At this moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi still didn't know what was happening in a place he didn't know.

He follows Ozaki Koyo like a mascot, like a lost lamb who knows nothing about the future.

Ozaki Koyo, who had been chatting and laughing with him just now, also stopped smiling at this moment.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the young boy following her closely like some kind of docile cub, and a trace of pity flashed across her eyes.

But as Lord Mori said, this is a necessary experience for them who are about to survive in the darkness.

Rather than letting Lord Tsuneyoshi, who has already been exposed to the public, suffer harm from the enemy forces without knowing it, it is better to let him take the initiative and adapt to life in the other world first.

and……

Ozaki Koyo recalled the ambiguous look on Mori Ooga's face in the darkness.

[“Who knows, Tsunayoshi-kun might give you a surprise, Momiji-kun.”]

——A man with the same style of writing as his conspiracy, how could a child be evaluated like this by him...

The woman in gorgeous clothes closed her eyes, forcing herself not to think further.

In a place like Yokohama, sometimes knowing less is better.

She exhaled softly and placed her hand gently on Sawada Tsunayoshi's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Tsunayoshi," she said softly, "Thank you for accompanying me on this mission."

Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked.

The Godfather, who has been encouraged by the love of his tutor, is a natural actor. His current ignorant and naive look makes him look like a boy who knows nothing.

He clenched his fists, thought for a moment, and looked up.

"It's not hard." The young man said, his eyes were clear and sharp, like a stream of pure water in the dark world.

All I heard was his bright eyes and clear voice as he said, "I will protect Sister Hongye!"

Ozaki Kouyo, who has always been known as "one of the most terrifying officers of the Port Mafia" and has always been the one to protect others, couldn't help but dilate her pupils when she heard this.

Then he quickly hid his surprise and couldn't help but smile.

"Yes," she squinted her eyes. She did not reject the declaration of the young man who was favored by Mori Ogai and even said that this would be the strongest weapon of the Port Mafia in the future. Instead, she also followed up with a sentence, "Me too."

Facing the young man's eyes, which were sparkling like a pair of shining topaz, Ozaki Koyo slowly explained this incoherent sentence.

"Just like Tsunayoshi-dono, I will protect you as well."

Seeing Ozaki Koyo smiling in gorgeous clothes, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't resist and looked away.

Yes, as mentioned before, he always has a hard time resisting older women.

To be honest, Ozaki Koyo's personality is very different from Sawada Nana's. Although they both look gentle, Nana's mother is a typical Yamato Nadeshiko, a flower that makes people feel at ease and comfortable at first sight.

And Sister Hongye...

Sawada Tsunayoshi withdrew his gaze and secretly interpreted it in his heart.

Ozaki Koyo is closer to a heroic female general.

Although they are of different types, at least for now, the care given by Ozaki Koyo makes it difficult for Sawada Tsunayoshi not to develop a slight dependence on her.

——Of course, the premise of this is that Sawada Tsunayoshi is indeed a mentally retarded person who has lost his memory.

Even if he had not lost his memory, in the end, "Sawada Tsunayoshi" in this world was just a child who had just been "born" a few years ago. Although the things he had experienced were beyond the reach of ordinary children and his mental maturity was by no means comparable to that of the latter, he still had the mentality of a child.

Ozaki Kouyo is one of the few Mafia members in the port, at least she is very gentle towards her recognized "companions".

Perhaps it was because of her female identity, or perhaps it was because of a past that Sawada Tsunayoshi did not know about, but the existence of Ozaki Koyo shone with an irresistible glimmer, whether towards him or Dazai Osamu.

If it is the real "him" or Chuuya, even if they are not very willing when they join, when they are led by the tough but soft big sister into the world of Port Mafia, they interact with ordinary members here between life and death, and their sincerity is exchanged for sincerity. When they have the power or desire to escape, they will find that they have already been surrounded by the existence called Port Mafia.

By then, the existence of port mafia will be as natural to them as breathing.

There is no escape, and no need to escape.

Sen Ouwai really has a good plan.

One of his hands was lifted by Ozaki Koyo, and Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his eyes, thinking with a little indifference.

Ozaki Kouyo looked at the boy who was keeping his head down and silent with pity.

She certainly didn't have any thoughts of being a saint. Everyone knew that Ozaki, the cadre of the port mafia, was a queen of flowers who would eat people without spitting out their bones and grapes without spitting out their skins (not really).

But a kid like Mr. Godfather, gentle and clear, shining but not dazzling, even if he is not a mafia, who wouldn't like him?

And as a mafia...

Ozaki Kouyo twirled her hair in boredom and gave a gentle and elegant smile.

"The battle we are about to have is against the troops led by the second in command of the enemy family." She said softly, introducing them to the child first, so that the scene would not be too bloody for the child to accept. "That guy is also a perpetrator of evil in the mafia. There are more than 5,000 cases listed in their name by the police, involving dozens of crimes such as fraud, gambling, illegal transactions, etc. They are absolute scumbags."

She bent down slightly, led the young man into the car, and explained the situation of both parties in detail. Finally, when the car stopped, she tilted her head and showed a gentle smile, which was quite different from her usual smile.

"Are you ready, Lord Tsuneyoshi?" she asked.

Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked.

After listening to all this, how could he not hear that Ozaki Koyo was trying her best to reduce the guilt in his heart.

However, no matter how evil the guy opposite is, he will always feel pain when he swings his fists.

If you are guilty, you should hand yourself over to the police - this has been the life creed that Tsunayoshi Sawada has accepted for more than ten years.

However, some things are beyond the light for a long time, and even if they are briefly revealed to people, they will be obscured by a deeper darkness.

So he once became the master of darkness and experienced the cleansing of that darkness.

The moment the door opened, he seemed to hear a child crying.

But the sound didn't even reach his ears completely before it was forced to stop abruptly.

Ozaki Kouyo obviously also heard the sound and looked towards the distance with a frown.

"Really? Are we still a step too late?" She sighed and withdrew the last bit of light that was on Sawada Tsunayoshi.

The next moment, the double-flowered cherry blossoms were dancing, and Ozaki Koyo jumped up and ran towards the abandoned building not far away.

This was a signal, and countless port mafia dressed in black suits rushed out with weapons drawn, like a depressing dark cloud.

This is no time to hesitate.

Sawada Tsunayoshi exhaled, looked into the distance, and a flame ignited between his eyebrows.

Even though he knew that all this was part of Dr. Mori's plan, he couldn't just sit back and watch.

…

"Dazai-kun, do you know what kind of people are the easiest to use?"

At the same time, on the high-rise building of the port mafia, Mori Ougai stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, his dark red eyes looking into the distance vaguely.

Behind him, Dazai Osamu, wearing a black suit, stood listlessly. He raised his head and waved his fins like a salted fish when he heard the words.

"Maybe he's a brainless idiot." He yawned, some physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he reached out to wipe them away.

Mori Ouwai saw his actions from the French window and chuckled in a childish way.

Not far away, Alice, who was drawing with crayons with her back to the two of them, raised her head, looked around, found a brown paintbrush, and drew a brown man on the drawing paper.

After finishing the painting, she tilted her head, looked at it, thought for a while, and then painted a golden sun.

Dazai Osamu raised his eyelids listlessly.

"Does Mr. Mori have any good ideas?" He muttered, because he was very sleepy at the moment after giving advice to a dwarf far away at night and was called out on a field trip by his unscrupulous boss.

Damn Mr. Mori, don’t you know that children won’t grow tall if they don’t sleep well?

The black-haired young man gritted his teeth inwardly, and before he knew it, he had become a little bit "childish" which he despised.

Mori Ou looked at him.

"Well, this." The man showed a troubled look and thought for a moment, "It's not a brilliant idea, but I do have a different idea."

Dazai Osamu pretended to listen attentively with a lack of interest.

But Mori Ougai doesn't seem to have any passion for being a teacher.

He was a careless fisherman. He threw a handful of bait and then walked away leisurely. Even when he saw the fish was hooked, he didn't try to catch it, but just smiled foolishly to himself.

It looks stupid, Dazai Osamu couldn't help but mutter.

Mori Ogai: "Dazai-kun, what did you say?"

Dazai Osamu was shocked.

"I—say," he said, "has Mr. Mori's Alzheimer's begun?"

Alzheimer's disease, nicknamed senile dementia.

Sen Ou was choked by this boy and raised his hand weakly: "Well, I think I'm still some distance away from old age..."

Dazai Osamu said "eh" in a long tone.

"Really?" he said cautiously, "But I forgot what I was about to say the next second. Isn't this Alzheimer's disease?"

He said it without any mercy.

Mori Ogai had a distressed expression on his face, like a parent who had encountered a rebellious child.

"I just think it's a little too early to teach Dazai-kun something like this." He sighed in a pretentious manner, "After all, Dazai-kun is still young, and he became a mafia at a young age, so he needs to accumulate some good karma."

This is a disguised way of saying that what you were originally going to say is immoral.

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. After he said that, Dazai Osamu became even more curious, and it felt like hundreds of dwarfs were jumping up and down in his heart.

Mori Owl lowered his eyes.

The short black hair slightly obscured the man's expression, and only a vague and cold look was reflected from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The man stretched out his hand, and the flickering flame from that year seemed to reappear before his eyes.

People say that the yang is as bloody.

If I had to describe it, the fire was not just an ordinary fire, but a dusk that was swaying under the blood-stained sun.

The stern-looking young man exerted all his strength to shake the dusk and rescued a country from the brink of collapse.

At that time, Mori Ogai knew how absurd his original plan was.

But he also knew the child's funny soft nature.

It was clearly a "weapon" made by a group of lunatics, but it was incredibly soft. Even when it saw a soldier being injured, it would reveal an expression of pain and sadness.

It was a creature much softer than humans like him.

So Mori Owl changed his approach.

Surround him with soft yet strong flowers, intoxicate him with the tenderness in iron blood. The man-made little god is inexperienced and will be captured in his cage unknowingly even if he is on guard.

Several years ago, from the moment the darkness of Changan Island was broken, Mori Ogai had set up such a seemingly distant delusion in his heart.

Want to tame him.

I want the sun to turn to the night and finally come to him.

After the war, when he lost contact with Sawada Tsunayoshi, Mori Ogai thought that this had become a delusion.

What I didn’t expect was that after so many years, the dazzling sunlight finally shone into the dark place of Yokohama.

This time he won't let go.

"Eh——" After hearing his words, the young man with black hair and ivy eyes stretched out his voice.

Mori Ougai couldn't tell how he felt or what kind of outcome he was expecting.

However, he only heard Dazai Osamu speaking nonchalantly in the same lazy tone as usual.

"Is that so?" He was disgusted by Mori Oogai's description. He looked at the man in the reflection as if he was looking at a piece of social garbage. "What a pervert, Dr. Mori."

Sen Ou looked at him for a long while.

Only after he was sure what the other person said was true did he slowly chuckle.

"Really?" the man muttered to himself, thinking of the fire that lit up the night, and his dark red eyes suddenly glowed.

Even if it's a perversion, as long as it can let that beam of sunlight shine into the port mafia, what does it matter?

He couldn't help thinking. …

Two flowers bloom, each showing its own beauty.

Here, the Godfather is diligently fighting monsters, and over there, there is a bald man touching his bald head, feeling conflicted.

Zongtian was looking at a plan with a frown on his face.

When the subordinate came in, he was startled by his boss's appearance. He handed the coffee in his hand to his boss and asked casually.

Zhuo Tian raised his head sadly.

"I have a plan here," he said solemnly, "but I don't know whether to give it to the congressman."

This refers to their direct supervisor.

After hearing this, the subordinates looked at Zengtian in surprise. You know, their boss has always been known to be decisive in killing, and it is rare to see him showing such open confusion.

Because they didn't know the specific content, the subordinates could only scratch their heads and look a little stupid.

"Do you want to hand it in...why not?"

Zhongtian took a look at him and found that he was a newcomer who had just joined the department recently.

But at this moment he was struggling, so he changed his posture, and became somewhat concerned about the self-righteous tone of his new subordinate.

"What do you mean?"

The subordinate looked at him strangely.

"Teacher Farmer, you must have never bought millet, right?" he said abruptly.

Farming·I have never bought millet·Officer: “Huh?”

"It's that kind of thing, a two-dimensional character's iron badge or something like that." The subordinate gestured, feeling that it was not good to expose his two-dimensional attributes in front of his boss, and quickly changed the subject and said, "In my humble opinion, this is the same as buying grain."

This was a new area for farming, so he pricked up his ears humbly.

"What do you mean?"

The subordinate replied in all seriousness: "If you buy it, you will regret it for three days; if you don't buy it, you will regret it for three years*."

Farming:?

Subordinates: "If you lose money, you can earn more, but if you lose grain, it's gone."

Farming: ???

Looking at his subordinate who seemed serious but was actually not serious at all, Zongtian, who was also confused at heart, waved his hand to let him go and continued to think about the plan.

The words of his subordinate, "The money is gone", kept circling in his mind. He put down the plan and sighed.

It doesn't matter if the money and grain are gone, but if this plan is submitted and the congressman is from the camp that opposed the existence of the "Amaterasu" plan back then... then it won't be as simple as just losing money.

He sighed deeply, and recalled the time many years ago when he was a young man who was led by his teacher to enter the high-level political arena. He saw those "big shots" arguing and even fighting over the existence of "Amaterasu", and he couldn't help but become nervous.

The final result of that meeting was to "exile" Amaterasu from Japan, and in the many years since then, he has indeed never heard any news about the little god again.

Until the intelligence and deliberate encounter a few days ago, and the other party's still stumbling trust in their actions.

In fact, he only had a vague understanding of the past, and it was only recently that he did some research to find out what happened. The man who had made a solemn promise in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi suddenly became hesitant, because he really couldn't figure out the attitude of his superiors towards the child.

If it was the bad side... then his next action would be tantamount to throwing little Amaterasu into the fire.

The man lowered his eyes, but still couldn't help sighing.

How to do it?

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a meow.

——What should they do with the sun?

…

…

Ozaki Koyo felt that she would never forget that golden-red sun in her life.

A young boy, as soft as some kind of creature with long ears, stood in front of her.

The person on the other side was the difficult second-in-command, who was also a person with special abilities. Perhaps he had anticipated their sneak attack and had prepared another expert by his side.

Ozaki Koyo's skills are pretty good, and with the Golden Yaksha, they are enough to make her a famous figure.

But even with all this, she gradually became inferior and fell into a disadvantage under the siege of two powerful psychics.

However, at the critical moment, when she was determined to return the injury, someone took the attack for her.

The scorching, hot, yet gentle and exciting flames enveloped her, blocking all attacks.

"Sorry, Sister Hongye, I'm late."

The child was standing in front of her, so Ozaki Kouyo could only see a small back.

Although the sunlight is dazzling, she can only witness the light but will not be burned by it while hiding behind it.

Ozaki Kouyo exhaled, suddenly turned around, and blocked the attack from another direction.

The woman in gorgeous clothes smiled cheerfully.

"Why are you saying sorry?" She lowered her body slightly, and the golden Yaksha drew out the blade again. "Can you take care of my back, Tsuneyoshi?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the flickering fire on his forehead was even brighter, lighting up the boy's pupils. It was like a ball of fire burning in the depths of his eyes, burning out a brilliant sunset with evening glow.

"Of course."

He responded in this way, and the gods in the sky lowered their curtains, allowing the believers to grab a corner.