The Protagonist Always Wants to Find Someone to Commit Suicide With - Chapter 12

“Teacher, what does the annotation right here mean?”

“Let me take a look—” Dazai Osamu took a workbook delivered by a student. “This is a Chinese idiom; it’s perfectly normal that you haven’t encountered it before. The explanation provided right here is highly appropriate, merely read through it earnestly a few times and it will be fine.”

“Thank you, Teacher!”

The system watched that young lady who asked the question depart. “Are you planning to remain here and continue corrupting the flowers of the nation anew?”

“How can you voice things to this image about me? If your person could turn a fraction more reliable, we would have returned long ago.”

“Do you assume traversing across time-space parameters is that straightforward?! I require a duration of time to execute the preparations.”

“Ah, is that so? I oddly recall someone informing me yesterday that it couldn’t remain certain how long it required to prepare either. If your person requires a year to prepare, do I have to wait over on this side for that long too?”

“…”

One individual and one system were still locked in a dispute, when suddenly a knock resonated against the classroom door.

“Come in,” Dazai Osamu looked over as an individual clad in a school uniform pushed the door open.

“Excuse me… is this Teacher Dazai?”

“Mm,” Dazai nodded. “Does this student possess some parameter for seeking me out?”

“This,” the boy reached down to fish out a letter. “I simply ran into a long-haired man moments ago… he directed me to deliver this into your hands.”

“…” A long-haired man, Matoba Seiji?

Dazai took the letter, catching sight of the characters for the Matoba clan written across it without a single hint of surprise.

These old-brand exorcist lineages truly are hopelessly old-fashioned, Dazai unloosed a light sigh within his heart; reaching an era of this metric and they’re still writing letters… furthermore, since his person arrived, why not clarify the words face-to-face?

Matoba Seiji is indeed a total lunatic.

“Then I shall depart first, Teacher.”

“Mm, hassle for your trouble.”

“What’s written across the text?”

“How am I supposed to know, I haven’t audited it yet,” Dazai rotated his frame around with total slowness, and sure enough, caught sight of Natsume Takashi tracking his person with his focus.

Colliding with his gaze, Natsume Takashi lowered his head with a somewhat guilty heart; suddenly catching sight of someone delivering a letter to Dazai Osamu just now, he had instinctively felt it was a bit strange.

“Has everyone completed the exercises?” Dazai strode down from the lecture platform to the area below.

A majority of the room hoisted their hands. “Completed.”

“Then let’s have Natsume execute the explanations for everyone,” Dazai extended a hand to hoist Natsume Takashi’s workbook up. “Natsume-kun executed every single parameter correctly~”

Natsume Takashi lifted his head to track him, a flash of astonishment dancing within a pair of brown eyes that left a person feeling warmed merely by auditing them.

“Hassle for your trouble, Natsume,” Dazai rotated his frame. “Goodbye.”

“What do you intend to perform?”

Cutting a class right in the middle of a lecture to skip work truly un-disciplined.

“Mm…” Dazai lowered his head to track the ground panels, striking a deeply contemplative posture. A fine breeze drifted from the depths of the alleyway, flashing with a slight chill, yet leaving a person exceptionally comfortable.

Just as the system assumed his person was mentally evaluating some highly crucial matter, Dazai straightened his frame to wave a hand. “Haven’t settled my mind yet.”

System: Oh. I simply shouldn’t have assumed your person was mentally evaluating proper business. Coldness.jpg

“—In any case, let’s first audit what’s written across the text.”

“Mm?” Dazai unfurled the letter within his hand, catching sight of the pre-estimated parameters without a single surprise… inside the text, Matoba Seiji noted that through tracking investigations, they discovered the miasma was indeed linked with the yokai migration, and this time had roughly pinpointed the location. He also invited Dazai Osamu to proceed over to the Matoba clan’s estate to jointly deliberate over the specific arrangements.

Dazai caressed across the paper sheets, suddenly hitching a brow to extract a map sheet pinned tightly behind the letter paper.

Humming a brief tune, Dazai tore the letter into shards to toss them inside a trash bin, holding that map sheet within his grip. “Currently there are parameters to perform; we shall proceed to investigate this miasma.”

“Didn’t Matoba Seiji’s text direct your person to go seek him out to deliberate?”

“That counts merely as a safety measure parameter,” Dazai lifted his head to track the sunlight, before finding it dazzling to the metric where he couldn’t resist lifting a hand to block a fraction. “If he desires to investigate the source origin of the miasma, Matoba Seiji absolutely must borrow my capability.”

Auditing from past occurrences, whether it was Matoba Seiji or Natori Shuuichi, neither had witnessed a “miasma” capable of warping a yokai’s sanity before; hence, one could boldly speculate that the miasma emerged from an alternative time-space dimension.

Dazai lowered his focus; inside his core, since it wouldn’t take long before he could return to his original universe anyway, heading out to investigate this miasma currently was a better option—who knew whether a door might exist right over at that location too.

He swept a hasty glance over the map, before stuffing that paper sheet inside his pocket. “Letting me accompany them counts merely as a layer of insurance; since he delivered a map to me, he desires far more for my person to proceed out solo.” Merely tracking from the parameter that the counterpart simply sent a letter over without showing his person was sufficient to guess it.

Acting to this image stood to bypass unnecessary casualties, transforming into the most advantageous option for Matoba Seiji. But if Dazai Osamu held zero desire to perform this task, the joint deliberation mentioned behind counted as a layer of compromise too. After all, Matoba Seiji absolutely had to investigate this matter thoroughly.

“Though I don’t particularly favor this method of his execution, currently I have zero alternative but to proceed out solo,” Dazai spread his hands, looking somewhat helpless. “My capability cannot look after that massive of a crowd; what if the miasma holds efficacy against humans too that would transform into a hassle.”