Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

Uninteresting day as usual.

When he was young, Osamu Dazai would think, is there any god in this world who wants to see how they survive in this world, so he created one, and then sat on his altar, admiring it with relish?

Otherwise, what else could be the reason for all this to exist?

When he grows up, he will think, for this world, maybe even gods don't exist.

If there is, then this is probably just a ridiculous story that doesn't even look down on God.

After finishing his day's work, Dazai easily got rid of his subordinates and walked back slowly.

The scenery along the way should be quite good in the eyes of others.

The water vapor in the wind is like a layer of silver tulle, covering the body of the person, as if there is no place to cool.

The cloud-like cherry blossoms flew down grandly and silently, and the petals fluttered and fluttered in the air, like butterfly wings, and like the feathers of a newborn bird, fluttering and fluttering on the eyelashes of people.

So in the next moment, the sweet fragrance flooded up like a sea tide, leaving only the softest and cleanest color in the field of vision.

If it is beautiful, it is naturally beautiful.

It's just that he doesn't get even a little joy from it.

Looking at such a short-lived beauty that burns like life, somehow I want to cry.

...Because I don't understand their meaning.

Obviously it is the beauty that burns life, but every year, year after year, it performs the farewell with the momentum of eternal farewell, which everyone knows well that it will be repeated in a year.

After all, we all know that the falling of cherry blossoms is vigorous and beautiful, but who will appreciate them with the feeling that they will never see them again every time they are going to die?Obviously next year's flowers will not be the same as before.

Don't you think it's scary?Don't you feel that it's this kind of mediocrity, this kind of meaningless repetition that has exhausted the meaning of life of these flowers?

This is the same as human beings.

As a human being, one does not clearly realize that after one's death, there will be another batch of human beings vying to be born here, and we are no different from them.

So if there is a person who has been observing this world, for him, watching our life and death, is it the same as watching this year's flowers fall to the ground?

Dazai stopped by the river, looking at his blurred reflection.

...and suddenly get bored.

I don't want to see you again.Don't want to think about it anymore.

He opened his arms vigorously and fell forward, letting the endless stream in front of him engulf him at the moment of embracing him, and there was a sigh that was almost begging in his heart.

--please.

—Let me wake up from this empty dream.

His consciousness was slackened, as if he had turned into a handful of clear water in the river. When he was flowing to the other side, he vaguely heard a voice that he was familiar with in his bones. "I'm sorry for him.—But, I love him very much."

Then there was a cool, juvenile voice.

"Aren't you unwilling?"

The sigh that answered was so light that it seemed to melt in the wind.

"of course."

He opened his eyes, his eyes were still white in a trance, his hands and feet were so soft that he couldn't move, but he felt warm and soft all over his body, as if he was lying in someone's arms.He raised his head subconsciously, but a light came into his eyelids.

Like in the forest after the autumn rain, the ginkgo leaves covered with brilliance, penetrated the transpiring rain and fog, warm, prosperous, and burnt on the retina like molten gold.

Such radiant eyes, but at this moment all the determination has been suppressed, only a little shadow of a smile settled in the bottom of the eyes, the gentleness is breathtaking.

He said—his voice was so soft, the low, warm vibrations of a cello—"You're awake."

For a moment, it seemed as if the dazzlingly bright blue sky behind him softened and faded, and the colors faded away in his smiling gaze.

Dreams came true......?

Dazai rolled his eyes.

——In the next moment, as if it was his illusion, the touch of gold disappeared out of thin air, and the young man in front of him opened a pair of dull, ordinary black eyes, looking back at him in confusion .

Suddenly feeling disillusioned as if his dream had been shattered, and as angry as if he had bought a fake, he stood up, observed the boy's attire, and saw something in the shape of the port Mafia brand in his clothes, so he began to question him Why are you so idle and boring, spoiling your own good deeds.

Dazai didn't know if this newcomer was a simple idiot, if he was the kind of warrior others said he was after seeing the nature of the world, or if he was trying to attract his attention with ulterior motives.

If it's the first possibility, then a little knocking is just what he needs.

If it is the second or third, it will not be broken so easily anyway.

Moreover, no matter what the possibility is, it is abnormal to say such words after knowing that he is a cadre, and this time he deliberately committed suicide, even if he made a scared expression.

It proves that he either has courage that is different from ordinary people, or he has confidence that is different from ordinary people.

Although he managed his expression well, but for some reason, Dazai felt that the fear he felt from him was tinged with falsehood.

...it might get a little more interesting later on.

He blew on the barrel, thinking to himself.

The author has something to say:

Come, come, Dazai's literati filter. .In fact, here is the drug that has the effect of colored contact lenses, but he thought it was irrelevant, so he didn't mention it.

Then he looked at Dazai, the more he looked at it, the more he felt like he was raising a child. The moment he woke up, he didn't have time to accept his loving mother's face.

Let Dazai get a fraudulent experience.

"Warrior" means that he feels that if it is the second possibility, then he is so idle now, thinking about "saving" people like him every day, it is so boring at a young age.

And after all, because the information is not equal, if you touch it directly and it hasn't changed, it may be false without considering the age.After all, Moonlight Society's technology is still very advanced and top secret.

The setting is that Disqualification in the World has the potential to eliminate all "abnormalities", but under normal circumstances it is limited to abilities.

Then whoever the two people in the carousel is, hehe.Anyway, the full dialogue will be released soon.

Dazai’s perspective is really difficult to write. Really, I may write less about his philosophical mentality in the future, just as a different perspective on the same event or to show his feelings for the protagonist and others, so I won’t be so sad up.