Chapter 76 Chapter 76 Puppet Sanming and Yokohama Bandage Spirit...
The sky was a little dark.
The gradually setting sun poured down onto the ground through the roofs of the city's steel and concrete buildings, leaving behind the silhouettes of trees and buildings, as well as the shadow of a person, on the smooth concrete road.
A young man with slightly fluffy dark curly hair took a step out from the dark shadows.
The last rays of the setting sun shone on his hair, creating a small halo of light but not bringing much warmth. The unsuitable white bandage on his delicate face and the loose black coat he wore made him look strange.
When passing the corner, it seemed that he kicked something.
The dull sound of leather shoes and boxes colliding with each other echoed in this empty space, and at the same time, this sound was accompanied by the unique rhythm of the boxes rubbing against the ground.
"Oh?"
As if a little surprised, the boy stopped and lowered his head.
The weeds growing in the shade were not very tall, and the box was not small either, so he could easily see what he had kicked.
It was a wooden box carefully crafted from an unknown wood. The surface was engraved with intricate yet barely noticeable patterns. The handle was also carefully carved into a shape suitable for human hand grasping. The four corners were also wrapped in smooth, dark metal. The place in the middle where the lock should be was abnormally empty.
It's as if it's just waiting to be opened.
Squatting down, not caring that his coat would fall to the ground and get covered in dust and dirt, the boy seemed to be quite interested as he fiddled with the wooden box he had come across by chance, poking the thing in front of him with his fingers. His movements were casual and unguarded, as if he had no wariness at all about this sudden appearance.
When his fingertips touched this thing, a faint light appeared in his iris-colored eyes.
White spots of light slowly gathered in the empty place where the lock should have been, and then an incomprehensible pattern emerged in circles, eventually forming something in the air that looked like an array pattern found in games or anime.
Then, it shattered silently under his hands.
He seemed accustomed to such scenes, and just kept staring at the thing in front of him, as if expecting something to happen.
However, there was no movement.
…
After confirming this fact, he lost interest, then stood up and prepared to leave in boredom - it seemed that his interest in the box ended there.
If what happened next wasn't so unexpected.
The box suddenly opened by itself.
Everything inside was laid out openly before him.
Cherry blossom petals were scattered on the soft, expensive-looking fabric, and the wooden walls inside were also carefully carved with patterns and extremely small and delicate decorations.
However, the thing that was so cherished and placed in the wooden box was unexpectedly just a doll.
An overly beautiful doll.
Her long, star-like, crimson hair lay loose on the fabric, adorned only with a bright yellow hair tie. Her kimono, layered like scattered cherry blossoms, was unusually covered in metal armor.
The boy who was about to get up and leave suddenly stopped, then narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully at the doll in front of him - it was not that he had any special interest in this kind of thing, but the doll seemed to have heaving chest.
The subtle ups and downs that only real humans experience when breathing.
If it weren't for the deep joint lines on the exposed palms, fingers and neck that were obvious and unique to the doll, revealing the identity of the item in the box sleeping in front of him, he might have thought more about it.
Thinking of this, he suddenly pulled out the wooden gun and pulled the trigger at the puppet inside.
The explosion quickly faded, and the bullet landed inside the box just a few inches away from the doll, leaving an ugly mark on the fabric.
"Is there really no unexpected change?"
He turned the wooden box a few times in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly as if in a bit of distress, and the sleeping face of the doll was reflected in his iris-colored eyes.
…
I am most afraid of the sudden silence in the air.
The originally slight upward curve of the lips gradually decreased and finally became a straight line.
Then, the next moment, countless cherry blossoms flew directly towards him—as if in retaliation for his earlier rude behavior, they flew right into his face. Although the soft petals didn't hurt when they hit his face, this subtle feeling of revenge was still a little strange.
After all... who would take revenge on others in this way?
"Hahaha, sorry sorry."
The doll that was supposed to be sleeping opened its eyes and then slowly sat up.
The bright moon hung high in the puppet's eyes, echoing the setting sun and the hazy shadow of the moon in the sky. Her wide sleeves slipped slightly as she covered her lips, revealing her bloodless arm.
"Old man, I seem to have slept a little too long, so my reaction is a little slow."
Blinking, the puppet slowly stood up, then locked eyes with the young man before it. The bright yellow tassel on its forehead swayed slightly, its dark blue hair falling behind it, the moon pattern faintly floating on its twelve-piece kimono.
At this moment, everything became her reflection and background.
Then, under the gaze of the person opposite, the puppet smiled and said slowly and softly, "Well... according to common sense, it seems that I should introduce myself first?"
The doll nodded her chin, seemingly having truly forgotten many things. After pondering for a moment, she finally dug out her name from the corner of her memory. Then, she said, "My name is Mikazuki Munechika."
"There's something else I should have said... well... it's been so long I've forgotten everything."
"But if something can be forgotten, it's probably not that important."
Having made the unthinkable decision on his own, Mikazuki Munechika clenched his fist and pounded it into his palm, then looked at the other person in a friendly manner: "Old man, you've finished speaking. I wonder if you are..."
Before Mikazuki Munechika could finish his words, he suddenly felt someone poking him.
Her feeling was not wrong, she was indeed poked in the face by the strange boy in front of her. And it was poked crookedly.
"Wow, it really is a living puppet."
Mikazuki Munechika looked in the direction of the voice and saw the other party bending down and moving closer. A look of surprise suddenly appeared in his iris-colored eyes.
The opponent may have tried his best to restrain the strength in his hand, but it was still too heavy for the puppet. In addition, Mikazuki Munechika was caught off guard, so he staggered.
The sudden attack made Sangetsu Munechika a little dazed, but she quickly adjusted her mentality and sat down calmly with her previously unstable body. Then she reached out and held the boy's fingers, which not only did not stop but became more and more presumptuous.
After easily holding the fingers, Mikazuki Munechika found that the other party had stopped moving.
"Ah... such an obedient child."
This thought was fleeting, and Mikazuki Munechika then calmly placed the other person's finger on his head, and then looked at him gently.
"Go ahead and touch it if you want. I don't mind it much, old man."
Although he had just woken up from a deep sleep, Mikazuki Munechika could not remember anything except that he felt a special connection with the boy in front of him and only knew his own name, but he was still not panicked.
His mind was inexplicably calm, and Mikazuki Munechika looked at the strange world and strangers in front of him peacefully, like a real old man.
"But next time, be gentler. After all, the old man can't stand such torture."
After Mikazuki Munechika said this, he found that the other party seemed to have finally come back to his senses.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then her shadow was clearly reflected in those iris-colored eyes.
"Pfft—interesting!"
As if she had discovered a new toy, Mikazuki Munechika smiled when she saw him, and then he turned around and held her in his palm.
"Mikazuki Munechika? That's a really nice name."
He nodded at the name intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a smile: "It's the same name as the Five Swords of the World."
Mikazuki Munechika:?
'Sounds familiar.'
It seemed as if she remembered hearing something similar.
However, his memory was too vague and he ultimately failed when he tried to recall it.
"Really? Hahaha, that's really good."
He politely agreed with the other party's words, then Mikazuki Munechika adjusted himself to a comfortable position and sat down calmly and confidently - as an old man, he certainly felt embarrassed to refuse the care of a younger person.
After doing this series of actions in front of the other party, Mikazuki Munechika tried to bring the topic back to the previous one.
"Yeah, introducing ourselves is something both parties should do?" Should it be the other person's turn next?
Mikazuki Munechika looked at him and had a hunch that he would not let her get her wish so easily.
The next moment, Mikazuki Munechika saw, as expected, that the other party turned his head and pointed at the wooden box on the ground.
"What are you going to do with your home?"
"I'm not going to carry it."
Looking at the familiar wooden box on the ground, Mikazuki Munechika pondered for a moment. Just as he was about to say "it's okay" he saw the bullet marks on the lining fabric of the box.
It happened that at this moment a breeze blew by, lifting her long hair.
What was even more coincidental was that Mikazuki Munechika saw unusual black marks on his hair and faintly smelled a burnt smell.
The smile gradually disappeared.
Mikazuki Munechika felt that his previous judgment seemed to be wrong.
No child would joke with their elders like this. Not even the Gojo family... Hmm? What was the Gojo family?
A white figure flashed by, and before Mikazuki Munechika had time to think about it, all his attention was attracted by the broken hair floating out of the box in front of him.
“…This isn’t good.”
A slight sigh drifted through the air, and the culprit who had done something not so good smiled as he slammed the box shut. Then, he said with a grin, "I forgot to introduce myself. My last name is Dazai."
"Dazai Osamu."
Then he took advantage of this opportunity to kick the box into the river, destroying the evidence silently.
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Author's words: Dazai Osamu: Huh? I didn't do anything!
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Dazai initially poked Sanming to confirm whether she was a creature with supernatural powers.
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Overslept
(Closes eyes)
Well, the timeline is when Mr. Mori just took office.
Anyway..... ah, good night!!!
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