More than ten years ago, Tsunayoshi Sawada would have never imagined that his ordinary life would be connected with the terrifying mafia.
Tsunayoshi Sawada of Namimori Junior High School has always been known as a "good-for-nothing". If there is any connection between him and the Mafia, it is probably because when he was young, he once thought that the guys who bullied him would become members of the terrible Mafia.
After all, they are all gangsters, right?
That is to say, at Namimori, if they were at other places, Tsunayoshi Sawada would feel that they had more or less joined some unknown mafia.
But what is unexpected is that those who join the mafia are not those hooligans who smoke, drink, dye their hair yellow and are then bitten to death by the great discipline chairman, but the rabbit-like teenagers who are surrounded by these guys and bullied in the alleys.
Looking back at the past, Mr. Godfather, who now more or less looks like a successful mafia boss, at least on the outside, can't help but sigh and start to wonder how he went from being an ordinary loser to an ordinary mafia boss.
Then I realized that there was no need to think about this kind of question at all.
Because he can answer this question without thinking.
——Of course it’s all Reborn’s (Ryan’s gun-loading voice)…it’s all thanks to his great tutor Mr. Reborn!
Rescued the ordinary waste Shiba Sawada Tsunayoshi from his mediocre life, watered him with bullets and love wrapped in strictness, brought important people one after another to him, filled his life, and built a chain called bond between "Sawada Tsunayoshi" and "Vongola", and under such encouragement, prompted him to grow.
Even when he was hesitating, it was that person who grabbed his collar and said, "No one is more suitable than you to be the tenth generation of Vongola."
The best tutor.
Sawada Tsunayoshi closed his eyes.
He did not escape to his original destination as he wished, but with the help of the port mafia, which is set to have deep roots in this world, he obtained more intelligence.
Without having to spend time searching for intelligence and taking action, Sawada Tsunayoshi had more time to think about the existence of this world.
The "core" is the key to solving the puzzle. Tsunayoshi Sawada doesn't even know who his opponent is - this situation where the enemy is in the dark and he is in the light makes Mr. Godfather very passive - therefore, he can only assume that the opponent is an extremely smart guy.
The known information is that this world is probably built around the ambitions of "Yuya Maeda". If you ignore those places that are similar to reality, it can be said to be the daydream place of Yuya Maeda alone.
But Maeda Yuya does not have any so-called supernatural powers.
Even though he was conducting experiments on supernatural powers... no, it was precisely because he did not have such abilities that he was moving further and further on the path of creating the most powerful supernatural weapons.
And Sawada Tsunayoshi is the most powerful weapon he has ever created.
Sawada Tsunayoshi knew some of these settings when he was in reality, but because the previous experiments no longer exist and Mori Ogai's goal is not to overthrow the government (Mori Ogai:??), they are temporarily sealed.
But it's completely different here.
Maeda Yuya's experiment was exposed to the public because Sawada Tsunayoshi, who served as a "weapon", achieved absolute victory in the war. Not only Sawada Tsunayoshi, but also the man who became a "hero" of the country by using the "weapon" continued to implement countless human experiment plans, calling them "human evolution", and openly exposed them to the public, bringing victory to the country time and time again.
But the so-called "victory" and "evolution" are nothing more than invasion in a fancy disguise.
After signing the peace treaty, Maeda Yuya became a sought-after hero of the nation and the country, and had the final say in both politics and the military.
He even implemented a large-scale human experiment plan in the army, selecting the strongest six people to form the "Hound Team" to use as his direct troops.
As for his "most proud work", Tsunayoshi Sawada retreated to the second line after the war. Taking advantage of the fact that almost no one in Japan knew his true identity, he ran to Yokohama, which was becoming more and more chaotic due to the continuous influx of psychics. After saving the boss of the previous port mafia from danger one time, he successfully became the heir...
In such a world, what is the “core”?
Is it... Yuya Maeda?
Sitting in the darkness, stroking the ring on his hand, the Godfather fell into deep thought.
…
No.
There was another very important thing that he almost forgot.
Tsunayoshi Sawada suddenly opened his eyes and picked up the phone on the desk.
"It's me. Do you have any detailed information about the [Dazai Osamu] I mentioned earlier?"
——Yes, in addition to these things that really look like daydreams, there is also one biggest difference from the real world he lives in.
【Dazai Osamu】.
Although the port mafia in this world is not as powerful as the one he belongs to, he is able to get along smoothly thanks to the relationship between the leader and the powerful Maeda.
Even the relationship with the government is better than in the real world.
Therefore, if Sawada Tsunayoshi wanted to find out information about a certain person, he could almost always find out everything from the person's birth to his death. Even details like bedwetting that the person himself was not aware of could be found in the newspaper he received.
That’s why the current situation is even more bizarre.
——In this world, [Dazai Osamu] does not exist.
Not only the Dazai Osamu that Tsunayoshi Sawada knew, but all the Dazai Osamu, no matter if they have the same name or anything else, do not exist.
It was as if someone had directly deleted Dazai Osamu from the source file and removed him from the game in this world.
It's so weird.
Compared to Maeda Yuya's high spirits, this little-noticed disappearance of Dazai is even more strange.
I pondered for a long time in the office, and before I knew it, it was already daybreak.
The hardworking office worker who suddenly realized that he was unconscious of 007 was silent for a moment and prepared to go downstairs to buy himself some breakfast.
But perhaps because it was too early, the few shops near the port mafia were not open.
Sawada Tsukichi hesitated for a moment, and just as the train arrived in front of him, he took out two coins from his black suit and prepared to go somewhere else.
There is a very delicious Chinatown in Yokohama.
I've been to Sawada Tsunayoshi a few times, and the food at any of them tasted good, but I don't know what this world is like.
Then I found that China Street was also closed.
This place is not close to the port mafia. Sawada Tsunayoshi rubbed his hungry stomach and felt that he might starve to death in this world before he could go back.
It’s not impossible.
I just don’t know if I would go back directly if I died of hunger... He means, return to the world that belongs to me.
In that world, Sawada Tsunayoshi actually had a mild stomach problem, which was caused by the strong pressure from the elders when he first took over Vongola.
Although he passed the assessment well, and for some reason the old men even consciously put on a filter of compassion, the physical pain was real.
For this purpose, Hayato Jikudera, who was guarding Sawada Tsunayoshi at the time, collected various health recipes, put on glasses and a complete set of experimental measuring instruments, and walked into the kitchen with a heroic spirit.
In the end, only a bowl of century egg and lean meat porridge that was barely presentable was served.
It sounds really sad.
The young leader, who was still young at that time, showed a mask of pain when he looked at the preserved egg and lean meat porridge that exuded the aura of Bi Yangqi.
However, when she lowered her eyes, she noticed the wound on the silver-haired boy's hand that had not yet been bandaged. She tried hard not to show an offended expression and obediently drank the porridge that the other party had given her with so much thought.
After all, it was made specially for him by Jigokuji-kun.
From then on, the tenth leader of Vongola never missed his meals on time again.
Even when negotiating outside or facing a strong enemy, when the time comes, even at the negotiation table, he, the mature and reliable Guardian of the Storm, will anxiously watch the time and interrupt his memories when it is his turn to speak.
[“Sorry, it’s time for Judaime’s meal now.”]
- And give a reason that seems to be not taking this meeting seriously, but is actually being considered.
Therefore, this kind of burning pain coming from the stomach was very unfamiliar to Tsunayoshi Sawada.
He found a random roadside park and felt that he was dying.
There was a scent at the tip of my nose.
Tsunayoshi Sawada opened his eyes and a crepe filled with cream was placed in front of his face.
He blinked, and with difficulty moved his gaze from the crepe to the black head behind him. After a moment of hesitation, he called out the person's name.
"Ranbu...Mr.?"
The delicious crepe was taken back by the other party.
"Yes, that's right, it's Detective Ranpo-sama."
Ranpo Edogawa took a bite of the crepe, and maybe it was Tsunayoshi Sawada's illusion, but he even made a cute "Awooo" sound.
Edogawa Ranpo glanced at him and pointed in a direction.
"Over there, the old lady comes out to set up her stall very early every day." He glanced at the guy who looked like the scheming skinny orange cat that the president had secretly tried to feed a few days ago, and muttered something.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes suddenly lit up, and after a while, he found the place in the direction pointed by Edogawa Ranpo.
When I turned around, the young man who had already finished a crepe had stood up and was ready to leave.
Sawada Tsunayoshi took two steps forward and handed another portion he had bought to Edogawa Ranpo, receiving an admiring glance from the black-haired cat.
The other party accepted the gift with dignity, opened his eyes to look at him, and then pinched his chin.
"Hmm... the thing you're looking for..." He frowned, looking troubled, "maybe it's in the place you're most familiar with."
…
"How about it, Kagami-chan, are the crepes here better?"
At the same time, in another world, Nakajima Atsushi, wearing a black coat similar to his former self, and a girl named Izumi Kyoka stood in front of a crepe stand, watching each other eat with a rare nervousness.
The Izumi Kyoka in this world is different from him and has no memory of the other world... This is better for Nakajima Atsushi, at least it allows him to protect the younger Kyoka.
Although they don't have the same memories, some similar habits or preferences are still the same. Therefore, after the mission, Nakajima Atsushi will take Izumi Kyoka to look for delicious crepe shops like before.
...Even after all this time, he still can't like crepes as much as Kagamika.
Nakajima Atsushi was absorbed in paying the girl's bill and was unable to grasp what was flashing through his mind.
After carrying out their daily foraging activities, the two returned to the port mafia together.
If it were a normal day, he could still go out and take a stroll to digest his food, but now it is different. With the disappearance of Sawada Tsunayoshi, the port mafia can be said to have entered a level one state of alert.
Under such circumstances, if you continue to slack off and tease others, you will be considered to be dancing on the leader's bottom line.
——Thinking like this, when I returned to the port mafia, I saw the executive Dazai Osamu squatting on the ground, even with his black suit jacket dragging on the ground, playing with a dog.
Nakajima Atsushi: ...
He opened his mouth, but was a little embarrassed about what to say at this moment.
"It's better to say nothing."
As if knowing what he was thinking, the officer who was squatting on the ground stood up.
Dazai Osamu was squatting on the stairs, so when he stood up, Nakajima Atsushi and the other person standing on the stairs below felt like they were looking down on him.
But Nakajima Atsushi didn't think there was anything wrong... After all, although this world was a little different, he still regarded Dazai Osamu as his only and only "leader".
Therefore, under the other party's gaze, although similar situations have happened many times before, he still couldn't help but become nervous.
Dazai Osamu frowned.
But anyone who paid close attention could see that the young man's smile did not even reach his eyes, and he didn't even curl the corners of his lips. He shrugged and turned away.
"Don't be too lax."
He left behind only a faint sound, as ethereal as mist.
"Atsushi-kun."
This call made Nakajima Atsushi freeze in place.
[Although we don't have the same memories, some similar habits or preferences are still the same. ]
——This rule is not just aimed at Izumi Kyoka.
For other people, such as Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Nakajima Atsushi can also feel from their habits and changed past that they may also have memories of another world.
But he never doubted the "Chief Dazai" of this world.
Unlike the stern and terrifying Chief Dazai in his memory, the Chief Dazai here is the one he has seen since he was a child (not the current one).
Compared to the terrifying leader Dazai, Dazai's officers are more in line with the standards of a "young man". They are more relaxed and at ease, and sometimes even so brilliant that even Nakajima Atsushi finds them a little scary.
Such Dazai cadres are different from Dazai leaders.
This is true not only in the personality they display, but also in their habits in life.
It was for this reason that Nakajima Atsushi determined that the Dazai cadres here were not the same person as his own Dazai leader.
But now he was suddenly uncertain.
The look that Dazai showed before he turned around was a terrifying look that made him shudder from the bottom of his heart to the bottom of his feet...
"Dun?"
A hand grasped his.
Nakajima Atsushi was so quick-witted that he almost threw the person out subconsciously, but his mind suppressed the action before his body took action, and he forced a smile at Izumi Kyoka.
"I'm fine." He said, looking in the direction Dazai Osamu left.
The white tiger boy swallowed and squeezed Quan Jinghua's palm.
"Kyoka, you go back first. I..." He hesitated, "I suddenly remembered that I have something to report to Mr. Dazai."
——Saying so.
He got on the elevator.
Just when I hurried over, the elevator stopped.
Perhaps the elevator that Dazai Osamu was riding in did not stop at any occupied floor, but went towards the top floor.
This familiar feeling made Nakajima Atsushi's heart skip a beat, as if certain scenes in his memory suddenly came back to him and slapped him in the face.
He pressed the floor button, hesitated for a moment while waiting, pursed his lips, took out his cell phone, and made a call.
…
"Moshimoshi? This is a forest."
In the building of the port mafia, Mori Ou, who was trapped in overtime hell again because of his boss's words, answered the phone.
Although he was slumped in the chair, his voice was still serious. You couldn't tell at all that he had been working overtime for nearly a week and had an untidy beard.
There was silence for a while on the other side. Sen Ou frowned and held the phone farther away.
Then an even stranger expression appeared on his face.
"Boss?" He asked in a puzzled voice, thinking for a moment, "Are you hungry? Do you want breakfast?"
Just as the man was about to search for the takeaway phone in his hand, the voice of his dear leader was heard from the other end.
"I'm sorry, I've already eaten, Mr. Mori."
The leader's gentle voice came out from the phone, causing Mori Ougai to squint his eyes unhappily.
After all, the leader used to call him "Rintaro"... But since he was sent back by Nakahara Chuuya last time, the other party's way of addressing him and his daily behavior have changed a lot from usual.
If it weren't for the fact that testing and contact could confirm that this person was the leader he chose, Mori Ougai might have already plotted to usurp the throne.
With a myriad of thoughts in his mind, good secretary Moritaro showed great patience in facing the guy who should be the leader.
"Yes, I understand. So what do you want me to do?"
he asked.
There was a strange silence for a while.
Sen Ouwai gradually had a bad feeling in his heart.
After a while, I heard the other party's slightly embarrassed voice.
"Just... let's give everyone a day off today."
Having said this, Mori Ou looked outside as if he had noticed something.
In the city where a flight ban for people with special abilities has been issued, a group of golden-red humanoid figures gradually flew up next to the Mafia building at the port.
The other party seemed to have seen him, and showed a reserved smile as he flew past. He really was worthy of being the leader... Wait, that's not right!
"You are..."
Sen Ou felt that his own voice was trembling.
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked, calculating which position would be better, and smiled shyly when he heard this.
"That is... I might have to tear down a building." He said this, feeling a little embarrassed.
There should be an A in this world, right?
In order to get a cadre position, Mr. A wouldn't mind paying to rebuild a port mafia building, right?
He was so nervous that he had no idea that the eyes of the gull watching him from inside the building had turned into small eyes.
His Majesty……
Mori Owl stared at the golden-red flames, and for some reason he seemed to hear the voices from the TV series that Alice usually watched.
Why is your majesty plotting rebellion!!!
…
…
Nakajima Atsushi was sitting in the elevator, and some unforgettable scenes flashed before his eyes.
As the "White Grim Reaper" (ps: known as the White Brain Axe in the forum) of the port mafia, Nakajima Atsushi has gone up and down this luxurious elevator funded by cadre A countless times in the past six years.
But what he recalled at this moment was not the scene of being with other people in such a luxurious elevator, but something that happened earlier, and even earlier, in another world, when he was taking the elevator of the port mafia.
In the other world, there is no such sucker as Cadre A.
Although the Port Mafia also has strong financial resources, it has made too many enemies during its rapid development, and even the elevators are equipped with black bulletproof glass, instead of the transparent glass that can overlook almost half of Yokohama like now.
Countless times, Nakajima Atsushi stood in the elevator, covered in blood and murderous intent, waiting to reach the top.
At the top of the building, there is always someone waiting for him.
Unlike this mafia with floor-to-ceiling windows throughout the house, the top floor of another port mafia is the boss's territory.
The only king of darkness is surrounded by pitch-black steel plates made of a special material. Even though he has become the "White Death" feared by his enemies, Nakajima Atsushi still cannot adapt to such a depressing atmosphere.
But the man lived in such a place for four years. The orders issued from this small dark room brought the devastated port mafia left by the previous leader to the top of Yokohama and even Kanto, which can be called the most terrifying room in the whole of Japan.
Even the White Death, who was rumored to be trusted by the leader, still felt unspeakably nervous and awkward when he arrived at that place.
Nakajima Atsushi had only experienced this feeling in his dreams.
But this time, when the elevator door projected his own facial expression, Nakajima Atsushi felt the same emotions as himself in his dream.
He exhaled deeply.
Unlike the other Port Mafia, the building of the Port Mafia here is a twin building, and the other side is the one outside the leader Morigu.
Therefore, the top floor on this side is not the leader's room, but the place where the dark emperor of the so-called Port Mafia, Tsunayoshi Sawada, is located.
And Sawada Tsunayoshi has disappeared for some time.
It was because of his disappearance that the port mafia fell into an absolutely tense situation.
Firstly, there are internal worries - there is a reason why Tsunayoshi Sawada is called the "Dark Emperor". There are a large number of members in the Port Mafia who followed him and joined the organization, or stood on his side. After Tsunayoshi Sawada disappeared, rumors that "the current leader is jealous of His Highness Sawada and planned to murder him" spread like wildfire within the organization. Even Nakajima Atsushi heard some of it. Coincidentally, on the day Tsunayoshi Sawada disappeared, Mori Ogai was said to have taken Alice out to buy a skirt, and he had no alibi at all.
Currently, the stability of the group is maintained by several members of the "Hatakai" who are trusted by Sawada Tsunayoshi, but even Mori Oo cannot confidently say how long they can remain in hiding.
The second is external threat.
Although under the operation of the leader Mori Owl, the huge Port Mafia will not collapse due to the temporary disappearance of the second-in-command.
But the problem does not come from other organizations, but from the...brothers of the Dark Emperor of their port mafia.
Paul Verlaine, the "King of Assassinations", and Nakahara Nakaya, the "King of Sheep".
Compared to the Scorpion Organization, these two are the ones who can really kick the port mafia building into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
Therefore, no one has been to this office for some time.
Nakajima Atsushi was also slightly surprised when he saw the floor.
After all, if no one is there, there is no point in going up.
He waited patiently for the elevator door to open, hesitated for a moment, and then walked towards Sawada Tsunayoshi's office as if possessed by a spirit.
As I said before, there should be no one here.
But just now a Dazai Osamu came up, and now another Nakajima Atsushi came up.
The white-haired boy pushed open the door and saw the black-haired young man sitting in the seat where Sawada Tsunayoshi usually sat, playing with one of the other's pens with a villainous smile on his lips.
Nakajima Atsushi's heart skipped a beat, and he mentally crossed over posts he had seen recently on forums, such as "Two or three things about the Dazai's subordinates colluding in the murder of the Crown Prince."
Danger!
While he was stunned, Dazai Osamu chuckled in his ear, patted the boy on the shoulder, and left the room.
It was only then that Nakajima Atsushi realized that he was holding a phone in his hand, and it looked like he had just finished a call with someone.
Although the young man was smiling, based on the tacit understanding they had gained from years of getting along with this man, Nakajima Atsushi could definitely tell that he was definitely not feeling happy.
On the contrary, Mr. Dazai is probably in a terrible mood right now.
But why?
Nakajima Atsushi's mind was still confused. After all, he was just a big, brainless cat. It was really difficult for him to think about what the organization's humanoid computer Unit 2 was thinking.
After waiting there for a while, he turned around and chased after him.
"Dazai... Mr. Dazai?"
Nakajima Atsushi called the other person's name hesitantly, ran up the stairs, then turned back, hesitated for a moment, and followed.
Sure enough, the upper door was open.
Nakajima Atsushi came to the rooftop and saw Dazai Osamu sitting on the edge of the building with his back to him.
This scene made his heart skip a beat. Something that could probably be called PTSD was suddenly awakened in his blood, making this big cat cautious. He couldn't even control his tail, which kept moving and tensely stretched out in a line behind him.
"You...what are you doing?" The little white tiger smirked, trying to ease this sudden situation.
This, this, this is just like when your pen falls during class, you bend down to pick it up, and then when you look up you immediately realize you have no idea what the teacher is talking about!
But Dazai Osamu seemed to have no idea what the White Death God of the Port Mafia was thinking.
Or rather, even if he knew, he was in no mood to care about it.
Dazai Osamu raised his eyelids listlessly and looked at Nakajima Atsushi.
"What? Atsushi-kun again?" he said in a bored tone, causing Nakajima Atsushi to pinch his palms awkwardly.
Although he was probably talking about the meeting he had just had in Mr. Sawada's office, Nakajima Atsushi had also seen a similar scene when he was inexplicably reminded of another world.
He swallowed, feeling a little scared. If there was no one around, he might have hugged his tail.
But now there is someone, and it is Dazai... So after Nakajima Atsushi was nervous for a moment, he mustered up the courage to ask again.
"Yes, it's me." He said, "What are you doing on the rooftop at this hour, Mr. Dazai?"
The young man with black curly hair raised his eyelids.
"Are you blaming me?" He said with a half-smile, causing Nakajima Atsushi's dangling tail to tensely snap into a line again.
The white tiger lowered its head.
"No, no." He denied awkwardly, "How could I... Dazai-sama."
The last sound was like a mosquito's buzz.
Dazai Osamu chuckled.
Nakajima Atsushi often saw this kind of smile on Dazai Osamu's face when he was with people like Sawada Tsunayoshi and Oda Sakunosuke.
Unlike the "Dazai executives" that everyone fears, this is a genuine smile that belongs to "Dazai Osamu" himself.
But at this time, the other party laughed like this, which made him a little scared.
The big white tiger kept its tail tightly tied, and was careful not to look towards the edge of the terrace where Dazai Osamu was sitting.
Anyway, it would be better to let Dazai-sama leave the edge of the rooftop first, right?
He thought so and tried hard to think of how to say it.
Then he was silenced by Dazai Osamu's words.
"Come to think of it, didn't Atsushi call me "Leader" before?" The young man put down the heavy thunder lightly, "Now you are so bold."
He tilted his eyes and looked into Nakajima Atsushi's eyes, but gradually they overlapped with the figure of Dazai Osamu, the leader from another world that had faded in his "memory".
He swallowed, and before his mind knew it, he knelt on one knee in front of the black-haired young man.
"Chief."
He bowed his head in reverence.
Dazai Osamu was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the young man with the white tiger, his expression gloomy.
It was just a trick, but Nakajima Atsushi was exposed... He needs to be taught a lesson by the big sister later.
But now he really needs this recognition from the child so that he can perform this big drama in front of another person.
So Dazai Osamu frowned and maintained his aura. After a while, he heard the ringing of his cell phone as he wished.
——The mouse is on the hook.
Dazai Osamu made a "yeah" gesture in his heart, but still maintained a cold expression on his face.
He thought that this was probably what the mouse thought was the normal expression of "Dazai Osamu".
The black-haired young man's eyes swept across the white tiger lightly, causing the latter's body to stiffen and even its tail to retract under its buttocks, which was enough to show how nervous he was.
Then Dazai Osamu withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.
"Well, Fyodor-kun," he said, "are you satisfied with what you see?"
There was silence for a while.
Then, there was the sound of applause.
Dazai Osamu was a little confused as to how the other person could clap while holding a mobile phone in one hand, but he was still acting, so he could only suppress this strange doubt.
"Of course." A Russian voice came from the other end. Although it seemed that the other party was indeed a master of languages - in fact, Dazai Osamu himself was one too, but some subtle Russian accents could still be heard in the subtle places, showing a bit of cuteness in the subtle places.
Probably an accent that some brown-haired guy would find cute.
Dazai Osamu thought about the brown-haired guy hugging the fur hat and shouting "Feijia kiss", and he felt like vomiting.
But you can’t vomit now.
Dazai Osamu laughed softly.
"It seems that this is the theatre you have chosen - am I right?" he said.
The other person also laughed.
"How can you say that I chose this place?" Dostoyevsky looked at the black spot on the Mafia building in the port through the telescope and raised his lips hypocritically. "Isn't this the ending you chose yourself?"
The corners of Dazai Osamu's lips straightened a little.
"Stop talking nonsense." He said coldly, "What do you want me to do here?"
There was laughter from the other side.
"I thought you already knew it," the Russian said slowly. "I would like to ask you to re-enact the final play that you have performed before."
——Yes, his coming here was a "hint" given by Dostoevsky.
The phrase "Chief Dazai" and the theater ticket he saw in the alley after the other party left - Dazai Osamu went to see it later, it was a classic "Romeo and Juliet", which was divided into several performances, and the one he picked up was the last one.
After thinking about it, I came to the mafia building at the port.
On weekdays, Nakajima Atsushi returns to the port mafia around this time, so it is not difficult for him to pick up a white tiger on the road.
What I want to say is that I had clearly told this stupid big cat that he was "Dazai Osamu" and not "Dazai Leader", but it seemed that the other party didn't take it seriously at all... Dazai Osamu gave the white big cat a cross in his heart and prepared to settle the score later.
But Nakajima Atsushi's arrival was not useless.
Hearing the conversation between the two, the boy, whose five senses were enhanced by the tiger, raised his head suddenly.
"What does it mean to re-enact it?"
The boy's golden eyes widened, and his black pupils formed a straight line, revealing bestial features.
Dazai Osamu said "nice" in his heart.
"That's literally true," Dazai said, his stern gaze fixed on the big cat, causing it to shrink subconsciously. "I don't remember ever giving you permission to speak, Atsushi."
Unexpectedly, the other party did not back down.
The young man with white hair and golden eyes clenched his fists and stared at Dazai Osamu's face.
"I'm sorry, I can't agree to this," he said, his words seeming to pop out from between his teeth. "Although I don't know what happened, but if the same thing happened again, I won't agree to it."
There was silence on the other end of the line.
Dazai Osamu tilted his head.
He wanted to applaud, but he was holding his phone in one hand.
So he could only give a look that could probably be called admiration—and then he saw Nakajima Atsushi shrink back.
It seems that I have a lot of prestige in Nakajima Atsushi's heart.
Dazai Osamu nodded with satisfaction in his heart.
"I never gave you that right," he said. "Sure enough, did I let you come a little early?"
As he finished speaking, a chuckle came from the other end of the phone.
Dazai Osamu knew that he had guessed correctly.
According to his personality, if he wants to create a "final scene", the most normal option is to have no interference and no one present.
But even he could feel a little guilty when seeing the scary look on Atsu-kun's face, so the other party probably had some PTSD about this scene.
In other words, perhaps, this child was one of the people who witnessed his end.
Dazai Osamu curled the corners of his mouth.
"But it doesn't matter." He said lightly, "According to what this Fyodor said, as long as I jump, our Tsunayoshi-kun will come back."
Nakajima Atsushi's pupils trembled.
Seeing this, Dazai Osamu tilted his head and called out Dostoevsky's name as if to confirm his friend's opinion.
"Right, Fyodor-kun?"
The Russian opposite smiled.
"Yes," he said, of course, lying, "if you just follow the world's script, the world will be back to normal."
——He said so.
Dazai Osamu circled the word “normal” in this sentence.
This did not directly answer his question.
In other words, even if he did what Dostoevsky thought, it would not necessarily... no, it would definitely not bring back Tsunayoshi Sawada's existence.
The other party's goal from the beginning was to let him "perform" this final drama.
But why?
Dazai frowned and asked this question very frankly.
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