Chapter 108
How many to slaughter? Three!
Ouch! ...
"Aruji!" A familiar voice rang in his ears. Fuyuki slowly woke up, only to be startled awake by the intense pain and his vision went black again.
“…Hiss.” She inhaled softly, lowered her hand and tried to get up, but only touched a soft, warm human body.
The young Saniwa looked up in a daze, her vision blurry, but she vaguely caught a glimpse of familiar clothes. "Hasebe?"
The smell of blood filled my nostrils, and memories flooded back in an instant.
She grabbed Hasebe tightly and asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"
The Saniwa, who always treats sword spirits with a gentle and coquettish face, stood in the position of protector for the first time to ask questions.
Hasebe's head was spinning, and he nodded blankly, "It's all fine now, Master..."
As the Saniwa approached, the sword became agitated, its expression turning serious: "If there's a next time—no! There won't be a next time! The sword that would harm its master—"
As he spoke, he placed his hand on the hilt of the knife again, looking as if he wanted to commit seppuku on the spot.
Dongshu blinked, immediately turning expressionless to scare him, her voice turning cold: "Let go, are you trying to stab me again?"
Hasebe froze: "M-Master...how could this be!"
How could he possibly have the intention to attack the Saniwa?!
The previous harm was already a grave sin that he wanted to atone for with his death, so how could he repeat the same mistake now!
"Hmm? Then what are you trying to do by touching the knife? You're going to hurt yourself, aren't you?" Fuyuki suppressed the pain from her wound and hugged Hasebe. Her voice was muffled, a child's deep, raspy voice: "No matter what you do, in this state, I will die with you."
“…I’m sorry.” He suddenly released his grip, and his body fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"As a sword belonging to its master, it causes the master to worry... How utterly unworthy..."
Dongshu stood up, stared at him silently for a long time, and then suddenly spoke: "Touch."
Hasebe, a beat slower, raised his head, his bewildered gaze falling on his master.
Staring into his gaze, Fuyuki decisively ordered, "Hasebe, come and touch me."
A familiar, gentle smile appeared on the girl's innocent face, and her warmth filled the empty, slightly chilly space.
The pressure cut into Hasebe froze.
"Raise your hand."
Fuyuki continued to issue instructions.
Wait patiently for that hand to rise and then remain suspended in mid-air.
She lowered her head.
"Put it over here and put it on my head."
The hand that was suspended in mid-air moved like a controlled machine, only this time it was his Saniwa who gave the order and took the lead.
Fuyuki felt a distinct weight on his head and a still hand, and poked the waist that was so close to his eyes.
"Push your strength, move!"
His waist tensed instantly, and the hand above his head trembled slightly before he ran his fingers through her hair, feeling its warm and soft touch.
Hasebe pursed his lips. The one who bowed his head before him, the one who comforted him with himself... was his master.
"Is it a command from the Lord? If so, I..."
"No, that's not it." Fuyuki interrupted him, raising her head to push the hand away. "It's just my wish. Hasebe, you've always been aware of my thoughts and then went to fulfill them all, haven't you?"
The dog that hurt its owner is about to break apart.
She stood up and patted the sad puppy's head: "You don't need to atone with your death. If I wanted to avoid getting hurt, I could have controlled you the moment I returned. Don't feel guilty; you were just carrying out my orders."
"This is the Lord's command."
The spiritual energy circulated, and the invisible force circled around Fuyuki's body to heal the wounds, while at the same time flowing into Hasebe's body, silently checking for any remaining effects.
"Yes!" Hasebe's eyes lit up as he happily accepted his master's touch.
Ah... if it weren't for his master's orders, he would have loved to tear himself to pieces...
The thought flashed through his mind, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Mmm." Fuyuki nodded contentedly, then looked around. "By the way, where is this?"
The surrounding space was vast, the walls were covered with cracks, and the ground beneath our feet was the same, with almost no large, intact sections visible.
“It’s at the end of the passage just now.” Hasebe replied quickly, standing up while holding Fuyuki. The Saniwa’s completely restored complexion calmed his mind again.
"Hmm?" Fuyuki wondered, continuing to observe as he thought about how he had suddenly grown taller.
The most eye-catching thing is a strange machine placed in the middle of the room, and a door in each of the four directions.
The machine looked like some kind of precise experimental instrument, but Fuyuki, who knew nothing about such things, couldn't figure out what it was.
"What is this?" Dongshu tilted her head, her slightly disheveled hair fluttering in the sudden gust of wind. She uncomfortably tucked it behind her ear.
Hasebe pulled her closer to the machine, holding her firmly with one hand and reaching out to touch it with the other.
"...It's very hard, and it looks like it's all metal."
The machine is equipped with several metal rings, which are smooth and shiny with nothing superfluous on them.
However, the small black sphere in the center, which appeared to float without any external force, was covered with brown runes.
It was dark and gloomy, and you couldn't see anything clearly from a distance.
Suddenly, a familiar feeling welled up inside him, and Hasebe instinctively reached out his hand to it—
"Don't touch it!" Fuyuki frowned and decisively pressed down on the tsukumogami's arm.
But the next second, a burst of light erupted, illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime, and all the crack-like objects around it began to emit white light.
The small black ball began to spin rapidly, its speed increasing until it even emitted a piercing sound.
"Master." Hasebe pressed the Saniwa towards him, touching his body with one hand, his expression wary.
"Hmm," Fuyuki responded, also keeping a close eye on the changes around him.
"Even though we didn't touch each other, there was still a reaction..." she murmured to herself, her spiritual energy shield already enveloping both of them, giving herself space to think.
The surrounding air began to distort as the ball rotated, and blue data streams suddenly appeared on the black surface, alternating between 0 and 1. The solid yet transparent screen appeared and disappeared.
Fuyuki gripped Hasebe's clothes tightly, spreading his spiritual energy to search for clues.
At the same time, her gaze began to shift, and she saw the overlapping space—
It is here, yet it is not here.
The same walls have cracks of different colors, and the same space keeps changing in size.
Dongshu paused in breathing.
She blinked, loosened her grip, and her vision gradually cleared. She saw Dazai Osamu, wearing a familiar black coat, walking towards her.
His face wore a familiar smile, nonchalant and relaxed, but the heavy coat weighed down on his shoulders, making the already young boy look even thinner.
He called her.
"Little Winter Tree." "Little Winter Tree." "Little Winter Tree."...
Fuyuki: "?"
"Um……"
etc.
It seems... uh...
She looked around in confusion, then fearfully hugged Hasebe's neck again.
A black overcoat, a sand-colored jacket, and a red scarf.
One, two, three...
Three Dazai Osamu?!
She was shocked.
Why are there three Osamu Dazai?!
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