Nakahara Chuuya, the rising sun of Japanese literary circles and the light of poetry, angrily pushed this evil-minded guy out of the warehouse.

Having achieved his goal of changing the topic, Sawada Tsunayoshi just smiled, like a good brother who tolerates his younger brother, and was still pushed out by Nakahara Chuuya.

Nakahara Chuuya: ...

Although Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't say anything, this look and behavior were enough to make him feel uncomfortable all over.

It was the first time for the ochre-haired young man to be bathed in such an indescribable gaze. He felt as if he was enveloped by some warm sunlight. His whole body was warm and even a little lazy. He couldn't help but want to close his eyes and go to sleep.

For children growing up in Leibo Street, sleeping is an important thing.

He can only sleep peacefully when he has a trustworthy companion around him, but for Chuuya Nakahara, this word actually represents laziness.

This is something that a leader is not allowed to do.

But in front of this person, even though the other party just talked nonsense about half-brothers or something, Nakahara Chuuya felt a little weird and thought that if he had a brother like this... ahem, it would probably not be bad.

As he thought about it, the expression of the ochre-haired boy became unnatural.

Sawada Tsunayoshi had no idea what was in his mind, but just like Reborn could tell what the naive young godfather was thinking from his face, it was actually very easy for him to understand what Nakahara Chuuya was thinking.

Touching the other person's blue eyes that had softened after losing their pretended toughness, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Never mind, he thought, he is a half-brother after all, so I might as well help him.

Zhong is also a good boy.

He thought for a moment and said nonchalantly, "Come to think of it, there should be an extra room here, right?"

Nakahara Chuuya, who was filled with strangeness because of the strange feeling, said: “Huh?”

Not knowing what the other party was going to do, he nodded in confusion.

"Of course." replied the King of Sheep.

After all, this is still Leibo Street, and "Yang" can be regarded as the overlord of Leibo Street.

So Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded and put his hands together as if asking for help.

"In that case, please, Chuuya, take me in for a while!"

"Huh???" Nakahara Chuuya almost jumped up, "Aren't you... aren't you living with that guy?"

Of course, the guy was talking about Dazai Osamu.

The fact that they were able to live in each other's homes shows that Dazai Osamu and Sawada Tsunayoshi had a very close relationship.

Although Tsunayoshi Sawada claimed that he had nothing to do with the port mafia, he lived with Dazai Osamu... Apart from anything else, when Dazai Osamu was in crisis, wouldn't Tsunayoshi Sawada help him?

Nakahara Chuuya also had some struggles in his heart.

But when he finally looked into those eyes that seemed to be flowing with sunshine, honey, or something else warm and sweet, he couldn't help but smile.

"Forget it." He covered his forehead and said helplessly, "Of course there is a place for you to live."

…

On the other side, at the port mafia mission scene.

Dazai Osamu sat on the high embankment, watching the "work" of the people below with boredom.

Nakajima Atsushi, wearing a black jacket, stood not far behind him. The white-haired big cat-like boy did not charge into the front line of fire like he did in the past, but his expression was much more nervous than that time.

He was staring intently at the game console in his hand. His usually cold expression became serious and nervous, and he would let out small exclamations from time to time.

"Too noisy, Atsushi-kun."

Hearing his call again, Dazai frowned.

Nakajima Atsushi immediately straightened his back and tail like a cat whose tail was caught.

"Y-yeah... I'm so sorry, Mr. Dazai!"

Seeing the black-haired boy looking away with boredom, Nakajima Atsushi returned his gaze to his own hands.

Then I found that the character had only the last drop of blood left because of the interruption just now.

Character death.

The white-haired young man widened his golden eyes, and when he thought of the disappointed look in Mr. Dazai's eyes who was following him closely, he felt that he was dead too.

The whole person has faded.

And Dazai Osamu actually doesn't care much about boring games.

He saw that the things below were almost done, and estimated that it was time for Guangjin Liulang to bring his people to join them, so he jumped up, patted his butt, and prepared to leave.

I don’t know what that guy and the little sheep from Leibo Street did behind his back during this period.

When Dazai Osamu thought about the two guys hooking up behind his back, he felt sick as if he had eaten something bad.

Nakajima Atsushi, who was hesitating whether to start a new game, looked at him anxiously.

"T-Mr. Dazai?"

Of course, Dazai Osamu also saw the game failure interface - in fact, when Nakajima Atsushi nervously faced him wholeheartedly, the boy had anticipated the failure of the game.

This is of course not an important matter to him, but the bad cat who has never had any good intentions naturally wants to use this matter to ridicule the guy on the other side.

For example, [Is this really too difficult for you? ]

But before he opened his mouth, the helpless face of a certain guy suddenly flashed back in his mind.

【“Be a little nicer to the kid.”】The bad-natured guy said.

Dazai Osamu thought that he and Nakajima Atsushi were not related, and he still hadn't found out the other party's purpose for approaching him. He had a few options after a rough guess, but Dazai, the busy light of the port mafia (not) was not willing to spare some thought for the big cat who didn't seem to be very smart, so he put it aside.

He turned around and looked at Nakajima Atsushi with a gloomy face for a long while, until the young man felt uncomfortable all over, then he withdrew his gaze.

"Forget it." He muttered, jumped up nimbly, passed the nervous Nakajima Atsushi, and walked briskly in the direction of leaving.

At the moment when he was ignored, Nakajima Atsushi felt depressed.

But this is commonplace for him. Not to mention that Mr. Dazai doesn't even know his world, even if it is his original world, it is natural for the leader to treat him like this.

On the contrary, it was beyond his expectations that he could stay by the leader's side like before and seemed to be closer to the younger leader.

Nakajima Atsushi felt that he was already very satisfied.

Even though he stayed by the leader's side, the power that could run wild at any time was restrained, which made him feel that he was safely restrained.

But when it comes to feeling at ease, I always feel like something is missing.

Mirror Flower...

When the big cat boy was feeling sad for no reason, Dazai Osamu turned around impatiently, looking at him as if he had already left.

"Hey, Atsushi, do you still need me to teach you how to keep up?" His tone was not very nice, but it made Atsushi Nakajima's eyes light up when he looked up blankly.

"Yes! I'm so sorry, Mr. Dazai... Where are we going? Killing people? Setting fires?"

"Hey, we are a good mafia, how could we do such a thing?"

"Isn't it?" - That's how the port mafia is over there.

Dazai Osamu showed a look of disgust.

Thinking of what he was about to do, he became even more reluctant - despite this, his pupils were bright, like a cat that had found a new toy.

"I want Chuuya to be my dog." He was unusually interested, "So we have to start investigating the case... and you can help too."

“Naka, Nakadashi (covers mouth)…Yes!”

Guangjin Liulang watched all this happening from afar without saying a word. He just lowered his head and watched the youngest prospective cadre of the Port Mafia walk away with his little subordinates.

…

Here, it only took half a day for Tsunayoshi Sawada to blend in with the lambs.

Tsunayoshi Sawada used to be a somewhat shy child.

Although he can speak hesitantly, he always seems a little reserved in front of strangers.

But in fact, in front of people close to them, young people will be like a little chatterbox and a complaining machine, chattering and mumbling all the time.

This potential was later developed by the tutor, and successfully evolved into the social skills of the tenth generation of Vongola through countless theoretical and practical teachings.

This is a trick that is used to deal with the most difficult guys in the mafia, but it is more than enough to deal with the chattering and ignorant lambs.

And these children are slightly different from what Tsunayoshi Sawada imagined.

After all, he had spent some time with Dazai Osamu and knew that "Yang" was the dominant force in Leibo Street. Of course, he also knew from the black-haired boy's occasional mutterings that Dr. Mori wanted to devour this power.

In the description of the Port Mafia, "Sheep" is an orderly armed organization led by the Sheep King. Although most of its members are children, it has become a force that cannot be underestimated in Leibo Street because of the presence of the Sheep King, a supernatural being, and other armed forces.

But after getting to know them, I found that most of the children here were very young.

Tsukikichi Sawada mixed in with the children and, using his identity as a "wandering poet" who wanted to collect various stories, exchanged with the lambs many stories he had learned during his travels with Homer and Verlaine.

Then he discovered with a strange expression that the existence of the "sheep" actually gave him a strong sense of déjà vu to some extent.

——If you trace back to its origins, the Sheep, like the Italian Mafia, were organizations originally established for self-defense.

Therefore, unlike ordinary mafia, members of the "Sheep", even others who have conflicts of interest with the Central Plains, will bring abandoned children back to the base when they see them.

This is the original intention of the establishment of Yang.

Sawada Tsunayoshi recorded the story, and nodded as the lambs blushed and asked, "Will our story be written into poetry?" They said, "Wow, wow, cool!" In his heart, he slightly changed the plan of breaking the cool sheep.

This is the scene that Chuuya Nakahara saw when he returned to the base.

He knew that Sawada Tsunayoshi was a social expert - didn't he see that he even managed to bring a guy like Dazai Osamu under his control so that they could live in the same house together - but he didn't expect that in just a blink of an eye, the other party would break into his camp, making the children show soft and attached attitudes.

Damn it, who is the leader who supports you... Isn't it him who works hard every day moving bricks (not)?

And Sawada is the same. Didn't he just say he was his half-brother? Now he's hugging and kissing the kids and holding them up high... He hasn't even received this kind of treatment.

Nakahara Chuuya was standing not far away, his facial expression changing from time to time, and for a moment he couldn't tell who he was envious of.

Maybe both (crossed out).

And Sawada Tsunayoshi also keenly noticed his presence.

The brown-haired young man raised his head from the pile of a hundred thousand whys and looked at Nakahara Chuuya. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

He stood up, dismissed the children, walked up to Nakahara Chuuya, and under the gaze of his eyes as blue as the deep sea and the sky, he reached out and touched the other's head.

"Chuya is back." He said gently, like the sun shining on the wilted little sunflower.

He whispered, "Welcome home."

——In the darkness of the warehouse, someone clenched his fists as he looked at this dazzling scene.