Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

"I didn't expect that you still have such tenderness."

Gojo Satoru — the 27-year-old — leaned against the door with his arms folded, saying so.

The older man was still wearing the long uniform of the high school teacher, and he walked all the way through the shower without getting wet.

At some point, he untied the bandages wrapped around his eyes.

—— Yingying's glazed blue "six eyes" are staring over.

There is no doubt that it is Gojo Satoru.

However.On that face with fine eyebrows, there emerged a sharpness that could cut people.

That is the sharpness and pride that can only be possessed by solving countless crises.

This expression separates him from the 17-year-old young man who is still sleeping soundly beside the bed.

"........."

Dazai didn't respond to those words.

He just quietly pulled his wrist out of the student's grasp, stepped off the bed, and sat down at the table again.

Even Dazai was still wearing a full set of silver-gray home clothes and soft slippers on his feet at this time.

But the posture of leaning on the back of the chair, and the movement of gently putting his hands and fingers together, undoubtedly showed that this person has long been accustomed to the status of a superior.

An invisible gap spread out.

There was no warmth in Dazai's gaze towards teacher Gojo.

No indulgence.Not smiling.

No shallow relaxation.

--Nothing at all.

Dazai just stared at Gojo Satoru coldly, and said in a cool voice:

"Then. Let's exchange information, Gojo-kun."

"..."

Gojo Satoru slowly frowned.

It's hard to explain in words, but,

Subtle dissatisfaction began to accumulate in my mind.

(Gojo-kun)

(Wutiao-kun, Wutiao-kun, Wutiao-kun, whatever)

(wrong)

(To distinguish clearly!)

(I'm not——)

The 27-year-old man barely suppressed his bad temper, and said dryly:

"you--"

Words that shouldn't have been said.

Words that should have been buried in my heart forever.

Against the backdrop of this rainy night, this warm lighting, and this person's quiet gentleness, Gojo Satoru blurted out:

"—Has your knife wound healed yet?"

(hiss!)

(Wait?!)

Gojo Satoru almost opened his eyes wide with Dazai Osamu.

(withdraw withdraw withdraw!!!)

He strongly regretted it.

(I'm not interested in men's hard work!!!!!!)

Dazai was probably also puzzled.After all, he has nothing to do with the 27-year-old man, and Gojo Satoru is not so gentle and considerate.

Simply ignoring the words just now, Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the man in front of him with a cold and sharp gaze that could penetrate people's hearts.

"Don't bother you."

What came out of his mouth was undoubtedly unfamiliar and unfamiliar words.

(…………)

Gojo Satoru was even more upset.

(wrong,)

(But,)

(Wait,)

The smiling Yuan Tong in another memory, at this time, is as distant as the ancient ice, piercing the heart, and even the face that has endured that gaze has a phantom pain like a needle prick.

(----hateful!!!!!)

Gojo Satoru couldn't bear it any longer.

The flaming anger, wrapped in the depression that came from nowhere, made Gojo Satoru blurt out:

"I should call you 'Dazai'—"

"still,"

"—Where is 'Dazai-sensei'?"

(asshole!!!)

(Don’t use—that look—)

(Look at me?!!!)

Anger washed over the threshold of reason, but Wujo Satoru desperately held back.

He gritted his teeth, his six eyes were heavy, and he rolled over the huge waves that he didn't even realize.

And Dazai noticed.

His fingers gently rubbing his lower lip stopped, pondering, judging, and hesitating.

After only a few seconds of pause, Dazai asked softly:

"Then. Excuse me for asking, Gojo-kun."

the man said quietly.

"You shouldn't."

"Inherited another self—memory?"

【Barrage:"?!?!?!?!??!!"】

"..."

Gojo Satoru didn't speak.And this attitude is undoubtedly the default.

Dazai exhaled slightly, and supported his forehead with the palm of his right hand.

Hanging in the shadow under his palm, he forced himself to pack up his astonishment and shock.

(how so?!)

(No,)

(please——)

(calm)

(stop)

All kinds of thoughts appeared suddenly like light beams and were forcibly suppressed, Dazai only paused for a moment, then raised his head again.

Regrettably.On that pale face, Gojo Satoru was not as expected, and he also smiled slightly at him.

Dazai just sighed silently.

"A piece of advice, Mr. Wujo."

The man's voice was as unshakable as steel.

"Another memory of yourself, you'd better not, empathize with it."

Dazai explained grimly.

"after all--"

"You and I have only met three times."

"I hope you can still recall the feeling of being vigilant and trying to attack me in the 'Pure White Room'."

"what?!"

The 27-year-old man was faintly offended, with a dangerous expression on his face:

"'Empathy', if you don't want it, don't you?!"

Gojo Gojo laughed back in anger, clenching his teeth:

"It's so easy to say, is it possible that you also inherited the memory of another self?!"

The expression on Dazai Osamu's face did not fluctuate at all.

Only with ruthless—compassionate—gazes, he looked at another man who had inadvertently been "gifted" by fate.

【Barrage:

"Fuck?!! I was just about to scream for a double 5t5?!?!"

"A 40-meter machete stabbed into my chest?????"

"I rely on too much information and I am only slowing down now!"

"That means 275 also got the memory of Xiao 5?!?! The sudden explosion just now was stimulated by the eyes of the leader Zai looking at strangers?!"

"Then the indiscriminate words also stimulated the leader Zai who inherited Butei Zai's memory?!?!?!"

"Aww why do you two want to hurt each other???"

"At the same time, I harvested all the heads of the barrage, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I died so peacefully?!"

"It's too cruel!! It's too knife!!! What kind of knife are you two stabbing each other!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I think of the scene where Odasaku drew his gun at the lupin bar on the if line in the future—"

"Ahhh, don't make up the knife, I'm already dead and I can't die anymore!!!"

Wu Zhenzai: ……………

Wu Zhenzai: Hey...]

In short, the five enlightenment qi is too good.

That look of staring at people viciously, if any other curse master or intelligent curse spirit stood opposite him, he would have been terrified, dropped everything, turned around and fled.

(You never appeared in my life)

(How do you think my childhood was spent?!)

He was angry and hated and his teeth itched.

(After realizing a very different possibility -----)

(How do you make me forget about it lightly?!)

Even if that sweetness is like picking chestnuts out of the fire.

Even after the instant fireworks are extinguished, only a field of ashes is left to cool down.

at that moment,

at least for a moment,

"Wujo Satoru" is also happy, right? !

(how does this get me)

(———— Not jealous?!)

however.

All this happiness belongs to another kid who doesn't know anything.

A 27-year-old man standing here.

The "strongest" as a conjurer.

It's just a despicable "thief".

For the first time since Gojo Satoru was born, he understood this sour unwillingness.

"..."

Dazai lowered his eyelashes.

He locked all his thoughts tightly in his heart.

Close the buckle.Put on chains.

Close the seal.sink into the deep sea.

Dazai chose to change the subject again.

"Irrelevant topics are put on hold for now," the man said coldly.

"No matter what—you're going to return to your own world, right?"

Every word fell on the ground like frost.

"Gojo-kun. Don't forget your original goal."

Gojo Satoru was stung by this distant address again, stared at Dazai Osamu gloomily, and then nodded his head humbly.

While sharing his information, he did not forget to show his presence:

"Don't forget! 'Teacher Dazai'."

The man yelled like this on purpose.Put the intimate title between the lips and tongue to chew.

"—I'm still, not, finished with you."

Dazai focused his attention on analyzing the conclusions that Gojo Satoru had reached 1000 years ago, and cast only an indifferent glance at them.

"..."

"..."

"Then." Dazai said thoughtfully.

"Sure enough, it's a different time node. ... Hmm. I almost understand."

He looked up at Gojo Satoru: "Even if it's not the same world, you should know what will happen when we landed at this moment?"

Gojo Satoru still had a stern face, and let out a "hmm".

"There are a lot of changes, big and small. But if the top management still doesn't give up, it's 'that thing'."

He asked in a cold voice, "Are you still going to stay in the college?"

Dazai replied without any emotional ups and downs: "I also have things to prepare. Waiting also needs an opportunity."

"Row."

The man nodded sharply and straightened up from the door frame he was leaning against.

He seemed to be leaving, but he couldn't help turning his head, still gritted his teeth:

"Anyway, you wait for me!"

Wutiaowu speaks harshly.

"Also. If you do something evil, I can't forgive you."

The leader, Dazai, silently watched the man walk away full of anger.

(Isn't this very clear...)

(Know that I am an unforgivable villain, so don't just come here by talking to yourself)

(He still has a troubled look on his face)

(and also)

He lowered his eyes and looked at the 17-year-old student who was sleeping soundly. For some reason, he felt more and more headache.

"Wu-kun," Dazai called him coldly.

"When you wake up, go back to your room and sleep."

——The figure lying there, motionless, slowly raised its head.

Revealing a pair of crystal eyes polished by anger.

"teacher!!!!!!!"

17 years old, puberty, rebellious, just not easy to be coaxed, and Gojo Satoru is almost pissed off! !

"I'm going to kill him!!!"

Wujo Wujo was full of killing intent: "The thief who coveted the teacher in my memory without authorization!!!"

Leader Dazai: "The point is not that..."

"Why not?!" Gojo Satoru was still sitting on the ground, rubbed over twice, grabbed the teacher's hand unreasonably, and pressed it against his cheek full of anger.

"Teacher, touch me, touch me - am I sick?" He said vaguely and confusedly. "My heart is beating so fast, my whole body is hot, but my forehead is cold - I'm so angry, so angry, so angry! I'm going to kill him! Teacher, can you help me?"

Dazai was really speechless.

With a blank face, he forcibly pulled his hand out, and slapped the forehead that was getting closer and closer, pushing the sticky big cat away.

"Your, is it called 'Jealous Fire Attack'?"

Dazai said in a flat tone of denial.

(Why on earth did it become like this?!?!)

The leader Zai couldn't understand it.