There is always a chance.

Dazai withdrew his gaze from Gojo Satoru and turned his attention back to Chuuya, who had taken to the air.

A gravitational magnetic field gradually formed around Chuuya, rotating around him. The surrounding objects were lifted into the air by the gravitational field, and when they rotated, they were illuminated by light and faintly flashed with silver light.

These were precisely captured by Gojo Satoru's eyes, but where did this knife come from?

A series of crackling sounds came from the side. Gojo and Natsuyu slowly turned their heads and saw Dazai carrying various knives from somewhere. With a slightly excited expression, he dumped boxes of knives on the ground and then they were swept away by gravity.

[Chuuya kills Dazai and hands him the knife!!! Dazai is so good at this!]

Chuuya was still wondering why there were so many extra knives. This guy must have started preparing a long time ago, right?

Chuuya used gravity to pick up the sword that had fallen to the ground, took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked at the NPCs who were still talking below. He could only apologize.

The next second, with Chuuya's roar, all the objects controlled by gravity scattered in all directions, flying towards densely populated areas. Almost every time a sword fell, an NPC would disappear.

It was a literal disappearance, without the bloodshed one might imagine. Each NPC who was killed let out a scream and then scattered like a piece of paper blown away by the wind.

A realization flashed in Chuuya's eyes. He had almost forgotten that this was a story from a book, and now that he had destroyed the pages, he could leave.

Realizing this, he stopped holding back and began to condense powerful gravity bullets in his hands, which he then used to wreak havoc throughout the yacht with his sword.

Before three minutes had even passed, the number representing the total number of people in DK's vision had turned into a blood-red single digit, exactly four people left.

"Looks like it's time to say goodbye, high school alternative students."

The surrounding buildings began to collapse. Dazai looked up at Chuuya, who was walking through the air, and his eyes held a tenderness that he himself did not realize.

Before the two DKs could recover from their shock, they heard Dazai's infuriating words. Gojo, who was about to retort, was tripped by a small stone that seemed to carry the force of gravity and fell to the ground. A few small stones then hit Gojo on the head, not too hard, not too light, leaving him stunned but not mentally hurt. Xia Youjie, who was standing next to him, was dumbfounded.

Xia Youjie looked up and met Chuuya's gaze, who had already fallen to the ground. After thinking for a second, he squatted down. He was joking. A wise man knows when to yield. If he were to act like the protagonist in a shonen manga, foolishly shouting "friendship" to seek revenge, he would only end up hurting himself. That would be the real end.

Chuuya snorted coldly at Xia Youjie, who was already showing signs of surrender, and ultimately did nothing more. He had endured for so long, and even a rabbit will bite when cornered. He was about to leave this awful place, but he couldn't let go of his anger without teaching that brat a lesson before leaving.

Hahaha, someone's going to be in trouble, it's so hard to guess who it is!

[You mocked Chuuya's height the whole way; even Dazai didn't dare to do that!]

[Jie-jun should at least put up some resistance!]

Sorry, that's just how the Mafia is—stingy and vengeful.

[As expected of 15 Gosho, who hasn't been out of the Gojo family for long, at his most disliked by everyone and even dogs.]

[Haha, to normal high school students, the DK duo really seem like those delinquent, non-mainstream types. The description is so accurate that I can't stop laughing.]

Looking at the barrage of comments, Chuuya smiled at the two idiots, DK, on ​​the other side. Although the process was not pleasant, the result was good.

"Is Zhong also reluctant to part with them? Should we see them off a little more?"

Dazai keenly sensed Chuuya's emotions and spoke in a chilling tone from the side.

"Instead of sending them off, how about we first calculate how many times you've made fun of my height this time?! Dazai!"

"Chuuya! It was clearly those non-mainstream kids who started it, right? Why are you blaming me for it?!"

"Don't act like you didn't do anything. I saw you secretly laughing at me!"

As the familiar argument escalated, a burst of white light emanated from this already dilapidated world. When they opened their eyes again, the two were already standing in the place where they had been swept into the singularity.

When the detectives returned from their celebratory dinner, they spotted the unidentified creature left at the entrance of the Armed Detective Agency.

"What...what is this?!"

Atsushi Nakajima, who was walking at the front, was so frightened that his hair stood on end, while Kyouka, who was following behind, silently pressed the light switch.

"Dazai-san?!"

Looking at Dazai, who was placed on the hospital bed, completely unconscious and constantly muttering about the pain, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but crease his forehead with a few black lines, but then he began to think about who would do something to Mr. Dazai.

"So, who did Dazai offend that he got beaten up and dumped at the detective agency to threaten us into giving him money or something?"

Atsushi Nakajima was terrified by his own guess, and he spoke faster and faster, his expression becoming increasingly frightened.

"Hey, don't scare yourself. Dazai isn't broken a single bone. He has a lot of bruises, but there's nothing seriously wrong with him. He's just in pain."

Hearing Yosano's test results, Atsushi Nakajima scratched the back of his head somewhat awkwardly. So that's how it is...

"So... Atsushi-kun, can you let this patient like me get some rest now~"

The Grand Tutor suddenly sat up as if from a corpse and uttered a sentence, which startled the timid tiger.

"So, Mr. Dazai was already awake?"

"With Atsushi-kun nagging like that beside him, it would be hard for him not to wake up, right?"

As Dazai finished speaking, Nakajima was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Dazai, for disturbing your rest. But do you know who did it? I'll go avenge you!"

Atsushi Nakajima clasped his hands together, his expression full of apology, and finally said indignantly, as if he would immediately beat up the other person if Dazai told him their name.

Really?

"Of course!"

"It's that short, violent, dark-skinned Chuuya! When are you going to avenge me, Atsushi-kun?!"

Dazai blinked his big, bright eyes at Nakajima Atsushi, who remained silent for a moment before finally standing up and bowing deeply.

"Although I don't know why or what caused Nakahara-senpai to hit Dazai-san, it must have been Dazai-san's own doing! So please don't make me part of your play."

After Nakajima Atsushi shouted those words, he completely ignored Dazai's shocked and frozen expression, closed his eyes, and pushed open the ward door to leave.

[Dun Jun is incredibly brave]

[Has she already decided that Chuuya is a reliable and good senior after only spending a few hours with him?]

Regarding Dazai's character...

While it can be reliable at times, it falls short compared to consistently reliable methods. It only takes zero seconds to tell who's at fault.

[It seems like Atsushi has learned some strange knowledge lately; that last sentence is so classic!]

Chuuya turned off his phone, which he had just sent a message to the leader, and looked up to see these comments.

Yes, that's right. In the end, he still beat up Dazai, but he kindly took the unable-to-walk Dazai back to the detective agency. This guy wasn't knocked unconscious by his own beating; he just felt at ease and fell asleep as soon as he saw someone would take him back.

Chuuya still remembers the feeling of thinking someone had fainted, how scared he was and wanted to turn around and find a doctor, only to hear this guy snoring. In the end, Chuuya angrily threw the guy out the door and left.

However, seeing that Nakajima Atsushi did not hesitate, he knew that it was Dazai's own doing. Chuuya's lips curled up slightly. This little tiger was quite sensible.

However, Chuuya has more important things to do now, such as reconsidering his feelings for Dazai.

It seemed that even the heavens were giving him time to think. The barrage of comments that were usually non-stop had all disappeared today, leaving Chuuya with a quiet environment and a round moon hanging high in the sky.

Something's not right, something's really not right. I should hate him the most, but why do I feel this flutter in my heart?

It can also be clearly confirmed that it was not a misperception swayed by the comments, but a psychological reaction stemming from one's own abilities.

But that person is Dazai. Chuuya took out a bottle of wine from the cellar, opened it, and put it on. His face was mostly covered by the brim of his hat, making it impossible to see his expression. He placed his hand on the table and tapped it lightly.

The details that I noticed through the comments resurfaced in my mind, and all my strange reactions pointed in one direction: the truth that I was unwilling to face.

Perhaps everything was wrong from the very beginning. If they were just ordinary partners, I wouldn't have reacted at all when Dazai defected back then. When I returned to headquarters two years ago, I only had half a day to rest, but I still chose to go and see that guy again.

Even now that we've been in frequent contact, and there have been many times when I could have killed that guy directly, I didn't choose to do it. Everything seems to have a pattern. Sometimes, when I see comments comparing me to Dazai, I feel inexplicably pleased.

The inexplicable racing of his heart when they were together, the subconscious reliance on each other in times of danger—these were things that Chuuya had deliberately ignored before, but now they were all replaying in his mind.

Admit it, I actually... like that jerk. My fingers unconsciously touched my lips, and I remembered that night when I kissed Sleeping Beauty to save her. Suddenly, Chuuya's face turned bright red. That was way too much. What was I even thinking?!

Chuuya picked up the decanted red wine that was placed next to him and poured it straight into his mouth. The exorbitantly priced red wine was drunk by Chuuya as if it were water. He drank one glass after another, and soon the whole bottle of red wine was gone.

Although a conclusion has been reached, it would be better if none of this had ever happened. After all, once everything is clear, an even bigger problem arises: how should I get along with Dazai afterward...?

The aftereffects of drinking too much have appeared; Chuuya is now frighteningly red, and his eyes are somewhat glazed, looking completely drunk.

Even before he passed out drunk, he was still thinking about why he had fallen for that jerk.

However, Chuuya was never the type to procrastinate or avoid things. The next day, after sobering up, although he questioned his life for a while, he still accepted the reality that he actually liked that jerk.

You have to hold onto what you want, or it will fall into someone else's hands. This is what Chuuya learned during his years in the mafia. Although Dazai is a person, not an object, the same principle applies to him.

So now I should... pursue Dazai?! But wouldn't that be the same as all the girls around him who liked him before?

Chuuya pondered for a long time, feeling that this approach wouldn't work. Finally, he had an idea: since pursuing Dazai himself wasn't going to work, he could simply try to make Dazai like him instead.

Thinking about the analysis in the comments, Chuuya felt that he still had a good chance of succeeding. With this strange confidence, Chuuya began to think about the fact that the two of them could not see each other for at least ten days or half a month, and did not even have a way to contact each other. He thought he was just daydreaming.

In short, now that you've realized your own feelings, take it one step at a time; there will always be a chance.

...

"Chuuye, do you really want me to help you pick out a few clothes?"

"If you're busy, it's okay. I can take a look by myself."

"Of course I have time. If it's about picking out clothes for Chuuya, I'll find the time even if I don't. The last time I bought clothes for you, Chuuya, was four years ago. You've been in Europe ever since Dazai defected."

"Big sister!"

Zhong also called out to Hongye somewhat awkwardly, and then lowered his hat brim again under Hongye's teasing gaze.

"Okay, let's go now."

"Now? What about the work you're doing, sister?"

"Since you also want to choose clothes, I'll leave my work to you, Chief. You can work overtime on the rest."

Momiji's mood visibly brightened. After all, ever since Chuuya got a little older, he had devoted himself to his work, wearing the same suit every day. It was a rare opportunity for Chuuya to take the initiative to ask her to buy him new clothes. As for the work, she felt sorry for the boss.

[Mori Ōgai: So?]

[Haha, this is the first time I've been this happy since Jinghua left.]

[Great! It'll be the turn of Chuuya in a bit, finally we'll see him take off that suit!]

As soon as Hongye finished sending a message to her leader, a new message arrived. Hongye smiled as she read the content.

"We can wait a bit. The leader said we should go together and buy some dresses for Alice."

"Oh, about work?"

“There’s nothing particularly urgent at work, so don’t worry, Chuuya-kun.”

"Leader, Alice."

Just as Chuuya asked the question unconsciously, Mori Ougai's voice came from behind him. Perhaps because he was accompanying Chuuya to buy clothes, Mori Ougai was not wearing his doctor's uniform and had changed into a more fitted casual outfit.

"Alice just happened to want some cakes, so let's buy a few dresses on the way. Oh, and I can pay for Chuuya's things today too~"

"Hmph! It was clearly Rintaro who wanted to go shopping for clothes with Chuuya, wasn't it?"

"No! Alice, I really meant it when I bought you the dress!"

"Rintaro is a pervert!"

Watching the interaction between the two, Chuuya twitched his lips and turned his head away.

[Haha, I suddenly feel sorry for Dazai. He was just telling the truth.]

Although none of the three people present were short of money, Chief Mori spoke with a smile, uttering words befitting a domineering CEO.

"Let's get going! Today's mission is for Chuuya to change out of that lifeless suit!"

"It's not exactly lifeless, is it..."

"Protest denied, Chuuya."

Zhong looked at Alice with some helplessness and retorted weakly, while the older sister next to him smiled and supported Alice's words.

Yes, he's completely relying on his looks; he uses his face to bully everyone.

[So handsome yet unaware of it, Xiao Zhong!]

Chuuya glanced at the scrolling comments, his ears turning slightly red. It wasn't as exaggerated as they were saying...

The three of them, along with Alice, walking down the street were like a beautiful sight, attracting frequent glances from passersby.

Of course, this only applies to people who don't know them. If someone like Atsushi Nakajima, who knows them, turns the corner and sees Mr. Chuuya, just as he raises his lips to greet him, he sees another mafia member who almost took Kyoka away last time, along with two other unfamiliar people, one big and one small, and almost forgets that Mr. Nakahara is a mafia member.

Atsushi Nakajima used his agility and speed to dodge back to the detective agency, and even took a picture before leaving.

What is DunDun doing? He's acting so suspiciously.

[But will I be able to run into them all? Luckily, I no longer have the $7 billion bounty on me, otherwise I would be doomed.]

"It looks like someone's spying on us?"

Is Alice curious about him?

"No way! I already said that today's main goal is to help Chuuya pick out clothes. I don't want to be distracted by anything else."

"Okay, Alice-chan~"

Chuuya shifted his gaze from the corner. He already knew from the comments that the person hiding behind was Atsushi Nakajima, but did he really have that much free time?