Chapter 46 About Tatsuhiko Shibusawa

Lobotomy Corporation, above-ground construction.

In the well-lit living room, a whiteboard was temporarily placed with some basic mathematical formulas written on it.

After a short few days of teaching, Li Xiang, having had ample rest, even had her dark circles faded somewhat.

Dark circles under the eyes don't disappear, they just move.

As a price for Li Xiang's dark circles disappearing, his student's eyes are now faintly bluish-black.

The incident began the morning after Li Xiang was brought back by X.

The black-haired young man, who was checking the employee list, frowned slightly, unsure which department to put the suitcase in.

Just as he had told Dazai Osamu before, he no longer needed employees.

If a few more criminals are brought back, some lucky employees—not the kind who get lucky on the big wheel—may even get a vacation.

Moreover, X was genuinely afraid that Li Xiang might suddenly die in the containment chamber while working.

It's decided!

Let's stop making the poor number one sinner go to work for now, and let him take care of the kids.

Since we've decided to send Dazai Osamu to school, we can't let a child this age start from first grade.

Let Li Xiang teach it...

Wait a minute, is urban knowledge interconnected with the rest of the world?

"Angela, should I find a tutor for Dazai-kun?"

The supervisor, deeply concerned about not misleading the younger generation, asked Angie A-Meng.

The secretary being questioned was sitting behind another table.

For some reason, the Minister of Welfare was there talking to her.

Upon hearing this, before she could say anything, Daniel, who was talking to her, spoke first:

"Does the supervisor want that child to go to school?"

"Yes, I met a group of kids outside yesterday..."

The black-haired youth hesitated, unsure of his words, "A gang? An organization...?"

"oh?"

Daniel feigned interest, pulled out a chair, and prepared to listen carefully to his supervisor's experience from yesterday.

Seeing that someone else was handling the supervisor's problem for her, Angela went back to her own work.

Over there, the two of them, talking back and forth, came up with a solution.

The employees were unaware of the conversations between the company's senior management, even though their workday had not yet officially begun.

They were already waiting in the break rooms of their respective departments, awaiting instructions from their supervisors.

The head of the control department, with her short brown hair, walked into her department's main lounge with her ever-present notebook.

"Sinclair, the supervisor wants you to come up."

Both "Sinclairs" looked at her, and Malkuth pointed to the real Sinclair who was wearing the body of Ryōshū.

Honglu, whose body is "Sinclair," asked:

"Mr. X, is there something you need from Mr. Sinclair?"

"The supervisor said it was about school."

After casually answering the employee's question, Ilya urged the bewildered "Ryoshu" to go to the supervisor's office and hurried away.

Looking at the supervisor, whose gaze seemed to be evasive for some reason.

"Ryoshu" pointed to himself: "Shall I go and teach Dazai-kun?"

The short-haired woman's face showed a mixture of genuine and feigned skepticism.

X resisted the urge to turn and run away, and added:

“It’s mainly Li Xiang who teaches. I heard from Chesed that you also went to school in this world.”

"Shall I correct any inconsistencies in what Mr. Li Xiang said?"

The supervisor nodded in agreement.

This is why Dazai Osamu looked utterly hopeless when facing the whiteboard.

Knowledge kept entering his mind along with the sound of the suitcase.

Furthermore, the person who should have been sitting next to him was Sinclair, who was not much older than him.

Instead of being so sleepy that her head was nodding, "Liangxiu" looked like she was about to fall asleep.

Even if Dazai Osamu knew that the soul inside was Sinclair, it was still too bizarre, really.

Can anyone help me?

The doorbell, which sounded like heavenly music, interrupted Li Xiang, who was explaining a problem.

Yes, he was even explaining the questions.

"I'll drive it! I'll drive it!"

With a thud, Dazai Osamu stood up, completely ignoring the fact that the door required remote access to open.

Before he even reached the door, it was opened remotely with a soft click.

"What's wrong? Why that expression?"

As soon as he entered, Cervantes was startled by the gray mushrooms at the entrance; he seemed to see resentment materializing into a physical form.

"Dazai Osamu, go back to class."

It was Angela's voice. She opened the door for the people outside and saw the employee trying to slack off.

Cervantes also heard his secretary's voice. He shrugged at the mushroom, indicating that he couldn't help.

We live in a peaceful era now, and children should be studying, since it's not like they're the ones going to school.

"By the way, Miss Angela."

The red-haired youth looked toward the location where the sound had just come from.

"Has work started for today? I need to speak with Mr. X about something."

“Mr. Cervantes, you can come down now. Today’s work is finished.”

The red-haired youth was somewhat confused, wondering if he had misheard.

It's not even noon yet, and the work is already over? Is this really the workaholic I know?

The case is solved! It turns out he didn't leave work all day yesterday?

Looking at the employees in the underground facility who seemed like wandering souls, and then at X who didn't even yawn once.

Cervantes felt that X would have continued operating non-stop if the employees hadn't been on the verge of collapse.

The supervisor, who was organizing a thick stack of work reports, saw Cervantes alone and was somewhat puzzled:

"Where's Dante? Did you come back alone?"

He remembered that the two of them left together yesterday, right?

Given Dante's personality, he would definitely come back down; he has finally returned to normal.

Could it be that he will finally get to meet the reliable yet aloof Dante who only exists in Virgilius's words?

"That's exactly why I came here."

"What's wrong with him?"

X put down the documents in his hand and turned his head to look.

“He brought someone with him. His ability is rather unique, and there’s signal jamming here. I’m here to ask if you mind having another person.”

X cares more about what kind of superpower it is than what kind of person it is.

"What kind of special ability?"

Could it be the kind that swaps people's souls?

After spending so many days together, Cervantes also knew what X's biggest problem was.

He touched his chin, somewhat hesitant:

"Who knows... will it really work?"

However, Cervantes felt that the boy in all white was not as quiet and humble as he appeared.

He seems to have been suppressing his true nature.

He might cause trouble in secret while using his supernatural abilities.

Since X is fragile, he voiced his concerns:

"His ability has a wide range, although it only targets other ability users, but..."

No matter how he looked at it, X didn't seem like an ordinary person.

Seeing his concerns, X didn't mind, after all, he was just an honest and law-abiding ordinary person.

"I'm not a superhuman."

X seemed to suddenly remember something and asked:

"Could you try activating your special ability here?"

After finishing his workday, Daniel would turn the reverse Kabbalah suppressor to its maximum intensity.

He wanted to see if supernatural abilities could be suppressed like those of otherworldly beings.

The Spanish Beyonder, whose abilities had been studied by X before, readily activated his powers.

wrong!

Unlike the mutated humanoid ability that acts alone, the remaining part feels... incredibly sluggish.

It's not that it can't start, it's just like a circuit with a loose connection, it's choppy and intermittent.

Noticing the red-haired youth's expression, X understood; it seemed the suppressor was also effective against ability users.

What kind of humanoid anomaly?

"From this perspective, it should be fine to conduct experiments inside the facility."

If it works, his sinners can be brought back, and he won't have to worry about Ryosuke going out of character anymore!

However, Cervantes had a new concern—could Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's special ability really be used under these circumstances?

He's just someone Japan calls a near-superior.

As part of the deal, the white-haired youth was allowed to follow the transcendent from another country.

The Shibusawa family and the Special Abilities Division practically emptied their coffers for this hard-won opportunity.

He knew this opportunity was rare. If he could successfully overcome that hurdle, he would be a complete transcendent, not just a powerful superhuman.

But... the young man with white hair and red eyes looked at his cuff, where there was a light blue gem.

He really wanted to know the difference between the superhuman's ability crystals and those of ordinary superhumans.

I don't know what's so attractive about Japan. Two Transcendences came at once, but one of them left early. I don't know what he did there.

Only his temporary "teacher" remained with him.

The Transcendent's face was expressionless, appearing extremely indifferent, much like the image Tatsuhiko Shibusawa had envisioned.

On the contrary, the one who left, despite possessing powerful supernatural abilities, was... loud and boisterous.

The ringing of the cell phone broke the silence, and after hanging up, Dante finally reacted:

"Let's go."

Dazai Osamu, who had once again immersed himself in his studies, was distracted by Cervantes, who kept coming in and out.

What is he doing? Testing Angela's limits of patience?

Until the door was opened again, revealing a person he hadn't expected and who should never have appeared at this time.

A young man dressed in pure white followed Dante in.

How did Tatsuhiko Shibusawa get involved with Beyonders?

Noticing his gaze, the arrogant white qilin nodded to the boy who was still holding a pen.

Even though he was pampered by his family since childhood, he knew that people who could attend classes at the Transcendent Base could not be ordinary people.

He's not stupid.

Dazai Osamu watched the oblivious Haku Kirin enter the elevator and then resumed listening to the lecture.

He roughly understood his supervisor's intentions and estimated that he would be free soon.

Sure enough, apart from Li Xiang, both he and Sinclair were called away by the supervisor.

The supervisor plans to use the control room as the experimental site.

Based on Cervantes' suppressed supernatural abilities, that vast range of supernatural abilities could probably only cover a control department.

Unlike Sinclair, who accompanied his child to school according to standard hours.

The other two main characters were somewhat exhausted, as Cervantes' seamless transition meant they weren't even able to rest like the others.

The only gift of comfort was coffee made by the Minister of Welfare.

Yes, Daniel hadn't left work either; he was sitting next to his supervisor, intending to observe.

Dante followed him inside; if Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's ability acted strangely, he would be in charge of cleaning up the mess.

According to the information he received, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's special ability would appear accompanied by white mist...

The question is... where is the white fog?

Yeah, where's my fog?

Or rather—where is my special ability?

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Author's Note: The next day [kiss][kiss]