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

The instruments beside him beeped, and Dazai's consciousness switched back and forth between clarity and delusion.

Sometimes there are bright surgical lights above your head, and sometimes there are all kinds of bizarre scenes.

The doctor seemed to be talking to the nurse beside him, but Dazai couldn't understand or think about those words at all.

His soul seemed to have drifted to a strange place.

Boom, boom, boom.

Whose heartbeat is this? It's so loud...

Dazai felt like he was pushed and his vision suddenly opened up.

This is a strange perspective, as he can see everything around him except himself.

The yellow sand is endless, and camels are lined up in a team moving forward in the sea of ​​sand.

In addition to the melodious sound of camel bells, there was also a man wrapped tightly in a white robe chattering.

"Desert, check in." This sentence was in Japanese and Dazai understood it.

Is this person talking to him? How strange.

The endless yellow sand gradually blurred, and when the scene became bright again, the surroundings had changed.

Bustling streets, passers-by in strange clothes, and another kind of gibberish language that is hard to understand.

Dazai's perspective changes as someone moves.

I bought some special snacks and magical goods on the street, left the city, and took a taxi outside the city... Dragon???

The whistling wind, the fluttering clothes, and then countless petals of various colors flying from somewhere.

The giant dragon landed in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, causing another shower of petals.

“Flower sea, check in.”

"It's pretty nice, I want one too."

It is indeed beautiful, the endless sea of ​​flowers stretches as far as the eye can see, it is so dreamy that it does not seem like the real world.

Of course, even though they can ride a dragon, Dazai doesn’t think this is realistic.

But he was a little curious, was he dreaming or was his soul drifting too far?

The colorful sea of ​​flowers faded.

When Dazai regained consciousness, he first heard a slightly rapid breathing sound, and then the surrounding scene became clear.

The treetops are so high that they reach into the sky, and the branches almost completely block out the sunlight.

On the ground are dark blue mushrooms that grow without sunlight, like stars dotted in the night sky.

"Tree Spirit Forest, check in."

The tall trees frantically used their vines to drive away the uninvited guests, and the whole forest was shaking.

What card did she use this time?! Hell Ticket Card? Dazai was a little interested in this person who used to use cards everywhere.

The surrounding scenes change every once in a while, including humanities, geography, exciting adventures...

Dazai felt like he was on a fantastic and bizarre journey.

I don’t know why it started, and I don’t know where it will end.

The environment kept changing, and every time he opened his eyes, he was faced with the unknown.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the lady who takes him to check in everywhere.

Dazai sometimes wondered, had she noticed him? Probably not.

After all, she seldom spoke, and apart from checking in at a certain place, she hardly spoke to him.

Finally one day, he heard her different lines:

"I've had enough fun. I'll show you my hometown one last time."

The journey seemed to be coming to an end.

The end point was a strange place. The sky was completely black and people on the ground could only rely on lights for lighting.

Ever since that cloudy day a few days ago, the sky in this world has never been bright again.

War, death, space collapse...in the end everything returned to silence.

"Haven't we come this far? It's about time, right?"

The man never moved again one day, and the surrounding scenery was frozen in darkness.

If this is the world after death, Dazai feels it is quite tormented.

Is she not leaving? After seeing so many beautiful sights, it would be lonely to stay alone.

"Let's go to the happy ending, protagonist."

I didn't realize that this person is actually a chuunibyou. How can someone call himself the protagonist?

But it was better this way. In this dark place, Dazai really couldn't think of anything worth her staying in.

"Sayunala~" she said softly.

Dazai discovered that this lady's Japanese language skills didn't seem to be very good and her choice of words was inappropriate.

The term "goodbye" actually means farewell and a complete end.

But won't the journey continue? Then it would be better for her to use [Ganer].

For a long time afterwards, Dazai didn't hear any sound.

He realized belatedly that he seemed to have been... released?

Ah, it turns out this is really a farewell forever.

"I figured it out!"

As his consciousness was rising and falling, Dazai heard a very familiar voice.

"Young lady, take me with you to play?"

"You must come pick me up."

Dazai never thought that his voice could be so unclear.

Who is he talking to? Is he talking to a kindergarten kid?

It was out of sight and the sound gradually faded away.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

The scene before my eyes finally lit up again.

This was a very familiar office that Dazai had stepped into many times in his life between the ages of 14 and 18.

But this time, the girl sitting on the sofa was not Alice, and the man standing in front of the sofa was not Mori Ogai.

Although they are still two familiar people.

Dazai heard the little girl who looked like Haruka say, "Why are they crying? It obviously doesn't make any sense."

The sofa was covered in blood, making it hard to figure out what had just happened, and also making her bland attitude of questioning seem very strange.

Then Dazai heard his own voice again: "There's no need to cry."

Qinghe seemed to not understand, so she continued to ask, "But tears can't solve the problem, so what's the point of crying?"

"Well." Dazai Osamu thought for a moment before answering, "But most people cry, not to solve problems."

"It's just to vent my emotions. Young lady, you should know that humans are very fragile. If they are suppressed for too long, they will become corrupted."

Haruka looked at him, and it was the first time Dazai noticed that her eyes could turn red and had patterns in them.

"Then why don't you cry?" Qinghe felt that he was the most depressed person here.

Dazai Osamu smiled and said, "Because it is meaningless."

Tears are useless, crying can't solve the problem, and there is no need to do meaningless things.

"But if the young lady shed tears at me, I would have a headache."

"?" Qinghe tilted his head and thought, why did he have a headache?

She recalled the description she had seen in the novel and spoke boldly, "You call me brother, and I pinch your waist with red eyes. Do you want to give me your life?"

Dazai Osamu would be speechless and laugh at this life-giving literature.

"Eh, this is so subtle and a little disgusting. Where did the young lady learn this terrible speech?"

He sighed, revealing some genuine concern: "You still have the energy to talk nonsense with me, doesn't it hurt?"

"It hurts so much." Qinghe is trying to divert his attention.

He didn't ask why he didn't cry when it hurt, because of course it was because - there was no point.

And ah.

“If I yell and say ‘It hurts’, it won’t look cool enough.”

"Yes, yes, today is the super cool little lady."

So, don't die, little deer. Don't die before me.

With a sigh, Dazai was finally able to gain some control over his body.

As the light and shadow flickered, the scene shifted to outdoors.

It was another familiar place - a crowded, dilapidated slum.

Dazai is now blocked in an alley by a group of tall and strong thugs.

"Boy, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for following the wrong person."

The gang leader was playing with the Swiss Army knife in his hand and said, "That black doctor killed my brother. Just save his arm and let it go."

Dazai remembered this incident when Mori Ogai was still working as a black-hearted doctor in a small clinic.

As for why he was not blocked at the beginning but was blocked now...it's just a dream, so it doesn't need to be real.

"Then you can go find Mr. Mori."

Even if this was a dream, Dazai wouldn't be so generous as to sacrifice himself for Mori Ogai.

The gangster boss's face suddenly darkened: "You have no choice."

Dazai was planning to analyze the situation with the other party. Not only did he have a choice, but he also had the means to kill them.

"hungry."

Dazai felt someone tugging at the sleeve of his coat and he tilted his head to look over.

Oh, it’s Xiaoqinghe again.

If I have to say what the difference is, it is that it is a little younger than the one I saw just now, probably only three or four years old.

It must be a dream, right?

Putting aside why she appeared in his life story, her age was not right.

He grew from fourteen to twenty, and she grew from four to six?

What an illogical dream.