Chapter 38 Eighteen Years Old (Part Two)

As dusk settled, the afterglow shone through the windows onto the shattered glass on the floor, and the crystal chandelier, its broken frame trailing behind it, emitted a faint glow.

Dazai Osamu held Oda Sakunosuke in his arms, his expression one of deep sorrow.

Regarding the dilemma of never having obtained something and then losing it, the coward finally took a step forward, only to face a cruel outcome.

Chuuya Nakahara insisted that Rei Yokawa was not dead, but neither Edogawa Ranpo nor Osamu Dazai could find any clues despite trying every method.

"Da-da-da-da"

Dazai Osamu was so absorbed in his grief that he paid no attention to the footsteps. Normally, he would have been able to tell who the footsteps belonged to.

Light as a petal falling to the ground.

It belongs to the person he longs for.

Bathed in the evening light, her light green eyes shone with a captivating brilliance.

The elf held the green fluorite-like pendant and walked slowly forward step by step.

She felt it again.

Sadness, pain, and confusion.

It's been a long time since I felt the emotions of fifteen-year-old Osamu Dazai.

Yao Chuanling had empathized with him before and did not want that feeling to appear in his life again.

She bent down and gently called to him, "Dazai, don't be sad."

The girl's voice was gentle and ethereal, yet it carried a reassuring and trusting power.

Dazai Osamu looked up in a panic and saw her face, as if they had met again after a lifetime.

It's only been three days since we last saw each other.

The gift that Daiyokawa Rei gave her once again proved useful.

Yao Chuanling couldn't help but wonder: Did she know this day would come all along?

The spring of life flowed gently from her palm into Oda Sakunosuke's heart like a babbling brook.

"Yaoyao...you're back?"

"It's probably all a dream, and I fear it might startle the one in the dream." Dazai Osamu's voice was slightly hoarse, and he blinked, as if he had just escaped from this illusion.

The elf's figure gradually blurred, his long, light golden hair blowing in the wind and swirling around his face.

The Fountain of Life had been used before, and she replenished the lost efficacy with her own life force.

Yao Chuanling had always known that she was such a crazy and obsessive person.

So insane that he disregarded all restrictions and forcibly resurrected someone who should have died.

"Xiao Zhu, your sins have been absolved. Go and realize your dream. I want to be the first reader of your new book."

Oda Sakunosuke, with his eyes half-open, vaguely heard Yokawa Rei's voice.

He moved his lips and responded with a sound.

Dazai Osamu reached out to grab her.

"Don't be sad, A-Zhi." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead tenderly. "I'll come back when the flowers bloom."

She gave him her sincerest blessings, hoping only that his future would be bright and that he would have someone to accompany him along the way.

When Yokawa Rei first met Dazai Osamu, she felt an immediate connection with him, and honestly, she didn't want to have anything to do with him again. But by a twist of fate, they became friends, and she could no longer ignore his dark and mysterious nature; she wanted to draw him into her world.

"I wish this so sincerely, my dear friend."

On the days I can't be with you, my dear coward, don't be afraid, keep moving forward.

Dazai Osamu was spoiled by Yokawa Reiko.

She taught him the silencing spell, bandaged him up, and worried that she wouldn't be able to take good care of this dark and solitary little mushroom, so she often took him out to bask in the sun.

He always said that Yokawa Rei favored Nakahara Chuuya, even though in other people's eyes, he was the one who received the most favoritism.

The elf's figure gradually disappeared. Dazai Osamu only felt a fleeting soft touch on his forehead, like a startled swan skimming the surface of water, creating ripples in his heart.

"Step into the sunlight, Dazai."

I'm sorry, Ranpo, but in the end, she still chose to do it this way.

The girl's figure transformed into a seed and gently landed in his palm.

Dazai Osamu gripped it tightly, but worried about crushing it, so he slowly loosened his grip.

A slender, delicate hand completely enveloped the seed that didn't resemble a seed.

"Light...?"

Perhaps it wouldn't be bad to give it a try, given that he's never ventured into that side of himself.

The handsome, pale-faced boy closed his eyes, a tear falling from the corner of his eye.

Afterwards, Dazai Osamu defected to the Port Mafia and began a four-year-long career of whitewashing. Eventually, he arrived at the Armed Detective Agency, where he encountered the long-awaited Edogawa Ranpo.

Led by Rimbaud, Oda Sakunosuke travels to Sawakibu Town, finds the five children, and picks up his pen again to begin writing.

The port mafia fell silent once more. The leader remained coldly silent, and intensified his surveillance of Yumeno Kyusaku; Nakahara Chuuya, though resentful and heartbroken, was powerless to change the situation, and during that time he beat people with much more force.

“Mr. Dazai, if you wish to return, the Port Mafia will always welcome you.”

On the eve of his defection, during his last training session with him, Ryunosuke Akutagawa seemed to understand something, and collapsed to the ground, exhausted, as he spoke.

He was the one who brought him back to the Port Mafia, the one who helped him find the meaning of life, and the one who taught him how to better use his supernatural abilities. He was deeply grateful to and respected Osamu Dazai.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa believed that people need a certain meaning to live. Now that Osamu Dazai has gone to the other side to find his own meaning, he doesn't understand why it's the bright side, but he also knows that he can't stop him.

Hong Kong | The black-clad scoundrel's gaze fell on the flowerpot in his arms.

The newly planted seeds have not yet sprouted, and the surface of the soil is flat and uneven, looking nothing special.

Growing flowers, especially naturally bright and beautiful ones like Yaochuanling, always requires the nourishment of sunlight.

Dazai Osamu, carrying the small flowerpot, walked away without looking back.

The sunlight acted as a dividing line, Dazai Osamu walked into the light, while he was left in the shadows.

Like an old, forgotten knife.

"One day, I will gain your approval."

*

Beyond trillions of worlds, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old with slightly curly sideburns stopped drinking coffee, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at the pacifier flashing on his chest.

"What's wrong, Reborn?"

The brown-haired boy sitting next to him immediately noticed something was wrong with him, or perhaps it was a sudden onset of his hyperintuition, and he asked him a question.

"Ling is in trouble."

Reborn is Yokawa Rei's anchor point.

The fairy left a trace of spiritual energy in Sunny's pacifier, which was how Reborn knew she was safe in another world.

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to Qingzhi's pacifier.

The pale green light flickered like a dying flame in the wind.

She was absent from their lives for four years, but she still holds a very important place in their hearts.

The light suddenly went out.

Hayato Gokudera was the first to lose his temper and blurted out, "Mr. Reborn, what does it mean when the light goes out?"

It was clearly a terrible ending, but he held onto a sliver of hope, praying that it wasn't the worst possible outcome.

What on earth did that idiot do?!

But those far away in the distant world could only watch helplessly.

"Yao Chuanling won't die. She promised us she would come back."

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked around at the family members present, concealing his worry, and said with certainty.

At eighteen, he possessed a more Vongola leader's demeanor than the useless Tsuna of yesteryear. He reassured everyone first, saying, "This is an instruction from Hyperintuition."

The Hyper Intuition inherited from the first Vongola has always been considered a cheat code, and Sawada Tsunayoshi's use of the Hyper Intuition did indeed put them at ease.

"Reborn, please pay more attention to the pacifier from now on."

The young teacher curled her lips into a smile: "I knew I would have done it even if you hadn't told me. Also, don't order me around."

That was his favorite child.

When the news reached Sicily, Levi had already described it as—"Yaochuan Ling is dead."

In Varia, the person who has the worst relationship with Yaochuan Ling is Levi. He is jealous of the boss's special treatment of her, and he couldn't help but laugh when he heard the news.

With one less formidable rival, the boss will eventually see his worth.

The wine glass and the knife were thrown at him together. Levi blocked the attack of the knife and let the red wine run down his head.

"Levy, if you can't speak properly, then shut up."

"Bell said in a sinister tone."

He was holding several small knives between his fingers, as if he was about to throw them forward.

"Shut up! You trash!"

XANXUS crushed the communicator, his mood at its lowest point.

Squalo is still out on a mission; Mammon is concerned about Ribourne's physical changes and is secretly working with Verdi to study them, so he hasn't returned yet.

"How does Sawada Tsunayoshi protect people?!"

This is displaced anger.

Varia, a true tyrant, kicked the glassware on the counter with his long leg, shattering it into pieces. He abruptly stood up, staring at the smashed picture frame with a strange expression.

Lusslia printed out the photos from that day, framed them, and a 40-inch "family portrait" still hangs in the hall.

In the photo, a fourteen-year-old girl makes a heart shape with her hands and has a sweet smile.

"Inform Squalo to keep a close eye on news from Sawada Tsunayoshi's side."

XANXUS scoffed and stepped away from the messy place.

"Don't you know the boss's temper? Xiaoling has just gone on a trip to another world, she'll be back soon."

Lusslia handed Levi a towel and then soothingly pushed Bell back to his room.

With the captain away, he really couldn't handle this group of troublemakers all by himself.

His words came very quickly, and six years had passed.

At the critical moment when the Vongola faced a crisis, the person they had been waiting for finally returned.