Chapter 77 Chapter 77 Puppet Sanming and Yokohama Bandage Spirit...

The heavy wooden box fell into the river, breaking the calm surface and instantly shattering the light and drawings on the water.

The dull sound of water mixed with Dazai Osamu's voice fell into Mikazuki Munechika's ears, making her raise her head slightly with a little confusion, as if she didn't know which sound to listen attentively.

Of course, all of the above are just false appearances.

Looking at Dazai Osamu before her, Mikazuki Munechika blinked extremely slowly, the dark moon in her eyes seeming to slowly sink and immerse. Then she slowly raised her hand, using her wide sleeve to cover her lips.

As she moved, the fabric slid down her arms, revealing the deep knuckle lines at her wrists, a characteristic of dolls.

"This really surprised the old man."

For a long time, Mikazuki Munechika sighed softly and slowly.

"That box... I don't know who made it, but I have a vague feeling it's my bed and my temporary home."

And now, her place to live was gone. The culprit was the guy in front of her who was trying to change the subject with an innocent look on his face.

Dazai Osamu, who was casually brushing off the dust on the hem of his coat, paused slightly, and his fingers stopped resting on the sleeve.

The iris-colored eyes moved slightly, and her gaze fell on the water surface where only ripples remained, and she fell into a brief silence.

"Yeah?"

After a long time, Dazai Osamu came back to his senses and tilted his head slightly. His slightly curly and fluffy hair was dyed a little warm red by the setting sun.

Even though he was being stared at by the puppet in front of him and all his little movements were seen, he still did not show any guilt. Instead, he pulled his coat closer and a comforting expression appeared on his face that was not sincere at all.

"Then please accept my condolences."

As if he hadn't been the one to break the other person's hair in the first place, nor had he kicked out the other person's house, Dazai Osamu said sincerely: "Although your home is gone, you still have happiness."

Upon hearing this, Mikazuki Munechika fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

The reason was simple, it was just that the other party's shameless and conscienceless look really made her feel a little awkward - it seemed that she should be the one teasing others, rather than being teased by others.

Mikazuki Munechika, who had accidentally discovered a glimmer of truth, looked up at Dazai Osamu, who had a relaxed expression on his face. With the idea that "dolls don't have hearts, so I don't need a conscience," he said bluntly, "Indeed."

"Although I don't have a home, I met a good kid who respects the elderly and loves the young."

Dazai Osamu suddenly had a bad premonition and shuddered.

When he looked up at Mikazuki Munechika who was smiling in front of him, Dazai Osamu was shocked to see that the other person did not have any abnormal expression and realized that the other person might have subtle overlaps with his own attributes.

It means "unscrupulous and black-hearted", plus a little bit of "telling lies with open eyes and not doing good deeds with words".

Each person and each puppet looked at each other, each other's appearance clearly reflected in their eyes.

After a long time, Dazai Osamu seemed to be the first to admit defeat. He turned his head, stood up straight, stretched, and then left.

"Ah—okay."

With a drawn-out ending as if in a helpless compromise, Dazai Osamu held Mikazuki Munechika in his palm and walked towards where he lived.

Mikazuki Munechika sat steadily in his palm. He suddenly stood up after noticing the bandage wrapped around Dazai Osamu's skin out of the corner of his eye, and then slowly floated in the air in defiance of gravity.

"Well, I can really do it."

It seemed that this was the first time he tried this. Mikazuki Munechika looked down at the ground and then smiled indifferently.

"But it's still convenient."

After he finished speaking, Mikazuki Munechika looked at Dazai Osamu for a moment, then decisively chose to stop on his shoulder and sit down steadily.

"Hmm? Aren't you supposed to float all the way back with me?"

It seemed that he did not expect that the other party would eventually choose to exploit his poor laborer. Dazai Osamu widened his eyes slightly, as if complaining or accusing.

Mikazuki Munechika, the person being accused by Dazai Osamu, remained calm and said slowly, "If you don't mind being watched all the way."

After all, puppets that can fly are rare.

And according to her observation, the person in front of her didn't seem like someone who liked to be treated like a monkey and watched by people.

Dazai Osamu was suddenly speechless for a moment: ...

I don't believe you at all. Do you think I won't attract attention in the way I am now?

Staring at the doll sitting on his shoulder with no intention of leaving, Dazai Osamu's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he finally suppressed the slander in his heart.

'never mind. '

Thinking about the decoration inside the wooden box that he had glanced at before and comparing it with his own residence, Dazai Osamu decided to wait until he reached his destination before slowly observing this special doll.

Mikazuki Munechika, who didn't know what he was thinking, seemed to be sitting calmly, but in fact he was already thinking about how to nourish the cheap child he had picked up.

The reason is——

'Too thin.'

The feeling of being hit by bones is not pleasant at all, and it is even torture to some extent.

Mikazuki Munechika endured it again and again. If there weren't a few pedestrians on the street, she might have just floated up and followed Dazai Osamu.

A long time later, when Dazai Osamu brought Mikazuki Munechika to his residence, Mikazuki Munechika fell into silence.

Mikazuki Munechika carefully looked at the container house in front of him, which seemed a stretch to describe as "simple". The simple decoration and the few pieces of furniture inside were immediately apparent.

Whether it was the curtains with slightly yellowed edges or the walls with some paint peeling, this was the first time that Mikazuki Munechika had seen such a residence.

The vague memory told Mikazuki Munechika that in the distant past, a past that she herself had forgotten, the place she lived in and the things she used were extremely exquisite and comfortable.

In addition, when she first met Dazai Osamu, the clothes he wore gave her the illusion that "he had a good living condition."

Therefore, when Mikazuki Munechika saw Dazai Osamu's real residence and determined that he was not lying, he doubted his life for a moment.

No, it wasn't because she disliked him, but the unexpected development made her lose consciousness for a moment.

"That's really surprising."

Mikazuki Munechika sighed with complicated eyes as he looked at Dazai Osamu who walked to the bedside leisurely and then sat down casually.

Dazai Osamu, who heard Mikazuki Munechika's sigh, seemed to be more energetic. He raised his eyes, looked at her lazily, chuckled, and said in a teasing and joking manner: "Why, do you regret it?"

The smile in his eyes seemed to deepen. Dazai Osamu supported his chin with one hand and looked at Mikazuki Munechika, who seemed out of place in the room in front of him. His intention to inquire was well hidden.

"Hmm... Although my previous residence was just a wooden box, the decoration inside was indeed much better than here - ha, but it's a bit late to say anything now."

Changing his posture, with his arms resting behind his head, Dazai Osamu stretched out his tone, staring at Mikazuki Munechika in front of him and said, "I can only ask you to live here with me for the time being."

She has the same name as the national treasure Mikazuki Munechika, and she wears a gorgeous twelve-piece kimono. Even the inconspicuous tassels in her hair are made of top-quality materials. Although there is no further information, the guy who made this doll must have put a lot of effort into her.

So, how long will it take for the puppeteer who can create living puppets to come to you?

Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding all his emotions in his heart.

Mikazuki Munechika, the real god/fake doll, had no idea what the person in front of him, who had more thoughts than anyone else, was thinking. He just felt that the other person's tone was very strange, and the content seemed to be secretly mocking something.

It’s just a pity that after turning into a puppet, her thinking speed became extremely slow, as if it was deliberately suppressed.

It was as if her soul and body were mismatched, causing her to often give up thinking further before reaching a conclusion because of this strange feeling of disconnection and nausea.

It's the same now.

Mikazuki Munechika gave up on arguing with Dazai Osamu and slowly approached him, then stopped when he was one step away from Dazai Osamu.

"I can't say I'm wronged."

She raised her eyes slightly to look at the young boy in front of her who was still quite young. Mikazuki Munechika looked at him with the tolerant eyes of an elder, and there was even a kindness in her eyes that was inconsistent with her appearance.

"I'm just thinking, this kind of environment is not very friendly to the growth of children."

Mikazuki Munechika stretched out his finger and pointed at the bed under Dazai Osamu. His fingertips touched the cold and damp sheets, and he frowned slightly.

"Well, living in a place without sunlight for a long time is not good for your physical and mental health."

Although it was late to say this, it did not prevent Mikazuki Munechika from using it to warn the junior in front of him.

That’s right, in the eyes of Mikazuki Munechika, Dazai Osamu is now just a child with a slightly strange temper and is extremely weak.

Dazai Osamu, who never expected to hear these words from the mouth of the puppet in front of him, was really stunned this time.

Even if it was only for a brief moment.

"puff--"

Soon, Dazai Osamu laughed out loud, then bent down, stretched out his finger and poked Mikazuki Munechika on the head. Seeing that she was poked and tilted a little, she had no choice but to reach out and hold his fingertips, and then laughed even louder.

“I actually found it a little interesting.”

After Dazai Osamu had laughed enough, he brought Mikazuki Munechika in front of him, took a look at the doll in front of him, and overturned all his previous plans.

Although he was being tossed around like an object, Mikazuki Munechika was in good shape and didn't get angry. He just looked at him with a smile, as if he was an old man looking at a naughty child.

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At night, the temperature in the air continues to drop.

The temperature inside the house, which was already dark and cold, became even lower, and the damp air gave people the illusion that the cold was penetrating into the bones.

Mikazuki Munechika, who should have been fast asleep, slowly opened his eyes, then sat up and looked at Dazai Osamu who was lying down and sleeping in that outfit.

Without any hesitation, Mikazuki Munechika approached him. The rustling sound of the fabric rubbing against each other as he walked was very clear in the silent room.

Then, Mikazuki Munechika pulled out a delicate velvet cloth from the void and covered the back of Dazai Osamu's hand.

If the box thrown away by Dazai Osamu was still there, then it would be found that the piece of velvet that Mikazuki Munechika pulled out was the same size as the cloth inside the wooden box.

However, the area that is just right for a doll would seem pitifully small on a human body.

Mikazuki Munechika had obviously noticed this problem as well. So after a moment's hesitation, she pulled out a lot of velvet from her divine realm and carefully covered Dazai Osamu's exposed skin with it, like patching it up.

As hardworking as an old mother.

At the end, Mikazuki Munechika, who had completed his task under the faint moonlight, touched his old waist, nodded with satisfaction, and found a place to lie down and sleep.

Dazai Osamu, who had originally closed his eyes, opened them and fell silent as he looked at the colorful fabrics on his body.

The thought of throwing all these messy things away came to his mind, and his fingertips moved slightly, but Dazai Osamu finally forced himself to suppress the impulse.

'What terrible taste.'

Even he could hardly bear it any longer.

Who made this doll? It's so weird.

I hate JPG.

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The author has something to say: Sanming: If a child does not cover himself properly with a quilt when sleeping when he is young, what should he do if he gets cold legs when he grows up?

Dazai: ...Thank you, no need.

#I don’t need this suffocating maternal love#

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Those who know the detection value of the katana at night will understand.

Plus, Sanming really doesn't care about color matching or anything, so those pieces of cloth are draped all over Dazai...

(Closes eyes)

Whisper: But Dazai didn’t throw it away even though he disliked it

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