This article is also known as "I am no longer a human being after becoming Mission: Impossible", "Jumping repeatedly on the red and black lines" and "Where are you from?" ! !
Tsushima Shitsu
Power: "Setting Sun"
Inscription: "Live beautifully in the world you love"
Instructed by: Natsume Soseki, Mori Ogai
Footprints: Port Mafia, Chaldea, Black Organization, Hound, The Five Declines of Heaven and Man...
Identity: Experimental subject, policeman, undercover agent, heroic spirit (cursed spirit), false god...
"Six-petal Sakura·Police Academy"
The morning light penetrates the mist, and the fallen cherry blossoms are flying like snow. The young man raised his sake, his clear eyes reflecting on the rim of the glass:
"Jin takes this wine to wish you all good luck in martial arts."
"See you soon."
The vows sank deep into my heart, and I only hoped that one day, we could stand side by side under the dawn light and witness the never-fading cherry blossoms in this land.
"Suigetsu Kyoka·Organization"
At the end of the dark corridor, Gin's voice was as cold as a blade:
"Your code name, Cognac."
The mirror reflected his waveless face, rubbing shoulders with the old friend in his memory:
"... Long time no see."
The road ahead is a bottomless cold pool. There is no way back or retreat. Every step breaks the reflected moonlight.
"Hollow Doll·Port"
In the dim room, Morio Gai stood in front of the resurrected Oda Sakunosuke, with a smile as perfect as a carefully painted mask:
"Oda-kun, how does it feel to be alive again?"
When he turned to leave, the hem of Oda Sakunosuke's windbreaker drew a sharp arc, leaving a light farewell:
"Let's go, puppet."
The existence is as blank as paper, and even the echo of the soul seems empty.
"Glory Morning Star·Metropolitan Police Department"
Under the spotlight, the police badge reflected a cold light on his shoulder straps. He looked down at all living beings, and his voice penetrated the silence clearly:
"I will reach the top of Japan's police force in the name of 'Tsumasa'."
A whisper came from the shadows:
"Congratulations on the promotion."
The only truth was wrapped in thick fog, and he was standing in the center of the thickest vortex of fog.
... ...
The threads of thousands of worlds were entangled, broken, and reconnected at his fingertips. The broken crown is suspended above the torrent of fate, and the gods whisper, crowning authority and curse on this only soul that walks in all the cracks.
There will be OOC, and there is a high probability that CP will kill you.
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Intention: The crown is a shackle, the destiny is a blade, and I walk alone in the morning and dusk of thousands of worlds.