Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

As time begins to move forward—

In the space-time gap that no one can observe, there are two teenagers in human form.

no doubt.The only one who can do this is the one who has signed a contract with the government of time and is the only body in the world, the Sword Fusangshin.

Like last time, the two swords have no anchor in this world.

"...Yakuken, Brother!!——Hmm?!"

In the razor-like hurricane, the five tigers retreated from the pain and curled up their shoulders, their upper body involuntarily leaning back.A bloody arrow spewed out from the shoulder cut by the wind blade, and was swept away by the turbulence in an instant, and disappeared in nowhere.

No one knows the danger of space-time turbulence, and the swords did not know this before the last time.

But under the circumstances that there is neither the compass of the Government of Time nor the anchor point related to the sword in this world, the two daggers are forced to understand this truth:

If you don't grab a "fate line" and land in this world, if you are attacked indiscriminately by the turbulent flow of time and space until you are broken...

Nor is it impossible.

but,

but……

Across the irregular hurricane, the two daggers looked at each other.

Hidden in the depths of the pupils of the two pairs of gentle or timid eyes, is the sharp knife light of the Fusangshen who peeled off the human shell and belonged to cold weapons.

They didn't know what happened before, when they confronted each other with different goals, only the two short knives were the one that was eliminated.

The only one who understands is——

"It has failed".

such a fact.

How does this make the sword reconciled?

No matter how immature, good at getting along with people, or cowardly they look on the outside, in essence, they are weapons that have been brandished on the battlefield for hundreds of years and stained with the blood of countless enemies!

With just one glance, the two short knives of the Toshiro family can understand the thoughts in the hearts of their brothers.

"..." Yaken Toshiro opened his mouth.He had no intention of persuading the five tigers to give up, but smiled in relief.

After a second pause,

"Are you ready? Back off!"

Yaoyan asked sharply.

"Yes! Let's start now, brother Yaoyan!"

Five Tigers retreated to hold the scabbard tightly, and answered loudly.

Sleeping under the appearance of getting along with human beings in daily life, sleeping in the silence of endless waiting, sleeping deep in the blood of humanoids, the fierceness that belongs to cold weapons is boiling up!

"Pierce through with the handle!!!"

"Yes, let's do it hard——!"

Yao Yan and Wuhu Tui shouted at the same time.

Two sword lights flashed!Fast as thunder, fast as lightning.

The sword endowed with the characteristic of "crossing time and space" literally cut off the hurricane that swept in front of it.

"Uh...ha...!"

The short knife clenched his teeth, but even so, a painful gasp still leaked from the gap between his teeth.

'click'.

From somewhere, there was the sound of objects breaking.

No one flinched.The pain further stimulated the fierceness of the sword, Yaken crossed the hilt of the sword, stepped slightly sideways to block his brother behind, took a breath, and said in a deep voice, "It's not this.... Back off!"

"Yes!"

Wu Hutui also gritted his teeth, an inhuman metallic texture gradually emerged from his always timid golden pupils.

next second,

"It's not over yet!"

"Pierce you!!"

The light of the knife flashed immediately.

"Uuuhhhhhhhhhh!"

'click'.

The crackling sound continued to be heard.

"it's not finished yet!!"

"Eat me, one hit!"

The continuous stabbing light of the knife illuminated this space-time gap that no one could intervene for a very short time.

wrong.wrong.That's not it.

No no.nowhere.

The short knife attacked the hurricane in front of him - the turbulent flow of time and space.They have indeed done it, which is something that only Touken Fusangshen can do, but the swords that do not belong to any time and space also expose their own bodies while attacking: this is basically the method of hitting a stone with an egg.

'click',

'click',

'click'.

There was a constant crackling sound.

"...uh... found, found..."

The five tigers took a few breaths in embarrassment, and said to his brother, "I found it, Brother Yaoyan..."

White-haired Jintong's dagger was already unsteady, he swayed and straightened his back forcibly.

Next to him, Bai Hu lowered his head to support part of Wu Hutui's weight.Blood flowed from the forehead and covered the tiger's eyes, causing the white tiger who was accompanied by the sword to shake his head slightly.Half of this blood is from the tiger, and half from the sword itself.

And hearing this sentence, Yao Yan immediately turned around.

The dagger with black hair and purple pupils doesn't look very good either. The western-style military uniform was torn from top to bottom as if it had been cut open by the enemy, revealing the scarred skin underneath, and fresh blood flowed down. Wet clothes.

If any experienced god judge is here, he must be able to tell at a glance:

This is the state of "slander" by the swords.

"……finally."

Yaken didn't say anything, nor did he smile as usual.

For the first time, this dagger who was good at taking care of others lost all expression on his face.He seemed to be trying to make an expression but failed, or—to put it bluntly—as if his humanoid body was gradually fading away, leaving only the cold, sharp nature of the sword.

"It's a bit...too bad," Yaoken murmured in a low voice, "The general... was not interested in swords at first, but now, lost this appearance... If..."

When Wu Hutui heard this sentence, the remaining emotions in his heart almost made him cry.

However, in those strange golden pupils, not a single tear could gather.

"Yes... ah," Wu Hutui couldn't make an expression, and said with a faint sadness overflowing from his body, "As long as I think about it, I will be... hated by the master..."

For the sword, this is such a hopeless thing.

but.

"No, sorry."

"Compared to Master..."

Injured, broken, dehumanized, dehumanized.

These are small prices.

Yao Yan and Wu Hutui looked at each other, confirmed their unshakable will from the depths of each other's bimetallic pupils, and nodded slightly.

next second,

The two short knives jumped straight into the turbulent flow of time and space in front of them!

"—————————!!!"

It is difficult to describe in words, a massive amount of time nodes poured into the brain! !

Dahua Kaixin, Heian Period, Genpei Battle, Warring States Three Heroes, Honnoji Change, Edo Period, Black Ship Arrival, Meiji Restoration, World War of Supernatural Powers——has it!

How difficult it is to find the figure of a person from the vast river of time.

However, from a long time ago, in the timeline that no longer exists, didn't you already swear, "I will be your sword"?

For that purpose, no matter what the price is.

Even if this body is completely broken, it doesn't matter.

'click',

'click',

'click'.

There was a constant crackling sound.

"...Cough,...ha...!"

I see, master.

I see, your "fate line".

Faint, faded, inconspicuous, small silk threads.

Extending from many people's hands, it is attached to Dazai's little finger.But this person patiently and gently untied them one by one.

...In the end, the only one you were willing to tie was the sling around your neck.

This is not acceptable.That's not okay.

Dagger quietly looked at Dazai, at the man at the other end of time.

I saw how Dazai learned about Token Fusangshen, and had close contact with them a few streets away. ...It turned out that they passed by in such a close distance.

The daggers also saw how Dazai dealt with the people from the "Pure White Room".Death and martyrdom, retention and poison. ...a double dose of poison.

The daggers looked at Osamu Dazai.What they are looking at is finally no longer an unfathomable person in power, a superior who plays with the government of the time and the gods in his palm, an indestructible and unfathomable leader of the port mafia.Stripped of his shell, the man just cast a languid glance at the world...he finally fell asleep.

Then, time flows forward again.

Swordsmen are familiar with this feeling.

After all, the only one who has the experience of "resetting the world timeline" is Token Fusangshin.

With the help of this experience, we forcefully break through the turbulence of time and space, and confirm the cause and effect of events from the previous timeline.

The only one who can do this is Sword Fusangshen.

...But, is this enough?

Inorganic eyes reflect a new timeline.

Osamu Dazai was still sitting on the dark throne.He has both the majesty of a king and the cruelty of a devil.He dispatched his subordinates, secretaries, and armed subordinates. All the people coming and going were under his control, but he went alone to an appointment with a known ending.When Dazai went to the appointment, he took off his perfect outer shell, revealing his unarmed inner. ... He did it on purpose, to get a "goodbye" that he no longer misses.

Is this enough?

Is that... enough, Dazai?

'click'.

Instead of tears that could not flow, blood rolled down the forehead and wet the eyes.

"...I'm really sorry, General."

Yaoken said quietly.

"We are... the last of eight million gods..."

The five tigers retreated almost silently, and picked up another sentence that the brother hadn't finished speaking.

"Besides, I only know how to kill..." Dagger said quietly.

"If you can, pray for blessings."

If you can, if you pray——

I will definitely bless you, Dazai.

It's so unfair...how could this be.How could this be, how could this be, how could this be? ? !

Talking nonsense about "already happy"——isn't this a big lie? ! ! !

True happiness is not just "making others happy"! ! !

"..."

The daggers tacitly let go of their grip on the handle.They cherished their own sword for the last time, stroked the broken blade inch by inch to the body, and finally put the sword back into its sheath.

The two short knives that had been seriously injured stood in the space-time gap.

They gave up looking for the anchor point of the landing world, and only closed their eyes quietly and reverently.

Since, gods are real.

So--

Listen a little bit, God's wish!

Please.please.Any god who can pray is good!

Just let that "fate line" that never really existed.

Let the "edge" that is almost disappearing completely.

Fasten it again——————! ! !

Just then the daggers heard:

"Yakuken Fujishiro, five tigers retreat. Come to me."

A voice calling their names.