Dazai Osamu was a man of great action. He left as soon as he said he would, and took Shibai away from the street filled with violence by the Hong Kong underworld, and came to a more ordinary commercial street for people who had no contact with the mafia.
Shi Bainan was a little confused and didn't know why things turned out like this - let me emphasize again, he still knows how to take a shower!
This is like the fact that in the eyes of fans, idols are gods in the sky and elves in the forest. They grow up through dew and flower petals, and some physiological common sense of human beings should have nothing to do with them.
At the same time as Shi Bai, Bai Cheng Qianshizi, who has the title of "Angel", is just such a person. Or, in other words, she deliberately creates such a setting in front of her fans. She will pay attention to everything around her and always let her most beautiful and natural appearance be captured by the camera.
Although she later transformed herself when her idol image was about to expire, the title of angel is hard to erase from her head. It can be said that female idols of the same period as Baicheng Chishiko, who are not outstanding and beautiful enough to surpass Baicheng Chishiko, can only regret that they were born at the wrong time.
Before becoming a Shinsengumi, Shiba was also packaged as an idol with a personality, but his professional inclination has always been actor. In addition, his excellent appearance and his daily paralyzed and mute personality (his personality) did not conflict with anyone, so he was not greatly influenced by Baicheng Qianshizi.
The reason why all of this is mentioned here is because it can explain Dazai Osamu's behavior at the moment. Of course, it is not to the extent of being a fan idol.
It was just Dazai Osamu, he noticed something he shouldn't have noticed.
Anyway, why would anyone care about the fact that the sword god has not changed his clothes? As a sword god, even if he doesn't change his clothes or take a shower, it's just like an idol not eating or going to the bathroom. Isn't it natural?
You can't say that he actually has five identical sets of clothes and changes them every day?
I always feel that if I really do that, the skin of the dead god will be broken. It's better not to mention this kind of thing. Once I mention it, I always feel that everything is weird.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga's character is that he likes new things. When he realizes that there is something interesting in the world, he will definitely try it. But he missed the opportunity to explain it at the beginning, and now Shibai is deliberately bringing it up...
Wait, Shibai suddenly reacted and seemed to have been led astray by Dazai Osamu.
As a god of death, as the only god of death in the world, whatever he does is natural. No one can question him and say - swords should not be like this, and sword god of death should be like this.
And as a non-human, it is correct that he does not have human values.
After figuring this out, Shibai's smile widened a little, and he continued with Dazai Osamu's words as he introduced the location to him, "It feels really lively."
Dazai Osamu didn't notice what was going on in Shibai's mind at all, and said with a smile in a boyish and cheerful tone: "Is that so? It's much better than you, Mr. Tsurumaru, staying in one place all the time!"
Shi Bai did not respond to this sentence, and many people on the street also cast vague glances at the two of them.
Fortunately, the relationships between people in this country are very indifferent. They adhere to the principle of not disturbing others. No matter how special and outstanding the appearance and dress of Tsurumaru Kuninaga, or the dress of Dazai Osamu with a bandage covering his face and looking as if he was seriously injured, passers-by would just stay where they are and take a few more glances with their peripheral vision, and no one would come forward to disturb them.
So Shibai naturally ignored all of this - he wasn't an idol anymore anyway, and it saved him time signing autographs and taking photos - and gave Dazai Osamu a very bright smile: "Shall we just go in next?"
Dazai nodded naturally, and smiled as brightly as Shibai: "That's right! From now on, you just need to pick out the clothes that you like, Mr. Tsurumaru!"
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“——Even though I said so.”
Dazai Osamu was not as calm as he was when he grew up. He was good at hiding his true emotions. Looking at Shibai's current outfit, Dazai Osamu covered his mouth and looked away, "Should I say that you are worthy of being Mr. Tsurumaru?"
The salesgirl who stepped forward before her colleagues and seized the opportunity to serve two handsome men (emphasis on pronunciation) who were obviously not short of money, had a polite smile on her face, but she really wanted to complain in her heart.
But, sir, you just think you look good in anything because you are good-looking! I can pick out better outfits than yours with my eyes closed!
Shi Bai looked in the full-length mirror, his body shining brightly, and he tilted his head and blinked at the salesgirl: "This suits me very well, right?"
The salesgirl nodded immediately, against her conscience. As a salesgirl, she just needed to satisfy the customers! She was definitely not seduced by beauty!
"Yes, that's right sir. The leopard-print leather jacket and the colorful shirt lining can highlight your fair skin to the greatest extent. At the same time, the loose beach pants can also show your slender and straight legs. The red sneakers are the finishing touch, making it difficult for people to take their eyes off you."
——It’s so ugly that it’s suffocating and unbelievable. The salesgirl added in her heart with a gentle smile.
"But I think you ..."
Shi Bai interrupted the salesgirl's next words. His eyes were bright because this was the first time he was praised for his aesthetics. So he waved his hand and said, "I want this set!"
"Wait!" Like a savior, when the salesgirl was almost crying out loud because of [beep——], Dazai Osamu spoke the words of pause as if he had his own holy light. Because he finally figured out that no matter how shameless he was, being treated as a weirdo and being treated as a fool were two different concepts.
Then Dazai Osamu found that, in fact, as long as you get used to it, this outfit is still good, although it is all supported by the other party's appearance. "Mr. Tsurumaru, don't you think this outfit is too conspicuous?"
——Using honorifics.
Shibai was stunned, blinked twice and stared at Dazai. Dazai said the next words without panic: "Although it is definitely not as recognizable as when you wear your original clothes, Mr. Tsurumaru, this outfit will attract the attention of those people, so that person will easily know that you have left Mr. Mori."
So Shibai was convinced. Although he had the idea of doing something to the leader, he was unwilling to be discovered in such a simple situation before he even started. At the same time, Shibai seemed to have not noticed the information implied in Dazai's words - that he knew Shibai's mission to come to Mr. Mori.
Looking at Shibai who lowered his eyes and seemed to be very disappointed, Dazai smiled and said, "Of course, I didn't refuse you, Mr. Tsurumaru, to buy this set. Just buy it and take it back, and leave the rest to Mr. Mori!"
Shi Bai's eyes lit up again.
As Dazai Osamu looked at the young man who had revealed his emotions completely and looked extremely innocent, he began to suspect that the graceful Crane he had first met in his memory was just an illusion.
By the time Shibai changed into the most ordinary white shirt prepared by the salesgirl and was holding a shopping bag containing a leopard-print suit, he had already appeared at the door with light steps before Dazai Osamu finished paying. He complained to Dazai Osamu cheerfully, "Too slow, too slow!" Dazai Osamu then remembered something.
This young man, who was as pure and innocent as a crane, had never had the opportunity to show his lively and passionate side.
Things like self, aesthetics, and will are only possessed by individuals who exist alone. And Tsurumaru Kuninaga is just the leader's sword, an "item" attached to the existence of others.
"Mr. Tsurumaru, I have a question I have always wanted to ask you." Dazai Osamu looked at Shibai with a little confusion, with his gloomy iris-colored eye exposed outside the bandage.
But when he met those warm eyes that were as clean, bright and sunny as the sun, Dazai Osamu swallowed back the words in his mouth. He turned his eyes away, unwilling to expose himself to the sunlight, which would only make him feel the pain of being exposed to the sun.
"Please answer me seriously," Dazai Osamu tried to put on his usual smile and said, "Regarding desserts, are you interested?"
Shi Bai replied: "Of course! Are you going to take me with you? This is really a surprise."
"That's great~" said Dazai Osamu.
It was Dazai Osamu who proposed it, but in the end, it was Shibai who led the way without a destination. Shibai walked carefreely and hummed pop music from the street. He looked like an ordinary college student. But even if he was wearing the most ordinary clothes, the innate temperament and the sense of disharmony emanating from his body were hard to ignore.
In this bustling commercial district, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who loves the hustle and bustle, is out of place. On the contrary, Dazai Osamu, who originally had nothing in common with him, standing next to him, has become a rare peer for him at this time.
When passing a river, Shibai suddenly stopped. Dazai almost hit Shibai's back because he didn't look at the road. He complained: "Mr. Tsurumaru - you..."
However, the words he hadn't spoken yet naturally dissipated into the air after he saw a group of people gathered on the other side of the river.
The Sword Master's excellent senses allowed Shibai to hear the noisy conversations of the crowd. Even at such a long distance, he seemed to be able to smell the atmosphere of anxiety and fear in the air.
"This is the first time this month that..."
"Another death, how terrible..."
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