Verlaine is “out on the field.”
As a well-known "Assassination King" in the industry, his net worth is certainly not low.
But even so, there are various things that control him, making the seemingly free beast reluctantly lower its head.
Fortunately, these things are not a big deal to him. There are more important things in the heart of the light blond young man, so temporary patience is allowed.
That day, he killed the man the mastermind had asked him to assassinate, a politician from a certain country, with ease. When he was about to leave, he suddenly raised his head as if he realized something.
After a while, he frowned slightly.
"... Tsunayoshi?"
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Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the young man with long black hair carefully.
Unlike his "younger brother" whose appearance Verlaine had once described, Rimbaud, who occupied a unique position in his life, was rarely described by Verlaine.
"My relative is that kind of man." The man who was once created as the most powerful weapon said as a matter of course, "It doesn't matter what he looks like or what he looks like. In short, he is that person."
It sounds mysterious and weird.
But Verlaine was not one to talk about his past.
The occasional conversations were also initiated by Sawada Tsunayoshi out of curiosity. The light blond man would cast a nostalgic look, which completely aroused people's expectations before slowly moving on.
But Sawada Tsunayoshi still knew the name of the mysterious partner - even though no one had kept it a secret from the beginning.
But when Verlaine thought about signing his newly written work "Rimbaud", Tsunayoshi Sawada knew that this was it.
Although we later heard that these two people had exchanged names with each other, such behavior still makes people think more.
What's more, it was originally a pen name to conceal his identity. He used this name which is also quite famous among European psychics... I'm afraid all the relevant participants know that the person under this name is the legendary assassin king.
Tsunayoshi Sawada once secretly believed that this was how his brother's (dis)first batch of readers came from, just like Homer, even though he is no longer in the world, those with special abilities who know of his existence will all read a copy of his book... and those who admire him will even buy several copies to collect like fans.
There's moisture anyway.
Mr. Godfather, who had only sold a few copies thanks to the recommendations of Verlaine and Homer, thought sourly.
There has to be at least one percent... no, three percent water!
In short, he knew the existence of "Rimbaud".
And at the same time, he also knew that the man who gave his name to Verlaine and made Verlaine look nostalgic in the twilight eyes was already dead.
...So, now who can tell him what's going on with this guy walking in front of him? !
Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but look at the other person. Although he tried his best to hold it back, curiosity drove him so much that the brown-haired boy couldn't control his gaze.
Sure enough, after a while, he attracted the other party's attention.
The black-haired young man was wearing a thick black coat, a red plaid scarf and furry earmuffs in such weather. He looked like he would not be out of place even if winter came the next second.
He was out of tune with everyone around him and isolated everyone except himself through his own efforts.
At this moment, although this person looked different, Sawada Tsunayoshi still had the illusion that he was being watched by Verlaine.
He was silent for a moment, and when he saw that there was no one around, a ball of fire suddenly jumped out of the palm of his hand.
"Are you cold?" he asked, feeling like the Big Bad Wolf trying to coax Little Red Riding Hood with an apple.
Rimbaud—or, now we should follow the local customs and call him “Lantang”—blinked his eyes.
Because of his inappropriate clothes and pale complexion, he did not look like the once-famous partner of the Assassin King, but rather like an ordinary, frail man.
——Of course, it would be nice if that were true.
At this moment, seeing the flame in Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand, the black-haired young man's eyes suddenly brightened.
He hesitated for a moment, and with Sawada Tsunayoshi's tacit consent with a faint smile, he slowly extended his hand.
He originally thought he would be afraid, Lan Tang thought.
But he stretched out his hand, clasped his hands together, and held the dancing flame in his palms.
"So warm." He couldn't help but murmured.
Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his eyes and saw the young man's expression change from pale to gentle, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
"If you are afraid of the cold," he said, "stay close to me, and you may get unexpected results."
After all, he uses the Flame of Death on a daily basis, and although he doesn't know why, Sawada Tsunayoshi's body temperature is always slightly higher than that of ordinary people.
Even the eldest brother, who corresponds to "sunny", often says things like "It's so hot in Sawada".
It's just a little bit hotter.
But compared to the mafia who seem to be writing like ice cubes for some reason, it seems even hotter.
Looking at Randou walking beside him with a peaceful expression, Tsunayoshi Sawada felt for the first time that being warm was not a bad thing.
Isn't this always the case for people in need?
However, despite this communication, the two of them still slowly became familiar with each other.
Dazai Osamu was sent to other places by the order from the leader brought by Hirotsu Liulang. As for Hirotsu Liulang, this old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties walked slowly in front of the two young people with his hands behind his back, just like an old man who went out for a walk. He ignored everything that happened behind him, as if it had nothing to do with him.
——After all, he only received a message from the leader, saying that he wanted to take the boy named "Sawada Tsunayoshi" back.
Hirotsu Liulang, who can be said to be a third-generation veteran of the Port Mafia, naturally knows how to protect himself, but while maintaining the principle of not asking too many questions or looking too much, the old man still secretly wonders about the identity of this brown-haired boy who seems to have a good relationship with Dazai.
The child seemed to be about the same age as Dazai - this subtly made him feel relieved. After all, it was well known that the defense range of their new boss was under twelve years old, and he looked soft and squishy, and seemed very deceptive.
Coupled with the naive look of revealing his special ability after just one encounter, and putting him next to Dazai Osamu, who is a black mud man in both body and mind, it is hard not to wonder if he was tricked into the mafia by their own black mud quasi-cadres.
But compared to other mafia, their port mafia is still pretty good. It is said that after this period of time, insurance and the like will become popular... An old gentleman who has been in the underworld for a lifetime sometimes actually looks forward to this kind of ordinary happiness that only ordinary people can have.
That's going too far.
Turning back to the two young men walking behind him, Guangjin Liulang did not look back, but he also devoted at least half of his attention to these two people.
Especially the young man named Sawada Tsunayoshi, whose identity is still unknown.
The black-haired young man, whose relationship was becoming more harmonious and they were even chatting about family matters, tilted his head and asked the brown-haired boy, holding a hot water bottle in both hands.
"How do you know our boss?"
His face still looked pale. Even though he was close to Sawada Tsunayoshi, a mobile heat source, and had countless warming devices in his hands and on his body, Rantang still looked cold.
At this moment, he raised his head from the cold and looked at the little boy with brown hair.
For some unknown reason, Lan Tang felt very close to this child.
Sawada Tsunayoshi touched his nose and muttered a few words.
"Anyway, there was some cause and effect a few years ago," he said, whispering to Lan Tang, "Dr. Sen was not a good person before."
This is said like a child complaining.
The desolation in Lan Tang's heart was dissipated a lot because of the warmth brought by the young man's approach.
He stroked the hot water bag in his hand, thought for a moment, and then, like Sawada Tsunayoshi, looked in front of him at Hirotsu Liulang, who seemed to have gone out without wearing ears today, and lowered his voice.
"He's not now."
After all, he went from being a government staff member to the boss of the port mafia.
Tsunayoshi Sawada thought about the other party's methods and nodded involuntarily.
He is definitely not a good person.
He stood in front of the building that belonged to the Port Mafia. Although the Port Mafia was once in a weak position during the war, it was completely impossible to tell just by looking at the magnificent building.
He looked up, and because he was short now, he felt that the building was even taller than before.
Hirotsu Liulang led them in like an NPC in a game. Sawada Tsunayoshi said goodbye to Lan Tang with some strange reluctance and went up to the leader's floor alone.
The black corridor was depressing and cold. The red carpet underfoot should have been festive at any time, but at this moment it seemed gloomy, like some liquid flowing down from a human body.
Sawada Tsunayoshi restrained the gentle expression he had when he was with Randou, tucked his coat in, and walked to the end of the corridor with a cold look.
Here is the office of the boss of the Port Mafia, the man who brought the Port Mafia out of the darkness.
His name is Mori Ougai, and during the war, he was the head of the health department and was in charge of a certain project.
Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his eyes and knocked on the door calmly.
"Come in—"
Following the invitation, the black-haired man sat on the chair under the moonlight. His red eyes reflected a color between blood and dark purple in the moonlight, like some legendary creature that could transform in the moonlight.
A cute cheer was also heard.
A blonde girl who looked very different from the one in Sawada Tsunayoshi's memory sprinted over and nimbly hugged his thighs.
"Tsunayoshi!" The blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl looked up at him eagerly and said, "Alice hasn't seen Tsunayoshi for a long time! I missed you so much--!"
And Sen Ougai also smiled at him.
"Welcome to the Port Mafia," he said, calling Sawada Tsuneyoshi by his first name, "Tsuneyoshi-kun."
"Let me get this straight to the point. How about joining my port mafia?"
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No matter which world it is, practicing Tai Chi with an old fox is very tiring.
Sawada Tsunayoshi and Mori Ogai fought round after round of Tai Chi until Alice, the opponent with special abilities, became impatient and didn't even say a name.
When Alice pretended to cry and said she was angry, Mori Ogai was trying to persuade her with his special ability while saying goodbye to Sawada Tsunayoshi with a wry smile.
"In that case, let's stop here for today." He said, "However, I still say the same thing. I hope you can consider joining the port mafia."
The leader's expression froze, as if he wanted to repeat the tragedy of lacking both manpower and food.
Tsunayoshi Sawada was neither moved nor prepared to accept the proposal.
He just wavered suspiciously after the other party took out a chip.
He postponed the matter and left the port mafia first.
This street, located five kilometers from the port, is a street where Dazai himself has confirmed that the food is delicious.
Sawada Tsunayoshi touched his stomach and walked straight over after leaving the port. He chose a small restaurant, ordered food and started waiting for the meal.
The meal hadn't arrived yet, but a bald middle-aged man came and said he hoped to share the table.
Tsunayoshi Sawada looked around and saw that the store was doing good business, so he nodded and accepted the offer from the middle-aged man.
No words for a moment.
When both of their dishes were served, the man suddenly spoke.
"Sawada-kun," he took out a folding fan from somewhere and opened it, sneaking over. Recalling the information about the boy he had obtained through some special channels, the other party looked like a minor, and the body was even a baby (not really), so he couldn't help but stiffly slow down his tone, "Do you want to come to the Special Ability Department to play?"
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