Novels aren't written like that anymore; a concept like yours won't find an audience.
Dazai Osamu was surprised. "Really! No way!"
Sawada Tsunayoshi pointed at him and shouted, "See! You say you have amnesia, but you never intended to act properly in the first place."
Dazai Osamu stuck out his tongue. "Oops, you caught me."
What a handful this person is!
Chapter 91: Literary Stream Day 11
Sawada Tsunayoshi was very angry, though this emotion could not strictly be called anger; it was more a sense of helplessness, a feeling of being speechless and exasperated by Dazai Osamu.
This person is truly difficult to deal with, even more capricious and deceptive than Byakuran.
Yes, disguise. Sawada Tsunayoshi could feel that a barrier always existed in the other person's heart, guarding against everyone. Even Oda Sakunosuke could not make him open his heart; that person always remained detached from the rest of the world.
Therefore, faced with Dazai Osamu's various antics, he was unable to take any concrete measures to resist, able only to repeatedly express his reluctance.
But was Dazai Osamu the type of person who would stop just because you were unwilling? Impossible. In this chaotic place, the people here spoke a language that Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't understand, so he could only try to converse with them using his somewhat fluent English and guesswork.
Dazai Osamu had been slacking off, always lying on the ground with a faint, ambiguous smile, as if he were waiting for a stray bullet to fall from the sky and send him to the other side of death.
Or he would just stare gloomily at the flustered Sawada Tsunayoshi, his dark eyes unreadable.
Finally, Sawada Tsunayoshi established contact with a faction and received help from them, which would allow him to send them to Japan.
According to that kind person's reminder, there was a faction heading toward Japan, they had advised him not to get involved, because that group of rogue forces was filled with an air of neurosis—a group of doomed people marching toward their own destruction.
Sawada Tsunayoshi thanked him for his kind reminder, then sought out Dazai Osamu, intending to drag him back to Japan along with him.
No.
Dazai Osamu refused outright, his eyes narrowing as he admired the eerie clouds in the sky, an aura of freedom radiating from him. "I plan to spend the rest of my life here. You can find your way back to Japan yourself, right? I've found this to be a good place; everyone here is just focused on killing each other, with no thoughts of 'you being good' or 'I am good' or 'everyone is good'—it's all just about surviving one more day or.."
“I think it's wonderful.”
Thank God for bringing us to such a wonderful place.
Dazai Osamu had a blissful smile on his face.
Sawada Tsunayoshi pursed his lips and clenched his fists in anger; he was infuriated.
But he said nothing, grabbing Dazai Osamu's clothes as he boarded the plane bound for Japan.
“From now on, I will keep you by my side, never letting you out of my sight; I will not let you die.”
Dazai Osamu's eyes rolled slightly as he said in an ambiguous tone, "What? Clinging on like this is not a good habit."
I am angry.
Dazai Osamu sat up and leaned closer to Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Why are you angry? Is our relationship so good that it's worth you putting so much effort into dragging me along?"
It's easy to stop being angry; you just need to let me stay here. Please, be a good person and satisfy my trivial wish; I long to stay right here.
Sawada Tsunayoshi said with a stiff expression, "I'm afraid I cannot."
How boring." Dazai Osamu's expression slumped. "Just because you think you're doing people good, doesn't mean everyone is longing to live.
Sawada Tsunayoshi said angrily, "As long as you're not in front of me, do whatever you want."
How could there be someone like this? He is being so unreasonable.
Dazai Osamu quieted down. He looked at the pure white clouds outside and let out a mocking smile, the corners of his mouth curling up. "Whatever you say."
The two remained silent. Having finally arrived in Japan, they went straight to Yokohama, which was still shrouded in an ominous aura, just as it always was.
Gloomy, irritable, the air itself carried an uneasy atmosphere.
Sawada Tsunayoshi found the way to the curry shop, as he reached the entrance, he saw a tall man in a gray cloak loading several crying children into a van.
They are Oda Sakunosuke's children.
They are in danger!
Without any wasted movement, Sawada Tsunayoshi activated his flames and rushed toward those men in gray robes, demanding angrily, "What do you intend to do to these children!"
From their movements alone, it was clear that they were clearly up to no good.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's movements were too fast; the gray-robed man didn't even see his movements before being pushed against the wall. Tsunayoshi carefully cradled the children in his arms, comforting them one by one.
The children wouldn't stop crying, each of them crying their hearts out.
This caused the fury in Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart to burn even more fiercely; no matter when, scum who lays hands on children is the most despicable of all.
The man in the gray robe let out a pained groan, but they did not flee; instead, they pulled out a device resembling a controller and attempted to press it.
"That won't do." Dazai Osamu's dangerous, low voice rang in the gray-robed man's ear, followed immediately by the crack of a breaking arm.
Dazai Osamu's face darkened visibly; he was angry, which was rare for him.
Sawada Tsunayoshi stopped his preparations; he had seen Dazai Osamu's actions long ago.
At that moment, the sound of stumbling, frantic footsteps came from the side, a red-haired man in a khaki trench coat appeared, his face wearing an expression of obvious terror.
Upon seeing him, the children struggled one by one out of Sawada Tsunayoshi's arms, tears and snot streaming down their faces as they ran toward him, shouting, "Oda Sakunosuke!"
In this world, Oda Sakunosuke held the children tightly in his arms, his eyes brimming with tears. He stroked their heads one by one, calling out each child's name in a hoarse voice.
That voice was squeezed out almost from the depths of his soul.
Sawada Tsunayoshi had long since experienced the drama of saving the future; the faint, almost imperceptible sensation of space-time intertwining was no accident—they had indeed arrived in the near future.
Sawada Tsunayoshi took a long look at the few survivors and glanced at the silent Dazai Osamu beside him. "Dazai-kun, do you believe in time travel?"
You might not believe me, but please follow my lead from now on. I won't harm you.
Dazai Osamu's eyes swirled with countless emotions; his entire being was as suppressed as a fishing boat on a rainy night, drifting aimlessly in the sea, lost and unsteady.
He wanted to laugh, wanted to use lighthearted words to change the subject with Sawada Tsunayoshi, but he couldn't.
In an instant, he thought of countless futures, countless reasons, countless endings.
For a clever person, only a tiny bit of clues is needed to grasp the whole situation and see through the truth.
How ironic. What can he do? What can he possibly do, having been brought here by fate?
Sudden travel to the future is an unbelievable thing; to an adult, it is no different from the sky falling, but to a youth, it is a trial from fate and his first step toward becoming a hero.
Sawada Tsunayoshi contemplated how to comfort Dazai Osamu.
Finally, he said seriously, "Join me in saving the future."
Yeah, that should definitely be fine.
Any chuunibyou would get excited hearing that.
Oda Sakunosuke, who had just finished comforting the children and noticed someone approaching with suspicious intent: "Huh?"
Dazai Osamu, who had been lost in conspiracy theories and frantic planning: "Huh?"
Chapter 92: Literary Stream Day 12
Yokohama does not lack smart people; in fact, smart people are everywhere here. Even the seemingly simple and unpretentious Oda Sakunosuke is indeed very sharp, it's just that he doesn't use his wits very often.
With just a brief meeting and a few words, they quickly understood the situation, then Oda Sakunosuke accepted it.
Ah, I know about this, it's a parallel world setting.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: "So professional."
Oda Sakunosuke, with a plain and unadorned face, said earnestly, "I have read a fair amount of novels, after all."
Such a plain statement, such a normal statement!
I don't even know if I should even comment on this.
Alright, let's stop the banter here. Oda Sakunosuke had already explained their situation, Dazai Osamu was tapping away at a computer.
He didn't know what he saw, but his expression turned grim, after a flurry of rapid typing, he successfully made the computer smoke.
Sawada Tsunayoshi could tell he was very irritable, so he did not disturb Dazai Osamu.
After a while, Dazai Osamu seemed to have finished his business and said to Oda Sakunosuke, "I've found a safe house for you. Take the kid there first, leave the rest to me."
Sawada Tsunayoshi silently raised his hand. "And me."
"Don't try to act tough all by yourself," he said with his eyes.
The children had already been coaxed to sleep by Oda Sakunosuke, though their small hands still held onto his clothes for a sense of security.
Count me in as well," Oda Sakunosuke added calmly. "This matter began because of me, it is not something I can escape just by wanting to. They will not let me go.
For the sake of the children, I must also clear the obstacles.
That's right, Oda Sakunosuke's greatest weakness was his children; no matter where he placed them, he could never feel at ease. There was only one safe way, that was to eliminate all the enemies directly.
Dazai Osamu's expression was grim, almost cutting off his thoughts with cold indifference: "Oda Sakunosuke, you can't do it alone. Are you trying to take on the Port Mafia and international mercenaries by yourself?"
“You can, but what about these children?”
He pointed this out almost sharply.
Oda Sakunosuke let out a sigh of realization, "So there are Port Mafia factors involved as well; no wonder."
Hey, hey, hey, are you being a bit too calm right now? This isn't the time for lamenting, is it?
Dazai Osamu also choked up for a moment; they had both been defeated by Oda Sakunosuke.
Sawada Tsunayoshi reflected for a moment; this world moved too quickly, he hadn't noticed many things, so he could only find reliable people from a limited number of individuals.
It seems, it feels as if one truly exists.
Tsunayoshi asked tentatively, "Have you heard of the Detective Agency?"
Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke turned their heads together, one looking bewildered and the other lost in thought.
Sawada Tsunayoshi continued, "I know a member of the Detective Agency; he is very smart, he told me that if I run into trouble, I can go to the Detective Agency to seek help."
Uh, I met him in the original world.