Tangze: Maybe He Has Cerebral Palsy

"Wait, wait. I'm a little confused." Matsuda Jinpei pinched the bridge of his nose and raised a hand, stopping Hirotsugu Morofushi's explanation.

Understanding how he felt, Hirotsugu Morofushi stopped speaking at once and exchanged a look with Tangze, who was leaning against the back with his hands in his pockets and a can of soda in hand.

The surroundings fell completely quiet. Only the steady sounds of monitoring equipment could be heard. Matsuda Jinpei let out a breath, feeling his brain finally begin to work again.

The deafening roar from the explosion still echoed in his ears. His consciousness had vanished amid searing pain, and in the next second, accompanied by weightlessness and violently flashing blue light, he opened his eyes and found himself here. The first person he saw was a friend who had already died.

Could anyone really blame him for jumping to the conclusion that he had arrived in the world after death?

"So, you really did die... Fine, at least three years ago, you did. The information I got was true." Matsuda Jinpei spoke to confirm it, his voice somewhat dry. "I've also been dead for three years."

"Exactly three years," Tangze added, having successfully woken him up with the date. "Well, it might still be short by a few hours, but it's close enough."

The football match was still underway. Even if this bomber was going to act, it would not be now.

So strictly speaking, there were still a few hours left.

"Hey, leader..." Hirotsugu Morofushi shot him a sidelong glance, stopping Tangze from continuing his strange joke.

After returning to this world, he had no real complaints about his current life. But if the leader of their Phantom Thieves of Hearts had been a slightly more composed person... Forget it. A more composed