Chapter 122
Nakahara Fuyuki ×
"Chuya?"
Fuyuki blinked, watching as Nakahara Chuuya lowered the brim of his hat, his beautiful cobalt blue eyes piercing through the shadows.
His eyes were filled with shock and confusion as he glanced at the unfamiliar friend who was embracing Goko.
"You...you disappeared for so long, and the first thing you do when you come back is to put on a sentimental show with the enemy?"
Chuuya Nakahara walked over, his clothes fluttering, and a familiar dark red light gradually emanated from his body. "Step back, if you don't want to be crushed by gravity along with him."
Fuyuki was overwhelmed by a barrage of information and only realized what superpowers were when she saw them.
She tried to explain: "Tui is not the enemy. He was just under control before, but now he has fully recovered and will no longer attack randomly."
It seems the Port Mafia is aware of the existence of this system group.
Chuuya narrowed his eyes. He suddenly pulled Fuyuki close to him with force, his hand gripping her collar trembling: "...Do you think I'll believe you just because you say something casually?"
"Master?!" Wu Hu was startled, but then felt a soothing spiritual energy drifting over and stopping in place.
After calming down the short sword, Fuyuki tried to stand on tiptoe, but didn't feel much tension on her neck.
It's great to have grown taller.
Although Chuuya said he didn't believe it, but...
She looked into the other person's eyes, which were a deep blue.
He clearly believed it; what an awkward guy.
The main body in Goko's hand suddenly roared, surrounded by black aura. He bit his lip and stared intently at Nakahara Chuuya.
Gravity prevented him from lifting his head, and the red light swiftly pinned him to the wall.
"Woo..." The little tigers swarmed forward, helpless as they watched the five tigers in pain.
At the same time, Dongshu's fingers tightened, and a ripple suddenly appeared in his usually calm eyes.
Chuuya Nakahara gritted his teeth: "If you dare to move again, I'll break you completely."
Upon hearing this, Dongshu suddenly narrowed his eyes.
After silencing his threat, Chuuya turned to Fuyuki: "Evidence, I need evidence. Don't tell me stupid things like he's your sword..."
"Chuuya, you're so fierce." Fuyuki's voice was soft, but he pouted with dissatisfaction. Taking advantage of the other's pause due to the complaint, he took the opportunity to slap away the hand that was grabbing his collar.
"This is not comfortable at all."
A glimmer of light flashed in her eyes as she looked away, only to be quickly swallowed up again; she had successfully defied gravity.
Chuuya Nakahara's special ability is difficult to deal with, but now, she's even angrier.
"……I don't."
Feeling guilty, he looked at the girl's wrinkled collar and his voice continued to lower.
Fuyuki glanced at Gokotai, who was once again exuding an aura of corruption. The already timid Tantou frowned and breathed softly, looking utterly pitiful.
She rushed over and used her spiritual power to heal all the minor wounds. The marks on her skin gradually disappeared, and she finally recovered completely from her serious injury.
Fuyuki breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around, unleashing a massive surge of spiritual energy towards Nakahara Chuuya.
Her face was expressionless, and her tone was icy: "Chuuye, no matter what, you cannot hurt my family."
Her guardian spirits are her family.
Caught off guard, Chuuya Nakahara was flung away by the spiritual force, his back slamming into the container with a loud bang.
“Cough… You’ve gotten much stronger, Little Winter Tree. You’ve become more aggressive,” he wiped the dirt off his face and suddenly laughed. “You’ve changed compared to before.”
"oh."
Dongshu didn't want to say much to him.
"Fine, do you want to continue attacking me?" He tugged at his collar and stood up. "Just like before, the same way you did to those inhuman creatures."
"Why do you say that?" Fuyuki was very angry. "You were the one who started the conflict with my people."
“Master…” Gokoto picked up his sword, his golden eyes warily fixed on Nakahara Chuuya as he approached.
The Saniwa casually patted his head, smoothing out the sticking-up white hair.
Step by step, gravity left a dent in the ground. Chuuya Nakahara approached, but felt a surge of irritation when he heard Gokotai's voice: "Heh... So now, should I kill the enemy tsukumogami, or you, this traitorous executive?"
Cadre...? Something's not right.
"Chuuya, who am I?" Fuyuki asked immediately.
Chuuya Nakahara suddenly froze, his pupils contracting slightly. He stood still, and after a long pause, he managed to utter a gasp: "...Huh?"
The light of gravity vanished completely.
He suddenly rushed over, grabbed Dongshu's hand with surprising force: "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be—"
His words abruptly stopped as he saw the bewildered look in Fuyuki's eyes.
The hypothesis was confirmed.
Then, irritably, he pulled his hat brim down lower: "Fine, since you're not an enemy, get lost. Next time we meet, you'll be crushed by gravity."
He took two steps and then suddenly turned back, took out a small bottle containing red liquid from his coat pocket and stuffed it into Dongshu's hand: "Give it to him. With this aura of corruption, even if it wasn't me, someone else would come to kill him."
"Dark corruption?" Fuyuki was confused. She carefully put it away without using it, and pressed, "Why would the Port Mafia have something like this? When did Saniwa and Tsukumogami appear here?"
Chuuya Nakahara whirled around. He didn't do anything, but gritted his teeth and said, "Back then, some idiot dumped all his research data in my room, didn't care about anything, and just left without a second thought—"
"Nakahara Fuyuki! Do you need me to help you remember?!"
Central Plains.
Winter Tree quickly captures keywords.
"Now, the entire Yokohama is riddled with dens of corrupted spirits, and it's only been a few years since we've managed to eradicate them," he said, glancing at Gokotai, who was being protected by Fuyuki, his displeasure palpable. "What? You don't believe me? Come with me and see for yourself—"
Suddenly, a communication call came through. He instantly calmed down, took a deep breath, and respectfully picked up the phone to answer: "Leader..."
Before he could finish speaking, the call was disconnected, and Chuuya Nakahara's eyelids twitched.
Something unusual has happened on the leader's side.
He quickly dropped the subject.
“Go and contact the government of the time yourself. As your older brother, I don’t want to see your name on the list of those to be eliminated.”
Wait, something's not right, something's not right—something's not right at all!
Fuyuki was confused: "When did you get involved in politics? I didn't receive any notification."
She is in charge of all tasks in this world, and even political affairs should not be completely ignored.
"Huh?" Chuuya Nakahara turned back again and skillfully grabbed Fuyuki's collar.
He didn't seem particularly eager to see the leader who had suddenly become abnormal.
Their eyes met, and this time, Fuyuki clearly saw the blue data fluid hidden beneath the cobalt blue.
really--
“This clumsy disguise…” Chuuya Nakahara cracked his fingers, recalling some unpleasant memory, “It’s so annoying, that’s why I hate you!”
Fuyuki: "?"
How did she end up being portrayed as someone who's disliked again?
What exactly is the script orchestrated by this data flow?
"Aren't we friends? Why do you hate me?" Fuyuki asked.
Her gaze was intense; she was trying to get some more information.
"Tsk."
He gave a cold laugh.
"Friends? Then you'd better tell me why my friends share the same blood as me. Also, put away your useless pity and see clearly what disgusting things like corrupted spirits are."
The five tigers suddenly reverted to their original forms, but the tiger cubs that accompanied them did not disappear; they stood there, their fur standing on end, crowding around in front of Fuyuki.
“Listen, whatever you want to do…” He lowered his hat brim, a dangerous red glow emanating from him, “tomorrow night at eight, if you don’t come—”
He coldly glanced at the short knife in Fuyuki's hand: "Just wait to collect his corpse."
Threats came one after another, and more and more strange things appeared. Strands of hair on Dongshu's head were lifted by the wind, swept past her eyes, and hung on her face.
She couldn't help but close her eyes.
“…Chūya-nii.” That’s how she guessed her identity.
"What?" Chuuya Nakahara's ability seemed to be stuck, the red light flickering, and his whole body was like a flashing light bulb.
That's right, the plan works.
Gravity stopped completely.
"Don't attack him."
Fuyuki repeated his words, "You mustn't lay a hand on him, or I'll never acknowledge you again."
She drew her dagger, the blade whistling as she felt excited to be in her master's hands and being used.
Was that thing inside his eye? Or rather, did it invade Chuuya Nakahara's brain?
"If you insist on this, I will not sit idly by and wait to die." Spiritual power gathered in her eyes, and at the same time, sharp strands of spiritual power pierced towards Chuuya Nakahara.
“Hey, your eyes…” Chuuya’s voice stopped abruptly. He looked at the complex patterns that suddenly lit up at his feet, with blue data fluid flowing through them.
Dongshu squatted down, reached out and touched it. The damp ground didn't feel good. This stuff was like water, but even stickier and disgusting.
She said, "See? We've all been fooled."
The dagger plunged in, and the splattered blood filled her vision. The already strange soil began to move even more bizarrely at this moment.
“Ugh…you…” Chuuya Nakahara suddenly picked her up and hid in a building on the side, then pushed her away forcefully. “Hurry up, we can’t hold on for long in our current state. Let’s go find the leader.”
The fluid data in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by fine strands of spiritual energy drifting within it.
But this is only a temporary suppression.
At this moment, his body no longer had sufficient data fluid support.
"?"
"Wait." Fuyuki stumbled from the push, turning around abruptly. Her plans were thrown into disarray, as was her reason. "What's wrong? Your body—?"
"Why?!"
She needs an external brain to help her!
Whether it's Edogawa Kuni or Dazai... can't you help her? Damn it!
Suddenly, Chuuya Nakahara's body started crackling like a broken old television set, and then even his voice started to crackle with an electric current.
"The leader noticed my unusual behavior long ago... It's alright."
He raised his right hand and reached towards his chest, instantly grabbing and crushing his warm, beating heart, blood slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth.
His ochre hair fell down, obscuring his blurry eyes.
"Remember... never believe a single word I say when I'm perfectly fine..."
His words trailed off, as if his throat had reached its limit. Nakahara Chuuya managed a weak smile as he slowly uttered his last words: "...It's a pleasure to see you all grown up, Fuyuki."
Fuyuki gripped his short sword, skillfully calming the restless little tigers that were nudging him, but when he looked up, he saw Chuuya Nakahara once again.
An identical figure stood not far away, their coats billowing in the night wind, creating smooth, flamboyant curves.
She muttered to herself, "...This is so strange."
Nothing was normal today.
The moon overhead was almost at its zenith; she had spent far too much time here.
Mikazuki... has lost the ability to fight.
Thinking of that special katana, Fuyuki forced himself to calm down.
The newly arrived Chuuya Nakahara pressed down on his hat, and upon hearing this, he let out a suppressed laugh: "Strange? My dear sister, is this the first thing you say to your brother?"
Winter Tree: "".
She really doesn't need a brother.
[Author's Note]
Chunye Stacking Game
Which one is the real one? [Winking face]
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
