[K+Comprehensive] On the attributes of Kusanagi Izumo

If you see a human being, you will kill without mercy.

A battle without a clear goal, just crusade and killing is about to start here.

The side that started the war was human beings.

The so-called justice in this world...what the hell is it?

Kusanagi sincerely hoped that this would be, and only be, his last war.

Be it the mafia or the ghouls.He just wanted to go back to those troublesome guys and be a bar owner in peace.

The author has something to say: I found that the work income will be 200 soon~

☆、A04

When Kaneki got a moment of peace again from the abyss of pain, his trembling feet were held up to wipe, and he looked up to see the pity eyes of the young couple under the hood.

"Mr. Kaneki, please be patient, Mr. Wanzhang will rescue you soon... definitely..."

"..."

Until the footsteps of the two walked further and further away, gradually disappearing behind the heavy iron gate, all Jin Mu could do was silence, the endless silence suppressed the tears in his eyes.Then without warning, another series of footsteps stopped abruptly in front of him in this empty place.

Subconsciously holding his breath, Kaneki tensed all the muscles in his body, even though they had been stained with blood under the effects of long-term torture and drugs.

A sigh sounded above his head,

"...Jin Mu-kun."

"...Mr. Kusanagi, Kusanagi...!..."

In response, the boy raised his head abruptly, his black pupils filled with shock and disbelief.The blond man in front of him hid most of his face under the dark brim of his hat, holding a freshly removed white mask in his hand.Although the only interaction between the two is very little, the familiar Kyoto accent still makes Kaneki's eyes sour.

"Mr. Kusanagi... please leave here quickly, this place is dangerous, so!.."

——I don't want to see anyone do it for me...

Seeing those panicked eyes, Kusanagi felt even more complicated in his heart.How could he not understand Kaneki's concerns, but... "Sure enough, it's too strange for a brat to take on so many things..."

He caressed Jin Mu's head, the temperature on the top of his head reminded Jin Mu of the warm embrace when he first came here, fear and worry finally poured out along with tears.

"Cry, I can go back soon."

Kusanagi's men suddenly ruffled the boy's obedient black hair with force, but his voice was as low as a whisper.

The two of them did not speak again until the sound of the iron door being pulled open broke the silence again.

There was no one in front of Kaneki Ken except for the wet stains dripping from tears.

<<

The human army arrived without warning.

One second the guard was breathing lazily in front of the door, and the next moment the poor ghoul had been shot into a sieve by the dense bullets.The dark red blood spread down the steps like fine silk, and was pressed to the bottom of the wheels by the number of tanks and vehicles that followed.

Kusanagi leaned on the stone pillar behind him, and it didn't take long for the sound of gunfire from both sides to be heard, which almost buried most of the wailing before dying.

war.

No side is justified in a life-and-death confrontation more brutal and brutal than the Mafia.

This is far from where Kaneki was imprisoned.Even if the police sent a large number of people this time, it would take some time to break through to the deepest point, not to mention that some of the ghouls lurking here possess far more strength than ordinary guys, and it is still unclear who will live and who will die.

Kusanagi clenched his palms tightly in the night, like a puppet show finally came to an end, he leaned over, and the oncoming knives stuck to the brim of his hat and sank into the stone pillar beside him.Through the mask, the blond man watched the white-haired young man rushing forward, the sharp blade was almost in front of him in the blink of an eye, and collided with the red flame.

"...Huh?" The boy opened his eyes slightly, and retreated to avoid the oncoming heat wave.His whole body was splattered with other people's blood, but he tilted his head at an untimely moment, and his innocence became distorted under the bloodthirsty eyes: "It's really interesting~——Is this your Hezi, why didn't he grow up What about him?"

Kusanagi didn't speak, and the boy's text came next:

"I really want to know...then kill you and cut it open to see..."

Ahh... being treated as a ghoul.

Kusanagi smiled wryly behind the mask, bowed to avoid the knife thrown from the opposite side, and started to move quickly.Jozo Suzuya followed closely behind, and the two fought while running, the crimson flames illuminating the darkness where they passed.

Suzuya's attack was very ruthless, Kusanagi didn't want to make a move at first, but he couldn't remain indifferent to the threat to his life.He waved away the young man's hand holding the knife, and the flame instantly built a circular barrier to catch a new wave of iron knives. Jozo Suzuya took the opportunity to jump up high behind the man.

The movements all took place extremely fast, the cold blade piercing into Kusanagi's shoulder made a muffled sound as it rubbed against the bone, and the bright red liquid dripped on the ground.At the same time, Suzuya Jozo was also blown away by the flames of the riot, and hit a big hole in the opposite building, causing dust to fill the battlefield.

The needle-like pain spreading from the wound made Kusanagi frowned. He didn't have a strong healing ability like ghouls, and it was difficult to lift the injured right arm.The white-haired boy who staggered up from the opposite side was not in good condition either. Kusanagi preliminarily judged that the other party had broken at least one rib, and now was probably the best time for him to get away.

While thinking this way, he did so. The last iron knife that Suzuya Jozo flew out had only time to fall on the corner, and the dark red hood of the man disappeared into the road ahead that was shrouded in night. .

All this was seen by the girl covered in bandages standing on the rooftop and the tall man in white beside her.

......

[The so-called survival, what is it? 】

When Kaneki started to think about this question, Kamdai Rishi was standing in front of him, and his breath was sprayed on top of his head.

"You have to give up to protect important things... Your mother failed to do this. This kind of behavior is not gentle, but just weak. She doesn't have the strength to give up, and she lacks the awareness to give up...you still Is there a way to continue being the one who got hurt? Can you forgive people like Gecko?"

The woman's words pierced into the softest corner of his heart like a knife blade, picking it apart and wantonly destroying it.Jin Mu thought of his mother who died of illness again, such a gentle person left this world earlier and painfully than any truly sinful person.

Why...she didn't even do anything wrong.

Why...my place of refuge is always taken by...

Hot tears could not be restrained from sliding down his cheeks, he bit his lower lip tightly until the taste of blood filled his mouth:

"..unable to.."

"As long as the power of Bronze grows, it will have an impact on District 20 one day."

"I wouldn't let them do that..."

"Your most important classmate Ying, as well as those precious companions in the stable area, may encounter the kind of thing just now..."

"I will never forgive anyone who dares to take away my shelter."

The fog that had been lingering in his mind finally dissipated. Ken Kaneki raised his eyes to look at Kamdai Toshi, who was standing upright and smiling quietly, and said slowly and clearly:

"So... I just need to surpass you."

"Wrong...it's this world."

"...good boy~..."

Come and eat.

<<

The battle outside became more and more intense.

Kusanagi was running at full speed in the corridor, the windows on both sides were almost broken, and his wound was still throbbing.

Hope Kim is okay.

When the big old iron gate appeared in his sight, he prayed sincerely in his heart.

Pushing open the door, the blond man did not see the huge figure of the gecko as expected.The faint sound of chewing was echoed in the huge space, Kusanagi's heart shuddered, and he hurried forward a few steps, and then he saw the ghoul bent over to eat in the middle of the room.

It was a thin boy, his pure black shirt was worn out, his face was stained with blood, and the boy's face and expression were covered by his white hair, but Kusanagi still recognized at a glance the man who caused Shura's death. field characters.

"Golden Wood..."

he cried.

The sound of eating stopped abruptly, as if someone had stopped the switch of the dial.The boy turned his head, revealing a blood-stained face and a unique single eye.Ken Kaneki got up from the gecko's shattered corpse,

"Mr. Kusanagi..."

Kusanagi didn't ask any more questions, he knew that some things could never be undone.

"...doesn't matter if it's wrong to do so?"

"Well, those are not important anymore. Because... I still have something I want to protect."

In order to protect others, he sacrificed himself... This kind of determination, which is too similar to the spirit of ten beams of giving up the ego for the big ego, really made him the worst.

Kusanagi rubbed his blonde hair, kept looking at Kaneki, and finally slumped his shoulders.

"So... at least take care of yourself, huh?"

The answer was Kaneki's hug.The young man lowered his eyes, rested his head on the man in front of him with peace of mind, and the hoarse words after eating slightly overflowed from his mouth:

"Thank you, Kusanagi-san."

Thank you for giving me salvation in my most painful time.

And...sorry.

The blond man's limp body completely fell into the boy's arms.

The fighting outside the window still never ends.

<<

I... am a ghoul.

The author has something to say: the plot of the first season probably ends here, and there are still many original parts besides using some plots of the second season.

☆、A05

The war is over.

In the absence of any gunpowder smoke, the blood is unevenly distributed among the collapsed rubble, and the messy footprints on the ground are the only proof that the war once existed here.

Kusanagi found himself standing in the jagged ruins, with crimson orange flames dancing around.

They are ghouls, and they wield their giant knuckles. Every time they stir up strong winds, they cut open the skin of human beings, and the blood is dripping.

It was human beings, they drove tanks and vehicles, shells enough to blow up the entire building searched for life everywhere, and the wailing sounded one after another.

No, the war is not yet ...

Kusanagi saw the bullets flying towards him helplessly, but the soles of his feet were unable to move an inch as if they had taken root.Without a pause, the bullet passed through the chest, and the dazzling color soaked the clothes from the front of the body.

There was no pain, and the surroundings suddenly became extremely silent. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.

His heart paused, as if the barrier had been broken, and overwhelming shouts exploded in Kusanagi's ears.

The falling lives around him came into his field of vision, and his blond hair was reflected in his unclosed pupils.Then those corpses gradually changed their appearance. In Kusanagi's wide-open eyes, the lifeless people who fell on the ground turned into Takuya Tara, Anna, Hatta Misaki, Fushimi Saruhiko, Chitose Hiroshi... The corpses of everyone in the Barbara were exposed naked in the air, and lost their sound under the illumination of the artillery fire, but no one paid attention to them.

"No..." The scene right now was too real, Kusanagi shouted silently with a hoarse voice, his legs seemed to be no longer under his control, no matter how much the man leaned forward, he did not move.

Finally he saw the red-haired man standing in the flames, the amber pupils were blocked by the heat and could not see the emotions clearly.The man seemed to glance at him, his upright body slowly dissipating in the growing flames.

Kusanagi felt that he had stopped breathing.

<<

The outstretched hand hangs in mid-air, and the slightly shrunken dark pupils of the grass body reflect the white ceiling above the head.Drenched in cold sweat behind him, the blond man closed his eyes, subconsciously trying to calm his breathing.

"Dream...?"

Rubbing the broken hair in front of the sweat-drenched forehead, Kusanagi lowered his eyes, and his hoarse Kyoto accent was full of helplessness:

"What a terrible nightmare..."

Taking a towel to wipe the top of his head, Kusanagi walked to the balcony and leaned on the railing overlooking the quiet street below.Due to the scuffle in the 11th district that just came to an end, citizens have received instructions not to go out as much as possible in the evening, and the city of Tokyo has gradually planted the seeds of hidden dangers in people's hearts.

Speaking of the scuffle in District 11, Kusanagi looked at the bandaged arm, it was a war he didn't know the real outcome.

Where did Kaneki Ken go?Who is the victor?

Faced with these problems, the coffee shop owner who sent him back, that is, the kind old man before, chose to remain silent, and Kusanagi could not see the slightest clue from his neither happy nor angry expression.It's just that when Kusanagi went to the coffee shop named 'Antique' again, he never saw the handsome young waiter with black hair.

【"Well, those are not important anymore. Because... I still have something I want to protect."】

【"Thank you, Mr. Kusanagi."】

[Obviously, I am also a brat who needs to be protected, so what are you trying to do? ]

Kusanagi really wanted to say that at the time, but he couldn't ignore Kaneki's determined eyes.That boy had grown up in just a few days, Kusanagi knew he couldn't stop him, no one could stop Kaneki Ken like that.

But now, that young man is carrying all the burdens, and he doesn't know where he is.

"It's really... people can't do anything about him."

Kusanagi combed his dry hair, put on a new shirt, and shook his head.

The dream just now made him very uncomfortable, and he had to step up his search for the way back.

......

[Hey, you know what? ]

When passing by the bookstore, Kusanagi saw many people lined up at the door with excited expressions.He followed the people's line of sight and met the woman's smiling eyes.

This is a small author signing event.

Kusanagi smiled and didn't intend to stay, but the moment he lifted his foot, he caught a glimpse of the green-haired woman sitting in the bookstore making mouth shapes through the glass:

[Now, what are you looking for? ]

The footsteps stopped, and when I looked back, the previous episode seemed to be only an illusion.Surrounded by the crowd in the center, the woman kindly signed her name on the books extended by the fans, without any trace of distraction.

Kusanagi stayed where he was for a moment, glanced at the signboard with the words 'Takatsuki Izumi' at the door of the bookstore, turned and left.

The woman raised her mouth silently behind him.

<<

[antique 13:46 pm]

"welcome--"

Kirishima Touka wiped the table with a towel, and her hands paused when she saw the person coming: "Here we are again today, Mr. Kusanagi."

"Well," Kusanagi sat in front of the girl's freshly cleaned table, resting his chin with his hand, his Kyoto accent seemed to be laid-back.

"Miss Irumi, please have a cup of mixed coffee."

"Hi hi." The woman behind the counter smiled and nodded.

Kusanagi looked around, the antique business is not very busy today.He could detect some eyes that occasionally lingered on him, without any malice, just pure curiosity about aliens.

Most of the customers in this store are ghouls, including the store manager and all the clerks. They are ghouls who love humans and even want to further integrate into humans.All this seems to be no longer a secret to Kusanagi after the melee in District 11.

The structure of the tongue of the ghouls is different from that of humans, so the only drink they can taste, apart from the deliciousness of human flesh, is coffee.

Kusanagi slowly savored the rich aroma of coffee, not paying attention to the soft rays of the setting sun.Dong Xiang's attention, who was passing by the table, was quickly attracted by the man's blond hair plated with sunset.That is the color of hope, an existence that is out of reach for their ghouls.

"Dong Xiang?"

"Ah... sorry, what's the matter, Mr. Kusanagi?"

Seeing the girl bowing her head in apology, Kusanagi waved her hand to indicate that she didn't care, and said, "If it's okay, can I see the store manager?"

"this..."

"Okay, come to the room."

The old man did not know when he appeared behind the girl, so he answered first.

...

"You should already know the most basic things."

"Yes," Kusanagi sat opposite the old man, and said in a light tone, "but I need to know more than that. I learned a lot during the melee in District 11, about the human army and the ghoul army. This time I I came here hoping to get more information about 'Bronze'."

The old man didn't say a word, his eyes shifted to Kusanagi's bandaged shoulders.

Kusanagi smiled wryly: "To tell you the truth, the wound was not caused by a ghoul who participated in the battle, but a young human being. CCG seems to have cultivated a generation whose combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated."

"You know more than I thought."

The old man finally spoke, and Kusanagi even vaguely saw the flashing red pupils and black whites of the other party's eyes, "But I only have one question. The war between ghouls and humans has never ceased, no matter which side is It's hard to put down your guard and enter the other side's area....Antique's purpose is to let the two get along harmoniously. Of course, you are the first human customer who knows the secret here. As an innocent person, why should you Participate in this war?"

As soon as the old man's words fell, Kusanagi smiled: "Sometimes people can't help themselves, just like Jin Mu-kun's decision, there are also a group of guys who are very important to me. No matter where you are In such a situation, I can't let go of those worry-free guys and live alone."

"...it's as simple as that."

<<

"No Blood! No Bone! No Ash!"

とにかく私达はいずれも一得に

(we'll be together no matter what)

これは红の族の领の

(This is the agreement of the Red Clan)

decide to regret

(never regret it)

The author has something to say: This is a small transition after the war.

By the way, who will fill the [-]th quota for Zuohou, obsessive-compulsive disorder can't afford it...

☆、A06

"..." The old antique store manager didn't speak, and Kusanagi sat calmly in his seat.

The small ticking sound of the small clock decorated with wood carvings on the wall became the only melody in the room, and the occasional laughter downstairs warmed up this small coffee shop in the afternoon.The aroma of coffee in the air made the blond man close his eyes happily.

"It's really good craftsmanship." Kusanagi smiled at the old man.

The old man's eyebrows and eyes gradually outlined a curve, he turned his head, and Kusanagi cast his eyes on the exquisite coffee cup in the cabinet.The rims of the cups are white without a trace of dust, and they are stored there intact and carefully, which shows how important this coffee shop on the street is to him.

This principle is like how he cherishes his cute little bar so much, Kusanagi thought, the light softness appeared in his dark eyes, and was absorbed by the old man.

"Bronze is a group of ghouls composed of several powerful ghouls," the old man's deep voice suddenly sounded in the silence: "Its leader is called the one-eyed owl, who hates all human beings and the world. .Bronze gathered some ghouls and made them order and do things regularly, which attracted the attention of CCG."

Kusanagi pushed back the broken hair in front of his forehead, lowered his eyes, and the doubts in his heart seemed to be solved.The man's Kyoto accent was lowered and somewhat depressing, "Then...store manager, can I conclude that the disappearing Kaneki-kun did not leave this city, but went to a more dangerous place instead?"

The old man sighed and shook his head.

When he walked out of the coffee shop, the outdoor temperature gradually dropped. Kusanagi walked through the bustling road with the flow of people. While waiting for the red light, he looked up at the sky dyed with the afterglow of the sunset, and returned to the vague moment in his memory. Stretching his fingers in the campus, he said happily, "Look, Wang, brother Kusanagi, isn't it a beautiful color~".

How long had he not seen the faces of those guys?several years?Or ten years?

The red light jumped to green, and the crowd moved the blond man's pace, and the man pulled up his collar.

The white-haired boy passed him by, his light black eyes completely reflected the man's side face.

[... Mr. Kusanagi. ]

<<

Kusanagi's arm healed after a week.

The doctor who removed the bandages was sitting on a simple log chair. He looked very young, and his words were a little too much because of his age.

"...So I said, I was really taken aback by you at the beginning. During this period of time, there have been a lot of murder cases, and many people said that those monsters did it. So I was thinking about you at the time Maybe I was injured by them too, but how could anyone survive from that situation! I was relieved when I found out that you were just an ordinary knife wound, of course, don’t misunderstand..."

Kusanagi could only laugh helplessly, and left the young doctor who was still chattering after his arm was safely released from the bandage.

On the way home, he tried to raise his arm, which was still intact, but was fine except for a slight numbness.Kusanagi lowered his arms, raised his eyes and saw the boy standing up from the bridge silently.

The other party also happened to meet his gaze, and the thin body under the black shirt froze.

Neither of them expected that the official reunion would come so abruptly and dramatically.

Kusanagi caught a glimpse of the boy's open and unnaturally closed mouth, and looked sideways at the endlessly flowing road below:

"How about sitting with me if you have time, Jin Mu-kun?"

"...OK."

......

Gold wood joins bronze.

Although I feel undeniable when guessing, nothing is more true than admitting it myself.

Kaneki Ken stared at the complex expression of the blond man without saying a word, and lowered his eyes until a cup of steaming coffee was delivered to his eyes.

"There are only instant ones here, just drink it."

"OK, thanks."

Kaneki brought the coffee to his lips.

He had changed a lot and understood many things that he hadn't discovered before.Perhaps it was because of leaving without warning that Dong Xiang was so angry.

However, he still didn't know how to face Kusanagi who was sitting opposite him.The other party was just a human being, a weak human being in the eyes of the ghouls, but sneaked into the ghouls' lair alone for him.After being rescued desperately, he finally returned to the ghoul's army willfully. It is impossible for Mr. Kusanagi not to be angry.

"Mr. Kusanagi, why are you doing these things?"

Kusanagi froze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch the boy's hair, but stopped abruptly halfway, leaning on the sofa with a wry smile:

"Don't think I'm so great, Jin Mu-kun. All of this also has the original intention of fulfilling my own wishes... But you are very similar to someone I know. You have many similarities, and you always feel that you can't let it go. … Maybe it's because of this that I was called an old lady by those guys."

Kaneki nodded half-understood, although the man's tone was very indifferent, he could feel the deep nostalgia in the other's eyes, it must be something very important to him.

"Mr. Kusanagi," he said finally, getting up to leave,

"Anyway, thank you very much. And... please be careful."

<<

Seeing Kaneki intact, Kusanagi breathed a sigh of relief, but he still couldn't give up on finding a way to go back.

He asked Touka Kirishima of the coffee shop for the address, and came to the remote mask shop.

The structure style of the mask shop is very trendy. Kusanagi walked down the dark stairs, and the walls in his field of vision were covered with all kinds of weird masks.There was a large easel in the room, and the bench in front of it was empty.

Kusanagi approached the easel, on which was the prototype of a mask, like a dove with a short beak, singing wantonly after breaking free from the shackles.

"That's the newest product."

The owner of the mask shop spoke from behind.No one knew if he'd been sitting on the higher chair like that the whole time, or if he'd moved there with the soundless cat-like gait.Kusanagi turned around to look, the man was also looking at him with his head tilted, his black and red eyes were exposed in the air without any barriers.

"Would you like some snacks?" the man asked, standing up from the chair to put the last touch on the mask, his voice contradicting his appearance was very gentle.

Kusanagi shook his head, "No, thank you for your kindness. I'm here to buy a mask. As for the style... can you give me the new one?"

The man nodded, turned around and went about his business again.Kusanagi quietly sat on the stool, looking at the masks with different styles on the wall from the corner of his eye.

"They're beautiful." Kusanagi heard Kusanagi admire when the boss finally walked behind him and started taking measurements.The boss, maybe you can call him Bai, the expression on his face has not changed, he actually enjoys spending time with human guests.

He used a ruler to measure the size, his eyes lingered on Kusanagi's blond hair for a long time, and he didn't intend to hide it.

"Your hair is also beautiful." Uta suddenly said the same words in return for the compliment, and Kusanagi accepted it with some dumbfounding.

It took three days to make the mask. Kusanagi left the name on the paper and handed it to the man. The warmth from the inadvertent contact of the fingertips made Bai finally bend the corners of his mouth seemingly happily, the arc was extremely shallow and fleeting.

He watched the golden color disappear into the street, touched the light-colored tattoo on his neck, turned and walked into the mask shop.

......

After leaving the mask shop, Kusanagi's destination shifted to the street where he first came to this world.He looked up at the big shiny screen, found the alley where he woke up, and lowered his head to inspect the nearby ground.

He carefully searched every gap, the bushes on the opposite side, and even the corners on both sides.The ground is always a dusty color, so clean that there is nothing else.

No, nothing.

Seeing nothing, Kusanagi rubbed his sore neck and sighed.He still hoped to be lucky a little bit, and investigate whether there were any remaining fragments of Mare's ring left in place.After all, things owned by mafia family leaders like Bai Lan are hard to find in this world.

It seems that now the chances of leaving only the path of bronze are the greatest.

The man walked into the alley that was somewhat darkened by the sky, and lit a cigarette.The red spark flickered in the alley.

After a few minutes, the noise of the big screen on the street could no longer be heard behind him, Kusanagi stopped suddenly.

The soft moonlight illuminated the bandages on the girl's body in front of her. Her slender body was wrapped in a slightly worn pink cloak, and there were only two black holes in her eyes, which made people feel a little creepy.

The girl put her hands behind her back, and laughed "hee hee", her voice was as hollow as if it had been processed, like the wind blowing out of pottery.

Kusanagi stood vigilantly in place, the sparks of the cigarette in his hand dancing in the air.

The girl tilted her head.

— "Hey, what are you looking for?"

Kusanagi opened his eyes slightly.

He thought of the female writer named Takatsuki Izumi who said the same thing through the glass that day.

The girl didn't wait for an answer, she circled leisurely, and then stopped suddenly.After beckoning to Kusanagi, she trot lightly into the deeper darkness and disappeared.

"Then, bye~"

Kusanagi stared at another alley where the mysterious girl disappeared, the lighter in his hand made a crisp closing sound, and the man raised his head and exhaled the last breath of hazy smoke.

I don't know when the sparks from the cigarette finally escaped into the air, and the alley was completely immersed in the night.

The author has something to say: the work has reached 200, thank you for your company.

☆、A07

[bar-13.00]

"Hey~—I heard that the blond boy visited your mask shop a few days ago, you know, right? The legendary human who broke into the ghoul's stronghold for Jinmu boy."

The wine-red haired woman lay casually on the bar counter, and Bai beside her was just silent as usual, her black and red eyes seemed to be focused on the wine glass in her hand, but the man's state was more inclined to simply be in a daze .

"Still boring..."

Seeing this, Itori murmured softly and glanced away.

Sifang Lianshi, who had been sitting in the corner, opened his eyes at this moment, and the owner of Heyan was also facing him, and their eyes met in mid-air.

He tilted his head.

Since the two men are exactly the same in few words, they are able to occasionally drink together mainly thanks to Itori's talkativeness and win-win, but today this outgoing woman is entrusting most of her body to the bar below her, drowsy.

Bai took a sip of his wine, still fixed his eyes on the white-haired friend in the corner, and what responded to him was Sifang's eyes that closed again amidst the sound of music.

Bai also gradually turned around bored, took out a slightly wrinkled mask design drawing from his pocket, and sketched it.

<<

This is the No. 20 day since he came here, and Kusanagi is still perseveringly looking for news. To be precise, he still pins most of his hopes on the trail of Mare's ring.

For example, the harvest is as difficult to obtain as looking for a silver needle in the vast sea. Even the most stable and calm second-in-charge of Barbara has to be overwhelmed by the difficulties at the moment.The worst thing, waking up in a strange world again and again made Kusanagi wonder how long it had been since he left his own world, and he couldn't be sure what the future of Barbara would be without himself and the Colorless King.

Will Ten Beam survive?Is Zun's Weizmann Bias value getting closer to the extreme?Did Fushimi stay in the Barbara?  …

Every time Kusanagi thinks of this, he can't help rubbing the center of his eyebrows, trying to stop himself from worrying all the time like an old woman.

He has also visited Antiques many times, and there is no news that he can continue to know there.

--no idea.

The current situation can only be described in these four words.

When I came to a remote mask shop for the second time, Kusanagi did not meet the owner. The finished dove-shaped mask was hung on the easel without a note, and it seemed that he was not at all worried that someone would come and take away the property in the shop—these various mask.

The blond man stood there and waited for a while, until there was a sound from behind, and he pushed the door open with a chill on his body.

"Are you waiting for me?" The man took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and blinked his eyes.

"Yes," Kusanagi approached the man, raised his arm and waved the mask on his hand, finally a sporadic smile appeared in his eyes behind the lens: "Thank you very much for your mask, how much does it cost?"

Bai didn't answer immediately, he took off the blond man's glasses, and put the mask on Kusanagi's face.Kusanagi's body tensed for a moment, but after thinking about it, he still stood there quietly, letting the other party adjust the mask behind a few strands of hair in a little surprise.

"It's perfect." After finishing all this, Bai said.

The ghouls in front of him seemed to like being close to humans, Kusanagi noticed that when he walked out of the mask shop, he could still feel the gentle gaze from behind, and in the end he only paid a relatively small price.

He played with the mask in his hand, and the rich Kyoto accent escaped into the air:

"...Then, let's continue to find our way home."

A gust of cold wind blew through the gray-blue sky, and then a few wisps of white drifted down.The crowd on the street murmured faintly, and more white water fell on their heads and shoulders like goose feathers, melting into puddles of small water stains.

...--Snowing.

Facing the snow, the blond man tightened his clothes and took steps towards the other side of the street.

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This is an ordinary and lively day for Antique, Kusanagi thought so when he stepped into the door.

He sat in the corner and asked Irumi behind the bar for a cup of mixed coffee, everything was the same as usual.

That's right, it's the same.

The blond man lowered his eyes, and heard the vague footsteps gradually becoming clearer, and the sound of taking a seat.