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

This is an exceptionally magical place.

There are high-speed trains and smooth roads, as well as residents who climb walls and come and go without a trace.

Magical mounts and a wide variety of merchandise.

The combination of modern technology and mysterious power makes this place look extremely fantastic.

Lin introduced as she walked: "The areas open to the public temporarily are the West District and the North District, as well as a small part of the central industrial area."

“Although other areas can be visited, there are no specific guidelines.”

She pointed to the floating island in the sky and said to Dazai Osamu behind her: "That's the central capital, where we just set out."

“It doesn’t look far, but it takes a day to get there by train.”

It is dusk now, so let’s stop here for now.

"Please follow me." Lin led Dazai Osamu to the security station in this area: "It will be much faster to use the teleportation array, but this is an internal passage."

After returning to the main island, Lin took Dazai Osamu to visit the commercial street of the main island.

There aren’t many people here, but it’s just as magical.

Most of the shops were closed, but the roadside stalls selling strange things were very busy.

Lin remembered that she hadn't prepared any gifts for the God Festival yet, so she stopped and said, "Can you wait a moment? I'll go buy some gift boxes."

Dazai Osamu thought this place was quite interesting and he could stay a little longer: "Ms. Lin, please go and do your work first. You don't have to take care of me."

Lin smiled apologetically and then joined the crowd.

Dazai Osamu stood there without moving, just watching everything quietly.

It was so lively around, it seemed like he hadn't heard so much laughter in a long time.

Living in such an environment, you may really be able to experience the beauty of life.

Dazai Osamu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

He moved his feet and walked to a small stall. A five-pointed star ornament on the stall caught his attention.

The stall owner greeted him warmly: "Whether it's a surprise or a shock, we have it all here. It's all handmade, and it's definitely a perfunctory gift for the day of worshiping the gods."

"The day of worshipping the gods?" Dazai Osamu thought of something: "Today?"

"It will officially start tomorrow," the stall owner explained.

He saw that Dazai Osamu didn't look like a local, so he picked up the little star on the stall and said, "This is for you."

"I made it according to the description in the fairy tale. Look, it glows."

The stall owner put the five-pointed star in Dazai Osamu's hand and said: "I hope you have fun, my guest who has come from afar."

After a while, Lin came back.

She saw Dazai Osamu standing in front of the stall and suddenly realized that she had not yet introduced him to tomorrow's festival.

"Would you like to buy some gifts for the festival? It's going to be very lively tomorrow," Lin suggested.

Gifts... Dazai Osamu smiled and said, "I'll think about it."

That's fine, we still have time tonight. Lin nodded and led him to his temporary accommodation.

After leaving the neighborhood, the surroundings gradually became quiet.

As soon as they walked into the residential area, they saw Qinghe sitting on a park bench from a distance.

Qinghe waved at the two of them: "Here, here."

Lin was a little surprised: "Master Qinghe, is it handled so quickly?"

It's only been half a day, right? Lin thought it would take at least three to five days to resolve.

Qinghe smiled harmlessly: "After communicating with them, we quickly reached an agreement."

If they couldn't reach an agreement, Qinghe would solve it well.

Lin relaxed: "I'm glad you're not hurt."

Qinghe saw that Lin was holding a gift box, so he let her go: "Lin, go and do your work. I'll take care of this."

Lin nodded and said goodbye: "Okay, I'll go back first."

Haruka and Dazai Osamu were the only ones left in the park.

Qinghe stared at him again without saying anything.

Dazai Osamu sat down at the other end of the bench, "Young lady, your look of doubt as to why I am still here is rather presumptuous."

He looked back at Qinghe and whispered seductively, "Wouldn't it be nice to let me stay? Am I not the young lady's first friend?"

Qinghe didn't waver at all and still refused: "I don't want it. He is, and you are not."

"Same face, same memories, same personality. Miss, please don't make such clear distinctions." Dazai Osamu smiled helplessly.

"It's no loss for you, how about just making do with it?"

"No, that's not fair."

The body was put back together by Qinghe himself, and the soul was also sent away by Qinghe himself.

He was reincarnated into the current Dazai, and the real young master will never come back.

It is unfair to let one person replace another person, even if it is a clone.

Dazai Osamu seemed to be in a good mood. He held his chest and said, "Although the young lady doesn't acknowledge me, it's really gratifying to hear these words."

"Do you really have any wishes that have not been fulfilled?" Qinghe was quite skeptical.

Why would someone who is still attached to this world want to seek death?

Dazai Osamu held his chin with one hand and pretended to think: "Well, it's hard to say."

Of course I have a wish, but I can’t say it now.

"Let me think about it for a while. Maybe I'll figure it out today." Dazai Osamu decided to delay time.

Several hours passed while he was thinking about this.

As the sun sets, the orange sunset glow in the sky is gradually covered by blue-green and finally swallowed up by the night.

The street lights in the park lit up and the moon rose quietly from the east.

Dazai Osamu dug a small hole in the flowers on the roadside and buried the stars he received today in it.

He stretched and walked back to Qinghe: "Young lady, what time is it now?"

"It's 22 p.m." Qinghe glanced at the time, answered, and continued playing with his hair.

She was a little confused. Her hair seemed too long. Would her hair be grabbed during a fight?

Should I cut my hair short? Short hair should be easier to take care of.

Dazai Osamu looked at her and came up with a good suggestion: "Miss, do you want to cut your hair? Let me do it."

"? Why?" Although it was good to have someone do it for him, didn't he find it awkward?

"Because I have thought about it. My last wish is to cut the little lady's hair." Dazai Osamu nodded seriously in affirmation.

Qinghe hesitated slightly. It was not impossible, but she was very skeptical about his method.

"Ah...you can?"

Dazai Osamu assured him solemnly: "It's just a short cut. I should be able to do it."

Fine--

Qinghe thought to herself that she had never tried an uglier look before, so she might as well treat it as a new experience.

With a small comb and a pair of scissors, Dazai Osamu started working.

He said that just cutting it short would be enough, but in fact he was extremely meticulous.

Qinghe's hair is very long, and even when it is braided into a pigtail, it can still reach her waist.

After untying the little bell tied at the end of your hair, it will be very smooth without much combing.

Dazai Osamu combed his hair carefully from head to toe and trimmed it seriously.

With the sound of scissors clicking, Qinghe's hair became shorter and shorter.

But she didn't quite understand why he cut it layer by layer?

"Little Miss's hometown is very interesting. I want to settle here."

"It's so lively here. With so many people around, you won't get bored, right?"

Qinghe thought about it and answered him honestly: "I still get bored sometimes."

"It's just a coincidence, that's also good." Dazai Osamu smiled lightly.

She used to be so bored that she didn’t care about life or death. She was alive only because she was not dead.

He had wanted to be her motivation to live to the next tomorrow, but it was obvious that he seemed to be ahead of her.

Fortunately, the final promise allowed her to move forward a long way.

That’s great! She finally found her target.

Now that she is faced with a dead end, she will struggle, right?

Dazai Osamu put down the scissors only after he cut Haruka's hair to shoulder length, satisfied.

He gave her a half-braid and tied the little bell back to the end of the braid.

"Well, my wish has come true."

Just after midnight, fireworks suddenly shot up into the night sky.

"Happy birthday, little miss, you have grown into an exceptionally good adult."

Dazai Osamu sighed and seemed to laugh softly.

Dang clang——

Qinghe turned around and saw a dagger dropped on the ground.

She stood up and tidied her cut hair, then walked around the bench and stepped on the dagger.

The dagger disintegrated into a thin golden thread that tried to wrap around Haruka's ankle, but was quickly swallowed up by the black mud.

Qinghe shook his head gently. After his hair became shorter, he felt a lot more relaxed.

"Of course."