After falling in love with the leader at first sight

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[Chapter 176: "Don't worry, I'll give you a small stool too." ]

"Wow--"

Dazai, who got off the car and arrived a step behind, looked at the ruins in front of him and couldn't help but admire.

"It looks like a fierce fight."

Hiiragi Mashiro looked sideways to the front. The half-broken high-rise building was crumbling. The dust and smoke obscured the view. Only two figures fighting against each other could be vaguely seen. The voice of talking came from the depths.

"...You will get hurt, bleed, and feel pain. What's the difference between you and humans, Paul?"

"Are you going to start saying this again? No matter how many lies you tell, they will never become true. You know best how I was born, don't you?"

Amid the angry rebuke, the dust and smoke finally dissipated. Just like the last battle on Leibo Street, two completely different powerful forces twisted each other. The extreme destructive power almost destroyed this space into a flat ground. The cement road under his feet cracked into countless fragments, and the mud that had never seen the sun turned over.

Surrounded by the golden subspace created by the supernatural power "Coloring Book", Verlaine changed from being elegant to extremely embarrassed. He staggered to his feet and stopped in the middle of the street. In front of him was Rimbaud who was also somewhat embarrassed. The golden words of the Coloring Book were suspended in the air.

Perhaps others did not know that they were once partners who had been through life and death together, companions who stood shoulder to shoulder, and close friends who had their backs turned to each other. They knew each other well enough. Before those unsolvable knots were entangled between them, they had been to countless places together and seen countless scenery, the height of the mountains, the vastness of the sea, the flowers blooming in the abyss of the lost path, the rising sun in the rural town after the storm, all those beautiful scenery they had seen together.

"Paul," the night wind blew, and Rimbaud's voice was filled with inexplicable fatigue. "In your opinion, all the experiences along the way were deceptions? Is there nothing worth remembering?" Their

eyes met, but Verlaine, who was wrapped in anger, could not hear any sound. There was only hatred in his eyes. Yes, he hated it. He hated the world, hated the species called humans, and hated his best friend who accompanied him but was completely different from him. All kinds of emotions were intertwined, dragging, and pulling him to hell.

Is there any way?

No.

From the moment he wanted to cut off the ugly emotions and pulled the trigger at Rimbaud, there was no way out.

So, that was no longer an answer that needed to be explored. Looking at the angry Verlaine, Rimbaud chuckled, the words flowed, and with the golden subspace wrapped in a huge airflow, Rimbaud attacked Verlaine in an instant.

The war that no one could intervene in started again. At a speed that was beyond the reach of vision, everything inside the subspace was suspended. Countless golden cubes turned into highly lethal bullets. The bullets seemed to tear the space apart as Rimbaud moved. No one dared to say that they could take on such an attack 100%, not even the equally famous Verlaine. But Verlaine refused to retreat. Deep in his heart, some strong emotions prompted him to make the black and red gravity field rise into the air, colliding with the golden subspace and blending with each other. No one gave in to the other, and the huge impact melted all objects.