❝YOU WERE JUST THE SAME AS KAZUTORA, KILLING OFF SOMEONE ELSE'S BROTHER.❞
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in which sano manjiro held a deep and unbearable pain inside his bandaged heart but still able to put...
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"i have a hypothesis, about your time-leap ability."
takemichi sweatdropped, looking at naoto's face that held all seriousness. only one thing came to his mind. "naoto has no common sense." yes, he didn't actually pay attention. just nodding from time to time to indicate the young officer that he was listening. but in reality, he really did pay no heed. naoto's wasting his saliva for nothing.
not that he did not want to, but he was, extremely tired and sleepy to even listen. naoto kept pestering him to get every information about the gang in his head. everything in a day, not giving our poor male lead a time to rest.
at this rate, he would constantly question the officer whether the information was really necessary to save his older sister.
"if there's one problem with your ability, its that you can only go to the current date 12 years ago." takemichi propped his elbow and rest his cheek on his palm. "there is something we could do now, please use the timeleap and go back to 12 years ago and meet with a certain person during you middle school time."
takemichi blink. "a certain person?"
naoto nodded and began walking to the board that was full of pictures and other stuffs takemichi didn't understand. "these are the 'touman' leaders." naoto place one hand on the board, a picture. a picture of a guy, probably still in his 20s, with a blond slick back hair and dead eyes. a tattoo visible on his neck.
and the other picture, was a man with glasses, creepy ass smile and gelled hair to the side.
"sano manjiro and kisaki tetta!"
pls kisaki looks like shit here 💀
only at the mentioned of the names, takemichi could practically feel the color on his face drain. their face could already show how scary they were. and yet, he was asking him to meet up with them. it's literally asking a murderer to kill him, take his life away leaving him dead on the sideways.
"if these two had never met, then the current tokyo manji gang wouldn't exist!"
one way or another, naoto's word did hit him.
"in other words, there'd be nothing for my sister to get dragged into and killed by." takemichi thought for a second and make a small nod.
"i get it. if i return to my middle school days and stop those two from ever meeting.." he paused.
"then the current touman wouldn't exist!" naoto continued takemichi's sentence. his voice not wavering even a bit.
"i get that but how am i supposed to go back to the past?"
naoto look over his shoulder. "i know the timeleap trigger."
hearing this, takemichi immediately stand up from sitting on the chair. eyes was slightly widen as if he's seen a ghost.
