Chapter 79 About the Birds, Part Four
What are you looking at there?
Due to X's request, the Port Mafia is maintaining stricter control tonight.
Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai were also kept inside the building and were not allowed to go out.
As soon as the power was restored, he saw that annoying mackerel excitedly holding a pair of binoculars, perched by the window, constantly shifting positions, seemingly searching for something.
After moving three or four times, he squeezed himself out of the way and stayed where he had been sitting, without moving.
"Shh, little slug, don't bother me. The most exciting part is about to begin."
Dazai Osamu has seen the strange bird approach X. Will it attack? Or...?
After waiting for a while, seeing that Dazai Osamu was still in the same position, Chuuya Nakahara could no longer suppress his curiosity.
Before he could speak again, the mackerel, who seemed to thrive on chaos, let out a disappointed "Ah!" and casually shoved the binoculars into his hand.
"This is so boring..." Dazai Osamu said, slumping onto the sofa.
Upon hearing this, Nakahara Chuuya became even more curious, and he looked in that direction in the same posture as Dazai Osamu had just done.
What strange thing?
The two birds were the most eye-catching, and then... was that Mr. Rimbaud?!
He's not dead?
No, he's dead. Then who was that person? Did Verlaine know?
The orange-haired boy forgot all about the birds; he threw down his binoculars and turned to ask Dazai Osamu, "Who is that long-haired man?"
“Mr. Rimbaud, what’s wrong? Have you already forgotten him?”
"I haven't forgotten... wait! You know he's still alive?"
"Huh? You didn't know? This Mr. Rimbaud isn't the one we know. He's Mr. X's employee."
"An employee? He went to work for someone else?"
"Who knows? He's always been this dedicated, model employee since he first appeared."
Chuuya Nakahara pondered for a moment, then picked up his binoculars and lay back down. He couldn't directly ask Rimbaud, whom he supposedly didn't know. Tonight, the leader had given a strict order that no one was allowed to leave the house.
He could only observe from a distance, and the mackerel probably thought the same thing, otherwise why would it have prepared binoculars so early?
As he looked, he felt something was off. It turned out that the short-haired man holding the bird didn't have a ring of white hair, but rather a small white bird perched on his head.
What is he planning to do? Open a breeding farm for bizarre birds?
At that moment, the long-haired man seemed to notice him and looked up in his direction. Chuuya Nakahara knew that the other man couldn't see him, but he still subconsciously moved his binoculars away.
"What's wrong?"
X noticed that Rimbaud was standing still and hadn't followed. He turned around and looked at his most useful employee, asking in confusion.
“Someone is watching us, and the direction is… the Port Mafia.”
"I guess it's Dazai-kun. He's always very curious, no matter which world he's in."
X was determined to return the three birds that were out for a stroll. He didn't care if people watched, as long as they didn't go crazy.
Realizing that his supervisor didn't want to pursue the matter, Lambo stopped caring who was looking at him and followed behind, watching his supervisor, who was struggling to walk with his family.
In this situation, even if Rimbaud wanted to intervene, he wouldn't know what he could do, and some bird might even get angry.
"Manager, what's going on...?"
Gregor, who came to open the door, looked at X, who was carrying a small bird, a tall bird, and a large bird, and was holding a lantern and scales. He didn't know how to react.
The naive sinner, who had never been corrupted by Lobotomy Corporation, let this flock of birds in, completely unaware of what the future held for him.
As soon as X entered, he shoved everything in his hands into Abram's arms, who was holding a large bee. If the judgment bird hadn't held on tightly, he probably would have been handed over to him as well.
Suddenly jostled by the lantern and the scales, the queen bee slowly uttered a question mark. What's going on? What are you doing in the middle of the night?! She's about to cause trouble!
Unfortunately, His spores were not enough to clear the health bars of everyone present, and His breath turned to ashes.
Abram was also surprised to see the three birds brought back at once. Weren't they supposed to be going out to catch big birds? Why did they bring back tall birds as well?
Holding the queen bee and the two birds' weapons, his expression became much more serious as he asked X, "What do you plan to do?"
"Let's set up a branch."
Aside from those two, X could barely muster enough people to fill one hand, but Rimbaud was worth several of them.
The most important thing is to lock up the two birds first. If the birds suddenly can't sense the twilight of the other world and are preparing to go to the Black Forest, then this world will face a true end!
*
"It's so quiet in Yokohama."
Mori Ougai suddenly noticed that their partner had been unusually quiet lately, unlike before when they were constantly giving him big projects. Recently, they had been as quiet as if they had left Yokohama.
“Lord Ougai,” the woman in the brightly colored kimono said, holding a teacup and sitting across from Alice at the table. Hearing her boss’s sigh, she chuckled, “You probably haven’t been to Mr. X’s place, have you? It’s not exactly quiet there.”
That place has become a pure construction site, although the construction workers aren't actually people.
As is customary, the containment cells are built underground.
After being trained by Lobotomy Corporation, Rimbaud now has access to a greater number of supernatural beings. People who were previously useless can now be put to use, for example, in expanding and reinforcing spaces.
The most important thing about Lobotomy Corporation's containment chamber is the reverse Kabbalah inhibitor; building materials are secondary. So, the supervisors have been locking themselves in the room for several days, trying to make one out of the materials of this world.
The Abnormality hasn't caused any major trouble. The only non-researcher, Gregor, has been feeding the birds lately. I wonder if these birds can even handle eating this?
The little bird perched on the head or body of the big bird and happily snatched the piece of meat from Gregor's hand, without using its belly beak.
"Have you gotten rounder?"
Gregor pushed up his glasses, stroked his stubble-covered chin, and revealed a sharp, insightful expression.
The bird's expression also turned sharp.
Upon hearing Gregor's words, all the large bird beneath him looked upwards, and before it became cross-eyed, he concluded that the little bird seemed to have indeed become round.
As he spoke, Gregor took the human hand and reached over to bounce the small white ball.
“You’ve gotten heavier.” As he spoke, his glasses reflected the sunlight perfectly, dazzling the little bird that had been struck. Now heavier, the bird decided to “break through containment.”
"Ouch! Stop pecking!"
Gregor was chased all over the house by a little bird that flew up. For some reason, the little bird's pecks hurt so much. Finally, the satisfied little bird landed back on the big bird, leaving Gregor with a head full of blood.
The judge bird, who had been lounging by the window basking in the sun, slowly stood up. The hand that usually controlled the scales reached out to the bird and picked up the solid ball. The bird tilted its head, its beady eyes looking at the judge of the Black Forest with a puzzled expression.
The presiding judge remained silent, simply opened the door, and left with the little bird...
Gregor watched the silky scene unfold before he realized what was happening, until the Judgment Bird's long legs had completely stepped out the door.
The bird flew away!
*
Because a former king of assassins finally heard that there was a Rimbaud still alive here, he crawled out of the basement and asked to come and see.
He and Dazai Osamu brought Verlaine, who had been withdrawn in the basement for half a year, over, although it seemed that he and Dazai Osamu were the ones who were brought out by the adults.
The blond man with the braided hair shielded his eyes from the glaring sunlight, looking somewhat dazed. He then saw a strange bird with bandages on its head open the door and swagger out as if it were the owner of the house.
"Hey, mackerel, that bird looks exactly like you! Do you want to go and recognize each other?"
The sense of déjà vu for Nakahara Chuuya was so strong, it was completely different from what he saw through the binoculars last time. The only difference was that the bird seemed much more serious than the frivolous guy next to him.
Before Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya could even start arguing, the long-armed, long-legged blindfolded bird bent one leg and stepped back slightly with the other, making a throwing motion.
The next moment, a small, snow-white bird with large red markings on its belly was thrown out at great speed, heading straight for Verlaine, the tallest among them.
Just as the sharp little beak was about to touch his face, the tall blond man instinctively tried to use his supernatural ability, but was stopped sharply by the person behind him.
It was his younger brother; the orange-haired boy recognized the little white bird with patterns on its belly.
"Don't attack it!"
Instinctively, Verlaine stopped what he was doing. With a thud, the little white bird slammed into his forehead, causing the defenseless former intelligence officer to stagger backward.
The little white bird didn't turn red from the impact; instead, it flew up and circled around the blond man, as if hesitating about something.
Where are you going?
A second person ran out of the door, covered in blood. Gregor couldn't let the two birds go out for a stroll, and as a result, he witnessed an innocent passerby being attacked by the birds.
The tall bird also tilted its head to "watch" this scene, its two red-tipped ear feathers swaying slightly, as if it had been hit by the little bird.
The commotion was so loud that even the big bird poked half of its head out to see what was happening.
"Excuse me! Are you alright?"
Gregor had already spotted a bird victim like himself, and fearing that the bird might peck at the unfortunate passerby as it had pecked him, he hurried forward, intending to bring the bird back.
He hadn't taken more than a few steps when something grabbed his clothes with tremendous force, making it almost impossible for him to move. He looked down in confusion and discovered that it was Takagami who had hooked him.
The little bird stopped circling and instead fluttered back.
Gregor was about to take it when he was stopped by the long wings of the Judgment Bird, and then the scene was replicated.
The snow-white bird was thrown out again by the judgment bird.
"Are you trying to help Him lose weight?" Gregor deduced.
Meanwhile, Verlaine, who was prepared, dodged the incoming white cannonball again. Whether intentionally or not, the long-legged bird once again aimed at the blond man's forehead.
I'm so sorry!
Gregor, who was blocked, could only shout in that direction from a distance. The Judgment Bird seemed to suspect that he would help the little bird cheat, which was why it wouldn't let him go.
However, Gregor really wanted to swear that he didn't mean to fatten up the birds, nor would he interfere with the two birds' weight loss plan. He just wanted to check if those three people over there were alright!
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Author's note: Tall Bird helps Little Bird lose weight, Tall Bird is great!
Little bird, fly back obediently, hello little bird!
Brother Wei is too tall and is blocking the way. Brother Wei is bad!
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