Holy patriarchal tool man

November [-]st.

At noon, the TV in the window was still broadcasting news about Shibuya.

The commercial building next to the building is also broadcasting the same news on a giant LED screen.

Almost all the streets and alleys are full of news about yesterday's Shibuya.

Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye was walking on the street, and after finishing an all-night mission, even Zhong Ye felt a little tired.

Originally, he was required to go to the next mission location, but a few minutes ago, Zhongyuan Zhongya received an order from Mori Ogai, telling him that the mission was over.

Nakaya was just wandering the streets in a state of off-duty. He was going to a nearby parking lot, where there were idle vehicles arranged by the port mafia for mission personnel.

Because of the mission, Zhong also missed the big news last night. When he walked on the street with people coming and going, he faintly noticed that something important happened last night.

While waiting for traffic lights, relevant information was broadcast on the LED screen of the building across the street.

Chuya calmly glanced at the headlines of the news and then looked back. This world is always so real and cruel.

"... Tsk, it really didn't say the death toll. My friend was there yesterday, and he told me that many people died there. But how can the official announce this kind of news directly?"

Someone stood beside Chuya and whispered to his companion.

"Huh? It's normal not to announce it, probably because I'm worried about causing panic among the public."

"That's not the problem at all." The person who started talking suddenly lowered his voice, "My friend said that there are superpowers in this world. If it weren't for the kind of people who have the ability to save him, he must have died there too. There it is. Shibuya was full of monsters yesterday."

His voice may have been very small for others, but for Nakahara Chuya, such a volume forced him to hear such worthless conversations.

"Hey, are you kidding me?"

"How is it possible! Many people were saved by that person, but for some reason, everyone is hiding the identity of that person. At first my friend sent me a photo, but it was withdrawn immediately. Asked him why, he said that the person who saved them said he didn’t want to reveal his identity, so everyone deleted the videos and photos about that person.”

"...How should I put it, it turns out that such kind people really exist in this world. Your friend's luck is really good."

"You seem to accept it quickly?"

"...Is this weird? Shibuya has become like that, so there's nothing unbelievable. Speaking of which, you saw that hero? What does it look like?"

Hearing this person's words, Nakahara Chuya's gaze shifted to the LED screen again, and the panoramic view of Shibuya happened to be photographed on the screen.

Lush trees have replaced the modern commercial street, but even with the shade of trees, it is not difficult to see that the high-rise buildings there have actually been razed to the ground.

"...It's very good-looking. That person looks super good-looking! Forget it, I actually have a photo of that person, but I don't plan to send it to anyone. It's cheap for you, kid. Do you want to see it?"

"Nonsense! If you have a picture, you should have said it earlier!"

After two seconds.

"...So fuzzy? But just looking at the side profile, I think it looks good. Is this really the standard configuration of a comic protagonist? It's still this super popular light silver hair."

"Yeah! I was shocked when I saw it. But my friend said that I never saw him again."

Nakahara Chuya's heart beat heavily.

Light silver hair?Good looking?

At this moment, the lens on the LED screen suddenly switched its angle of view. It no longer looked down on everything below from a high altitude, but changed to a ground angle.

In the distance, a few people were captured on the screen. It was clearly a blurry shot, but Zhongye could still see it. It was three policemen in uniforms surrounding a tall white-haired man, and in the arms of the white-haired man holding someone.

The three policemen seemed very excited, as if they were about to fight in the next second.

This scene flashed away, but Zhong Ye's heart was beating wildly.

He clearly saw that the person held in the arms of the white-haired man had light-colored hair.Zhong Yuanzhong is not very sensitive to color, but he is too familiar with the light color in the picture.

His brain exploded with a bang.

... The police, the Metropolitan Police Department, will do everything in their power to save people in critical situations.

By the time Chuya came back to his senses, he had already stuck the phone to his ear.

He dialed Hiiragi Eiji's phone number.

He has always kept this number.Even backwards.

Whenever he wiped out a stronghold of the black organization, he would lie on the sofa and stare at the string of numbers quietly after returning to the apartment.

... As long as it takes a while, he will be able to dial this string of numbers in a legitimate way.It's like a kind of spiritual comfort.

He had always thought this way before.

But now, he just wants to know about that person.

...Please, even if you don't make any noise, it's enough to let him know about that guy's condition.

However, the call was not picked up until the pedestrian green light came on.

After crossing the road, the young passerby who first started talking about the Shibuya incident was stopped from behind.

"……Feel sorry!"

Turning around, he saw a young man in a black suit... No, he looked like a young man, but he was dressed very maturely.

"Photo! Can you show me the photo of the superpower you mentioned? Please."

Originally, he wanted to refuse, but there was obvious panic and a hint of pleading in those blue eyes.

Like a ghost, he handed the mobile phone to the red-haired boy.

He couldn't describe the expression of the person in front of him after seeing the photo, as if something was broken.

He just watched helplessly as the red-haired boy dialed someone's phone over and over again with trembling hands, but from the beginning to the end, no one answered.

"...Are you okay?" He couldn't help asking.

It was the red-haired boy in front of him that made people a little worried, his face faded and became so pale.

But the young man just shook his head slowly.

"……thanks."

The mobile phone was handed back, and then, the red-haired boy broke through the crowd with all his strength, and ran towards a certain direction. In the end, his figure disappeared into the crowd.

...It may have been a phone call that could never be picked up again.

November [-]nd.

In the area where the incident occurred in Shibuya, passers-by began to lay flowers here in an unorganized manner.

'To the unsung hero'

'To an Unsung Hero'

……

Each bouquet of flowers comes with such a small card.

There are many people who are survivors of the Shibuya incident.

They couldn't find any trace of the light-haired youth, and they were asked to keep it secret by the authorities, so they used this way to thank the person who saved them from the fire that night.

Accompanied by Ango Sakaguchi, Osamu Dazai came to the streets of Shibuya again.

"...In a short while, you will be able to leave the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Dazai." Ango Sakaguchi said in a low voice.

Osamu Dazai, who was walking beside him, was holding a bunch of red baby's breath in his hand. He fell unhurriedly behind the crowd, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ever since... Hiiragi Eiji left, he has maintained this worrying calm.

Even after seeing Gojo Satoru appearing with Hiiragi Eiji who seemed to be asleep in his arms that day, he just watched quietly.

But Ango Sakaguchi clearly saw the mist flashing in his eyes.

"...What will you do after you?" Ango Sakaguchi couldn't bear to recall.

Osamu Dazai laughed after hearing Ango Sakaguchi's words, "Don't worry about me, Mr. Ango." He said calmly, "I'll be fine." Because he wanted to remember Eiji forever.

But death will take away the right to remember.He didn't want to forget Eiji.

Hearing his answer, Ango Sakaguchi's nose became sour, and he quickly lowered his head.

Osamu Dazai just looked up at the sky.

... Even though it was such a sunny day, he felt that the world had turned into the same grayness as before. It was the decadent and hopeless world he was most familiar with.

The light that had lit his world was gone.

November [-]th, early morning.

The dazed Zhu Fu Jingguang received a phone call.

An unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen.

After picking it up, he responded hoarsely.

But there was a long silence on the other side.

"……Who?"

"Jing." A hoarse and deep male voice came from the other end.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's numb and sluggish brain suddenly woke up, "Zero?! How do you—"

"Where's Eiji?" But Yuguya Rei directly interrupted Zhu Fujingguang's words, "Why, why did I see Eiji's name on the list of Shibuya victims?"

Jiang Gu Ling's voice had already started to tremble.

But after hearing his words, Zhu Fu Jingguang's vision was blurred.

"I'm sorry, Zero, we... I..."

He didn't protect Eiji well.

The other end of the phone was quiet again, but it didn't take long for Zhu Fu Jingguang to hear the extremely suppressed sobs.

"Sorry……"

November [-]th.

Metropolitan Police Department memorial service.

Matsuda Jinping saw that the people from the high school of conjuration also came here.

The pink-haired boy wept bitterly at the long death list. Beside him, the other students all had red eyes, but the white-haired teacher disappeared.

He heard that that guy forced all the senior executives in the magic world to 'retire', so he couldn't be too busy with the affairs over there, right?

But it doesn't matter.

"...We hereby observe a moment of silence for those tragically lost in this accident. Hats off."

Matsuda Jinpei took off his hat along with the people beside him.

Like all the police officers standing here, he was silent and numb.

He had a faint sense of time confusion.eight days?How come eight days have passed?

"Eiji Hiiragi, aged 24, an excellent policeman, died in Shibuya on October 20, 31XX..."

Eiji's short but brilliant life finally turned into such a cold obituary, which melted into the obituaries of the rest of the victims.

No one knows what he did to save others in this disaster.

’ He said not to reveal his identity puts other people at risk. '

That's what the person who brought Eiji out of Shibuya told him.

Of course Matsuda Jinpei knew what that meant.

Eiji broke away from the black organization. Once his identity is exposed and his actions tonight are widely publicized, the organization is likely to learn the identities of Zhu Fujingguang and Jiang Guling by following the vine.

Therefore, as a hero, he buried everything deeply in this way.

...Why do you only think about other people's things before you leave?

Matsuda Jinpei's lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

'I'm Hiiragi Eiji, please give me more advice in the future. '

He uncontrollably recalled scenes from the past.

'I will do everything to protect important people. '

you did it.

'If you don't work hard, there is no way to realize your dreams. '

You achieved it.

'I'm doing what I've always done. '

...you always have been.

'…I'm sorry, but it's nice to meet you. '

His blazing sun, selflessly sprinkled his own light on all those who needed him, and thus dissipated the last afterglow.

"After testing, the NPC Hiiragi Eiji has reached an unbreakable bond with many main characters."

"Congratulations to NPC Hiiragi Eiji for unlocking the hidden title——Protagonist"

"From now on, you will be the center of the world, and all the rules of the world will be written by you."

"Countdown to recovery..."