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me by the end of January :

“That’s enough Ango… 

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS WAN ! CHAPTER 77

PRETTY FAST UPDATE EVERYONE !!! I kinda think this chapter would have any connection with christmas or new years and it turn out to be Dark Era chapter XD (it’s good things of course, it’s really a long time ago we have dark era trio)

first, I’m reallllly sorry for anyone wait on my i7 translation, I try to gather my mood and turned out that I really have mood to translate bsd wan so for i7 it need to hold later~

second, seems next year (I mean day after tommorow) I gonna be busy so don’t suprise if I can’t update this manga (or other translation) as fast as now~

it’s not I busy with real life, it’s just that I need to focus on some games like i7 (I still wait for it’s part 4 story), some voltage game I abandon until MasKiss come out, fgo mobile (which I just finished it’s last chapter, and really touch my feels) and fgo arcade if it came to my country soon (I really plan to become whaler on that arcade game XD)

okay, to main part this time is about Dark Era Trio (so we have some previous chapter referance). I kinda sad reading this, like think that Ango really feels guilty for their friendship got broke

When Odasaku opens his eyes the first thing he sees are the blades of a fan turning lazily above him. Everything is white and light. There’s silence, and the louvres of a half-shuttered window throws slatted shadows on to the wall. A smell of flowers comes to him, and when he turns his head in the direction of this perfume, he sees Dazai sitting on a chair a short distance away, a vase of flowers beside him. He comes to his bedside immediately, and puts a cool hand on his head.

“I thought you were dead,” Dazai says, looking for a moment like a small, lost child teetering on the edge of tears.

I was, he thinks, closing his eyes, and seeing only a long fall of luxurious black hair, a slim face of creamy skin and bright violet eyes, the sweet perfume amidst the metallic effluvium of blood that had hung over the room. Her raw curses sounds again in his ears, cutting harshly through the silence.

“She saved me.” Odasaku admits in a low voice.

Dazai stills almost imperceptibly. “She?”