“That person… fits Hyakki’s criteria.”

“You don’t like him?”

Dazai’s tone was playful as he noticed Hyakki’s uncharacteristic disdain for a strong individual.

Hyakki, confused, touched the item on his head. It was the second gift he’d received, but why did it feel like rabbit ears? Did people in ancient times also use long items as decorations?

“It’s not that I dislike him, it’s just that he doesn’t excite me,” Hyakki replied, looking bored. “In the circle of ability users, he’s quite strong, with high growth potential. When he uses his ability, it strips the abilities of other users on a large scale, causing them to manifest as humanoid forms and engage in battle with their owners…”

“By the way, if you’re planning to kill him, do it soon. He currently isn’t under the protection of the Japanese government, but that might change in the future.”

“I’ll consider this information as a parting gift. If you need anything in the future, give me a call.”

The white-haired boy survived, obtained information about Hyakki and the Hounds of Tindalos, and eliminated the potentially threatening Hyakki, achieving three goals in one go.

Dazai didn’t stop his departure and asked, “Where will you go next?”

The white-haired boy touched the studded collar around his neck and smiled faintly. “I’ll go back after seeing a little tiger.”

If you want to visit in Yokohama, you must see the white tiger.

“Bye-bye.”

The young, yet-to-be-fully-developed demon king of this world cheerfully bid farewell to the two, ready to meet up with Nakajima.

Inside the ice cream shop, the two remaining sat by the window, their figures blurred.

Dazai began tackling his partially melted sundae, shoveling the excess into Hyakki’s mouth.

Hyakki: “??!”

“Don’t waste it,” Dazai said cheerfully, a stark contrast to his earlier cold demeanor with Hyakki. “Hyakki is paying for this, after all. We need to save money; I already spent all of this month’s salary!”

Dazai, the spending expert, had already blown through his first month’s salary on numerous items.

Stepping out of the shop, Dazai covered his overly sweetened cheek. “That marshmallow enthusiast ordered us something too sweet.” Hyakki had single-handedly finished almost two large sundaes, thanks to his powerful digestive system. Standing amidst a crowd full of lively energy, he held Dororo’s hand, his mind focused solely on the person beside him.

“Mori suggests you get some sun to help your skin adjust to the outside temperature and UV rays.”

Dazai mentally juggled numerous thoughts while maintaining a relaxed demeanor.

**I need to contact the Special Abilities Department.**

**Next target: use ‘No Longer Human’ to lure and kill Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.**

……

In the UK, amidst a pile of high-risk scientific equipment of unknown purpose, Kusuo was deeply engrossed in his work, calculating dimensional data. He was a bit slow to notice the pink-haired high school student standing nearby, his expression cold.

“Kusuo, you’re back?”

Kusuo hurriedly reached for his shielding helmet to prevent his thoughts from being heard.

Kusuo wasn’t wearing his suppressor!

In this state, Kusuo could destroy the world in three days, hear the thoughts of everyone globally, and possess powers that could effortlessly crush all other ability users.

**We’re out of coffee pudding…**

After Kusuo returned, he explained the reason and placed a mask in front of Kurumi.

He had exhausted himself walking the dog, finally managing to return by adjusting their timelines. He didn’t want to delve into what Kurumi had been up to during this time. He had hoped c would help him find a weakness, but instead, Kurumi had gotten lost in his research, potentially veering off track and creating something groundbreaking.

**I need to find this person, they’re the one who brought that dog.**

“Oh, this incomplete monkey, I know.”

**…**

Kusuo suddenly didn’t want to delve into Kurumi’s thought process any further, but he accidentally received the “signal.”

Human → Monkey → Hyakki → Incomplete human → Incomplete monkey.

Summary: **Why does Kusuo care about monkeys?**

This conclusion came from a jealous little brother with a masochistic streak.