Why aren't people raising me

Nakahara Masaharu's willpower has not been reduced by becoming a child. Not only did he complete the physical transformation in two months, but he actually won the boxing championship of the children's group. It was just that he was so tired after the game that he took a photo with the trophy Always a strong smile.

Because of the intense exercise, his muscles were extremely sore and weak. If no one was present, he would be hunched over and limping without any image.

That's right, Junyi, the media intends to make such an evaluation in the post-match report. They like to exaggerate something, and when they catch an advantage, they try to turn it into an eye-catching gimmick. He slapped Masaharu's face from every angle.

Nakahara Masaharu reflexively adjusted his state to the mature expression management mode for dealing with the outside world. A childish face has an adult-like elegance and demeanor. This contrast is eye-catching. Even Matsuda Jinpei doubted his understanding of Masaharu.

"Strange, I've never seen him like this, like..."

"Looks like a well-cultivated noble son, who has received an elite education since he was a child... right?" Hagiwara Kenji followed Matsuda Jinpei, but he didn't want to describe it well. He is good at observing micro-expressions, and the impact he may receive is more than that. There was more Ping, "Did you see that, Jin Ping, Masaharu is starting to get bored now."

"Ah?" Matsuda Jinhei narrowed his eyes, "Look at his smiling mask, and the ease with which he gave his acceptance speech, it doesn't look like he's bored, everyone has to say that he's proud of himself now." He circled his face chest, "However, I can still see that he is pretending at a glance. After all, if I can't even guess the real mood of this brat, then I have failed..."

Hagiwara Kenji took two more photos with his mobile phone, "I'll reward him later."

"Oh—! Masaharu—!!! Mommy's best child—!"

Beside what they couldn't see, the father and mother sat on the viewing platform chairs in a regular manner, holding ribbons and cheering in a dramatic way. Knowing that Kenji Hagiwara couldn't hear it, they still said to him excitedly, "Have you got the filming?" , Has it been photographed, it must be more handsome!"

It seems to have completely turned into a human being, even learning the rules of human beings very quickly and remembering them firmly.

Coming out of the competition field, Masaharu Nakahara's straight waist immediately relaxed, and he opened his hand to Matsuda Jinpei, "I'm so tired, brother Jinpei, I can't walk anymore."

For more than two months, Masaharu Nakahara was always exhausted after training in order to fight for the boxing match. Sometimes he couldn't hold on anymore, and Matsuda Jinpei would carry him home with him.

Maybe no pair of brothers can refuse this kind of contact. Masaharu Nakahara smiled and said on the back of the formation, "This is the famous picture of the Uchiha brothers."

And Nakahara Chuya, who didn't get this kind of treatment because of the distance between the two places, even ran over overnight to watch Masaharu's training one day, and after completing the back-up operation to his heart's content, he ran back to his work station overnight.

So at this moment, Masaharu Nakahara habitually wanted Matsuda Zhenping to carry him on his back, but his tired and dazed brain quickly woke up, and he put his hands down, "No, I'm already a big boy, I can hold on to myself."

Hagiwara Kenji laughed several times because of Masaharu's self-conflict, "Masaharu, why do you seem to be getting cuter and cuter."

Masaharu Nakahara had a serious face, "Don't describe me as cute anymore, brother Yan, I just rejected three girls who approached me, and my title now is the invincible overlord of primary school students."

Matsuda Jinpei almost choked on his saliva, "Invincible, hahaha, elementary school overlord hahaha..."

Masaharu Nakahara also smiled, "Although it is a points-based game, my heroic fighting posture must be very attractive."

"Where are you going?" Matsuda Jinhei couldn't help complaining when he saw that he was flying too high, "But Masaharu, you really don't have any special abilities at all."

His ghostly "supernatural power" was accidentally exposed.

That was what happened during their sparring training. Masaharu Nakahara has made great progress recently, and occasionally he used moves that made Matsuda Jinpei's scalp tingle, so his fist followed the counterattack in his bones towards Masaharu's face The door rushed.

Of course, this is an attack that can be stopped in an emergency, because Matsuda Jinpei will never really hurt Masaharu, but the power in Masaharu doesn't think so.

Nakahara Masaharu's self-preservation instinct caused him to push Matsuda Jinpei without knowing it.

The curly-haired youth was directly thrown out by force.

Matsuda Jinhei was stunned by the fall, he didn't suffer any injuries, but the horror in his heart made his expression a little funny at that moment,

"Masaji! What did you just do!" He sat up abruptly, and said incredulously, "Did you do that, are you hiding your clumsiness?"

Masaharu: "I...I can explain."

As a close family member, Masaharu Nakahara confessed his secrets to him.

"Do you know supernatural powers?"

He used the term cognition of this world.

From then on, Matsuda Jinpei was very relieved that Masaharu was messing around, and when Masaharu went to fight the perverted stalker, Matsuda Jinpei would stand by and applaud.

Masaharu has a subtle aggrieved feeling that he is no longer being cared for by others.

But in essence, Masaharu Nakahara's military strength is indeed very capable. Coupled with his father and mother who are elusive, he has a bargaining chip to reassure his family, which should be a happy thing.

The boxing match came to an end, and Masaharu Nakahara was taken to the restaurant by the two to rest. After a big meal, they boarded the train to Fengchuan County.

It is now August, the hottest time, and they have already planned to go to the beach to enjoy the summer after the game.

Fortunately, Masaharu is up to the challenge, if he loses the game, he might have a heart attack while having fun.

On the train, Masaharu Nakahara was still a little excited. He sent the most handsome photo of himself on the podium to Chuya and told him the good news of his victory.

The boxing match might be a bit of a joke for people like them, but after all, Masaharu was participating, and Chuya only hated himself for not being able to come to the scene to cheer for him.

Masaharu sent another copy of the photo to Natsume Takashi and Qi Mukong. Congratulations to Natsume with his usual polite and gentle style, Qi Mukong seemed a little absent-minded.

Sorasuke: Heh, let's go play, the best plaything is depressed, and you will lose to me when you come back!

His greatest pleasure is competition, and he also has a lot of childishness. Masaharu likes to use his tone to reply provocatively, and then the two will naturally start a competition of knowledge and opinions centered on the topic, but today is strange, Sorasuke's interest is not good high.

Sorasuke: My younger brother is having nightmares and a headache. He's not in a good mood. He's never been like this before. Mom is trying to put him to sleep.

Sorasuke: I don't know what's going on, and I can't do anything about it.

Is the child sick?

Masaharu Nakahara comforted Sorasuke a few words, and gradually the feeling of exhaustion came up.

"Go to sleep." Matsuda Jinhei patted his shoulder lightly, "We'll go to the hotel first today, you should take a good rest."

"Hmm..." Nakahara Masaharu responded in a low voice.

He slept deeply, and he didn't know how many batches of passengers on the train changed during the period. When he opened his eyes again, there was already a blue sea outside the wide open window beside the bed.

On the table was a note left by Kenji Hagiwara, to the effect that they were eating downstairs, and Masaharu stared at it for a while before realizing that he should have been carried to the hotel by Matsuda Jinhei.

"I didn't wake up after all the twists and turns along the way?" Yazhi was a little stunned. He rubbed his hair twice and went out the door with a yawn. "Darryl, why didn't you wake me up?"

The god of death followed quietly, "You always said don't let me disturb you. Those two little police officers thought you must be tired after the game, so why are you so soft on purpose?"

The communication with the God of Death was just to pass the time, Masaharu didn't care about answering, he walked through the slightly narrow stairs, the front desk of the hotel bowed to him, his voice was very sweet, "Are you resting well?"

Masaharu Nakahara glanced at her, then stopped suddenly.

--die.

This woman will die soon.

The numbers above her head are about to be cleared, like a knife that is about to fall.

Masaharu Nakahara quickly scanned the surrounding environment, looking for dangers that could threaten life, fans, plugs, sharp corners, everything looked normal.What's the matter, sudden illness?Accidental fall?Will a vehicle break in?This is a homestay area near the beach.

"Masaharu!" Hagiwara Kenji's hearty greeting came from not far away, "This way!"

Masaharu Nakahara looked over there, he wanted to tell them to wait a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the surrounding environment,

Central Plains Masaharu is almost fixed in place.

His eyes widened, and he carefully inspected the scattered guests on the open-air dining table. The time of death above their heads was very close, without exception, it was today, at least 5 minutes later.

Will there be a terrorist attack next?Or food poisoning?

The brain was thinking this way, but Masaharu Nakahara's feet kept walking outside.

"... Masaharu?" The father and mother who came back from the outside appeared next to Masaharu in an instant, "Where are you going?"

It stopped suddenly, and Yazhi's face became extremely bad, and there was even a rare fear in his eyes.

"……What’s wrong with you?"

"What is this..."

Yaji's voice trembled.

In his field of vision, whether it is the human beings in the sea or on the beach, most of them are facing imminent death.He looked in the opposite direction of the sea, the vendors on the street, the pedestrians carrying things, and the passengers on the passing bus not far away—all died soon.

"No, it's not right!"

Every cell in Masaharu Nakahara, who had never seen this scene, was clamoring for vigilance and danger.

Behind him, two police officers who were worried about him walked out of the hotel. Matsuda Jinpei was startled by Masaharu's blood-discolored face, and raised the back of his hand to touch his forehead, "Masaji, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Run, run! There's weirdness here!"

Nakahara Masaharu shouted at him excitedly, his appearance of losing his composure is rare, "This is about to happen—"

His voice was drowned out by the sound of sirens over the city.

The greatest enemy of human beings, the one that can bring them a large area of ​​destructive death is——

Matsuda Jinping's expression changed, "An earthquake, it's an earthquake!"

- Natural disasters.

He should have thought of it earlier!

The spirit of Masaharu Central Plains was shaken, the number of people affected by natural disasters is immeasurable, tens of thousands, 10,000+?

Countdowns appear on every electronic screen, and the detectors can only catch the signal in a very short time before the earthquake. The people who are having fun have not been able to get out of the state of mental relaxation, and it takes a few seconds to realize what is going to happen. .

For people who live in earthquake-prone areas all the year round, they will not be overwhelmed by panic, and the people around Yazhi are in open and wide areas, so it seems that the danger is not so deadly.

After the unsteady shaking, more people ran out from the residential building, and Masaharu Nakahara's heart was beating fast. He was tightly clenched by Matsuda Jinhei, watching all this anxiously.

People didn't have a real sense of urgency, and they were still discussing the loss of money. The damage caused by the shaking of the ground seemed not to be high. Except for the fallen flower pots and various loose decorations, no buildings collapsed.

but……

The time of death has not changed, and the god of death is approaching step by step.

Masaharu Nakahara suddenly realized something, he turned his head to look at the sea,

At that moment, countless people gave up control of their bodies, allowing shock to creep up on their faces, and they stood there in a daze, only remaining in awe of nature, staring dumbfounded—one side covered the sky and the sun The wall of water, carrying a terrifying shadow, is surging towards this side.

"Tsunami, it's a tsunami—!"

The crowd screamed, and they ran in unison to escape from the sea. The three o'clock sun shone on Masaharu's head, and he was carried on the shoulders by Matsuda Jinpei.

"I can run!"

"shut up!"

Nakahara Masaharu leaned on Matsuda Jinpei's shoulders and looked up behind him.

Those were the people who were behind them. No matter how hard they swung their legs, they couldn't match their natural speed.

"Mom! Go and save them!"

Even his father and mother were unable to stop the tsunami, but at this moment, Masaharu Nakahara was very grateful that he allowed the magic spirit to follow him, "Save them, how many can be saved, take them to a high place, take them far away A place that won't be flooded——!"

The curse spirit received the instruction, and the body that was closely following Yazhi suddenly stopped in the air. Its eyeballs swung to both sides, and then without hesitation, it flew towards the person who was about to be swallowed by the sea.

The dark curse swelled his body to the extreme, Masaharu Nakahara's voice was mixed with the screams of the people, still high and prominent, "Think of them as me! Mom, treat them as me, I believe you can!"

"—save them!"

Love humans a little more.

Please sincerely can't bear to see them die.

Only in this way can you draw strength and you can become stronger.

A large-scale killing can be done in an instant, but a large-scale saving is not.

Masaharu Nakahara couldn't count how many people his father and mother saved, but no matter what, it was too late and not enough.

The sea water rushes across the border, like a monster that knows no satiety and never gets tired, devouring all the obstacles in front of it greedily and ruthlessly, Yazhi's eyes are filled with people's terrified and painful expressions, as well as the missing body.

The people who were washed away by the water struggled to surface, shouting the names of their relatives and friends with the volume of the consequences, they rolled in the water, they couldn't help themselves, their eyes were full of fear and despair,

"Dad, where are you, Dad!"

"Zhebu, Zhebu, can you hear me—answer me quickly!"

The parents shouted their children's names, and the children called their parents blankly, but this was just a tragic scene that could be seen. I don't know how many people were sucked into the bottom of the water.

They are hard to protect themselves, but what is more terrible than their lives is the separation and death of those close to them, so they use every opportunity to look for them, even if they are not out of danger.

Seeing her son being swept away by the current, the mother, who was tied to the railing tremblingly, jumped into the water again without hesitation. The two floated up and down on the water, hugging each other tightly.

The sundries on the road were washed away, sharp tables and chairs hit another obstacle with the radical tide, broken branches, kitchen knives, people were underwater as if they were enduring Ling Chi.

Finally, the water came to Yazhi.

Matsuda Jinpei held Masaji tightly in his arms, tried his best to block his vitals with his body, the momentum of the ocean made him lose his balance, they floated uncontrollably like buttons dropped into a washing machine, the air was instantly deprived, Water mixed with gravel and mud poured into the mouth and nasal cavity, and the ears were even more hazy, and the whole person was spinning.

Pain seems to be the most insignificant sense.Suddenly, Masaharu Nakahara felt the hand holding him tremble, and let go of his strength.

Flat!

Nakahara Masaharu opened his eyes in desperation, half a second after he was separated from Matsuda Jinhei, he grabbed the young man's body that was about to flow away.

The blood spread around his eyes, and Matsuda Jinhei was pierced into his waist by the sundries in the water. Masaharu looked intently again and found that the clothes on his body were already torn out of shape.

There was a foreign body in the eye, and Masaharu couldn't open his eyelids in pain.

His arms, legs, and neck were covered with scratches, but they were all superficial injuries.

But Matsuda Jinpei was not.

In addition, Hagiwara Kenji didn't know where he was rushed.

How can this be.

In the dark water, in the deep bottom where the sun can't reach for a while, Masaharu Nakahara transformed into a ghost in an instant, his wounds healed quickly, the fatigue of the human period disappeared without a trace, and the skin became tough and difficult to break, strength and senses The growth was the most obvious, and Masaharu Nakahara stood firm in the water.

From being submerged to being transformed into a ghost, less than ten seconds have passed.

Nakahara Masaharu pulled Matsuda Jinhei to a tree, pushed him and grabbed the trunk.

The young man took a few breaths and put his hand into the water, "Catch me! Yazhi!"

The sun was covered by the shade of the tree, Masaharu Nakahara surfaced, he felt a little uncomfortable, which made him want to retreat into the extremely dark place, "Zhenping, you stay here first, I'll go to Brother Yan..."

Matsuda Jinpei wiped his eyes that were so stimulated by the sea water, "You go?! Are you kidding——"

"It's okay, after all, I'm not an ordinary person."

Ordinary humans are too weak in the face of natural disasters.

Just look at this tragedy.

This is just the beginning.

Masaharu Nakahara shook Matsuda Jinpei's hand, "You're injured, stay well, I'll save you."

They only had time to care about each other a few words before they had to separate.

Masaharu Nakahara sank to the bottom of the water again, his eyes glowed red, with the coldness and sharpness of a beast, but the humanity and softness that a beast does not have.

Countless silk threads extend from his fingertips, and he grabs people who are being rolled and bumped by the current, tree trunks that are about to fall and hit innocent lives, and dragged exhausted children in the ups and downs.

Cobwebs spread under people's feet, and fathers and mothers never stopped for a second. During the disaster, people shouted that they were more important than their lives. The scattered relatives and friends were full of sadness and pain.

Half a minute after the tsunami occurred, the Meteorological Bureau and the TV station simultaneously forwarded the situation information, and the disaster immediately rushed to the Internet hot search,

[This is the strongest earthquake and the biggest tsunami since I was born!I have never seen such a hell! 】

[It's terrible, oh my god, this was just an ordinary day, how could this happen. 】

【Rescue!How to rescue, need donations and supplies, organize volunteers to go! 】

[Fengchuan County's medical care is unsustainable, we need to help them! 】

In the face of the common enemy of mankind - natural disasters, all agencies have generously contributed their best.

The police, firefighters, and medical staff formed a team quickly and orderly without any urging, and loaded boxes of supplies from the warehouse onto disaster relief vehicles.

People frequently refresh their mobile phone pages, praying for the latest news.

And on the other side, port mafia,

Zhong Yuanzhong also slapped the table hard, "No! I can't get in touch with Yazhi, they are there now, I have to go."

Cold blood said to him, "Calm down Chuya, that place does not belong to Yokohama, it is not our power."

"I won't bother the people of the organization, I'll go by myself." Nakahara Nakaya picked up his coat, "Stupid bird, borrow your helicopter."

"Huh? Wait, with your skills, I'm afraid it will take twice as long as mine to get to Fengchuan County." The idiot bird followed him, "Where is Masaharu, I will go too. The recent battles are over, and now It’s time for the various organizations to recuperate, and we’re too idle to panic, so it should be no problem to keep the pianists in the organization, just ask for a leave of absence and make it up later, the boss will understand your feelings.”

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little moved, "Thank you."

The silly bird thumped his shoulder, "For us, what are you thanking for?"

When it was about to take off, two people jumped onto the helicopter in a blink of an eye.

Nakaya said in surprise, "Dazai! Nakata?"

Nakata is the one who can manipulate time. He can slow down the flow of time on things within a certain range. This is useful in disasters, because he can delay the death of the injured and allow them to survive When help comes.

but……

"Dazai, why are you here?"

"Obviously, because Masaharu is there." Dazai put on the seat belt flexibly with his fingers, "Chuya, have you forgotten what happened in a situation like this last time?"

The last natural disaster was when Verlaine turned into a singularity with supernatural powers.

"That brat can't see death at all, what do you think he will do, will he break his body again." Osamu Dazai said calmly, "So it seems that I am really the switch between you two brothers."

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his hands, his throat rolled uncomfortably, and he said sharply, "Fool bird, go!"

Sometimes the disaster is too serious, and special people will be dispatched.

Jia Ruozi dragged the medicine box, and met Gojo Satoru, who was wearing a bandage around his eyes.

They kept walking, exchanging current information, "Most of Fengchuan County has been flooded, and there are only two hospitals left."

"For such a serious disaster, how many curse spirits have to appear..." Qiang Qiang said in a low voice, "It must be very busy in the near future."

***

In Fengchuan County, the nightmare of human beings has not stopped. Masaharu Nakahara does not know how many people he has caught. He hides in the shadow of the building, and his hair is full of mud.

When he found Kenji Hagiwara, Masaharu Nakahara took a step in that direction excitedly, the sunlight fell on his insteps and fingertips, and fell on his cheeks obliquely. The feeling of burning skin made Masaharu shrink back instinctively. He let out a painful cry that was choked in his throat.

sun!

Masaharu Nakahara waited tremblingly for those gaps that seemed to be burnt to heal, the crackling sound and slight smoke made him seem to be evaporating.

"Be careful, luckily you came back in time, you still don't have the awareness to be afraid of the sun." Darryl stretched out his hand and said, "The little police officer is fine, he is moving the injured."

Masaharu Nakahara raised his eyes, and there was a trace of moisture in the corner of his eyes. He spoke with a breathy voice, "Darryl, if you are indifferent, please don't talk to me at this time, I will be very angry."

Darryl was silent for a while, "Aren't you crying?"

Masaharu was heartbroken by the tragedy in front of him.

Human life is extremely fragile in the face of nature, how many people have been buried in the turbid seawater, and the smell of blood permeated the tip of Masaharu's nose, but he felt nauseous.

In the chaos, he heard someone saying, "It's really scary. A tsunami can overturn a city. Now, people's fear of the sea will be at its peak."

"A new companion is about to be born."

Humans' fear of the sea?companion?

Masaharu Nakahara looked over there, but found nothing abnormal. He was quickly distracted by more people calling for help.The thrill of being watched came from the nerve endings.