Chapter 103
Don't come near me, work!
"...Dazai?"
"Little Winter Tree...?"
Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.
Both of them saw deep shock in each other's eyes.
Fuyuki: Why is it Dazai Osamu again?!
Dazai Osamu: After all these years, how come Fuyuki is only this big?!
After a moment of staring at each other, Dongshu was somewhat unable to immediately grasp the situation.
It's so messy.
What does this world really want to do?
The cold wind from the riverbank lashed her face. The darkness and the enclosed environment vanished completely, and the sunlight shone down from above, making it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.
The transition from black to white happens in an instant, giving no time to adjust.
“Eh, it really is Fuyuki.” Dazai Osamu’s iris-colored eyes widened slightly. “It’s truly unbelievable.”
"It's me." Fuyuki scratched his head. "It was really too sudden, the way I appeared and all that."
He suddenly appeared right in front of them; if Hasebe hadn't blocked him, they would have almost bumped into each other.
She dismissed the wary Hasebe and took two steps forward. Just as she was about to say something, a barrage of bullets suddenly flew in from the side.
He pressed down on Hasebe and instantly drew his sword.
The spinning blade deflected all the bullets. The little Saniwa's hair was ruffled by the airflow, becoming slightly messy. She brushed the hair behind her ear and looked over there.
"I never expected to meet you again in such a scene." Fuyuki sighed, as he was being carried away from the danger zone by Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
My stomach.
"Hmm?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga changed his posture. "Sorry, sorry, Master, I was too hasty, hahaha."
Feeling a bit better, Fuyuki shouted, "Dazai—"
Dazai Osamu followed, smiling, "Well, it does seem familiar."
The bullets passed by him, but none of them actually hit his flesh.
This time, however, we were truly powerless, and these guys actually chose to take direct action, with real weapons and no hesitation whatsoever.
Is it something that has absolutely no rationality?
interesting.
Are you taking this so seriously? Aren't you afraid he might actually die?
A dark glint flashed across Dazai Osamu's eyes.
However, the sudden appearance of a friend who had disappeared for eight years was truly unexpected, and it left one unsure how to react.
Worry, surprise, or confusion are not appropriate emotions for the current situation.
They were unable to have a detailed exchange right away.
Fuyuki, who was hiding behind a wall not far away, breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Hasebe and Gokotai easily fight the enemy. When he turned around, he saw Dazai Osamu smiling.
She frowned: "Don't laugh like that, it's kind of weird."
Dazai Osamu tilted his head in confusion: "Is that strange?"
Why doesn't he think so?
Fuyuki nodded: "It's so strange, how come you suddenly became so energetic?"
Neither the old Dazai Osamu nor the red-scarf version of Dazai Osamu I just saw seemed like the kind of person who could turn into this.
She sized up the man in the sand-colored coat in front of her.
Bright colors, a gentle and confident smile, and an upright posture.
Tsk.
...Too upright.
Dazai Osamu blinked, then burst out laughing, clutching his stomach: "Hahahaha... It seems Fuyuki is quite surprised by this."
Fuyuki nodded: "Yeah, it's quite unexpected. It's kind of a..."
She carefully chose her words, her gaze suddenly falling on Tsurumaru Kuninaga, eliciting a puzzled look from his golden eyes.
The words that were on the tip of his tongue naturally came out: "It was quite a shock."
She laughed too.
“Hmm, it certainly looks very different.” Tsurumaru Kuninaga walked around Dazai Osamu. “It’s completely different from that dark wooden stick it used to be.”
Dazai Osamu's smile froze: "...A wooden stick?"
Was he that deformed before?
"Tsurumaru." Fuyuki pulled Tsurumaru back and slapped his arm hard. "Don't talk nonsense."
"Waaah...Does Fuyuki think so too?" Dazai Osamu suddenly choked up, raising his hand to wipe away tears. "What heartbreaking words."
“…No.” After scolding the other side, Fuyuki came to coax this side, “Dazai is a handsome, brooding pretty boy, not a wooden stick.”
"Really?" He peeked out with one eye.
"real!"
Dongshu nodded vigorously: "But now she's become..." She hesitated, choosing her words carefully, "...a sunny, cheerful boy?"
The battle over there is nearing its end.
"What a disgusting description," Dazai Osamu said with disdain. "Then what is Fuyuki? Is he a messenger of justice in Yokohama?"
“They also specifically punish bad guys.” He pointed to the enemies who had been knocked down and piled up into a small mountain.
Gokotou patted the little tiger in his arms and ran over to report to Fuyuki: "Master, the battle is won..."
The timid dagger successfully and timidly eliminated all the enemies on the battlefield.
"Wow, that's amazing!" Fuyuki immediately abandoned her conversation with Dazai Osamu and happily ruffled Gokotai's hair.
Her little dummy's engrossed little brain is what motivates her to work...
"Oh... Thank you, Master."
Feeling the gentle touch above his head, Wu Hu Tui couldn't help but lower his head a little further.
...No, the master is already as tall as him.
The head was moved back to its original height.
Little Dagger pursed his lips, thinking that one day, his master would be able to hold him in his arms, just like he would pet a tiger.
A gentle, caring feeling of being completely cherished.
I always felt I would be completely captivated.
At the same time, Hasebe, who had arrived, took Fuyuki's left hand in one hand and knelt down on one knee: "Master, the enemy has been completely annihilated and awaits your command."
The loyal dog is already in position.
His eyes were particularly intense; he wouldn't give up until he got something that made his head spin.
Fuyuki was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and stroked both of the little animals together: "Good, good, you're both good kids, let me pet you. Hasebe and Hasebe, well done. Keep up the good work next time, everyone!"
She was already very adept at coaxing the knife-wielding devil.
Two hands aren't enough? Not at all!
Touch touch touch touch—
Even if I have to leave a blur, I still want to touch those two adorable knives to my satisfaction.
"Ahem." After waiting for a long time, Dazai Osamu finally spoke up to interrupt the simmering fire caused by the friction between his palm and hair.
He raised his eyes: "Little Winter Tree, what brings you here this time?"
Fuyuki stopped what she was doing, turned around, and scratched her cheek: "I don't have a mission. Why do you all assume I have one?"
"I have no identity, no purpose, I have simply come into this world, nothing more."
The little stray dog didn't tell her about any world collapse issues that needed to be addressed.
When she has nothing to do, she acts no differently than if she were just traveling.
No one who shouldn't have died suddenly was found dead, no strange creatures were seen invading, and no trace of a transmigrator was detected.
"Ah-Zhi!"
The winter trees are lifeless.
Suddenly, a man with a color scheme remarkably similar to Dazai Osamu appeared. He looked anxious and expertly grabbed Dazai Osamu, examining him from head to toe. After a long while, he slowly exhaled.
"Fortunately, it seems nothing bad has happened."
He patted his chest and said angrily, "Really, don't suddenly act recklessly and go on a mission alone. Partner, partner! We're partners!"
Dazai Osamu replied expressionlessly, "Ah... okay, I'm fine."
With a blank expression, Dongshu replied in a monotone voice, "Ah...yes, he's fine."
But now, she has something to do.
[Author's Note]
Oh dear, poor child.
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