Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

—He fell into a white snowdrift.

The heavy snow that was rolling in and out stopped at some point.

However, the white snow of this Honmaru has never melted.

Dazai sighed contentedly.

The pleasure brought by the fall made the man's pale face appear a faint blush.

Although it was only a moment of happiness, it made him look forward to it more, more, more.

(Ahh.)

(This is really... a rare good mood in four years.)

So he indulged himself.

He was stuck in the snowdrift, unwilling to get up.

The biting coldness gradually seeped into the pitch-black coat that symbolized the noble status and status.

It is obviously a high-end product that is expensive and difficult to buy, but Osamu Dazai doesn't care at all.

He just savored carefully, the slight trace of warmth after the coldness was frozen into the bone marrow.

(It's nostalgic.)

(After being extremely cold, even the cold becomes enjoyment. ——That’s the thing.)

Gradually, the voices of swordsmen running and shouting anxiously looking for the trace of the god-inspector gradually sounded in this pill.

(Don't want to get up.)

(do not want to talk.)

(Don't want to think.)

(Speaking of... when was the last time I lost consciousness?)

A faint smile appeared on the man's lips, and he was lazily silent.

(If only I could sleep like this forever.)

(How happy it is to die in the vast snow.)

(This is my truth.)

For a long time, exhausted, exhausted, sleepless and tired, desperately grabbed Dazai's hands and feet, dragging him down, down, down, and into the abyss.

(Really tired. Really, really... very tired.)

(As head of the port mafia, upholding that giant lie.)

(Alone, I have worked very hard, very hard, and I have come a long, long way......)

His breathing became shallower, and his face turned blue-white from hypothermia.

(———alive, or something...)

"……general!"

"Master!!"

"Owner--!"

(…………)

Ok.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes again, and with cold eyes, he repelled a group of Tokenfusangshin who surrounded him in panic.

He sat up straight as if nothing had happened, and breathed into the palm of his hand.

pity.The temperature inside his body wasn't too high either.

"Is everyone in Honmaru here?"

The man's voice was a little hoarse.But that inhuman high-handed attitude forced the swordsmen to bow their heads.

"Yes……"

They suppressed themselves and answered meekly.

Osamu Dazai nodded and stood up with his hands on the ground.

He casually patted the snow on the hem of his clothes and trouser legs, and ignored the rest.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he looked up at the sky, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.

The dark and opaque sky that was once like a rainstorm has turned into a night that is as clear as a deep sapphire.

Immediately afterwards, dazzling fireworks bloomed one after another.

The swords couldn't help being stunned.They stared blankly at this gentle scene that they hadn't seen in person for a long time.

Wu Hutui's heart was beating fast.He hugged the tiger tightly, staring at Dazai with perfect eyes, even though the tears dripping down his cheeks wet his collar and blurred his vision, he dared not blink as if he was afraid that the image would disappear.

[The barrage has gone crazy just now, and it is only now slowing down.

"I——Forget it, I almost fainted."

"I've been crying for a while now, I can't think of that word now. I can't even mention it."

"I really, I really, I..."

"Forget it, forget it, change the subject quickly. Why did Tui Tui suddenly cry? Hmm? Why did Dazai suddenly set off fireworks?"

"...Wait, I thought of it. Does anyone remember what Tui Tui said when he first came to this Honmaru..."

"Depend on……"

"Damn. I also..."

"Just because I retreated and said I want to watch the fireworks with everyone again..."

"At that time, the leader Zai kept his face, did he remember it?"

"Why can't you use this gentleness on yourself——!"

"Only to yourself, don't be so cruel!!"

The barrage is crazy again. 】

"Listen to me again and tell a story."

Under the silent snow scene and fireworks, Dazai didn't look at anyone, but stared at the night sky quietly.

He told the deepest secrets with a voice that had already made everything clear.

"The three scattered pills are actually different."

"Kaomen-kun's Honmaru is your normal posture."

"The wandering Honmaru in Chuya represents the 'hope' that never gives up in adversity."

"And you bear the negative emotions from different judges and from your companions. Therefore, you have the memory of being tortured and killing the judges in your mind."

"On the side of the god judge, due to the inferiority of human beings, they have already fabricated countless "dark fall Honmaru" settings. That's why they can recognize you at a glance."

"As for me. My supernatural ability is special and nullified. Because of this space-time rule that includes all kinds of god judges, the role of god judges works on you. Blood is also good , hands-on, and finally let you return to your original essence."

"How about it."

Dazai asked quietly.

"So far. Is there anything wrong?"

"..."

"..."

"Then. This is the last step."

Dazai stepped forward.

The direction he was headed, needless to say, was the prismatic crystal of this Honmaru.

That is, one of only three crystals left.

Just a light touch by those pale hands, presumably, everything will disappear.

Be it this Honmaru or the whole world.

Whether it's those painful memories, or this distorted but strong feeling that blooms like a short-lived epiphyllum.

The man's footsteps were forced to stop.

"………………what is this."

Dazai asked the question in a dry tone that could not hear the emotion.

The golden chain extending from the void tightly clasped the man's throat, hands, and ankles.

Dazai was forced to raise his jaw and spread his arms to the sides.

It seemed that the buckle was too tight, he coughed a few times physiologically, frowned, and there was a little water color in the corners of his eyes.

The way the man was bound greedily by the golden chain was, needless to say, a sacrifice to the gods.

--But.

In front of Dazai, the last gods, one after another.

Deep, deep, kneel down.

"I-I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, uh..."

Little Short Knife was crying so hard that his whole body was trembling, and blood was bleeding from his lips.

"But... absolutely don't want to let you, leave..."

"We will, use the best... to support you."

"Jewelry, gold and silver, silk and satin of the world."

"Wealth...power..."

"Also, we are absolutely, impeccable, looks..."

"You, no matter how you treat us, you will never complain."

"Just, please don't...don't, just leave—"

The swords whispered.No, that was totally begging.

Dazai's attitude did not soften because of this.

"As I said just now, the feelings you have invested in me are undoubtedly the product of long-term disordered and negative emotions."

He was unmoved by the temptation at his fingertips.

"Stop acting like a baby."

This is, gentle exhortation.

It's a pity that the paranoid swordsmen still haven't noticed this tenderness at this moment.

They muddle along and make promises that even they themselves are desperate for. They shy away and dare not stretch out their hands even though the new future is right in front of them.

Dazai lowered his voice.Not only that, but the momentum on his body sank in an instant.

That is, the cold murderous intent that has manipulated the deaths of countless human beings and is accompanied by blood every day.

The swordsmen were excited by this murderous aura, and immediately raised their heads!

"In that case, as I once said."

Osamu Dazai ordered extremely coldly:

"—If you can do it, try it."

"Varied,"

"My lord, what are you talking about?"

"general……"

Obviously making a gesture of imprisonment, at this time, it was Daojian who panicked himself.

On the contrary, Osamu Dazai urged with a cold voice without any emotion:

"I let you do it."

"not very……"

"My lord, you—"

"—Do it!"

"!!!!!!"

The order from the god judge forced the sword to pay the mourning god's prayer to start.

That, that is——

"Stay. Stay with us, 'Dazai Osamu'."

A "hidden mystery" full of twisted desires.

The golden chain tightened, shrank, and entangled Dazai's body more and more, forcing out a muffled groan.

The man was forced to raise his head back and open his lips slightly——

In the next second, the chain shattered inch by inch.

"——!!!"

In that ten-thousandth of a millisecond, which is difficult for the living body to realize, it seems that some larger and more overwhelming existence has come and left.

Dazai coughed impatiently and rubbed his neck.

"Well. It's about the same as I thought."

The man thought, and nodded to himself.

And the swordsmen, who couldn't hide their spirits and seemed to have done something wrong, froze in place one after another.

When Osamu Dazai saw these blank faces, he couldn't help sighing:

"I said it was a puppy... and I want to do such a complicated thing. Huh..."

He finished complaining to himself, clapped his hands, and raised two fingers.

"Listen! I'll make a long story short."

"First, 'Destroy three prism crystals to end everything' is actually a lie. I was just vague, and I almost lied to you, but you were hooked smoothly. Ah, from this point of view, I would like to thank you you."

"The fact is: after the destruction of the Government of Time, the problem has been solved. No matter how hard you struggle, it is useless."

"Second,—"

On Dazai's face, there appeared a smile that was countless times more dangerous and terrifying than before.

He was almost talking to himself, murmuring in a low voice.

"Since even the 'God' recognized by this world can't hide from me, then I roughly understand the owner and purpose of the 'Pure White Room'."

"Draw a character, land in a hopeless world that is doomed to have no future, and make a good ending. ——Basically, that's it."

"For this purpose, of course, such a useful 'tool' like me cannot be casually trapped in one of the worlds."

"Ah. How arrogant—"

Dazai chewed the rest of the mouth shape in his throat.

"..."

"..."

The swords do not understand this.They only know that the self-righteous hidden spirit has always been seen by the god judges.

And he was about to leave.

Osamu Dazai looked down at a group of Tokenfusangshin who looked desperate.

The look of a fairy in the clouds softened a little.

"...Have you already said that? Stop being coquettish."

In that eternally languid and indifferent voice, a little bit of precious warmth emerges.

The swords stared wide-eyed.Looking at their last and best judge, the master who gave them a new future, the lover who always followed death——

Give them the joy of life.

Under the dark blue and clear night, in the pure and clean snow scene.

Osamu Dazai gave a very, very gentle smile.

"do not Cry."

he said softly.

"—Laugh. For your new life."

With broken space.

with the reversal of time.

Everything will eventually return to the best moment, towards a certain happy possibility.

With tears in their eyes, the swordsmen tried their best, smiling, smiling, and desperately raised the corners of their mouths.

Get rid of the dirt, and with the most beautiful posture, bid farewell to the man who has gradually dissipated his figure, who has carried everything and subverted everything.

"Follow—the Lord's orders."

(We will engrave this gentle memory, always, always, always, go on)

(Until the day I meet you again.)

(and yours, the possibility of happiness)

(...One day, it will eventually come, right?)

[World of Despair B2: Touken Ranbu]

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