In the early morning, gentle sunlight spilled down as streams of bustling pedestrians flowed along the streets, beginning new lives beneath its soft glow. But not everyone was the same...
"Once I learn Master Kanonji's Spirit Bomb, I'll definitely shoot down that sun that won't let people sleep properly." On the hospital rooftop, Wu Biao raised his middle finger at the sun hanging in the sky.
Of course, the sun definitely wasn't going to reply: Is that my fault?
Casually dusting off his white coat, Wu Biao grumbled irritably, "What the hell are you rushing me for? It's not like I'm refusing to clear her out. It's my time being wasted, so what the fuck does it have to do with you?"
Naturally, he was talking about that bastard who had invaded his dream yesterday. Brother Biao treated Hell's urging as nothing more than a fart. If you've got the guts, get yourself a body and fight me one-on-one.
I'll beat the shit out of you!
After badmouthing his superior for quite a while, Wu Biao wrinkled his nose and curled his lips. "I'm starving. Time to find somewhere to eat!"
His bloodshot eyes watched the nurse conducting the routine check leave. Takeuchi Sosuke's face looked exhausted to the extreme. He had not slept at all that night, continuously thinking back on every moment he had encountered that bald man who called himself a "Shinigami."
That Shinigami had known everything from the very beginning, back on the train. That was why he had acted that way on the train.
It was all to mock me, wasn't it?
Even the Shinigami who reaped souls looked down on me?
No wonder...
I really am useless!
"Big Brother..."
"One year is a long time."
"Big Brother, um, I want ice cream."
"..."