The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

The moonlight lengthened the shadows, and the two black shadows leaned against each other, as if they were very close.

Haruka didn't shake off Dazai's hand, and Dazai didn't take the initiative to let go of his hand.

The wind picked up, blowing Qinghe's hair and making the bells jingle.

"It seems that this is not a solution." Qinghe felt that they should find a way to solve it.

She made a suggestion: "It's quite troublesome to keep testing, how about being more direct?"

Although gods can be willful, she is grown up now, so it is better for her to solve the problem like a responsible adult.

If I continue to let Dazai do whatever he wants, there’s no guarantee that one day he’ll really kill me.

As it happens, Haruka also had some things she didn't quite understand and wanted to ask Dazai.

"Confession?" Dazai considered.

Based on Qinghe's finishing touches, it would be unlikely for him to restore the truth based on the incomplete fragments.

No matter how reasonable it is, without evidence it is just speculation.

"Okay, but Qinghe can't use the same rhetoric you used before to brush me off."

Dazai grasped her wrist, feeling her pulse with his fingers: "You first or me?"

"Please?" Qinghe was very humble.

Instead of letting him keep struggling because of temptation, it is better to directly answer his questions and keep him at peace.

After thinking it over, Dazai spoke slowly:

"Four years ago, on the day of the final battle between Odasaku and Mimic, Mr. Mori forbad me to call on the members of the Gang Hei. But you appeared at the scene and saved Odasaku. Why?"

Disobeying the leader's orders is tantamount to betrayal. Did she reach some kind of deal with Mori Ogai?

Why on earth would she help him at all costs?

The beating that Dazai felt with his fingertips remained steady, and Haruka was still thinking.

For her, that incident was much more than the past four years.

I still remember the reasons, but I can no longer understand my thoughts and feelings at that time.

At that time, she and Dazai had clearly paved the way for Odasaku, but he still went to die.

Cause and effect are cyclical. We must learn to respect the fate of others. It is extremely stupid to act emotionally.

Logically speaking, Haruka would be happy to see those who bring about their own destruction destroyed, after all, it was Oda's own choice.

But what...

"Because at that point, you looked like you were about to cry."

Dazai had always been a very calm person, even though he could be childish at other times, but that day, he was so flustered that his coat fell off.

Tears are useless and can't change anything. Haruka knows it, and Dazai knows it too.

But even so, at that moment, Dazai still looked like he was about to cry.

There's no way around it. That kind of life and death separation plot is not suitable for a happy ending story.

So Qinghe intervened in their fate again.

Dazai felt his throat tighten as he pressed on with his next question: "Why did you return to Yokohama? What do you plan on doing by staying here?"

She was so cruel as to delete all the memories of her existence before leaving. Could there be something in Yokohama that she still misses?

Qinghe smiled helplessly: "It's just a coincidence."

At first, Tsurumaru and his friends opened a new store and invited her to cut the ribbon, and later she wanted to take Izuna out for a walk.

"I stayed because I saw someone I wanted to see."

Dazai's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he tried to use a nonchalant tone: "Oh? You just want to see me?"

"Because when I said I liked him, he didn't seem to believe it."

Qinghe changed the subject: "Tell me, why wouldn't he believe it?"

In the past, she was willing to share all the interesting things with Dazai, but he was always a little absent-minded.

"As long as we want, we can be together, right?"

Qinghe still hasn't figured out what the problem is between them that makes him always uneasy.

Although it seems too late to ask these questions now, it really makes Qinghe confused.

Dazai looked at her confused expression and slowly withdrew his hand from her wrist.

She doesn't seem to understand yet.

Those indescribable feelings made his heart feel sour, and Dazai seemed to understand why the situation had turned out like this.

"We also need the right values ​​and common hobbies... Do you have to get what you want? That's just possessiveness."

Dazai himself didn't know what kind of emotion he was feeling when he explained it to her.

"Isn't it different?" Qinghe felt that the two of them were quite compatible.

"It's different. Liking someone will lead to possessiveness, but possessiveness alone is not liking someone."

Dazai took a deep breath and couldn't help but question it: "You still like me? Don't you think it's weird to say this all of a sudden?"

Is her liking so groundless?

Confused purpose, vague words and actions, does she think she is participating in a game that can be played at will?

"Is that so?" Qinghe felt that he was quite sincere.

"It's so weird. Is there anything worth liking about him?" Dazai sneered.

Gentle? Considerate? Positive? Sincere? None of these have anything to do with the real him.

"It looks good." Qinghe blurted out without thinking.

She is cute when she smiles, she is cute when she has a cold face and doesn’t talk, and she is also cute when she is gloomy.

Even if you do nothing, you won't feel bored when you are with him.

Such a superficial reason? Dazai never thought that this was the reason.

"Besides, people's hearts are fickle, and the red roses you pick will eventually turn into withered flowers."

He is just a human being and will go through birth, aging, sickness and death. By that time, his appearance will no longer be a quality worth liking.

Dazai lowered his eyes and looked at the overlapping shadows on the ground: "Don't always say you like me. This is not love."

Qinghe's brain rarely shut down: "Is that so?"

“…I see.”

When the wind died down, the bells stopped ringing.

What Dazai said was somewhat different from Haruka's perception, so she tried to accept the new idea.

There was silence between the two of them for a long moment, and Haruka slowly found his voice again.

"Ah, so that's it."

Sure enough, it’s hard to understand.

Qinghe's gaze wavered, and it took him a long time to choose the landing point.

She looked at the setting moon and murmured to herself, "I really wanted to take him away before, but it's not bad to see that he is so happy."

"I want to keep looking at him and don't want him to be sad."

"What is this? It turns out it's just possessiveness."

"I thought..." I thought it was love.

It's so complicated.

"I see. Thank you for your answer."

Qinghe received too much information today, and her social life exceeded her limit. She had to slow down for a while: "Good night, have a good rest, it's time to go back tomorrow."

After saying that, she didn't care what Dazai was doing there, she pressed her forehead and went back to her room.

Just after noon the next day, Kagome returned to her home through the Bone-Eating Well, and Haruka also left Maple Village with Dazai.

Back to the modern city streets, everything around me is still bustling with a hint of hurry.

Tsurumaru, who was tied to the door, greeted Chaoqing and Dazai enthusiastically: "Hey! Good morning!"

"You've adapted quite well." Qinghe sighed.

As expected of Tsurumaru, he can blend in anywhere.

She glanced into the store and found that there were not many customers today and it was deserted.

"The detective agency is in big trouble, and the Hong Kong underworld is also making moves. I heard it's called something, a group? Yamaubakiri and the others are going to help."

Tsurumaru shrugged and continued to explain, "The atmosphere in Yokohama has been a little tense lately. Customers are afraid to go out, so we are planning to close for a few days."

"That's fine." Qinghe agreed. After all, the Hong Kong gangs make such a loud noise when they fight, so it would be better to stay away from them.

Dazai found his chance. He stopped Haruka who was about to enter the store and said, "Be a good person and give me a ride for a while, how about that?"

Qinghe didn't agree to his request immediately this time, but after thinking for a moment, she nodded: "Okay."

The distance, which was not short originally, was walked particularly fast today.

Haruka was walking and playing the shadow-stepping game with herself. She was enjoying herself and didn't seem to have any intention of chatting with Dazai.

Before Dazai could find the opportunity to strike up a conversation, he already saw the building that housed the detective agency.

At this time, members of the detective agency were standing in groups downstairs, seemingly confronting someone.

He was a young man with messy short black hair, a bandage on his left eye, and a handsome yet somewhat sickly pale face.

He was wearing a black suit and a long black coat, with a red scarf around his neck.

The black-haired young man in the crowd raised his head and looked towards Haruwa, and the people from the detective agency followed his line of sight and spotted Dazai who had returned.

"Mr. Dazai?!" Nakajima Atsushi's voice was out of tune with surprise.

No? That one over there is Mr. Dazai, so who is the one in front of them?

The young man waved towards Qinghe, with a smile between his eyebrows, making him look very gentle: "Hello again, young lady."

Qinghe paused in her happy action of stepping on the shadow, her brows were furrowed and she bit her lower lip lightly, her anxiety was obvious.

Wow, it’s too early to laugh at Inuyasha, but can this kind of thing happen to her?