Chapter 179: When the original character travels back in time

After the cannibalism incident was over, Nakajima Atsushi, who hadn't had a good rest for several days, was finally able to return to the dormitory and have a good sleep. But when he opened his eyes on time according to his biological clock the next morning, he was greeted by a completely unfamiliar environment.

Driven by sleepiness, Nakajima Atsushi thought dully that he was probably dreaming, and slowly closed his eyes.

A minute later, Nakajima Atsushi, who was becoming more and more awake, suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that the surroundings were still the unfamiliar environment he had just seen, not the dormitory where he had stayed before falling asleep.

Nakajima Atsushi, who had grown into a qualified agent, did not say a word to avoid unnecessary trouble. He got up from the bed quietly.

While moving, Nakajima Atsushi felt uncomfortable with the cool and smooth touch of the clothes. He looked down and was surprised to find that his pajamas had been changed at some point.

Nakajima Atsushi's alertness instantly reached the maximum. Someone had brought him here while he was sleeping and even changed his clothes. Although he also thought this was incredible, there were various signs that someone really did this.

Wait, where is Kyouka who lives in the same dormitory with him? Nakajima Atsushi tensed up instantly and began to search the whole room anxiously, trying to find Kyouka.

When passing by the dressing mirror, Nakajima Atsushi's body stiffened at the scene he caught out of the corner of his eye. Something was wrong...something was wrong.

Nakajima Atsushi took two steps back stiffly, staring at himself in the mirror. He was too young. This was not how he should look now. The himself in the mirror was only 16 years old at most, or maybe only 15. He couldn't remember clearly.

Finally realizing the seriousness of the problem, Nakajima Atsushi unbuttoned his clothes, lowered his head and carefully examined his body, touching all over his skin bit by bit, as if confirming something.

After a long while, Nakajima Atsushi put his clothes back on, his face full of disbelief, and he muttered like a tongue twister, "This is not my body."

Unlike his body that was covered with old scars, this body had very few scars, and the few that were there were very light. The skin was smooth and delicate, as if it had been well taken care of. It even had some baby fat on its face, which an orphan like him, who could starve to death on the street at any time, could not even dream of.

If this really was his body, and it was just a time travel due to his special ability, its physical condition would definitely not be this good.

Nakajima Atsushi looked down at his ten fingers with mixed feelings. The thick coils that had formed from years of hard work were gone, leaving only the familiar gun coils that made one think carefully and fearfully.

"Huh..." Nakajima Atsushi let out a breath slowly and planned to explore the room again. However, his purpose was no longer to find Izumi Kyoka who might be in danger, but to obtain more information so as not to expose the truth that he was not himself in front of other people in this world.

Yes, Nakajima Atsushi has realized that he is on a wonderful journey. Like the protagonist of the novel that Lucy loves to read, he may have traveled through time.

The strategy of obtaining intelligence as quickly as possible to prevent being exposed was correct, but unfortunately, a sudden knock on the door interrupted Nakajima Atsushi's journey of exploration.

"Dun, come out and have breakfast quickly. Why are you so slow today?" A sweet loli voice urged loudly outside the door, while knocking on the door loudly.

Nakajima Atsushi, who was very sensitive to other people's emotions, could hear that the person suspected to be his sister in this body seemed a little impatient. In order not to arouse suspicion from the people outside the door, he ignored the flash of inspiration in his mind and opened the door as if nothing had happened.

But when Nakajima Atsushi looked up and saw who it was, all the courage he had mustered up with great difficulty disappeared like a punctured balloon, and his answer became halting: "I'm... I'm coming."

Nakajima Atsushi screamed silently in his heart: Help! The "sister" he thought was actually the little devil Yumeno Hisasaku! How is it possible? Is this world crazy? How can he coexist peacefully with Yumeno Hisasaku?

Countless question marks drowned Nakajima Atsushi, and Yumeno Hisasaku just glanced at his brother who looked particularly silly today, pouted his lips in disdain, dragged him to the restaurant, and muttered arrogantly: "If Douma-sama hadn't insisted that I come to call you, I wouldn't bother with you."

Although he didn't know who the Douma-sama that Yumeno Hisasaku was talking about was, this didn't stop Nakajima Atsushi from continuing the conversation: "Sorry to trouble you."

When he heard Nakajima Atsushi apologize to him in a distant tone, Yumeno Hisasaku's fair face immediately turned red. He puffed up his cheeks unhappily and strode forward without even looking at his ignorant brother: "Hmph!"

Although he apologized very politely, Hisasaku Yumeno's reaction was to express his dissatisfaction very loudly. Nakajima Atsushi, who was suddenly ignored, blinked thoughtfully and realized that "he" seemed to have a good relationship with Hisasaku Yumeno.

It's so strange, in his original world, if Mr. Dazai hadn't appeared in time, he might have accidentally killed his companion because of the little devil Yumeno Hisasaku, but in this world, their relationship is so close.

Nakajima Atsushi tried hard to suppress the discomfort in his heart, relaxed his body, and followed the force pulling on his wrist to the restaurant. Unlike "his" low-key and luxurious bedroom, the magnificent decoration style around him made him feel quite cramped. Everything in front of him was too much for Nakajima Atsushi who had always lived a simple life.

Fortunately, Nakajima Atsushi has seen a lot of things in the Armed Detective Agency, so he can maintain his superficial calm. But his mood has become much more complicated. He feels relieved, fortunate, and a little sad. He seems to be very happy in this world, which is great.

This fleeting thought left a faint trace in Nakajima Atsushi's heart, and he no longer felt it was particularly difficult to face Yumeno Hisasaku, who should have been considered an enemy.

When we entered the restaurant, we saw only three sets of tableware on the long white European table.

Seeing this, Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was not difficult to choose one of the three. First of all, excluding the main seat at the top, that must be the seat of Lord Douma mentioned by Yumeno Hisasaku. For the remaining two seats, he just had to walk slower.

Just as Nakajima Atsushi thought, while he deliberately fell behind by a step, Hisasaku Yumeno jumped and sat on the chair on the right. He walked to the opposite side, and Hisasaku Yumeno did not give him any strange look.

After a while, Nakajima Atsushi keenly caught the sound of extremely light footsteps gradually approaching them. He swallowed nervously, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the restaurant, wondering in his heart who that Douma-sama was, what he looked like, and what was the purpose of adopting 'him' and Yumeno Hisasaku.

The random thoughts that filled his head came to an abrupt end the moment Nakajima Atsushi saw Douma's true face.

He was a young man with long oak-white hair, much younger than he had imagined. He was tall and handsome, with pupils of a dreamy rainbow gradient color and a gentle smile on his lips. He was the type that was easy to like.

However, the next second, Nakajima Atsushi, who made this judgment, overturned his previous conclusion, because the moment his eyes met, he had an illusion as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The goosebumps all over his body reminded him that the person in front of him was not simple.

Douma seemed to have noticed something. He stopped beside Nakajima Atsushi and asked softly, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that suddenly?"

Nakajima Atsushi was startled when he heard this, and then he realized that there was something wrong with his eyes. He yawned, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, and explained vaguely: "I'm sorry, Master Douma, I'm a little sleepy."

It was a perfunctory answer, but Douma did not pursue the matter further. He just took a deep look at Nakajima Atsushi's furry head and walked to his seat.

Nakajima Atsushi's stomach was heavy after breakfast. He kept glancing at Douma sitting above him, fearing that he would see that he was not himself but a strange guy who appeared out of nowhere.

Maybe Nakajima Atsushi thought he was peeping secretly, but to Douma, whose senses were far superior to those of humans, Nakajima Atsushi's constant gaze on him couldn't be more obvious.

But every time Douma raised his eyes and tried to respond, Nakajima Atsushi would avoid his sight like a frightened bird. After a few times, the worried head of the family decided to take the initiative to solve the problem for his kid.

So, Douma tentatively asked, "Atsushi-kun, you will become a high school student starting today. Will you feel uncomfortable? Last night, I asked Ryunosuke to come over this morning. It's on his way, so he will accompany you to register at school."

"???" Nakajima Atsushi's eyes widened in fear. Ryunosuke? Was it what he thought? Could it be that Akutagawa guy? And what did "on the way" mean? As for such a small matter as going to school, it seemed insignificant under so many shocking questions.

Perhaps it was his natural instinct that helped him grasp the point (bushi), and he mustered up the courage to repeat in confusion, "Just on the way?"

"Yes, didn't you know? Ryunosuke is in the same school as you, and he is a senior this year." Douma raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes as he looked at Nakajima Atsushi.

Yumeno Hisasaku, who had been eating quietly, also put down his chopsticks and tilted his head to look at the somewhat strange Nakajima Atsushi.

Nakajima Atsushi immediately realized that he had just said the wrong thing, and his nervous breathing became rapid.

For a moment, the restaurant was eerily quiet, until Douma stood up and broke the ominous silence.

"Don't move." Douma walked behind Nakajima Atsushi and put his hands on his shoulders without question, suppressing any possible resistance. Then he slowly put his nose to the side of Nakajima Atsushi's neck and sniffed carefully.

Yuusaku was there as a nuisance, and if he didn't get closer, even he would confuse the two of them.

For the super-evolved Douma, if he wants to tell who the person in front of him is and whether he has been blessed with other people's supernatural powers, he can get the accurate answer by smelling him. The result is very gratifying. There is nothing wrong with his own child and he is an authentic product.

Nakajima Atsushi, who didn't know that Tong Mo had stamped him with a security check, couldn't stop trembling. Fear was only part of the reason why he was shaking like this, and the greater part was because of the terrifying aura that Tong Mo had exerted on him. He couldn't even move his fingers now.

“Sorry, sorry, I thought someone had done something to you.” Douma immediately put away the scary side he had just revealed and returned to his gentle and reliable parent persona. While speaking in comfort, he rubbed Nakajima Atsushi’s head as a soothing gesture.

Things like patting the head to kill are very effective special attack properties against children who lack love, and this time is no exception.

Nakajima Atsushi, who was trembling with fear not long ago, couldn't help but blush on his pale cheeks after feeling the warm big hand on his head. He looked a lot healthier, which made Douma rub the furry head under his hands a few more times.

"I want one too, I want one too!" Yumeno Hisasaku put down the chopsticks in his hand and ran to the other side like a flash. Relying on his small stature and soft body, he squeezed in between the two of them and took the initiative to grab Douma's hand and put it on the top of his head.

Nakajima Atsushi, who was so shy that he almost exploded, looked at Yumeno Hisasaku with gratitude, who had come to save him at the cost of his own life. The last bit of grudge in his heart disappeared, and he thought to himself: From now on, you are my half-brother. (bushi)

The warm parent-child time ended with the arrival of visitors.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was wearing a school uniform and greeting people in a proper manner, almost scared Nakajima Atsushi's eyes out of their sockets, and the sense of identity he had just felt towards this world was shattered.

Help! This is Akutagawa. Nakajima Atsushi's expression gradually became like the famous painting "Scream".