When the sunlight of a new day shone in, Tsunayoshi Sawada was still sleeping soundly.

He once had a period of time when he had severe insomnia. It was probably when he just came to Italy from Japan. The little godfather, who was unfamiliar with the place, suffered from insomnia on his first night in a foreign land.

Originally, no one cared as it was just jet lag, except for Jigokudera and Yamamoto who provided many scientific, unscientific, strange and not-so-strange methods, one with a worried look and the other with a chuckle. Sawada Tsunayoshi still couldn't sleep peacefully.

It was only later that I realized that this was probably the first time he had been away from home and away from Nana's mother for such a long time. Although he appeared to be smiling and joking, and even when his mother was worried about his life, she was comforted by the fact that at least they had a phone call and video call, and they could keep in touch no matter where they went.

But when he was alone in the empty room, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help but tear up.

How old was he then? He had just graduated from junior high school, and was supposed to continue his high school studies at Namimori Junior High School. As the ninth generation grew older and his health deteriorated, he became a member of a traditional Italian high school. On the surface, it was a high school that continuously produced high-level talents, but in the eyes of those in the know, it actually had another name: a mafia school.

And Sawada Tsunayoshi was forced to leave his mother early.

It is said that the tutor had long wanted to treat his Nana Sawada's addiction, but had never found a suitable opportunity, so he only planned to carry out desensitization treatment in the long run. Unexpectedly, the ninth generation suddenly encountered a big problem. He fainted when he was about to go out after handling official business. Therefore, the tenth generation, who was already set in stone, had to take over the scepter of power in advance and run back and forth between study and career.

This was also the time when the relationship between Timoteo the Ninth and his adopted son Xanxus began to heat up.

The misunderstanding between the two people showed signs of melting after Sawada Tsunayoshi's first year of junior high school. When the ninth generation almost fainted, the first person to discover it was not a family member in the castle, but Xanxus, who had nothing to do and stayed in Varian all day.

When Tsunayoshi Sawada moved into the Vongola Castle, Xanxus somehow also returned to live in the Vongola Castle.

So when the little godfather was diligently handling his official duties and the ninth generation was instructing him, Xanxus would just eat some fruit nearby, and if he came across something that wasn't very tasty, he would just stuff it into his father's mouth with his crutches. While Tsunayoshi Sawada was studying diligently, Xanxus, who was said to be an outstanding graduate of the Black Hand Academy, was sleeping soundly in his study room, with a book that he had just pulled out spread out and covering the young man's face. In the midst of Xanxus's snoring, Tsunayoshi Sawada not only had to resist the disturbance caused by his snoring, but also had to resist the love of the ninth generation, who would come over on crutches to cover his sleeping son with a small blanket.

...If you really want to sleep, just go to bed, damn it!

Under the gentle gaze of his elders, the Godfather was completely defenseless and could only surrender with both hands, and plunged into a new war with tears of satisfaction.

It’s okay, at least he and grandpa (not) are together every day.

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought sadly, and even felt that his ring lit up to echo his thoughts.

But even in this situation, Sawada Tsunayoshi still couldn't sleep all night, dark circles soon appeared under his eyes, and his friends began to care for him closely.

Later, Reborn held up a bomb and sat beside his bed, telling him that this was the Vongola way of falling asleep - if he didn't close his eyes when he counted to three, the bomb would be activated, and if he didn't fall asleep within thirty seconds of the bomb being activated, he would be blown to the sky.

Under the guidance of Peng Geli's sleeping method, Sawada Tsunayoshi successfully became a successful person who could fall asleep within 30 seconds whenever he wanted to sleep, regardless of the time or place.

Therefore, when the sunlight shone through the gap on the top of the container, as the black-haired boy turned over and spread out, the brown-haired boy turned over and hugged the pillow, rolling around unconsciously without waking up... This scene did not happen without warning.

At least until Sawada Tsunayoshi woke up and saw his aggrieved sleeping posture and Dazai Osamu lying on his back, he could only accept the reality with aggrieved attitude.

As a child laborer in the port mafia, Dazai Osamu had a special status, so he was able to sleep until noon.

To be more trendy, this is called flexible working hours. After all, going to bed at three in the morning and getting up at ten in the morning is also in line with the eight-hour work system.

Although the port mafia does not have an eight-hour workday.

But on this day, when he woke up, he smelled a strange smell that didn't seem to belong in his container.

He opened his eyes, sat up, and looked in the direction where the smell came from with some confusion.

Is it food?

But it feels...

Dazai Osamu, who had defeated 99% of the cats in the world by turning on his computer, hadn't figured out what the smell was like when he heard a "bang" sound coming from not far away.

The black-haired boy, who was familiar with this sound, woke up immediately, his mind running at a very fast speed, and he had transitioned from "What happened? Was it an explosion? Was it an enemy attack? Is someone really going to attack him?" to whether he could take this opportunity to die. Then he fixed his eyes and instantly returned to mediocrity from his excited state.

The young man, who had seen what had happened, yawned idly and prepared to return to bed.

"Oh, did I wake you up?"

Before Dazai Osamu shrank into the quilt, Sawada Tsunayoshi noticed the other person's gaze and turned around, scratching his head a little shyly.

Dazai Osamu, who was about to wrap himself up like a cat, poked his head out.

"What are you doing?" he asked expressionlessly.

Sawada Tsunayoshi said "Oh".

"I'm making breakfast." He gestured, "but it doesn't seem to match your furniture... Haha, do you want some thick omelette?"

That's a really good question.

Dazai sniffed the air and bet the wig that Mr. Mori was about to buy that it was not the smell of omelette.

He felt that this was not even the smell of normal food, this burnt smell, this smell that quickly dissipated after the explosion... How could this person say that he was making breakfast?

Is he frying the kitchen?

But where did he get the kitchen here?

Dazai Osamu sat up cross-legged with a quilt wrapped around him. He stretched his neck to take a look and found two boxes piled on the ground, which seemed to be the tools used by Sawada Tsunayoshi to commit the crime.

He thought about it and found the origin of the two boxes in the dusty corner of his memory.

——I won it in a lottery when I went to the store to buy a scalpel and a bandage while helping Mr. Mori get soy sauce.

However, Dazai Osamu had nothing to do with cooking, so these small appliances that made housewives jealous were abandoned in a corner after being delivered to their homes.

It is only today that their original value has been realized.

Dazai Osamu stared at the thick omelette for a long time, which looked really ugly (emphasized), but he couldn't make any sense of it, so he put down his knife and fork in a clumsy manner.

"No, I don't want to eat that," he muttered. "A morning without work should start with a can of crab meat, not this darkness."

Sawada Tsunayoshi felt subtly guilty.

He poked his "work" with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth with a bitter face. His original attempt to prove that "although it looks ugly, it actually tastes good" was shattered into bubbles the next moment.

Even the chef who created this dark dish cannot say such words with a flattering face.

Sawada Tsunayoshi also put down his knife and fork.

"I see." He said solemnly, "Then let's go eat canned crab meat... No, let's eat crab meat dishes."

Dazai Osamu originally thought that he would still struggle a bit - isn't that common? Even though he is wrong, he will still twist his neck and say no. In this situation, even if it is not delicious, he will still say it is delicious.

He was somewhat surprised to see the other side surrender so quickly.

But this is not a big deal, instead the crab meat dish is more important.

Thinking of delicious food, Dazai Osamu felt that his taste buds had begun to imagine the taste of delicious dishes.

So he raised his hand and cheered like a primary school student.

"Yeah, let's eat crab meat!"

Just like a little kid.

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought, resting his chin on his hand.

He took Dazai Osamu, who was originally prepared to soak in kelp in the container for the whole day, out. The other party said that there was the best crab meat restaurant in Yokohama, and this was their destination.

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought about it, looked at the price of the food in the store, counted the little money he had left after smuggling, and decided to save some money as a reserve.

His finger wandered among the people in the address book, and finally he pressed one with a fearless attitude.

"Eh? Mr. Editor 2?"

Dazai Osamu, who was holding him, made a puzzled sound.

When Tsunayoshi Sawada heard the child say the other person's name in the address book, he couldn't help but close his eyes tightly, revealing a mask of pain.

"Teacher! Is that you, teacher?"

The voice of Editor 2 came quickly from the other end of the line. It was a voice of a middle-aged man with suppressed excitement. It penetrated the phone and entered Sawada Tsunayoshi's ears, making the young man's painful expression more obvious.

Tsunayoshi Sawada tried hard to appear cool and calm.

"Yes, it's me."

A middle-aged man screamed from the other side.

"teacher!!!!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

He silently raised the phone and held it further away from himself.

The person on the other side quickly realized his own gaffe, coughed, and turned his state back to normal.

"I have been waiting for your call, teacher." He cried about his waiting. "It has been seven months, three days, eight hours and twenty-seven minutes since you handed me the second chapter of "About This Matter" last time."

The middle-aged man's voice came, with a hint of sorrow and complaint: "Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

He began to think about the possibility of making the call himself.

However, when I turned around, I saw Dazai Osamu sitting beside me, seemingly waiting obediently.

The Godfather, who had not yet discovered the troublemaker's nature, could sometimes be deceived. Under the extremely deceptive performance of the other party, he resolutes himself and comforts the editor.

"It's like this," Sawada Tsunayoshi said a little reservedly after some soothing and pleasantries, "Regarding the royalties for 'This Thing'..."

"Oh, since we haven't been able to contact you personally, we dare not act rashly. We are keeping them all for you."

The other party spoke quickly, and just after hearing this sentence, Sawada Tsunayoshi knew that today's meal had been settled.

Finally finding the logic behind his series of actions, Dazai Osamu tilted his head to look at the brown guy, and suddenly chuckled with an expressionless face.

Is this the legendary Amaterasu?

Dazai Osamu thought in boredom, watching the brown-haired boy chatting with the grieving editor2.

He seemed very relaxed, and probably had a good relationship with the other party, perhaps even a "friend".

When Dazai Osamu learned through his own intelligence channels that this former god was about to return to his homeland, he had actually already looked up some information about him.

Of course, most of these things have been sealed up in the basement of the government intelligence agency, but Dazai Osamu still found some clues and learned a lot about the other party's past.

So I'm a little curious.

An artificial god created by the country, abandoned after fighting for the country - knowing this but still wandering abroad, what kind of mood will [Amaterasu] be in when she returns to her homeland?

Dazai Osamu had imagined the other party's reaction a little.

After all, even a "god" would be disturbed by his emotions, and of course it is not ruled out that he is indeed a "weapon", then the ending would not be very interesting.

However, he really has nothing to do recently. Mori Ogai has just taken office and has not yet established his foothold. His existence is an important evidence of the legitimacy of the other party as the leader of the port mafia.

Mori Ou was wary of him, but had to keep him.

Most of the time, Dazai Osamu thought this was a very boring thing, but occasionally when he thought of Mori Ogai's distressed expression when he was calculating because of him, he would childishly think that this was his great victory.

The same is true for Sawada Tsunayoshi. Out of "curiosity", Dazai Osamu hopes to be able to "observe" him from a close distance.

Will it feel sad? Or will it be like a robot with no reaction? In the end, can the monster created truly have human emotions? If it is just a string of codes, then isn't Mr. Mori's Alice based on the same principle?

Curiosity suddenly erupted like a small volcano, but when he was next to this guy, Dazai Osamu felt bored again.

It was an unexpected result, but also a boring ending.

He understood the moment he saw Sawada Tsunayoshi.

The little god who talked to him about this country, this city, and the people with special abilities here had neither indifference nor resentment in his eyes. The past seemed to be nothing but smoke in his eyes, and when he heard about the survival of ordinary people and people with special abilities in this city, what he revealed in his eyes was a sorrow as great as that of gods and Buddhas.

That's ridiculous.

Dazai Osamu thought.

To darkness, overly strong flames and light may actually be a deadly poison.

…

Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't know what Dazai Osamu was thinking.

After he mumbled and said perfunctorily to the editor that he would definitely finish it next time, he turned around and saw Dazai Osamu with an empty expression like a salted fish.

He hesitated for a moment, then waved his cell phone in front of the other person.

"Dazai?"

The black-haired, ivy-eyed young man raised his head and opened his mouth like a dehydrated salted fish.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: “?”

He twitched his lips, remembering that his younger brother Rambo would occasionally have the same expression when he felt hungry before the age of five. He thought for a moment and spoke tentatively.

"We're going to eat the crab dishes soon, Dazai, do you want to clean up?"

Dazai Osamu sat up suddenly.

"I originally wanted to get up early today and go into the water to experience Tokyo Bay at noon," he said, "but the delicious crab dishes attracted me."

He held Sawada Tsunayoshi's hands and said boldly, "Let's go! I'll go in the water after we finish eating!"

...Wait, did you say something weird? Are you Yamamoto Takeshi?

…

After calming down, he recalled that even his dear Awu would not say such a cheerful thing as going into the water.

Sawada Tsunayoshi inevitably thought of his friend.

In the early days, Sawada Tsunayoshi and Yamamoto Takeshi were not very familiar with each other.

After all, one of them is a "good-for-nothing" who can't succeed in anything and is therefore despised by countless peers, while the other is a campus star with wide connections and a brilliant reputation.

The most contact that Tsunayoshi Sawada had with the other party was when he was embarrassed in class. Seeing that he was really embarrassed, Yamamoto, who had a good personality, would take the initiative to bring up new topics - either starting a chat that everyone was interested in, or inviting people to play ball together. In short, when they were just ordinary classmates, Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that he had received many "favors" from Yamamoto Takeshi.

What really made them familiar with the incident was the jumping incident that shocked the whole school in the first grade of junior high school.

Yamamoto Takeshi, who had always been a campus star, sat on the rooftop. The young man, with one hand in a cast, was so depressed that he said that the baseball god would no longer protect him and he would give up his life and jumped off the rooftop.

It was Sawada Tsunayoshi who rushed out to save him.

The two people who had once been the observer and the observed finally had an intersection, and later they became close friends. He even occupied a crucial part in Yamamoto Takeshi's life, so much so that the other party had made a plan early on, and after winning the Grand Slam, he would stop and become an ordinary (not) Rain Guardian of the Vongola.

Tsunayoshi Sawada and Takeshi Yamamoto used to complement each other.

One of them is a gray loser, the other is a shining campus star; one shouts and says he will do something at all costs, the other tries to give up his life because of setbacks.

But even when Yamamoto was at his lowest point, he would never casually say he wanted to "get into the water."

Tsukichi Sawada took Dazai Osamu to the crab meat restaurant he mentioned. After watching the black-haired boy happily ordering plate after plate of crab meat dishes, he couldn't help but hold his chin and watch him eat.

Dazai Osamu's eating speed is not slow at all.

The posture is elegant yet a little weird, and the most convincing thing about it is that it is "fast". It looks like it is just eating in small bites, but in the blink of an eye, most of the food on the table has been cleared.

In Sawada Tsunayoshi's memory, there was another person who ate in the same way, but his eating style was even wilder than that of Dazai Osamu, who looked more delicate.

They are equally picky about ingredients - thinking about the price of crab meat dishes, Tsunayoshi Sawada, who is not wealthy, still feels heartbroken.

After this comparison, Sawada Tsunayoshi had some vague guesses about Dazai's origins.

He observed Dazai Osamu casually, and when the other was staring at him, he was also looking at Dazai, observing the child who was being kept by Mori Ogai.

The child who could be taken by Mori Ogai could not be an ordinary child. Although he could not see the "words" on Dazai Osamu like other people with special abilities, just based on the name, Sawada Tsunayoshi would not believe that Dazai Osamu had no special abilities.

Of course, the relationship between him and Mori Ogai is also very debatable. They seem like close accomplices, but also like enemies who are wary of each other... But after all, he is still a child in his teens.

Sawada Tsunayoshi recalled the time when he was seduced by Mori Ogai a few years ago, and he was always worried that this smart child would be led astray by Mori Ogai.

Sawada Tsunayoshi had almost finished eating and watched Dazai Osamu eat rapidly.

After waiting for a while, he felt that it was about time, so he suddenly said, "Dazai-kun... was born in a slum?"

The iris-colored eyes glanced at him quickly.

The black-haired boy lowered his head and continued eating.

"Yes." He answered casually, "Did you see it? Is it obvious?"

It doesn't sound like he cares about his background.

This made Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was originally worried about hurting the child's self-esteem, feel a little relieved.

He hummed and shook his head.

"No, I just happen to know someone in a similar situation." He said so, and then changed his posture and asked, "Are you also a psychic?"

This question shouldn't be asked so bluntly.

Nowadays, although people with special abilities have become increasingly known, they are still essentially kept secret.

If Weilun asked someone whether he was a person with special abilities, he would get a cold look from the assassin and a knife worth tens of millions of dollars.

But no one seemed to care about the two people here.

Dazai Osamu wiped his mouth, burped, and nodded.

"You figured it out?" he said. "Well, did Mr. Mori tell you?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought for a moment and said, "That person wouldn't have any useless people around him, would he?"

He tried to be tactful.

And Dazai Osamu had already laughed mercilessly.

The black-haired young man was lying on the table, with one hand under his head and the other hand resting on his head.

"Did he tell you what my special ability is?" he asked like a curious baby.

Tsunayoshi Sawada shook his head.

Dazai Osamu extended a hand.

"Want to try it?" he asked.

This is actually a very dangerous behavior.

But Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated for a moment, and still stretched out his hand under the smiling gaze of the black-haired boy.

The moment he touched the hand wrapped in a bandage, Sawada Tsunayoshi's super intuitiveness made him scream crazily.

He felt his vision begin to blur, his heartbeat accelerated rapidly, his ears seemed to be filled with some kind of mumbling, or like an ancient ballad coming from a horse-head fiddle, and finally words scattered all over the floor - if his Chinese was good enough, he would have discovered that this was a work by a man named Dazai Osamu.

Sawada Tsunayoshi subconsciously held his forehead, and his left hand wrapped in the bandage quickly withdrew, replaced by the face of the black-haired boy.

"Disqualified from the human world." He said softly, "This is my special ability."

Almost at the same time.

In a distant orphanage, in a basement that was completely inconsistent with the setting of an orphanage, a pair of golden eyes opened faintly.

This is a child named "Nakajima Atsushi" who was thrown here by the director of the orphanage because he made some "mistakes".

He was cold and hungry, so he fell into a deep sleep.

I seemed to have a strange dream while I was sleeping.

Nakajima Atsushi sat up from the ground and subconsciously touched his neck - there, the restraint that accompanied him until his death was no longer there.

He blinked blankly and curled himself up.

"Boss... Kagamihana-chan...Boss..."