Chapter 115
Retreat: ...It seems someone has died.
This was the first time I'd ever thought about my abilities like this. I got so engrossed in it that I momentarily forgot about the person there, and about someone they didn't even know they knew.
Winter Tree: "".
Next time... really, she will never do such a lie again.
Without a solid foundation, she cannot turn the fake into the real.
She doesn't possess that magical ability to perform the lies she left behind for herself.
"...I guess so?" Fuyuki coughed a few times, then looked up and said meaningfully, "Actually, this was all part of the plan. We knew all along that we'd be outmaneuvered by this guy. Our previous unfamiliarity was all an act for him..."
Dazai Ming tilted his head: "So that's how it is?"
Then he scratched his head: "No wonder I suddenly came from that room to this room, and found the basement entrance so quickly... There were no signs at all, so that's how it is."
While pandering to others, he also made sure to claim credit for himself.
Seeing his completely approving expression, Fuyuki's mind went completely blank.
Wait, this guy actually believed it?
Did this guy, who seemed so calculating, so shrewd, and so manipulative, actually believe it?
She was somewhat incredulous.
Dazai Osamu patted her head, taking advantage of his height and position to openly take advantage of her.
"Yes, everything is going according to plan, and judging from the results, everything has been done perfectly." His smile was gentle. "Truly worthy of being called Little Fuyuki."
His movements were very smooth.
Dazai Ming froze, and after a long while, he squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Um, um, Aji, I can do it too. I was just careless this time!"
Suddenly, I was outshone by a little girl, and she even managed to keep it a secret! How did this happen?!
How could he, who aspired to be Dazai Osamu's strongest, most powerful, and most useful partner, give up in a place like this!
"Is that so?" Dazai Osamu looked at him expressionlessly, his voice icy. "But this time, you've accomplished nothing. Incompetent."
“Nothing was accomplished there,” Dazai Ming paused for a moment, but was not affected by his negative response. Instead, he began frantically trying to recall what he had done.
He counted carefully: "I clearly found the separated little winter tree, and my previous abilities also led everyone towards the basement, didn't they? I successfully found it!"
He stubbornly wanted to show that he was indeed capable and powerful.
He, Dazai Mei, was able to stand beside Dazai Osamu as his partner.
And they are definitely the most suitable partners.
Dazai Mei did nothing at all; his strange powers were also part of Dazai Osamu's plan before he fully understood Fuyuki's abilities.
Dazai Mei is a strange guy. He suddenly appeared among everyone and joined the detective club very easily.
That face, which always looks sunny, easily wins the favor of most people.
His abilities are also very strange; he can suddenly unleash power at any time, catching people off guard.
Having known him for a long time, Dazai Osamu was fully aware of this characteristic, and in many strategies, this characteristic was both a huge instability and a huge stability.
contradiction.
An incomprehensiblely powerful force, but perhaps even more powerful than Dazai Mei, Xiao Fuyuki is capable of far more than he could imagine, however…
There's always a feeling that something is holding me back.
Dazai Ming's eyes darkened.
Why was that? He didn't know.
It seemed that the girl before him wasn't quite complete, that serene yet captivating emotion, and there were other things about her that he could see...
For example, the souls that had been lost and confused... all disappeared.
He couldn't see those things, but they should also be components that the individual named Fuyuki couldn't discard.
Where exactly is it?
Dazai Osamu still remembers the scene of countless swords wielding and fighting against strange and grotesque creatures, with the girl surrounded by them receiving countless honors, which they willingly offered up.
And he, hiding behind the tree—
Dongshu blinked, looking at the strange look in his eyes as he stared at her with a puzzled expression.
But the next second, that strange thing completely disappeared, and the space around them began to shatter as the data fluid disappeared.
Fuyuki was instantly pulled into the arms of the sword spirits beside him and protected. The violent tremor made the group of people lose their footing and sway.
Soon, it was as if a separate space around them repelled them, and everything went black before their eyes, and they could see nothing at all.
Before losing consciousness, Dongshu was still tightly clutching the light, fluttering paper figure.
I'm here, don't be afraid—
The little paper figure was also stuck tightly to her hand.
This time, He stayed close and didn't suddenly try to grab any strange systems.
They will never be separated again by accident; He will stay close to His little winter tree.
Fuyuki's mind was somewhat confused by the ripples of the broken space. She shook her head until she opened her eyes again and her consciousness fully returned. Before her eyes, the basement with its several doors had returned to its previous state.
"...Is it over already?" Fuyuki looked around.
This time she didn't sense or see any aura; the entire basement seemed to have returned to normal.
"Well, it seems so." Dazai Osamu walked towards the door first, leaving only his back to the others. "Mission accomplished. In a way, Fuyuki's family has been found. In that case, let's go back."
Fuyuki touched his nose as he was once again confronted with the lie he had told before, which had been exposed.
Then he quickly strode off and followed.
Just as Dazai Ming was about to take a step, he was suddenly glanced at lightly by the man whose terrifying eyes held a crescent moon shape.
Mikazuki Munechika walked past him with a gentle smile, his sword securely sheathed at his waist.
However, he inexplicably felt a murderous aura, and his whole body stiffened for a moment until he heard Dazai Osamu's questioning call, which brought him back to his senses.
"Ming, what are you standing there for?" Dazai Osamu would never use his own surname to replace someone else's.
Despite it being an intimate way of addressing each other, Dazai Mei never heard any sense of intimacy in the other person's words.
"Okay, okay."
At this moment, Dazai Ming had no time to worry about how to increase the other party's goodwill towards him.
With difficulty, he took a few steps, nimbly dodging the terrifying figure, and quickly landed beside Dazai Osamu.
Fuyuki glanced at his strange state with a puzzled look, but her expression remained unchanged as she continued walking forward.
She wasn't particularly curious about what had happened to this guy; it was just that his appearance was quite eye-catching.
“Master.” Mikazuki Munechika blocked her view of Dazai Mei, his expression unreadable, and reached out to take her hand that was hanging by her side. “You have to watch where you’re going when you go up the stairs, otherwise you might accidentally trip and fall, and that would be bad.”
The palms of the tsukumogami were warm.
I feel extremely at ease.
Dongshu's attention was immediately drawn to him, and she nodded obediently, "Okay."
The stairs were longer than she had imagined. She had come down unconsciously to experience it firsthand, and after climbing for so long without seeing any light, her legs were really sore and weak.
Even the slightest emotion could be instantly captured by Hasebe. This sword spirit, who regarded his master and his master's orders as the most important things, instantly scooped up the Saniwa's frail body.
"If Master is tired, then take a rest." His expression was firm, as if he were willing to go through fire and water.
Dongshu did not struggle; she simply remained silent for a moment.
I was just a little tired from walking, so there was no need to be so determined to carry her.
"Okay, thank you Hasebe." She skillfully wrapped her arms around his neck, glancing behind his head, but couldn't find anything to tease about his short, spiky hair.
So, his voice unconsciously lowered: "Thank you for your hard work..."
Noticing the Saniwa's inexplicably low mood, Hasebe stiffened, but couldn't pinpoint the reason for it. However, his keen sense of emotion told him it was because of himself.
He made his owner unhappy.
His heart clenched painfully, but adhering to the belief that he could not embarrass his owner, he did not show any undignified emotions on the spot.
But... the puppy felt wronged.
Fuyuki patted Hasebe on the shoulder and sighed silently.
She felt that she had been spoiled by California shaving off the long strands of hair and headbands on the back of their heads, and now that she was being picked up and her head was not visible, she actually felt a little disappointed.
...Could it be an addiction?
Although it's not exactly a bad habit.
Fuyuki suddenly met Tsurumaru Kuninaga's gaze from behind, and seeing the teasing in his golden eyes, she guiltily buried her head in Hasebe's golden eyes.
That's really going too far.
How dare you laugh at her!
Next time she's on duty, she'll definitely make Tsurumaru Kuninaga seriously farm the fields.
As for a solution, let Hasebe keep an eye on him!
The mocked Saniwa blushed and sulked inwardly.
After a long while of climbing the stairs, light finally appeared. Then, two people dressed in white, just like the data fluid from before, walked out of the spacious room.
One man and one woman.
"Target detected, enter attack mode." They were born at the same time, both the male and female voices were mechanical and unsettling, devoid of any emotion.
Before Fuyuki could even process the sound, she was already being pulled aside.
The next second, a barrage of bullets flew over, and the cover that appeared out of nowhere could block them for long before being riddled with holes.
Sharp, menacing bullets pierced their skin. Fuyuki leaned back, but the bullets grazed his skin, leaving bloodstains where he felt a sharp pain.
“Master?!” Hasebe’s fingers trembled.
"It's alright." Dongshu casually brushed away the small wound, covered it with spiritual energy, and it disappeared instantly.
Then, with a gentle smile, she showed the other person, "See, this is just right."
Hasebe pursed his lips and remained silent, seemingly blaming himself.
Fuyuki sighed and reached out to pat his head.
Bullets continued to rain down upon them.
Dazai Ming clenched his fists tightly, his gaze unfocused, muttering to himself, "...No, we need to think of something."
Dazai Osamu stood firmly in place, and the bullets seemed to recognize him; even though they came straight at him without turning, they just couldn't hit him.
However, none of the knives in our own home possessed such magical abilities.
Without hesitation, Dongshu waved her hand, and once again, a massive amount of spiritual power blocked everyone's path. Her almost depleted strength made her feel a blockage within her body.
...As expected, the consumption was too great.
She stared intently at the two white figures that were getting closer and closer. They both looked like the data fluids from before. Encountering so many of them at once, she wondered what kind of mess the world had been made of.
"So weak." Dazai Ming's voice suddenly rang out. He looked at Dazai Osamu with excitement. "Osamu, leave these two to me. I'll show you that I'm really amazing. I'm your partner!"
Fuyuki: "?"
Regardless of what Dazai Osamu was thinking, she felt a little suspicious of this guy.
This isn't normal. Why are you suddenly so energetic?
You didn't seem to be in the mood to fight back when the fight started.
[That thing has become stronger; it seems that the system on that person has absorbed something.] The little piece of paper climbed from Uncle Dong's palm to her shoulder, swinging its legs leisurely, so that no one could see it.
[Devour?]
Dongshu extracted those two words from his mind.
That's the gist of it.
They devour their own kind to gain greater power.
When was that thing made?
Fuyuki blinked, her eyes fixed on the figure that suddenly rushed out. She glanced at Dazai Osamu beside her, who was also expressionless, seemingly unsurprised by the scene.
"I think I secretly swallowed that thing when everyone was going up the stairs. It's strange, I only just realized it now." The little stray dog rubbed its chin. "Is there anything different about this little system?"
He pondered slowly.
Dazai Osamu nodded calmly: "Oh."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dazai Ming, with the new power granted to him by the system, flew up and went into battle.
Every punch landed squarely, striking the two mechanical fluids directly and solidly. They went back and forth, and in the end, it was Dazai Ming who was in control.
Perhaps because he was becoming more and more familiar with the unfamiliar power, he seemed to be more like a combatant.
"...This doesn't feel good." Fuyuki muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the battlefield ahead, which began to blur.
As his eyes gradually lost focus, his mind began to ponder how, if he became even more powerful, the difficulty of sending this person out of the world would likely increase even further.
She couldn't find a reason to expel the other party directly.
Since he hasn't actually harmed anyone in this world yet, his previously immature world consciousness couldn't simply kick him out.
...Tsk.
Dongshu shook his head, trying to sort out his logical thinking again.
No reason needed, her mission was simply to get this guy out of there.
Her mission.
That's the reason.
Unwanted outsiders have come to this world, and are using powers that don't belong here, attempting to—
Her thoughts were interrupted when Dazai Osamu suddenly moved closer to her.
Fuyuki looked at him with a puzzled expression as he waved his phone in front of him, his face serious.
Soon, a familiar voice came from the phone, sounding slightly tearful.
"Master, Master...it seems someone is about to die here."
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