"It's getting late, I'll take you back. Even if you are capable, you're just a child. It's almost half past eight. It's not good to go back alone."

"Hey?! No, no need, don't bother you..."

Misaka Mikoto, who wanted to break the rules of Academy City on the road, use her electromagnetic ability to absorb metal in the distance, and accelerate herself, waved her hands and refused, but Yong Ye seemed to have anticipated her thoughts and asked bluntly.

"Don't you want to use your abilities on the street? That's not okay? It's forbidden to use your abilities in public, so you won't forget?"

"But! Don't use..."

"No but, let's go, I'll take you back."

"Ahhhh---!!"

Anyway, Yong Ye still sent Misaka Mikoto back, so Misaka Mikoto couldn't use her abilities, so she didn't catch up with the access control.

At the gate of Tokiwadai's dormitory, an oval-faced young woman wearing glasses looked down at Misaka, who was running and running, exhausted, and she was still trembling.

The dormitory of Tokiwadai Middle School was standing in front with an extremely cold face. Looking at such a face, Misaka Mikoto felt like a mouse being stared at by a cat. She couldn't cry if she wanted to cry. , cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

"Misaka, it's already nine minutes and thirteen seconds ago that the lights out time has passed. Can you tell me why you're still outside?"

"That...this, this..."

"There seems to be no reason."

Misaka Mikoto stuttered and was speechless. She could only watch the housekeeper approaching. She was so frightened that she closed her eyes and waited to die, but at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps behind her.

"Wait a minute."

Seizing the opportunity, Yong Ye, who was dormant at the corner, appeared at the right time.

"Guardian? Um... Teacher Yong Ye? What's wrong with being so late?"

She lifted her glasses and narrowed her eyes to look at Yong Ye, and after recognizing that Yong Ye was Tokiwatai's teacher, the hostel's expression softened a lot. Only for managed students.

"I was a little worried about Misaka-san's situation, so I came here. Don't blame her. She was actually helping me find a bad boy who bullied girls, so I came back a little late. I can guarantee the legitimacy of her late arrival. , so don't blame her."

"Is that so? Since you are assisting security guard Misaka, you should have said it earlier, really..."

"Huh?! Ah, yes! I'm sorry to be nervous..."

The dormitory easily believed Yong Ye's words, and Misaka Mikoto couldn't help being stunned, but she quickly reacted.

At this time, Misaka Mikoto realized that the full meaning of what Yong Ye said about the intense night patrol also fully felt the tension and excitement, and this was indeed too exciting for her...

Although it was all nerve-wracking within a safe range, it was much more terrifying than a roller coaster ride...

Misaka Mikoto, who had lingering fears, fled into the dormitory with fear, while Yongye exchanged contact information with the dormitory at the door of the dormitory to facilitate the management of students and then left.

From Misaka's actions and eyes, she could feel her fear of the dormitory, so Yong Ye felt that this kind of education would definitely have a profound impact, which was much better than pure preaching, and according to the educational significance, it allowed him to save him. A young girl, and at the same time... also satisfied his bad taste.

Well, he would never admit that, this behavior is more just out of his own bad taste.

The night gradually deepened. On the way back home alone, Yong Ye unconsciously looked at the dark night sky and thought of his own name...

"Yongye... Who the **** came up with this lousy name? It's not as good as the original ward number 05, or should I just change the name to Zero Five?... Why does the name Zero Five always feel a little... strange?"

Confused and puzzled, Yong Ye thought about his name, and accidentally thought of zero-five, feeling that if the word zero-five were to be used as a name, it would give him a strange feeling. How strange is it? Bad judgment.

Maybe after a while, the memory will be restored to understand?

With this kind of thought in mind, Yong Ye didn't think about the things he didn't understand for the time being. After showing up at the branch, he ate on the roadside. After eating, he returned to the apartment where he lived, and prepared for himself after going to bed. Cover the quilt, just like an ordinary person, thinking about the students' affairs and the nearby security affairs, and then went to sleep like this.

The night was fleeting, and when consciousness regained its consciousness, the radiance of dawn, which strongly advocated its own existence, illuminated the room through the white curtains that could not block the sunlight. The chirping of birds outside the window seemed to be urging the room. The owner got up.

Very bland sleep, but I don't know why I was able to fall asleep on a hard bed that didn't even add a mattress, just a bed sheet, and then woke up in the morning light, Yong Ye felt so comfortable and speechless.

He propped up his upper body from the bed and stared blankly at the white curtains that were constantly swaying by the wind. Have you ever been a sleepless person before?

He got up and walked to the window, squinting at the morning light, Yong Ye's thoughts were once again a little far away.

A person who doesn't sleep...theoretically it should be impossible, but...why?

Could it be that...is troubled by dreams? Now, he often has some very strange dreams that people are constantly fighting, and there are even pictures of himself fighting on the battlefield.

For example, the most profound dream for him is mainly...

He was constantly roaring by beasts, full of blood and viscera, the stench of burning corpses, and the depleted land was full of corpses on the battlefield.

If the dream is to be called a dream, it is too real, so clear that even the five senses of the whole body, such as hearing, smell, taste, and vision, do not think it is a dream at all.

In the dream, he was constantly fighting, without allies, alone on the battlefield, fighting alone.

There are human beings, monsters, orcs, all kinds of strange enemies, and he just keeps wielding the sword in his hand with one heart and one mind. , as if it was only born to kill the enemy—monster.

Thinking in my head that this is not me at all, on the other hand, thinking in my heart that this is the real me, it feels incredible.

After some tragic killing, he was the only one left standing on the battlefield at the end, with only a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood beside him.

I don't know how many times, he once again became the victor, his feet were reluctantly standing, his body was full of scars, he couldn't find his way back, could not find a way to go back, he could only drag his dying body, and set foot on it. Unknown road, rush to a new battlefield.

There was no sadness, no anger, and at the end of the battle, there was only numbness and coldness, and... confusion.

Every time he thinks of things on the battlefield, Yong Ye can't help but be affected by that emotion, although he doesn't know what is going on, he doesn't know what happened to him before, and he went there to find it. many enemies.

Yong Ye knew that there were many mysteries in his body, but he didn't know how many, and because the accidental fragments were too out of the scope of common sense, he couldn't believe that it was his own experience in reality.

Going to bed around ten o'clock, Yong Ye woke up at 5:30 in the morning, patted his face after washing up, left those dream fragments behind, looked at the long knife as usual, hesitantly wanted to grab it but endured Living.

"In this day and age, no matter how you think about it, guns are more powerful, there is no reason to use a knife, and the scabbard is already scarred. If this is really my former companion, let it rest..."

Wearing the uniform of a police officer, he looked at the pistol in the gun belt at his waist, and wanted to bring a knife because he didn't know why, he felt that he could feel at ease with the knife, but in the end he decided to give it to himself. Taking a vacation for that weather-beaten sword is like taking a vacation for someone who somehow has a mysterious and complicated past.

After that was decided, he nodded secretly, and then left the room with no other decorations and no life atmosphere except for the bed, wardrobe, refrigerator, washing machine, dryer and other assisted living furniture and appliances.

There is no special thing to do. In fact, he is the same as himself on the battlefield in memory. He is alone.

There is no pressure, no burden, and no negative emotions. I just have doubts about my existence. Then, in order to prevent myself from thinking about things that I have no answers, I started jogging in Academy City, preventing possible crimes by the way. .

As it approached six in the morning, most people in the city were still asleep.

The three spiral blades of the power-generating windmill that can be seen everywhere, under the light of dawn, slowly rotate and stir the cool air left from last night.

The surroundings were quiet, and all that could be heard was the sound of Yong Ye's own footsteps running on the cold concrete road.

However, while running, under the sunlight in the early morning, when he passed a relatively remote alley, he found that there were actually pairs of couples everywhere.

"The current students are really... Forget it, anyway, in high school, the school doesn't prohibit dating."