Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

The leader Dazai naturally didn't know the real-time feedback of the barrage.

Also ignorant of the chain reaction he created.

——However, even if you know it.

This leader, who is already bored with this world, probably won't have any emotional fluctuations.

He looked extremely bored, as if he had given up on the toys in his hands, and was no longer interested in things he knew well.

Dazai gently waved Sawada Tsunayoshi away from the hand that was still supporting him, and stood up straight by himself.

With a cold gaze, he looked at the police department who had escorted the same kind away and was now walking towards the two of them.

On the other side, with a business-like attitude, he smiled and adjusted the electronic glasses on his face.

Not knowing if it has been adjusted to a certain mode, the police department asked gently:

"Both, why aren't you wearing glasses?"

Just when Tsunayoshi Sawada's eyes drifted subconsciously, and he tried to suppress the expression on his face, the opposite party seemed to detect something through his own electronic screen, and nodded while talking to himself.

"Excuse me, are the two master conjurers?"

The leader Dazai was tired and did not answer.

After Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his mouth and said "ah", he quickly took up the topic.

It can be seen how successful Reborn's life-and-death teaching model is. When the 16-year-old boy subconsciously put on a smile belonging to Peng Gelie's new leader, the feeling of the ordinary boy next door in Bingsheng Town immediately faded away.

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled and answered the question with a question, and cleverly answered the question that he didn't know how to answer at all:

"Why do you say that?"

Apparently, through some channel, they got the approval of the opposite police department.

Behind that friendly smile, the police department replied respectfully:

"It can be seen that the gentleman in front of him does not have any fluctuations in spell power. Except for the extremely rare Lord 'Heaven and Curse', only the master magicians can do this. "

And ordinary human beings always have some weak, more or less mantra flowing out, so mantra spirits can be born from those negative emotions.

"As for your words..." The police department pondered for a moment, "The screen can't recognize the energy fluctuations on your body for the time being, is it also a kind of magic power?"

Watched by that searching gaze, Sawada Tsunayoshi judged the current situation, and felt that if Reborn knew that he was taken to the police station in another world... As the new leader of Vongola...

That's definitely a dead body, right? ! ? !

Under the warning of the super-intuitive sense that the hairs on the back were about to stand on end (for some reason, it was especially strong), Sawada Tsunayoshi took a shallow breath, and ignited the fire of death in the street.

The police officer immediately nodded with an increasingly respectful attitude, and used his fingers to operate the electronic screen once or twice.

"I've recorded your new wave of mana," he said with a smile.

"In this way, even if the two of you don't wear electronic glasses, you won't be detained. After all, everyone knows that magicians don't need to pass through the screen like ordinary people to see the magic spirit, haha. "

In that friendly laughter, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt more and more creepy.

Even though it was really the first time he heard this sentence, he couldn't help but nodded calmly.

But the police department did not let them go, but turned to Osamu Dazai.

"Then, what is the reason for the Master Conjurer to shoot in the street? If you fail to give a suitable reason, I'm afraid you will violate Article 20 of the new law No. [-]—"

"Enough. Stop here."

Someone stood across the street and spoke slowly.

"In my name—"

"I allow it."

As if startled by the voice, the police immediately turned their heads and bowed respectfully in response: "Yes, Lord Wutiao!"

It was none other than Gojo Satoru in luxurious dress.

At this time, he walked over unhurriedly, using that seemingly leisurely pace to cover up his still unsteady footsteps.

The man waved his hand casually, telling everyone else to back off.

From childhood to adulthood, Gojo Satoru never hid his "six eyes" in front of his teacher.

Now that he had taken off the pitch-black blindfold, he naturally never wore it again.

In the beginning, it was because Osamu Dazai was looking at him, he was looking at the carrier of the 'Five Joys', not the 'Six Eyes'.

Gojo Satoru enjoys the gaze that inadvertently affirms his existence.

Later, when he went out with the teacher for a short time, he actually realized that everything in this world carries its own intelligence.

As long as he opened the 'six eyes' and looked outside, those annoying information would be forcefully poured into his brain without interruption.

Only by the teacher's side can he steal a moment of peace.

——It was only later that Gojo Satoru realized that it was because of Osamu Dazai's absolute, ultimate, and ineffective ability to transform aliens, "disqualification in the world".

Now, in this world where there are almost no magic spirits, Gojo Satoru can go anywhere without even covering his 'six eyes'.

This, but the clean sky specially reshaped by his teacher.

In the process of shaping the new world, Wujo Satoru did not deliberately destroy anything.

He just widened his unique 'six eyes' and recorded everything humans did.

As the head of the Gojo family, Gojo Satoru participated in every meeting between the magic world and ordinary society that was announced to all human beings.

In those fierce collisions, he saw what his teacher wanted him to see.

The innocence of human nature.

Tenderness after hesitation.

unchanging righteousness.

Good compromise.

So Gojo Satoru didn't move.He tightly grasped the light handed to him by the teacher, obediently waiting for the reunion ten years later.

but--

Even the devil, after waiting for 400 years, would choose to kill the person who came to open the seal instead of granting that person's wish.

And he, Wujo Wu.

He's just an ordinary human being.

He has conceded defeat.

Standing in this extremely beautiful and free new world, the white-haired and blue-eyed man stood quietly, lowering his proudly raised head little by little.

(Teacher. You put everything luscious)

(Let other people send it to me)

(but you)

(Where did you go again?)

This question remained unanswered during the first day, week, month, and year he waited.

And when Gojo Satoru finally couldn't bear it anymore, thinking of blowing up the world and starting over——

He actually saw that figure in the camera monitoring the birth of the curse spirit (with his own selfish intentions).

The rolling pain was like a thorn being pulled out from the bottom of my heart.

Even the skin and bones, it almost makes people vomit blood.

But Gojo Satoru laughed.

He let go of his negative emotions, thinking that if the strongest curse in the magic world could become a reality, would it be possible to swallow the entire world in one go?

(teacher)

(teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher)

(I want to use the most twisted emotions)

(Go curse you—————!!)

Gojo Satoru almost laughed miserably.

Physical pain is nothing.

How can it compare to the lessons his teacher taught him personally, one lesson after another.

Gojo Satoru is standing here at this moment, in front of his gentle but cruel teacher, he can still smile without changing his face, swallowing the blood that hurts his heart.

"Teacher, how do you feel about this new world?"

Gojo Satoru walked up to Dazai, looking at Dazai with a smile from a new perspective with his head slightly lowered.

Osamu Dazai quietly penetrated his body with his eyes that see through everything.

But he calmly replied:

"This world is not yet complete."

The man who controlled everything cast his eyes on Sawada Tsunayoshi and smiled slightly.

"I've done everything I have to do."

The leader Dazai said.

"Next, how to 'destroy' this immature world depends on your choice, Sawada-kun."

On that pale face, there was a relaxed smile as if he had glimpsed a certain future:

"My suggestion is: go to the High School of Conjuration."

The leader Dazai smiled lightly.

"—There, there is the companion you need."

Dazai didn't wait for Sawada Tsunayoshi's answer, he just turned his head back, raised his head slightly, and stared at his student.

"You know what I want, Wu-jun."

There was no wavering in that quiet voice.

"Present your terms."

Gojo Gojo laughed too, and tasted a little bit of bitterness in his mouth with the root of his tongue.

"Then. Let's put down the 'shackles', teacher."

Wujo said.

"On the condition of 'giving Osamu Dazai the invalidation tool', 'Let Osamu Dazai stay with me forever'."

After saying these words, Gojo Satoru didn't hear the soft sound of the 'shackle' being established.

A sense of traction without any agreement was established, rising from his chest.

Gojo Satoru immediately understood: it was on the balance of 'shackles', and the weights on the left and right ends were not equal in weight.

The taste that is bitter enough to make people cry, almost rushes to the tip of the tongue.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and smiled, and began to cut weights.

"'Osamu Dazai don't leave this world'."

(invalid)

"'Dazai Osamu don't leave Gojo Satoru'."

(invalid)

"'Dazai Osamu don't leave the Gojo house'."

(invalid)

“……………………”

Silent for a long time.

Even though he was standing on the bustling commercial street, Gojo Satoru couldn't even hear a single sound.

Dazai still stood silently in front of him.

That gaze finally faded away from the cold rationality, and a tenderness that made him miss and hate him so much emerged.

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth tremblingly, almost feeling his voice pass through his throat like a thorn, hoarse and leaking wind.

"On the condition of 'giving Osamu Dazai the nullification tool'."

"exchange--"

"'When I was in this world, Osamu Dazai was always by my side'."

He heard himself say it.

At the same time, there was a soft "click", and the bondage was established.

The leader, Dazai, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Okay."

Take a step forward, to pull across his palm coated with paralytic neurotoxin.

Gojo Satoru shrank his fingers subconsciously, and Dazai gave him a slightly reproachful look.

"This is how bad things happen: take care, Mr. Wu, you should treat the task object who is resistant to drugs like this—"

Dazai pulled up that hand and directly covered his entire mouth and nose with his palm.

Take a deep breath.

one,

two,

three,

After waiting for a while, Gojo Satoru finally received an unconscious teacher in his arms.

Only then did he feel pain all over his body.

The intense bitterness almost made him vomit.

Gojo Satoru slowly knelt down on the street.

His fingers were so soft that he had no strength to hold onto the teacher's clothes with his nails.

He didn't let go.

No matter when, Gojo Satoru never learns to let go.

But the truth is so cruel.

It turned out that his teacher.

It's always limited in time.

"……I hate you."

Gojo Satoru whispered.

And on the face of the leader Dazai who had already passed out.

With a little gratified smile.