, completely relaxed, his posture carefree: "Why think so much? Aren't they all the same? The Red King Sword is here. I'm here."

Through the red glass bead in her hand, Anna Kushina saw that in the colorful world, red was an unchanging color.

She said in a steady voice:

"The same."

"Winter Tree and Red Tree are the same."

"Anna?" Kusanagi Izumo tapped on something under his hand, looked over, and asked.

Anna Kushina tilted her head, a serious expression appearing on her usually well-behaved and delicate face. She nodded to confirm, "No problem."

Watching this group of people fussing over meaningless things with boredom, she nudged Suoh Mikoto to the side and whispered, "King, is the picnic fun?"

Suoh Mikoto raised his eyes slightly, his emotionless gaze falling on Akane: "...Ah, not bad."

A boring answer.

Chi blinked, mimicking his gesture by propping his face up with his hand, and deliberately lowered his voice: "...Ah, not bad."

Suoh Mikoto: "..."

Chi continued blinking.

Is Akagi imitating King?

At that moment, Totsuka Tatara walked over.

Chi nodded: "Yes. Because King really doesn't talk much."

Totsuka Tatara nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Suoh Mikoto: "...Huh?"

He seemed to disagree.

However, disagreeing was useless, so Chi stood up with a pout.

Having been in HOMRA for so long, the total number of words he's spoken to Fuyuki is less than three digits; saying it's few is not an exaggeration at all.

Suoh Mikoto, who only enjoys sleeping: "?"

Suoh Mikoto's eyes, when not using his power, are a clear amber color, a very simple and warm color.

Perhaps this also reflects some aspects of his personality.

Looking into his eyes, Akira encouraged him expressionlessly: "King, cheer up, you just had a picnic."

Suoh Mikoto replied calmly, "Understood."

"Is picnic fun?" she asked again.

Suoh Mikoto: "...Fun."

"Is it fun?"

"It's fun." This time, the statement was more certain.

Chi Xiao nodded like an adult: "That's more like it. You have to pause before you speak. Where's your spirit then?"

Totsuka Tatara watched the pointless conversation between the two, one big and one small, clutching his stomach and trying not to laugh, his whole body trembling slightly.

King really doesn't even realize it himself.

—That trust in Wang Jian.

—

"Then I'll leave it to you, Fushimi-kun."

Fushimi Saruhiko left expressionlessly with the documents, his demeanor unchangingly gloomy.

This man is truly despicable!

Seeing this, Qing adjusted her glasses and accurately placed the puzzle piece in the correct position.

"Rites Master, the document."

Munakata Reisi paused, his hand holding the jigsaw puzzle piece still, his glasses reflecting the light: "It won't delay."

"document."

Another puzzle piece was placed.

"Tsk."

Munakata Reisi deliberately revealed a childish stubbornness in his blue-purple eyes that didn't suit his image, and a sense of amusement spread through his heart: "I won't do it."

Seeing this, Qing sighed. Her blue hair, tied in a ponytail, fell down her straight back, making her look energetic.

Then, Wang Jian gave a strange smile: "My dear Reisi, I don't want to rush you to work either, after all, I'm not exactly a workaholic sword."

"but."

She raised her voice: "Can't you even touch your own puzzle pieces! We agreed on one set for each of us!"

Snap!

She forcefully slapped away that slender yet powerful hand.

She loved puzzles from the first time she tried them, but she preferred the sense of accomplishment of completing them by herself and didn't want to work with anyone!

not at all!

Dissatisfaction shone in her blue eyes behind her non-prescription glasses. Her usual serious expression vanished, replaced by a childish pout: "You really are annoying."

Munakata Reisi kept a straight face, but a fleeting smile crossed his eyes.

As the Blue King, he mostly speaks commands and statements. Such childish dialogue is quite rare.

Moreover, the Blue King Sword's annoyingness is almost like its whining.

He stopped teasing Qing and instead took out his own puzzle, holding the puzzle in one hand, a document in the other, and drinking tea with the other.

God knows how the Blue King, a genuine human, managed to achieve the effect of having three arms.

Qing snorted and stopped talking to him, focusing on the large support in his hand.

She is a very understanding Wang Jian, and she is also very understanding of her own king's "sensibility".

Qing suddenly glanced at the red bean paste placed to the side; its bright color was quite beautiful.

Red bean paste?

Well...

She silently turned her head and continued to devote herself to the jigsaw puzzle project.

This beautiful gift from Awashima Seri should be given to our beloved Blue King to enjoy.

Yes, she's so thoughtful.

[Author's Note]

Red bean paste?

Do you want to eat red bean paste? [doge emoji]