Why can't we be friends after the friendship ending?

"It's not that time yet." Munakata Reishi said unhurriedly.

"It seems that you are not an impatient person." Fukuzawa nodded, "Although, this is a good torture for me."

Suddenly, he suddenly felt that something had changed, but it was not completely under his control like before.A sense of fear brought by the unknown gradually began to cover him like a haze.

He looked back at the other party: "...what are you waiting for?"

Reiji Munakata stood up and looked out the window as well.

The light of the setting sun sweeps away the sky and the earth, and the city that has washed away the dust is extremely clear and peaceful at this moment. There is no wind, rain, or darkness in the scenery that can be seen in the distance. It seems that everything is an ordinary day.

He still didn't say anything, but put his hands on the hilt of his waist.

In an instant, a beeping tremor touched all the silk threads, and the whistling produced by the falling boulder seemed to ring in my ears.

But before that, the first thing Fukuzawa heard was the sound of the sword being unsheathed.

Breathing was stagnant, the air was silent, and in the short silence, Fukuzawa realized something. He didn't look at the sword light coming towards him, but looked up at the ceiling, where the countless entangled threads were.

... Destiny disappeared... no, not disappeared, but weakened for a short time.

That is to say...

"Get the hell out of here—"

A familiar voice sounded, as if someone seized the opportunity to pull something far away in this short period of time.

That's the only way it won't work...because...

The sound of piercing the air was heard in his ears, and the moment he lowered his head, the sharp knife cut through his clothes and flesh, and seemed to tell him that no one succeeded.

The iron pierced through, and then he was hit by the familiar feeling of blood loss and the gradually weakening stagnation of the heart.

"...failed?" He murmured unconsciously.

"Do you think it will be successful?" the other party asked instead.

"..."

Perhaps because he thought he had come to an end, Fukuzawa suddenly showed a calmness he had never seen before, and he laughed: "Well, I thought about it that way."

"After all, I... really want to be able to exist."

Someone smashed the glass and walked towards the two of them stepping on the shards.

Fukuzawa raised his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the figure of the person he remembered deeply.

It is precisely because of the miracles that no human can create that he has seen in him that he has been...trying to fight.

but……

"Enough is enough..."

The hand raised unconsciously was caught and held tightly.

The determined pupils looked straight at his direction, as if they were going to plunge into the depths of his mind.

"Fukuzawa is dead."

The other party narrated: "Fukuzawa, the golden king who controls destiny, is dead."

"Your fate ends here, and everything that needs to be repaid, given back, and made up for ends here."

Fukuzawa couldn't help but open his eyes at the unexpected answer. He froze for a moment and then laughed, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth: "Well, I died... it all stopped."

"Thank you... Chuya."

"So." Zhong also choked for a moment, took a deep breath before continuing, "From now on, you are no longer Fukuzawa."

"You are Chuan, just Chuan, you will have another... new name...although I haven't figured it out yet, and it seems that I shouldn't choose it..."

The man reached out and hugged him: "Welcome home."

The very familiar embrace, the very warm embrace, is different from the gradually fading consciousness, all these seem to have a unique sense of déjà vu.

Ahhh, speaking of it, the same is true for the embrace of his mother that he had been looking forward to in the illusion.

go home?

Do you still have a home?

He himself didn't know what he was thinking, but at this moment he didn't think about things like "fate" anymore.

Everything becomes blank at this time.

……

The earliest emotion born among animals is maternal love.In order to reproduce, the emotions that are gradually conceived.

For human beings, family affection is the most unforgettable thing. Whether it is good or bad, normal or distorted, it is the key factor that determines what a person grows into.

At the beginning of his birth, what he felt was love, like the scorching sun, like a heavy rain, like a huge wave, and there were countless hopes of breaking the boat in the destruction.

After that, all his lovers looked like they were learning from her.

He can pay all the price he can think of for all the people he "loves", and put himself out of love.

Just like her, she never said anything, nor did she want to show any weakness.

Until the sentence that Zhongya said...

He broke away from the entanglement of "fate".

……

When he woke up again, the wound on his body had healed, and he didn't need to think about it to know that it was from Xie Ye.

When he sat up from the bed, he was still in a daze, feeling like he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams.

There were noisy voices outside the door, and the loud voices seemed to be arguing about something, and the voices of Miss Doctor and Xie Ye were particularly prominent among them.

He stretched out his hand, subconsciously wanting to touch something to understand the whole story, but the hand he stretched out was in vain.

As if there was no such thing in the first place.

Are you dreaming?

Or is it just a dream now?

"...I said that it is expected to be your noon in the afternoon..."

The sound of opening the door stopped.

"Look, I just said I'm awake, right?" Dazai walked in swaggeringly, "My guess is that there will be no problem."

"... Tsk." Yosano followed her in with arms folded, and behind her was Fukuzawa Yukichi who had been waiting for a long time.

He looked at the person sitting on the bed and walked slowly to him.

Dazai and his party, who originally wanted to have a few words with others, also calmed down, watching the situation in front of them quietly.

Fukuzawa used to be called Fukuzawa, which also proved his relationship with Fukuzawa Yukichi from the side.Regardless of whether it was entrusted by others, or because of Fukuzawa Yukichi's own thinking, the two have maintained the relationship between guardian and ward for at least a period of time.

Fukuzawa Yukichi raised his hand, and the person sitting on the bed subconsciously covered his head.

The hand that seemed to be waving down just touched his head: "Welcome home."

Nakahara, who was leaning against the door, seemed to be relieved, and looked at Edogawa who was also staying here: "Can't you say that?"

"Well, we can't say a word about our final implementation plan." Edogawa touched the glasses in his arms, "If he can't keep it secret, he will return to that state sooner or later. Compared with this, you think about him What do you want to call it?"

"...how to ask me!"

"That's not what you say when you're handsome."

"I……"

"Mr. Zhongye—" a voice suddenly came from the room, "I heard it, why don't you come in and sit for a while?"

This is different from before, Chuan thought, when Chuan deliberately avoided him, he seemed a lot bolder, but once Chuan started to take the initiative, he often fell into such a state of being at a loss.

But after being half pushed in by someone, when he saw the other person's eyes, he suddenly felt that it didn't matter even in such a state.

If it is the other party...

"Oh! Speaking of which, Mr. Yukichi, Mr. Chuya said he wanted to give me a name!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "?"

"What do you want to call it? Is it Zhongyuanchuan?"

Nakahara Chuya: There was a moment of excitement, but after thinking about it carefully, the problem is still very big. At least he seems to be facing more difficult problems ahead of time!

He shouldn't have forgotten the other party's confusing network!

The author has something to say: There may be extra episodes waiting for me to make time...