Sawada Tsunayoshi was moved but refused.
And listening to what Dazai Osamu said, I inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.
He was silent for a moment with a subtle look on his face.
"If it were me," the brown-haired boy tilted his head slightly with a helpless smile on his face, "If it were me, would Dazai-kun find it [interesting]?"
The black-haired boy blinked and gave an ambiguous reply.
"Who knows?"
He said this, putting some distance between the two of them, and making it impossible for Sawada Tsunayoshi to see his true expression. He could only hear his low laughter.
"If it was Sawada-kun, maybe it would be a little more interesting, right?"
The young man let out a chuckle, supported himself with one hand and sat on the railing by the roadside, holding his chin with a smile.
"So, do you want to give it a try?" He gently said to Hong, as if to seduce her. "If it's Sawada-kun, I will definitely support you to replace Mr. Mori with all my strength."
Tsunayoshi Sawada finally found the source of his sense of déjà vu.
He covered his forehead and muttered something.
“It’s horrible.”
Dazai Osamu:?
He blinked, looking confused for a moment.
"So... are you willing, Sawada-kun?"
He spoke as if with just a nod from Sawada Tsunayoshi he would roll up his sleeves, charge into the enemy ranks, and single-handedly make him the leader of the Port Mafia.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was silent for a moment.
He actually wanted to ask, "Does Mori Ougai know that you are doing this?" But when he recalled the subtle sense of father and son being in the same frame when he and these two people walked side by side a few days ago, he couldn't help but suspect that this was Mori Ougai's instruction.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: Your Majesty...Why are you rebelling?
…
When Nakajima Atsushi woke up, he was facing the bottom of the bridge where water was dripping.
It was not known whether it was dew or something else that dropped drops onto his face, but Nakajima Atsushi suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the moss-covered bottom of the bridge, and stretched out a hand.
The hand was pale and thin, and on the arm, which could not be seen through the white shirt, one could vaguely see the marks of being whipped.
is back.
Nakajima Atsushi thought in disbelief.
After watching his leader fall from a tall building, he actually returned to the past.
He subconsciously touched his neck and felt it was empty. The collar that once allowed him to control the time of his transformation and sense himself was no longer in the familiar position. This made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Logically, he should have stayed in the orphanage, waited until he figured out the situation, and then ran out.
However, the feeling of uncertainty from suddenly losing the collar quickly enveloped him. After realizing that he seemed to have returned to the past, Nakajima Atsushi had only one belief in his mind.
leader.
——He wants to find him.
Therefore, by the time he reacted, Nakajima Atsushi had already hurriedly "escaped" from the orphanage.
But although he had a strong desire, this body was just that of an untrained child, so after stumbling into this place, Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but fell asleep.
He looked at his hands. They seemed no different from those of ordinary people, except that they were a little too thin and looked like he had not been doing well.
——There was no sign that these were a pair of hands that could easily tear a person apart.
Looking at himself like this, Nakajima Atsushi felt a little relieved.
It seems that his nights are not yet completely controlled by the "tiger". At least he is in his original state when he wakes up.
When Nakajima Atsushi tried to connect and control the power, he often encountered the situation where his claws turned into tiger claws while sleeping. In order to avoid being reprimanded and looked down upon by the leader, he often tried hard to pretend that nothing happened.
Then he was laughed at softly by the leader who saw through everything.
But now I think that kind of smile is rare. In the dark port mafia, at least a smile from the leader can make everyone feel more relaxed... although generally speaking it might be just the opposite.
Thinking of this, Nakajima Atsushi let out a breath and prepared to continue on his way to the port mafia where the leader was.
But he sat up and looked around, and his golden pupils narrowed slightly.
——All around him, except for the place where the being named "Nakajima Atsushi" was lying, the rest of the place was in a mess.
On the side wall at the bottom of the bridge, several claw marks that had penetrated deep into the wall were clearly visible in front of him.
Nakajima Atsushi covered his face with one hand, his golden pupils suddenly widened, and he began to breathe rapidly.
Leader...
We must find the leader...
He stood up crookedly. The long-term torture of this body made him almost unable to stand. Nakajima Atsushi turned around and prepared to walk towards his destination. However, the moment he took a step, a thin middle-aged man walked out from behind the bridge.
This person was on a business trip when Nakajima Atsushi woke up in this world, and when he ran out of the orphanage as if he knew the whole place well, he had never seen this person before.
But the other party still appeared in front of him.
Even though he already knew some of the inside story, looking at the other party's stern face, Nakajima Atsushi still couldn't help but want to retreat.
But he shouldn't be afraid anymore.
After becoming the "Grim Reaper" of the Port Black Hand Gang and taking this man's life with his own hands, he should no longer be afraid.
But Nakajima Atsushi retreated step by step, and when the other party shouted "Nakajima Atsushi" with a stern face, he retreated and ran in the opposite direction.
Run away.
The boy with short white hair ran for an unknown amount of time before he squatted on the ground with his hands covering his face, gasping for breath.
Even though he had grown up to be the calm and fear-inspiring "White Death", in front of the dean, he would still be blinded by the momentary passion of blood.
Nakajima Atsushi felt that he could not keep escaping like this, but this body seemed to have its own consciousness. When it saw the dean, it jumped away like it saw a cat.
Obviously, tigers are cats.
He felt he could face the man.
However, as he said just now, this body had different movements from what he had thought. After seeing the shady dean catching up with him, it suddenly slipped out again, and even Nakajima Atsushi himself couldn't stop it.
Dean: ...
His face darkened.
"Are you going to run away, Nakajima Atsushi?" He raised his voice and asked the boy who looked a bit like a coward.
He was on his way back from a business trip, but suddenly heard that Nakajima Atsushi had escaped from the orphanage, so he hurried back to the orphanage alone. However, on the way, he saw the director Nakajima Atsushi curled up under the bridge and fell into subtle confusion.
Of course he knew about Nakajima Atsushi's peculiarity, but precisely because of that, he knew even more clearly that it was impossible for Nakajima Atsushi to escape from the basement of the orphanage.
To be honest, he was originally that kind of child.
But now something unexpected happened.
Thinking of this, his face couldn't help but darken.
Nakajima Atsushi was completely oblivious to the change on his face. He gasped for breath—please forgive him, his body was so weak—and ran wildly on the deserted path.
Hearing the dean's words, he tried hard to resist the instinct of this body and turned back and shouted, "I didn't--".
The dean's voice, who was also running, was faintly heard behind him.
"Then why are you running——?!"
Nakajima Atsushi: "Because you are chasing me - that's why I have to run -"
Dean: ...
The dean felt that this way of communication was a bit tiring for his voice, and as a middle-aged man (not really), he was ultimately at a disadvantage in arguing with a young guy, so he decided not to talk anymore.
The two men chased each other, and finally the younger man gained the upper hand, leaving the dean, who was holding his old waist and was falling further and further behind him, completely behind him.
The body, which was not as strong as it once was, was constantly gasping for breath. Perhaps it was because it had finally escaped from the dean, and its body became comfortable again.
Nakajima Atsushi finally had enough time to judge the current situation.
When he came to his senses, he was already standing in the city in broad daylight.
Unlike Yokohama, which was once well governed by the leader, this place is more chaotic.
Even though it was daytime and there were few people on the streets, you could still hear the sound of fighting from some alleys. This was a past that Nakajima Atsushi had little involvement with. The only knowledge he had about this period came from the Nakahara cadres, who were said to have already become famous in Yokohama at that time (said by Nakahara Chuuya).
Now is the normal environment for Nakajima Atsushi. The little bit of strange relief that he had just felt because of the chase with the dean has finally disappeared.
He took a deep breath, walked alone in the darkness, and quickly found a familiar place.
"Hey, you bastard! Can't you see we are busy? Or do you want to die too, you bastard!"
The young man with short white hair humbly nodded to the man who was yelling at him, and when the man rushed over with an iron rod in his hand, he easily deflected the attack.
Seeing this, the thugs who were originally besieging the other bad guy surrounded them. They had all kinds of weapons in their hands. The leader was sitting on a box not far away with a gun in his hand.
After a while.
"I have a question," said Nakajima Atsushi.
The black Browning was kicked away, and the white-haired boy naturally pinched the leader of the gangsters.
He seemed not to notice the group of people lying on the ground. He asked calmly and even politely, "Excuse me, have you heard of Dazai?"
…
This is probably the reason why when Tsunayoshi Sawada opened the door in the morning, he found a pitiful white-haired boy sleeping at the door.
He was suddenly startled; he didn't expect that a living person could grow out of the door of the house.
“Wow.”
A head popped out from behind, it was the dark Dazai Osamu.
The black-haired, iris-eyed boy blinked in surprise.
"Where did you pick it up?"
This is probably the only person who can describe a living person as if he were an item that can be picked up anywhere.
Sawada Tsunayoshi pushed the furry head aside and complained speechlessly.
"Maybe someone got lost...?"
Before he could finish his words, Dazai Osamu burst out laughing.
"Lost? In a place like this?" He thought for a moment and nodded seriously, "Maybe that's the case."
Sawada Tsunayoshi:......
After saying this, he actually felt that this guess was unlikely.
After all, it would be fine if they lived in some residential building or something like that, but Dazai Osamu didn't live in an ordinary place.
Theoretically, the boy with black curly hair is already a rising star in the underworld of the Port Mafia. Logically, money should be pouring into his pocket like tap water.
But he lives in a container, a place that doesn't look like it's suitable for a normal human being to live in, both inside and out.
Hearing Sawada Tsunayoshi's guess, Dazai Osamu burst into laughter.
"What are you talking about, rich mafia?" He covered his mouth and chuckled, "Dr. Mori is super poor."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Huh?"
This shouldn't be the case.
But he thought about himself and realized that sometimes he couldn't really be said to be rich... he was even penniless, so he seemed to be able to empathize with some of them in a subtle way.
However, Dazai Osamu was unable to understand his empathy.
The black-haired young man started the conversation, and seeing that Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed a little confused, he "kindly" explained it to him.
"The previous leader was a cruel leader," he complained without scruples, "although he was once considered wise, but later he became arbitrary and spent all the organization's limited savings."
"So after Dr. Mori got to the top through various means, the first thing he had to face was the various losses left by his predecessor, which made his hair, which was not thick to begin with, become even thinner."
He shook his head and said “Ah, Ah, Ah”, but neither his expression nor his eyes showed any regret. Instead, he seemed to be gloating over the misfortune - probably because of Mori Ougai's receding hairline.
Tsunayoshi Sawada briefly recalled the appearance of Mori Ogai in his memory many years ago, and then thought about his current appearance. Compared to the former high-spirited Chief of Sanitation, the current Mori Ogai is indeed more haggard... Oh no, he should be more mature.
And the hairline is indeed...
The Godfather thought about it for a moment, then clenched his fist and coughed, feeling very rude.
"Anyway, let's see what this kid does first..."
Dazai Osamu laughed lightly and said coldly, "Maybe he's an assassin or something like that."
In fact, it is not impossible.
After all, Dazai Osamu is now well-known in the industry. Although he seems to have only been in the industry for a short time, just like the newly appointed boss of the Port Mafia, he has become a legendary figure in the world of Yokohama with his brutal means and strong business ability.
Therefore, correspondingly, there have been endless assassinations around him.
Tsunayoshi Sawada observed the child.
The other person was curled up with his pale face buried under his short white hair. He looked quiet and peaceful. It would not be an exaggeration to call him an angel.
He looked pale and thin, wearing an extremely old white undershirt and loose trousers, and a black coat that didn't seem to fit him well, covering his entire body. There was even a circle of hair of unknown material on the top of his head, which wrapped around the boy's cheeks, which was so subtle that it made people feel pity.
Compared to the so-called "assassin", it is not so ridiculous to say that this child is a homeless child (?) who accidentally got lost here.
He let out an "oh" and squatted down, preparing to push the other person.
Then, he met a pair of golden eyes that showed no sign of sleepiness.
Those were a pair of eyes that looked like those of some large cat, topaz-like, with a thin layer of ice covering the surface.
Sawada Tsunayoshi withdrew his hand, not surprised by this.
——In fact, the child woke up almost from the moment he opened the door.
Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced at Dazai Osamu, who seemed to be in a good mood today, so even though he saw through the boy's disguise, he did not expose him.
——But if we take it a step further, for example, let him enter Dazai Osamu's container, then that might not work.
The white-haired boy with topaz-like pupils opened his eyes, and they seemed to be glued to Dazai Osamu and couldn't move their eyes away.
The curve of Dazai Osamu's mouth straightened a little, and he obviously didn't like this blatant stare.
However, the moment he expressed his displeasure, the white-haired boy lowered his head obediently.
These two people... could it be possible that they actually know each other?
Seeing the two people's actions that could be called "tacit understanding", Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but feel suspicious.
But if he knew him, Dazai Osamu would not have this expression.
So this child is the one who knows Dazai unilaterally?
Sawada Tsunayoshi was confused, but it was clear that no one could answer his question at this time.
Dazai stared at the white-haired boy for a while, then turned his head away with a lack of interest. "Mr. Dazai!"
The white-haired boy shouted in panic.
Dazai Osamu stopped and frowned slightly.
"Do you know me?"
he asked.
The white-haired boy pursed his lips, looked a little nervous, but nodded.
"Mr. Dazai... I heard that Mr. Dazai is a very powerful person, so I want to follow Mr. Dazai." Nakajima Atsushi lowered his head and said, avoiding Dazai's sight.
He actually wanted to raise his head to look at the leader.
Atsushi Nakajima thought.
He always felt that he had not had a face-to-face conversation with the leader like this for a long time, but if he raised his head now and looked at the leader now, the leader would definitely see through his lie.
If he is found to be lying, then the legitimacy of his approach to the leader will be questioned. If he is suspected, he will be regarded as someone approaching with ulterior motives and will be excluded by the leader.
When he thought of this possibility, Nakajima Atsushi found it difficult to breathe.
This is not allowed.
So he could only lower his head carefully, looking at the tip of the young leader's shoes not far away, trying to outline the appearance of the leader of this age.
"Hey? Follow me?" Dazai Osamu's light and floating voice came from above.
Nakajima Atsushi suppressed the urge to raise his head and look at the leader with tears in his eyes (which he would not do), and responded softly.
Then the toes moved and changed direction to face him.
He seemed to be coming over.
Nakajima Atsushi's breathing almost stopped.
However, Dazai Osamu did not come over as he had hoped. He just stopped where he was, not even giving him the slightest bit of extra time to get closer.
Nakajima Atsushi's breathing slowed down slightly as he moved.
I only heard Dazai Osamu stretching out his voice and seemed to be interested.
"Want to follow me?" He seemed to think the word was very interesting. He pondered it for a while, touched his chin and said, "Raise your head."
To...see.
Nakajima Atsushi felt as if time was being dragged out.
He slowly raised his head, his golden eyes hiding his cautiousness well, and looked at Dazai Osamu without looking away.
People say that eyes are the windows to the soul. Nakajima Atsushi wondered in confusion, if that was the case, what would be in his eyes?
If this is the case, what does a leader look like in his eyes?
Nakajima Atsushi seldom thought about this kind of question, but when he raised his head, these things flashed through his mind like lightning.
Then, it crashed into an iris-colored void.
Sawada Tsunayoshi watched the interaction between the two people with interest.
This white-haired boy appeared from nowhere, and he had a strange sense of déjà vu in a trance - but Sawada Tsunayoshi was sure that he had never seen anyone like this kid before.
As for the gray hair, it’s only the eldest brother…but it’s obvious that there’s probably more than just a thousand differences between the two of them.
And Dazai Osamu's expression is also very interesting.
Although he is still at an age where he would feel happy if someone "follows" him, Dazai Osamu does not behave that way.
After listening to what Nakajima Atsushi said, his expression remained indifferent, but perhaps because he was in a really good mood today, the boy did not refuse directly. Instead, he made the timid white-haired cub raise his head.
The appearance of the white-haired boy was reflected in the boy's almost empty eyes.
Dazai Osamu frowned.
"You." he said coldly.
"Atsushi." The white-haired boy hurriedly introduced himself, "My name is Nakajima Atsushi, you can just call me Atsushi."
Dazai said, "Okay Nakajima, you said you want to follow me?"
Nakajima Atsushi nodded quickly.
Dazai Osamu uttered a short "Ha" and looked very cold.
Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that perhaps something bad was going to happen.
As expected, Dazai Osamu said coldly with a cold and bored expression, "Give up."
Just one sentence made the young man's eyes widen as he was full of expectations.
Dazai Osamu saw it.
But this couldn't shake his mind - just kidding, any mafia that could achieve what he did wouldn't be easily shaken.
As if he didn't notice the boy's expression, which was as if the sky was falling, Dazai declared, "I refuse."
Nakajima Atsushi was completely stunned.
Sawada Tsunayoshi uttered an "ah" and felt a little bit reluctant - regardless of what the kid's purpose was, at least he came to block the door of Dazai Osamu's shabby container early in the morning, which meant he had some good intentions.
However, he couldn't change Dazai's mind, and he was not suitable to be a guest in someone else's family, so he could only shake his head at Nakajima Atsushi.
"Why reject him?" he asked after closing the door.
Dazai Osamu curled his lips and glanced coldly outside the door.
"Because I hate dogs." He answered lightly. !
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