Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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11 month 1 day.

When Osamu Dazai opened the door, the first thing he saw was the clothes scattered all over the floor.He lowered his head and realized that he accidentally stepped on a crumpled sweater.

So he retracted his foot, squatted down and picked up the dress.The tag dangling from the back of the collar dangled.

It's a new dress that hasn't been worn yet.

Osamu Dazai recalled in a daze that this was the dress that Tsunayoshi Sawada had taken a fancy to at a glance when he went out shopping some time ago.After he got home, he hung his clothes in the closet and never wore them. They were extremely precious.

He opened the clothes and shook them, folded them briefly, put them on the small cabinet beside him, and then walked forward.

There was a strong smell of tobacco in the room.

The quilts were messily scattered on the large bed, more than half of the quilts fell directly on the ground, and the white sheets were also tossed and crumpled.

Osamu Dazai looked at the bed for a while.

This is not the first time he has entered Tsunayoshi Sawada's bedroom.

But it was the first time he saw it in such a mess.

The smell of smoke got stronger.

He turned his head to look at the place next to the window, which was almost smoky.

The heavy curtains completely obscured the light from the window.

And amidst the thin layers of white smoke, a man leaned his head down on the wall below the window.

Osamu Dazai walked over.

The man was originally motionless as if he was dead, but after hearing the movement, he slowly raised his head and glanced at his position with his eyelids shrugged.

The eye sockets are blue-black, thicker than any time Dazai Osamu saw him.And those warm brown eyes that were always shining on weekdays are not even half angry now.

He still held a sparkling cigarette between his index finger and middle finger. The ash and short cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor. It is roughly estimated that this person has almost finished smoking two packs of cigarettes.

"What is this? Do you smoke to relieve your worries?" the black-haired man asked.

The tone of voice was inexplicably calm, and it was hard to tell whether it was ironic or not.

The brown-haired man showed a slumped expression, and there were unkempt blue-black stubbles on his chin.

He ignored Dazai Osamu's words, but pretended that the other party was a ball of air, raised his arm and brought the cigarette to his mouth again.

The arm was grabbed.

Osamu Dazai squatted in front of him, his iris-colored eyes were as sharp as swords.

"Stop smoking, Tsunayoshi-kun," he said.

Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced up at him lazily, then shook off the hand that was holding his wrist.

"Leave me alone." The voice was hoarse.As if it has not been soaked in water for a long time, even simple pronunciation seems to be difficult.

Osamu Dazai didn't move, he grabbed the man's hand again.He stared at the slumped brown-haired man quietly, showing no sign of leaving.

Sawada Tsunayoshi frowned. "Get out," he ordered.

"Snapped--"

10 month 31 day.

21:35 at night

Yuki Inamori is dead.A seed sprouted from her body and quickly grew into a towering tree.

Then, all the power of the world was absorbed into a book.

The vision in front of him seemed to become blurred.

The world is spinning up.

Drilling out from the ground, the branches that had wrapped around his ankles also disappeared.

The brown-haired young man staggered a bit, and was supported by the slightly curly black-haired man behind him.

The man in cassock standing opposite was laughing wildly, and the sharp, piercing voice echoed repeatedly in this platform.

Then, his head was suddenly pinched by someone.

The laughter stopped in summer.

At some point, the white-haired man standing in front of him showed a fierce look, grabbed him with just one hand, and lifted him up high.

"Jie, I'm sorry." Gojo Satoru squeezed the head of the body, "There is a reason for everything, you will forgive me, right?"

Having said that, his actions did not show the slightest hesitation.

Because he knew that even if Jie could really see at this time, Jie would not be angry.

The thread suturing the head was quickly pulled away by him.

The small half of the top of the head, which was originally attached to the hair, immediately fell down after losing the connection with the thread, but Gojo Satoru caught it in time.

A flesh-pink brain appeared in front of his eyes, and a creamy transparent liquid flowed down the opened top of the skull. "Xia Youjie"'s expression also froze at that moment.

Wujo Satoru grasped the brain with a smooth surface and water stains in a deadpan and brutal way, just when his hand was about to release the magic power and squeezed it tightly——

The brain suddenly disappeared from his hands.

His eyes became extremely empty, and he could no longer move. The body of his only best friend was gently placed on the ground, and then he turned his head to look not far away.

Not far away, the flesh-pink organ was jumping up and down in a very ugly posture.

The speed is very fast, it seems to be running towards the green book that fell on the ground——

There are still many people in this building who have not left.

But for a moment, Gojo Satoru didn't care anymore.He has never cared about the life and death of these people. After all, what restricts him is just a moral bottom line in his heart.

He stared at the disgusting thing that was still wriggling, and when he raised his hand and was about to perform a technique capable of leveling the place, he saw a half-bowed body standing opposite him. , The brown-haired man with his head down suddenly stood upright.

When he saw the brown-haired young man, he opened his lips: "Breakthrough at zero point—"

"The original version."

The golden-red dazzling fire turned into a huge icicle, starting from his palm, it quickly rushed towards the wriggling thing.

In this deep subway passage, there was another deafening sound.

"No one can melt this ice." Tsunayoshi Sawada looked down at his feet.

It was an ice-like crystal, which looked smooth, like an ice cube, but without any trace of melting.And the flesh-pink brain was frozen in it in a very distorted posture.

Gojo Satoru stood beside him, raised his foot and kicked the crystal: "What is this ice?"

"My 'different ability'." Sawada Tsunayoshi replied.His voice sounded the same as before, but the brown eyes that had lost the color of the flames were dim.

"This crystal is not so easy to destroy. Even myself, I can't melt it."

More cruel than death is eternal life.

It will be frozen in ice.Can think, can see, but can't say anything, can't do anything - forever.

Perhaps until the world comes to an end, it is possible to truly head towards extinction.

——For this kind of thing, it is the most appropriate ending.

Dazai Osamu walked past Sawada Tsunayoshi, leaned down and picked up the book with the green cover that fell on the ground.

In this book, there are fragments of the original power in Inamori Yuki's body, as well as the leaf that she ate that day.

Whether it is complete or not, as a new carrier, it will have the ability to realize people's wishes.

But so what?

Yuki Inamori is gone, so he won't be coming back.

As the special living carrier capable of carrying "seeds", she was forced to leave her hometown and experience a turbulent journey.

Until her death, she still missed her family.

But her family members were wiped out of all memories related to her.

Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't even know how to talk to them about this "non-existent girl" and her death if he returned to Yokohama.

The missing piece in my heart will never be filled.

He became the only one who remembered that girl.

The brown-haired youth raised a palm and covered his face.

Hot tears flowed from between the fingers.

And the organ frozen in the ice was twisted ugly, as if smiling grimly at him.

"Snapped--"

Osamu Dazai slapped him.

Not heavy, but not light either.

Sawada Tsunakichi was stunned, his eyes widened in surprise, and the cigarette butts in his hands fell directly to the floor.

The red sparks flickered on and off, leaving a dark stamping hole in the wooden floor.

"Gang Ji-jun, do you still remember what you are here for?" The tone was very steady, without showing any emotion.But Osamu Dazai knew that he was getting annoyed for no reason.

He vaguely understood why he was so angry.

"If you remember, don't make such an ugly look like a wimp." He squeezed the brown-haired man's chin, forcing him to look him squarely.

"No one will have mercy on you," he said.

"Yuki Inamori is dead!" Tsunayoshi Sawada jumped up and stood up, grabbing the man's collar, "Osamu Dazai, do you have even a little bit of empathy!"

empathy.

Osamu Dazai boasted that he probably really didn't have such a thing.

"There is no relationship that will become eternal." He responded with a sentence that was not an answer to the question.

"You've worked really hard." His voice softened.

Sawada Tsunayoshi did not speak.

"Tsunami-kun, since Yuki was selected as the container of the 'seed', her future has already moved towards the end at this time. And if it weren't for your presence, that girl might have eaten the curse that sealed Wujo Satoru Tool."

"You understand, right? If she assimilates Gojo Satoru's power, what will she be like in the future? Will she still have enough reason to drive that huge and endless power?"

"Presumably, the whole world will be overturned, and countless people will die."

"And your appearance undoubtedly blocked the ending of that road." Dazai Osamu put his hand on Sawada Tsunayoshi's shoulder.

The brown-haired young man looked up at him, and at that moment, his eyes seemed to flicker.

"Gangji, you did nothing wrong."

"This is already the best ending."

Because the only way to remove the fragments is to destroy the carrier.

From the moment the "seed" was planted in her body, the future outcome was already doomed.

"Tsunayoshi, I've confirmed that book." Dazai Osamu put the book that he took from the platform last night in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

"It's true, the book with the power of the world." He emphasized.

"I'm not sure if it's the most complete, because this time the 'carrier' is a book. But even if it's just a page, as long as a reasonable story is written on it, it will eventually become 'real'."

"You can write stories on it," said Osamu Dazai.

Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated, slowly raised his hand, and gently touched the book.

Something slipped through his mind at that moment.

The book he had just picked up fell to the ground again.

And he narrowed his eyes in astonishment.

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