Al's body reacted faster than his brain. He raised his hand to block the blow from the orange-haired boy. However, the physical fitness of a heroic spirit was far superior to that of an ordinary person. After blocking the blow, the bricks under his feet shattered into pieces, and the entire ground sank.

The orange-haired boy sneered, "Not bad."

Just as he was about to launch a more fierce attack, the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy shouted, "Chuya, it's me!"

The orange-haired boy was stunned. He lowered his head and met a pair of emerald green eyes.

Not the original black eyes, but there was no way he would mistake them.

"!"

The men in suits around them shouted "Now!" and started firing in their direction.

"whispering sound!"

The orange-haired boy landed gracefully, and with a stomping of his foot, countless gravel flew towards the group of blind men in suits. Amid the men's screams, Nakahara Chuuya picked up Al, got on the motorcycle, and drove away on the spot, leaving only one sentence: "I don't have time to play house with you today--"

When the men in suits recovered from the fierce attack of gravel, where was Nakahara Chuuya?

The leading man in a suit gnashed his teeth and said, "Damn it! He got away!"

"Boss, shall we go after him?"

"Chase your ass! Don't let the large Mafia force at the port run into you!"

A lazy voice sounded above my head.

"We finally managed to lure Chuuya Nakahara here, but in the end, they only had this few people to ambush us. It's really speechless..."

"who?!"

The leading man suddenly turned his head and saw a black-haired boy with a bandage squatting on the container. Behind the boy, there were men in black standing without knowing when. His pupils dilated, "Who are you——"

The black-haired boy waved his hand nonchalantly.

The mafia members behind the boy pulled the trigger at the same time.

After a burst of intense gunfire, everything returned to calm.

Chuuya Nakahara and Al finally stopped N streets away after running away in a cloud of dust. This place was far away from the war zone, and it was a very ordinary street. Most of the pedestrians coming and going were ordinary people in a hurry. Chuuya Nakahara bent down, took out a can of coffee from the vending machine, and threw it to the blond-haired and blue-eyed boy.

The first words he spoke were clumsy.

"What are you doing there?"

Al took the can of coffee skillfully and said innocently, "I thought you were going to complain about who I cosplayed this time... Well, I just happened to be there. I didn't join the mafia. After all, I'm just a weak cosplayer."

Nakahara Chuuya frowned.

A delicate COSER?

In his impression, Al was quite weak. After all, his special ability didn't have much combat power. But when Al blocked him earlier...

Al thought that Nakahara Chuuya was suspicious that he had joined some extreme faction, and explained, "Hasn't Chuuya always been against me getting involved in this world? I was listening to you, and even if I really wanted to join the Mafia, I would definitely join you."

Nakahara Chuuya said seriously: "I will not agree. Forget it, let's just assume that you didn't cause any trouble, but where have you been during this time?"

Al said honestly: "I said I traveled to another world, do you believe it?"

"Ha." Nakahara Chuuya obviously didn't believe his nonsense: "What, you finally traveled to the world of Digimon and became the chosen child?"

Al rubbed his cheeks and said, "To be honest, I really want to take risks, but to be fair, I am seriously over the age limit."

He is no longer a "child"! In terms of age or height, if you think about it carefully, Chuuya Nakahara is more qualified to be "chosen" than him.

The orange-haired boy was impatient to hear him act funny, and urged him, "Hurry up and tell me."

Al, however, was not afraid of him at all. He slowly opened the can of coffee and said, "No, you tell me first. Chuuya, how long have I been missing?"

"…More than a year."

More than a year... But in the other world, Al has been there for at least two years. It seems that the speed of time flowing on both sides is different.

Al looked thoughtful. "What happened a year ago? Chuuya, have you checked?"

Nakahara Chuuya raised his eyebrows and said, "You actually have to ask me about your own affairs?"

Al laughed and said, "Come on, I really don't know what happened after I disappeared."

"… All the cameras near your home stopped working, so they couldn't find anything. However, there was a car accident not far from your home. The time of the accident was close to the time when you last sent a text message to your friend. A large truck hit a small taxi, but only the driver was found in the car, not you."

"And the driver?"

Nakahara Chuuya shrugged his shoulders and said, "He has been discharged from the hospital a long time ago. He said that he was the only one there when the car accident happened, no one else was there."

"Is that so..."

He asked the system in his mind: "System, is this your fault?"

The system gave an affirmative answer.

"Yes, the finishing work of the Crossing Department has always been professional."

Al was sitting on a bench by the roadside with a pensive expression. Nakahara Chuuya folded his arms and looked down at him with an expression that said, "It's your turn now, why don't you tell the truth."

Unable to resist his silent urging, Al had to confess: "Chuuya, I traveled through time and was bound to a Berserker system. I am no longer a human, nor a psychic, but a Heroic Spirit and a Berserker. Do you believe it?"

“…”

"Really? Even though I've somehow traveled back in time, my mission to travel back in time has not been completed yet, so I will probably have to go back."

“…”

"Don't worry about me!"

Nakahara Chuuya looked at him like a naughty kid, with a face full of "you're here again". Al slapped his thigh and said, "By the way, Chuuya. Maybe you know Gojo Satoru?"

Nakahara Chuuya said coldly: "I don't know him. I don't like reading comics."

Al said, "Then how do you know Gojo Satoru is a character in the comics?"

Nakahara Chuuya jumped up on the spot and said, "Is it not okay to just flip through a few pages when passing by a bookstore?!"

"So that's how it is." Al patted his shoulder with a look of sudden enlightenment and asked, "Then do you know Xia Youjie?"

"Kaguya Suguru?" Nakahara Chuuya said coldly, "Is that the monk who gets uglier and uglier on the cover?"

"…What do you mean?"

Nakahara Chuuya pointed speechlessly at the tall building behind Al. Al turned around and saw promotional posters of "Jujutsu ○ War 0" everywhere. A big boss with infrared rays from his eyes stood behind the protagonists with a sly grin, exuding the evil aura of a third-rate villain.

Al: “…”

He recognized the man from his long flowing hair and the five-stripe cassock that was a standard outfit for a monk.

Al was incredulous and said, "Jack, my Jack! Who drew you so ugly?!"

If you don't know this face, you might think it's Ultraman. But when Al saw the blue eye behind Geto, his breath stopped again: "Could it be - that's Gojo Satoru's eye?!"

"Oh, I guess so."

So ugly! So ugly! And what's wrong with Wu-chan's skin color? Did she go to a tanning salon? How could Wu-chan be so dark? And her hair is purple! So ugly!

And this group of protagonists, I have never seen them before, I don't know them, why is there a giant panda among them? Oh, wait, a giant panda? No no no no no, the protagonist holding the knife does look a little familiar...

"Chuuya, is this the movie version of Jujutsu ○ War?"

"Yeah. The streets are full of this recently. It's so annoying. It's been showing for more than two months and it still hasn't stopped."

"What's the protagonist's name?"

"The protagonist? I think his name is Otsukotsu Kyouta."

Al was shocked, but he also complained about Nakahara Chuuya: "Don't you know Jujutsu ○ War very well?"

“…”

Nakahara Chuuya looked at him unkindly.

Al immediately shut his mouth.

The orange-haired boy snorted, "Why? Do you want to COS the character of Jujutsu ○ War again recently?"

He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a key, tossed it to Al, and said, "Here, this is the key to your house."

"……Thank you."

He actually took it out of his pocket. This guy wouldn't always carry his house key with him, right?

Al's original key was still in the drawer of his dormitory at Tokyo Jujutsu High School. When he defected from the high school, Al felt it was useless so he didn't take it with him. He never expected that he would suddenly return to his original world today.

Al made a joke: "Without this, I might have to sleep on the street today. Chuuya will definitely not take me back to his own place anyway."

——Of course, now he can actually choose to smash his own balcony to pieces and then call someone to repair it after entering.

Nakahara Chuuya sneered: "It's okay, I can also help you break the balcony glass."

Al: “…”

Al suddenly realized something.

Is this the general way of thinking of guys with high combat power? I feel like I understand Chuuya better now than before. Has he really changed?

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what was going on in Al's mind, he just said: "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it, it's good enough as long as you are alive."

After he finished speaking, he added awkwardly: "Next time, remember to tell me before you leave, so that I don't have to think about whether to buy you a grave before I go to sleep."

“…Hmm.” Al thought about it carefully and said, “I understand. But Chuuya, you also need to change your careless habits.”

“Huh?!”

"You were actually ambushed just now, right?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also said disdainfully: "Can those few mobs really deal with me?"

"Of course I know they can't beat you. After all, there aren't many people in this world who can beat Chuuya, right?"

"Hmph, I'm glad you know."

Al said faintly: "But, Chuuya is too easy to deceive."

Zhong Yuan Zhong rolled his eyes unconvincedly: "I didn't, do you have any evidence to prove that I'm easy to deceive?"

"Because Chuuya always thinks that the people around him are too simple-minded, he is often fooled and taken advantage of by others."

"Hey, I've said it all!"

Al continued to talk to himself: "You are not suitable for gangs with your personality. I am worried about you even when I am away from home. Anyway, you must have been deceived into joining the Port Mafia. But on second thought, joining the Port Mafia is better than staying in the 'Sheep'..."

He has disliked those vampires for a long time.

Nakahara Chuuya's veins jumped when he heard this: "Hey, listen to what others are saying!"

Alton paused, and suddenly said seriously: "You always told me to stay away from your world, but Chuuya, you stayed there before because of the Sheep family, what about now?"

"..." Nakahara Chuuya was silent for a moment, then he actually laughed: "Who said I stayed here for the 'sheep'? I stayed here because I wanted to stay, idiot."

"..." Al complained: "Why don't you say a few more passionate lines? I am not convinced by you at all."

"Who wants to convince you, idiot!" He pressed the hat on his head and said, "Anyway, as long as you stay away from here, I don't care what kind of life you lead. Hey, you really didn't do anything dangerous, did you?"

"No." Al thought about it and felt that he had indeed not participated in the gang fights that Chuuya opposed, so he said with confidence: "I made a lot of friends, made a lot of money, and did serious things!"

Nakahara Chuuya wanted to say something, but he glanced at the mailbox not far behind him and changed his words: "Really? That's fine, go back soon, I don't have time to take you home today. Also, even if the guys who used to play COS with you don't remember you, don't be too sad."

“…”

Al waved his hand and turned to walk towards the street. After he had walked quite a distance, he suddenly turned around and said to Nakahara Chuuya: "Chuuya -! You really! Don't! Know! How! To comfort others!"

Nakahara Chuuya: “…”

It was not until Al's figure completely disappeared from his sight that Dazai, who was squatting silently behind the mailbox, spoke up: "Is this the child who doesn't get along with the 'sheep'?"

Nakahara Chuuya snorted: "What are you doing here?"

"I heard that some people fell into the enemy's trap and left their subordinates behind and ran away. I had to come and see who was so stupid." Dazai Osamu sighed in a serious manner: "The result is just as expected."

Nakahara Chuuya sneered: "You are here just to see the joke, right?"

"Are you kidding? I'm really relieved that some people are so self-aware."

"You bastard bluefish, are you looking for death?"

Nakahara Chuuya grabbed Dazai Osamu's collar and shook him hard.

Al, in spirit form, floated aside, taking in everything.

It seems that Chuuya has made some good friends in Port Mafia. It seems that life is much easier than in the "Sheep" period. It seems that Port Mafia is indeed stronger.

He followed Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai back to the mission site and watched them clean up the mess with his own eyes. They then went back to the boss of the Port Mafia to hand in the mission. On the way, he ran into "Sister Momiji" and chatted with her for a few words. Finally, Al followed Chuuya Nakahara back to the apartment where the other lived.

This was Al's first visit to Chuuya Nakahara's work.

How should I put it, it actually looks quite regular?

After confirming that everything was fine, Al quietly left Yokohama and returned to Tokyo.

After arriving at an apartment in Tokyo, he took out his key and opened the door, only to find that everything was the same as before he left. However, since it had been idle for more than a year, there was basically no one in the house.

He opened the window to let in some fresh air and looked over his hands again.

"These figures are just perfect for taking away."

The ugly baby, who had been lying quietly on his shoulder, landed obediently on the display cabinet and opened his mouth to swallow the figurine.

"etc!"

Al took out the original boxes of the figures from the cupboard, carefully put the figures into the boxes one by one, and finally covered them with plastic bags and fed them to Ugly. By the time he had stuffed all the figures in his house into Ugly's stomach, two full hours had passed.

Al took out all his COS costumes from the cloakroom.

His special ability is to design a new "identity" for himself. When the completeness of the personality reaches 90%, he can activate his special ability and become another guy.

But unfortunately, his ability can only allow him to "act" but not "transform". Even if he designs a gender-swapped male hero based on the settings of the female heroes, he cannot completely transform into the hero himself.

——Possessing the power and personality of a Heroic Spirit is something that comes after being bound to the "Berserker System".

I have to say, his special ability is really compatible with the Berserker system.

For now, although he has returned to his original world, he has not unlocked the system, so he still possesses the power of a "heroic spirit".

"System, can we return to the world of Jujutsu ○ War?"

"Of course you can." The system reminded: "The speed of time in the two worlds is changing at any time. Please hurry up and return as soon as possible."

"I see."

Al stuffed a bunch of COS costumes into Ugly's mouth, saying, "But I still have things I need to do. At least, download the theatrical version and TV version of Jujutsu ○ War, and then buy a set of the original manga of Jujutsu ○ War. Jake on that poster looks too much like Big Boss, which is not good."

The damn Time Government actually changed the code of the transmitter and sent him back to his original world. If it weren't for the system, he wouldn't know how to go back...

Al suddenly missed Panxing Religion very much.

It's not such a cold house.

There are always a lot of people in Panxing Cult, and it is always lively and noisy. There are many cursed spirits, many believers, and many companions. They are all the family members they have collected. A group of people who are homeless or don't want to go home gather together to become a family. Everyone trusts each other, takes care of each other, and relies on each other. That is his home.

After living in the world of Jujutsu ○ War for two years, he could no longer stand this cold home.

No, there is nothing here.

In this world, there is only a distant Central Plains that can be regarded as his bond. He lives alone and numbly in this cold apartment, without family to spend time with day and night, and without friends to accompany him.

There was nothing here that could fill the void in his heart. The figurine friends that had comforted him for countless days and nights had become meaningless. His yearning and fantasy for the Berserker could not bring him even a shred of happiness.

All he needs is his family.

Al clearly realized that what he loved most was no longer his Berserker, but his own family.

He...must return to the Panxing Sect.

It was not for the mission, nor for the wish that would come true after completing the mission. He just wanted his family like crazy.

After experiencing the warmth of his family, he would never...never live the lonely life he had before.

Al ransacked his house and went to the nearest bookstore to buy the complete set of "Jujutsu ○ War" comics. Unfortunately, "Jujutsu ○ War" is an ongoing comic and it is said that the plot has reached its climax, but the ending is still unknown. At the recommendation of the store clerk, he also took away 0 volumes of the single book.

After buying the comic book, Al found an internet cafe and downloaded the first season of "Jujutsu ○ War". There was no news about the production of the damn second season, but since he had the comic book, he didn't really need the second season.

Finally, Al went to the cinema, bought a movie ticket, and watched the 0th volume of the movie "Jujutsu ○ War" with Ugly.

System: “…”

No, I told you the situation is urgent.

Al said there was no other way, not watching secretly filmed movies was the last bottom line for otakus, so either not watching them or supporting the genuine version.

System: “…”

Okay.

Nakahara Chuuya felt a strong gaze in his sleep. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the original Al with black hair and black eyes standing at the head of his bed.

Nakahara Chuuya: “…”

"Chuya."

Al fished a red pen from his pocket.

"I'm leaving, and before I leave, I want to give you a gift."

Nakahara Chuuya felt a little confused: "What gift?"

Al said: "Hand."

Nakahara Chuuya stretched out his hand in a daze.

He saw Al open the cap of the red pen and draw a red badge symbolizing "friendship" on the back of his hand.

“…”

He endured it again and again, but still couldn't help but complain: "Why is it friendship?"

Al asked him, "Don't you like Ah He?"

Nakahara Chuuya spoke frankly: "Ah, I don't like guys with twisted personalities."

“Puff.”

Al couldn't help laughing.

"I drew this for you because Chuuya is my first friend."

“…”

Nakahara Chuuya's expression gradually became serious: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm going to go find my family."

"family?"

"Well, Chuuya, I have my own family now, and they are all very good people. Although I am reluctant to leave Chuuya, I have to go back to them. Of course, I will come back to see you in the future."

Al said quickly, "Take good care of yourself, don't be too reckless, and don't be too loyal."

Nakahara Chuuya: “…”

He had a feeling that Al was serious and that... this kid he had rescued from the car accident was going somewhere very far away.

After a while, he smiled and said, "Really? A very good family... Congratulations. Don't be lonely anymore, kid."

"...Yes." Al said seriously: "Thank you for taking care of me over the years, Chuuya."

Faintly, Al heard a familiar call.

It's Geto Summer Oil.

It was Geto Suguru who was calling him with the Berserker summoning spell.

"Goodbye! Chuuya!"

"Goodbye, ■■■."