Chapter 72 Time controls everything.



Chapter 72 Time controls everything.

The blade cut through the young man's body, but there was no feeling of 'hitting something'.

Instead, the entire tree in front of him suddenly disappeared, taking the young man with him.

"It will hurt a lot if you hit me."

A voice came from behind.

Fudi Yingchi suddenly turned around and saw that the scene behind him had turned into a dark alley. Two meters away from him, a young man in a black coat was looking at him.

Slowly, the boy raised his head and looked at the sky.

The special ability affects space and time. In this space, day and night are confused with each other. He looked quietly at the slender crescent moon in the sky for a long time, and then smiled dreamily.

Fudi Yingchi realized belatedly that this young man who looked maturely dressed was probably only eighteen or nineteen years old, and even much younger than before. Because of the action of tilting his head back, the young man's throat was completely exposed to him. If he was a real person, it would be easy for Fukuchi Yingchi to kill him.

"The time is almost up."

He said.

"Don't waste time, Shenwei."

"Haha, I don't know who Shenwei is."

After his smile froze for a short while, Fukuchi Yingchi suddenly laughed heartily, but his hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the knife. If just now he had only a shallow murderous intent that he could choose to kill or not, then now his murderous intent had already surged into his heart, almost to the point of fighting to the death.

"It's okay, I know. From the moment you stepped into this place, I am "time". To control me is to control time. ”

The next moment, another knife flashed by, but as if the scene changed after turning the corner, nothing happened. Fukuchi Yingchi turned his head and saw a child looking at him.

"Why do you want to kill me?" he asked pitifully. "I'm obviously thinking about you. Time is omnipotent...ah! Because your plan has been discovered, right?"

"Heh, what reason do you need to eradicate disasters?"

"Oh, that's right. Adults always talk like that. There's nothing we can do about it." The boy muttered, "But why are you in such a hurry? I know what you want, but I am absolutely sure of this one thing."

"……absurd."

The young man was wearing a snow-white kimono and small wooden clogs. He covered his mouth with one hand, squinted his eyes and smiled twice. He stretched out his little arms and spun around in the snow that appeared out of nowhere.

"Yes, it's always like this: suspicion, quarrels, killings, quarrels, hatreds, plots and intrigues. It goes on and on, on and on... on and on..."

He muttered and laughed a bit morbidly:

"It's so boring, uncle. It's so boring here. But what you want is very interesting, peace, war and so on. "Time" can control everything. Why not try it?" ”

Having missed the target twice, Fukudi Yingchi had already guessed that he could not hurt this man. He put away his sword and asked back.

"You are about to destroy Japan, what are you going to do now?"

"Eh... destroy Japan? That's boring." The boy tilted his head and lowered his eyes. His clear eyes fell darkly on the ground. "It's because you, a bunch of rubbish, can't kill me. You are the ones who are wrong. You are really a bunch of rubbish... It's really your fault that you are here like this without life or death."

Fukuchi Yingchi did not respond. He slowly raised his head. An inexplicable premonition told him that something was about to come. He tensed his nerves. The boy who noticed his gaze suddenly laughed.

"Hey, time is almost up. I haven't talked to anyone for a long time. I'm sorry for talking too much." The young boy patted his head and made a flowery expression with his tongue sticking out: "To express my apology, I'll give you a gift."

As soon as he finished speaking, Blizzard and Sakura suddenly spun into the air and filled his sight. Fukuchi Sakurachi took a few steps back, and his keen senses made him decisively swing the knife into the void. The next moment, hot blood splashed all over his body. He blinked and saw the young man lying under the knife.

Not 'Dazai Osamu'.

Brown hair, with a few strands of snow-white hair due to genetic problems. Fukuchi Yingchi remembered him. Before he entered the restricted area, the adjutant who accompanied him was this one. His name was He Shangzhi. He admired him very much and even planned to come in with him, but was stopped outside by him in the end.

It’s the young Satoshi Kawakami.

...So that place has already entered the range of disaster?

It seems that the influence of "time" is more terrifying than imagined.

What exactly is the power of "time"?

"There's no need to bother me with this illusion. Why don't you confront me head on?"

Fudi Yingchi asked disdainfully.

"Hallucination? There is no illusion in time." A voice sounded from the right, but when looking over there was no one there.

The young man falling under the knife twitched his body, slowly raised his head, and looked at him blankly with his pale face.

"Just in time. By the time he works for you, only the scar should be left, right? Time is running out. See you next time, sir."

The man whispered in her ear, and Fukuchi Sakurachi's eyes swept over the corner of the young man's khaki windbreaker, but when she turned around, he was nowhere to be seen. As if echoing the words "time is coming", the changes in time and space in the entire restricted area suddenly became sinister. This was consistent with the official safety period; he had to evacuate within five minutes, or even he would not survive.

Frightened by the changes around him, the young man on the ground stretched out his hand, with bloody fingers pointing in his direction.

"save……"

Fudi Yingchi lowered his eyes and looked at him. The young man stretched out his hands in vain, trying to ask him for help. A thin layer of tears filled his dark and clear eyes. He was a very strong kid, not much different than what he would become when he grew up.

Strong, smart, calm, but with expectations of the wrong person.

The alarm on his body issued a sharp warning sound, and Fukuchi Yingchi suddenly smiled.

"Let me see what will happen."

A flash of white light passed through the chaotic time, and the man in military uniform stepped over the blood and ran towards the exit.

**

"Sir!"

The responding soldier saluted him and the medical team was ready.

"Sir, how are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell? We have been in this situation for 37 minutes, 7 minutes beyond the safe period. We almost thought something happened to you!"

The soldier was a stranger, and spoke the precautions at a very fast speed. Fudi Yingchi was gathered in the center, and his eyes swept through the crowd.

"Where's Kawakami Satoshi?"

"Eh? Kawakami Satoshi?"

The soldier paused.

"…Excuse me, who is that?"

**

Naturally, he never had a temporarily assigned adjutant named Kawakami Satoshi by his side.

Reality was replaced, and all of Kawakami Tomo's existence became blank.

Sitting in the office chair, Fukuchi Yingchi looked at the sky outside the window. On the other side of the desk, clamped in a transparent folder was the identity information of 'Kawakami Satoshi', a seven-year-old child who was beheaded by an unknown murderer many years ago.

The sharp knife marks on the photos of the corpse are enough to prove that all this is not an influenced hallucination. His sword spanned twenty years and killed Kawakami Tomo who had lived twenty years ago.

He repeated it in his mind.

——Time can control everything.

Just like folding paper, overlapping the past and the present, countless futures overlap with the past. As long as you kill a person's past, you can erase that person's future.

Time controls everything.

The duration of the 'safe period' increases as the scope of the disaster expands. During the brief gap when 'Dazai Osamu' appears, the time changes in uncontrolled manner in line with breathing.

The power of time can make people omnipotent, and this power can strangle all hidden dangers in the cradle.

Just a monster begging for death, an arrogant little devil.

——As long as he can control "time".

**

"Bait!"

The bandaged young man said with a smile.

**

“So there are really fish in your rivers?”

The fish in the bucket looked towards Yamaubakiri Kunihiro.

"Yes, and the taste... is very good, without any fishy smell." Yamaubakiri Kunihiro said, his eyes unable to stop glancing at the young man who was wrapped in bandages and wet.

It's really scary!

In the afternoon, the man suddenly said that he wanted to go to the river to take a look, so the Shinsengumi was silent for a moment and handed him a fishing rod. Although there was some connection between going to the river and fishing, he still didn't understand what these two people were thinking.

Then the Shinsengumi said, Yamaubakiri, let’s go together.

Although it was a bit scary, since he was a friend of the master, the swords believed that they would give him a certain degree of trust, so Yamaubakiri went.

Then he looked at the young man named Dazai sitting on the shore, with no bait on his fishing rod, which he threw directly into the river.

...Is this true or false! No bait? ?

As expected, there were definitely no fish caught. But the man didn't wait long. After just a few minutes, he became impatient and walked towards the river.

Maybe, maybe to see if there are any fish in the river?

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro guessed so.

Then he saw the man jump down with a plop.

Hello! You are seeing things! You jumped in yourself! Yamaubakiri Kunihiro was stunned for a moment. He saw that the water was clearly not even as deep as a person's waist, but the young man struggled in the water for a while, then floated to the surface without any sound.

The water is not even waist deep! This waist-less state is for him, as he is only 172cm tall!

This young man is even taller than him!

Is this true? He drowned? No, the Shinsengumi will be angry!

After his expression went blank, Yamaubakiri Kunihiro ran into the water and finally pulled the man out. He found that he was not drowning at all. The young man had a calm expression and even glanced at him with an officious look.

"Are you...are you okay?"

The young man picked up the jacket he had taken off before going into the water and placed it in front of him. He rolled the jacket up tightly. Yamaubakiri Kunihiro stared in amazement at the two fish wrapped in the clothes.

"Are you...are you fishing?" he asked.

The young man looked at him helplessly again.

“I’m killing myself.”

Isn't this even more terrifying? Shinsengumi, who are your friends? You might as well go fishing yourself!

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro was shocked, but before he could come to his senses, something even more shocking happened.

A fish was caught on the empty fishing rod which had no hook at all.

"Oh... sometimes things like this happen."

The young man had a calm expression.

...No, something is wrong.

After finishing his recollections, Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, who returned with a bucket and two fish, was puzzled. He and the young man returned to the Shinsengumi, and he had a lot of things he wanted to complain about, but he couldn't hold it back.

This is too weird!

Then he heard the judge say:

"I know you're happy, so did you go into the water after such a long time?"

Eh…?

"I didn't think about it at first. I don't really like the wet feeling. It was you, Mu Jun, who thought so, and you reminded me." The leader ruthlessly shifted the blame.

Qianjianmu squatted down and poked the two stupid fish with his fingers.

"So the reason you entered the Tsurumi River is because there are few fish there, right?"

The leader was silent for a moment.

It was discovered a few years ago that when young Dazai Osamu had just left Aomori, he went to several different rivers to check in. He also complained that small fish would always appear in his pocket for no apparent reason.

He was used to drifting with the current, as silent as if he were dead. But perhaps he was too inhuman, so the fish did not regard him as a human, but only as a large piece of garbage, so they continued to circle around him as usual. Therefore, when they fished him out of the river, some aquatic animals would always fall out from strange places for unknown reasons.

Dazai Osamu himself did not like mucus, so later on his entry into the water became the Tsurumi River. There were very few fish in the Tsurumi River, and there were no more funny scenes of hairtail emerging from the water.

It's not surprising that it has become like this today.

Perhaps the leader didn't expect that Qian Jianmu also knew such niche knowledge, and he was stunned for a moment. But I quickly adjusted.

“Because the pollution there is the worst in Yokohama!”

“…”

That's true, but your habit of committing suicide in polluted water is getting weirder and weirder.

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