"Which is faster, time or the tornado?" I murmured, looking at the tornado rolling in front of me.
I held my pocket watch tightly and looked at the unique soft blue light when I activated my powers, and my nervousness temporarily calmed down.
Let’s have a fight!
In the end, I still arched my feet and searched nervously for a place to stay.
"This is not okay, Kirihara~" At this time, a familiar young man's voice sounded from behind.
I turned around almost as soon as the voice sounded, and sure enough, it was Dazai Osamu in his teenage years.
"Ah, Dazai..." I nodded in greeting.
"I thought Kirihara would fulfill his wish to commit suicide." Osamu Dazai's eyes were sharp, but there was an inadvertent half-smile in his voice.
"The task given by Mr. Sen has not been completed yet, no." I argued.
"Ah," Dazai Osamu shook his head seemingly disappointed, "My will is not strong enough~"
"What?"
"But if we don't respond now, the mission will still fail." Dazai Osamu ignored my doubts and said to himself.
But he was right, and as we talked the tornado moved in further, and the pain of the gusting winds became more and more real.
"Dazai must be able to find a way." My hat was hung up, and my voice became distant and near due to the presence of the strong wind.
Dazai Osamu did not answer, but glanced at me, tilted his head and smiled brightly.
Yes, how could he not have a way? After all, this is the boy who just kicked my hamstring two days ago.
Osamu Dazai turned his head and jumped into the tornado with lightning speed. Just when I was so surprised that I didn't know what to say, the facts told me the answer: the white tornado dissipated, and two figures, one white and one black, were vaguely visible in the layers of clouds.
"Is there a superpower that can neutralize superpowers? I didn't expect it to be in Mafia." Tagore's tone was full of surprise.
"Thank you for the compliment, but please return the subordinates and goods that you stole with your supernatural powers to Mafia." Osamu Dazai asked, lowering his head.
"People are fine, but don't think about the goods," Tagore snorted mockingly, and hit the ground with his cane, saying, "Okay, people have gone back."
"Wow, is this your power bird collection? It's so powerful! Sure enough, such a powerful power is really suitable for doing some shameful things for your organization~" Dazai Osamu half-squinted his eyes and raised his head to look at it. Looking at Tagore, he said sarcastically.
"The feathers of pigeons are always pure white... They will never be as shameless as mafia!" Tagore roared angrily, and the force of the cane almost cut a hole in the ground.
"Ouch~" Dazai Osamu bounced to the side almost at the same time.
Not far away, I watched an old man and a young man arguing. I put my hands in my pockets and rubbed the rough lining. I always feel empty in my heart, as if I have forgotten something.
"Chongya!" The moment I thought about it, I almost shouted.
In panic, I looked at Osamu Dazai and Osamu Dazai, and found that Tagore's attention was entirely focused on Osamu Dazai, and he had no time to take care of me.
In this case, I took out the mobile phone given to me by Mori Owai, quickly ran to a bunker, and called Nakahara Chuuya.
Beep——
The call went through.
"Zhongya, where are you?" My tone was short and anxious, but I didn't dare to ask loudly.
"Hahaha--"
But what responded to me was more rapid breathing and roaring wind.
"Gravity, you and I can get rid of it...give up the struggle...accept the trial..." The same youthful voice was faintly heard, but because of the wind, only a few words could be heard.
Wow——
There was another sound, which sounded like the feeling of shattering plastic and metal.
I put down my phone and looked around.
The terrain where Mafia's port is located is very flat, and the only thing around it that is slightly higher is probably the low mountain range in the northwest that is difficult to eradicate.
Because of my own prescription, the current glasses are not particularly suitable for me, and I can’t see far away at all.
Not to mention watching the distant mountains for familiar figures.
But based on the sound of the strong wind just now and the vague signals, the only possibility is there.
It’s better than nothing, and it’s better to go on a field trip than to think about it.
Taking advantage of the moment when the wind blew up and the crows were noisy, my figure was like an arrow leaving the string, and I quickly left the Shura field.
On the way there, sweat broke out on my head because I was anxious. Even though it was dried by the wind several times, it still appeared at the wrong time.
Sure enough, after getting along with each other these days, I still regard Zhongyuan Zhongya as a partner.
Otherwise, how could there be such a huge stone hanging in my heart.
…
Zhongyuanzhong was also injured and bleeding.
Simply speaking, although he was a little dizzy due to blood loss, it was far from fatal because no important parts were injured.
But for Zhongyuan Zhongya, the injury does not seem to be that important. What really made him unbearable was the mud and blood covering his body. This made him breathless, and his gray-headed look made him look extremely embarrassed!
This is undoubtedly a new black history in the work history of the elegant Zhongyuan Zhongye.
Of course, when talking about all this, it is also thanks to the smiling young man in front of Zhongyuan Zhongya, who is similar to him in age, the Chinese who calls himself Han Fei.
According to Nakahara Chuuya's observation, his power seems to be to jade the stone he touches, and then make it move quickly towards the place Han Fei wants to reach, thus creating great inertia and seriously injuring the enemy.
But no matter how hard Nakahara Chuuya's arms and legs are trained, they can't compare to jade. Even if his superpower allows him to fly extremely high, other people's jade can fly higher than him.
For this kind of superpower, Zhongyuan Zhongya originally planned to attack at close range. But what he didn't expect was that the moment he approached Han Fei, the young man's figure turned into a ball of flying feathers and disappeared.
Then, he quickly appeared not far away and gave Nakahara Chuuya a heavy blow again.
Zhongyuan Zhongya felt pain and knelt down on one knee.
Damn it, what should I do? he thinks.
At this moment, the phone rang, probably from my companion Kirihara Sawa, announcing support!
Zhongyuan Zhong also answered the call, but didn't say a word. He just threw the phone beside him.
The phone was probably smashed, and several pieces of plastic fell to Han Fei's feet.
"Yes, there is him," Nakahara Chuuya stood up, took off his hat, and casually dusted off the dirt on it. Determination flashed between his brows again, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Hey, that clown named Han Fei, your abilities won't end here, right? I'm so disappointed!"
"What did you say?" Han Fei stamped his feet and lifted a bigger stone with both hands.
As the stone gradually turned emerald green, Nakahara Chuuya's fists became tighter and tighter. His whole body glowed red, ready to fight again at any time.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Han Fei shouted with all his strength, and the jade stone was released, drawing a perfect parabola in the air.
"Here we come." Nakahara Chuya murmured excitedly with his eyes widened.
