Chapter 20
Third person perspective.
The two sat at a small table by the window, which was filled with all sorts of desserts. The window next to them was one-way glass, from which they could clearly see the scene outside.
Dongshu placed the small backpack on her lap and unzipped it a little further, revealing glimpses of black and white fur inside. Dongshu gently stroked it, and a familiar spiritual energy emanated from it.
The chair was too high; my feet couldn't touch the ground.
She swung her legs, skillfully picked up a piece of cake with her hand, and put it in her mouth.
The sweet taste fills the mouth, not an overly cloying sweetness, but a taste that brings happiness to the person tasting it.
Fuyuki squinted her eyes happily, pink bubbles rising around her. She looked at Alice across from her, who was also blissfully enjoying the sweets, and felt as if her happiness was multiplied.
"Alice, try this."
Fuyuki picked up the small donuts with both hands and handed them to Alice.
The donuts are ring-shaped with a bright yellow appearance. They are delicate and have a crispy texture. The cream is sweet but not greasy, and the mango aroma is strong and fills the air.
The trembling of the nose releases a sweet fragrance.
Alice picked up a piece and was instantly captivated, her eyes shining: "Delicious!"
"Right!"
Fuyuki nodded repeatedly in agreement with his friend's approval.
Alice is a friend that Fuyuki has made in the past few days. Her timing was just right. As people who love sweets like her, they have common topics and quickly became acquainted.
Chatting with Alice is a magical feeling, um... Alice is so cute that it doesn't hurt even if you put her in your eyes.
The man who could create such a girl is truly...
Fuyuki cupped her face in her hands and chatted happily with Alice, occasionally popping a sweet treat into her mouth, her mind and body both receiving sweet nourishment.
Suddenly, a familiar aura appeared in her senses. She looked at Alice in front of her, and it was an aura that originated from the same source as Alice.
Soon, a call came from behind.
"Alice-chan~"
A man wearing a white coat and looking dejected stepped into the pink dessert shop. He had stubble on his face and his black hair was a bit messy.
But when he looked this way, the man's dejected expression vanished, and his eyes lit up.
"Alice-chan!" he said, walking quickly towards them.
Attracted by the movement, Fuyuki glanced at the man walking towards her and said, "Alice, he knows you."
Alice didn't even look up, still engrossed in the dessert, and said nonchalantly, "It's Rintaro."
Within the time it took to exchange a few words, the man arrived, weeping bitterly, "Alice-chan~ I was so worried about you, you suddenly disappeared..."
As he spoke, he wiped away non-existent tears and bent down to get closer to Alice.
Alice pushed him away with her hand, pouting in refusal: "Don't suddenly get so close!"
With the girl pressing his face against his, the man made a tearful expression, his voice becoming pitiful: "Alice-chan..."
"It's all because Rintaro is so busy that he can't stop, and he's completely neglecting me. He even lost my favorite little cake! You idiot Rintaro!"
"I'm sorry, Alice-chan, I promise it won't happen again. You can have as many little cakes as you want, okay, okay, Alice-chan~"
The man known as Rintaro pleaded humbly with the blonde girl.
Alice crossed her arms: "Hmph! Middle-aged men's words are the least reliable! Fuyuki-chan, let's continue, let's ignore Rintaro."
Alice said this as she got up to take Fuyuki away.
Fuyuki watched the scene unfold with some surprise. Hearing Alice's words, she nodded and put a small piece of cake she had stuck in her hand into her mouth.
Ah, it's so sweet.
"That's so unfair!" Rintaro completely collapsed in despair.
Seeing Rintaro's dejected expression, Fuyuki hesitated before finally speaking, "Uncle, you can't ignore Alice."
Ignoring oneself is such strange behavior.
It's also a strange thing to argue with yourself.
But Alice is adorable, so the only strange one is this weird uncle in front of me. I hate awful adults, and he's completely different from my own Knife...
But for Alice's sake, I'll just go along with it.
Rintaro looked up, his face still showing lingering worry: "It's my fault. I've been so busy dealing with this big problem lately that I neglected Alice-chan's feelings."
"You must be Fuyuki-chan, Alice-chan mentioned you to me, saying you two are very good friends~ I'm Mori Taro, Fuyuki-chan can call me Rintaro along with Alice~"
Forest Taro stood up, trying to appear more reliable. Although his face still showed signs of dejection, he revealed a gentle smile, and a strange light flashed in his purplish-red eyes.
Fuyuki found this person to be quite strange, and hesitated before speaking, "...Uncle Mori."
Forest Taro looked somewhat disappointed, muttering, "Why? Why won't my lovely Fuyuki-chan call me Rintarou...?"
"It's all because Rintaro is so strange!"
Alice decisively sabotaged the plan.
"Alice-chan~" He looked even sadder.
Fuyuki's gaze shifted back and forth between the two people.
Soon, the man's sadness no longer attracted her attention. Looking at the blurry paper that was almost taking shape in front of her, Dongshu suddenly jumped off the stool.
She looked apologetic and quickly said, "Sorry, Alice-chan, I suddenly have something urgent to attend to."
Alice was no stranger to her sudden departures, and nodded: "Go on your way, we'll get together again next time~"
“Okay! See you next time, Alice-chan,” she hesitated for a moment, but still said the title, “...Uncle Mori.”
After saying that, she quickly left, clutching her backpack.
They didn't want to stay a moment longer.
Watching Fuyuki's departing figure, Mori Taro pondered, "Is it Dazai again?"
"But she's such a cute girl~" He made a strange expression and his voice was sticky.
"Rintaro!"
He immediately snapped out of his daze: "Of course Alice-chan is the cutest! The cutest~"
Dongshu followed the direction indicated by the papers around him that others couldn't see, and the number of people along the way decreased.
Based on her experience, this was no ordinary attempt to hang herself by drowning. She silently deployed a spiritual shield to avoid being accidentally injured on her way forward.
The little tiger that had been sitting in the backpack followed quietly beside her, alert to its surroundings. As the companion tiger of the Five Tigers, it and its four companions were not just pets; they also possessed fighting power.
Meanwhile, Gokotai himself separated from Tsurumaru Kuninaga to deal with the Time Retrograde Army that had recently appeared in various parts of Yokohama.
Recently, for some unknown reason, more and more Time Travelers have been crossing the repaired world wall to come here, which has suddenly increased the workload for Gokotai and the newly joined Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
However, the Time Retrograde Army that has appeared so far is still within their capabilities, so Fuyuki doesn't need to call for reinforcements from the citadel for the time being.
Seeing the black-haired boy playing a game console behind cover, Fuyuki, sensing his presence, quickly grabbed his sleeve and led him away.
"Oh no! It dodged it!"
Suddenly pulled away, disrupting what I was doing.
"Little Winter Tree, my game!"
Seeing the huge "Game Over" message on the screen, the boy felt like crying.
Fuyuki sighed and scratched his head helplessly: "Let's start over..."
Without warning, a huge object crashed down where the boy had just been standing, exploding violently. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, debris scattered everywhere, and flames danced in his dark eyes.
Fuyuki closed his eyes briefly, managing to finish his sentence before the explosion could even register: "...Dazai, don't do anything rash—"
"Wow~" Dazai Osamu looked over there with feigned surprise.
Spiritual energy steadily surrounded the two, moving them away from the center of danger, and the remaining impact was blocked one by one.
With a cry of "Dazai-sama!", the place that had just seemed safe and sound was reduced to rubble.
Fuyuki breathed a sigh of relief. The large thing she had just sensed had really startled her; the Mafia's fighting was truly intense.
"Dazai-san!"
"Are you alright, Mr. Dazai?"
Seeing several subordinates rushing over, Dazai Osamu raised his hand and called out, "Here—here—I'm alright."
Seeing his subordinates' relaxed faces, his smile remained unchanged. He slowly walked towards them. The battle had been settled, except for the final step.
As Dazai Osamu walked, his subordinates suddenly felt an invisible pressure. The boy walked past them, but their nerves remained tense until he passed one of them.
The man's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his hands were clenched almost imperceptibly, and his jaw was clenched. As Dazai Osamu walked past him, he tried his best to relax his body.
"Clang." Then came the sensation of cold metal pressing against the back of his head. His muscles tensed uncontrollably. Death brushed past him and then suddenly seized his soul.
"Boom!"
Dazai Osamu waved his hand expressionlessly, his gaze fixed on Fuyuki's departing figure as he almost disappeared from sight, and said in an icy tone, "Dealt with."
"yes!"
—
You can observe a lot from a person.
The sinister glint in one's eyes when unseen, the unintentional disdain when receiving orders, the subtle actions one thinks are foolproof during an operation.
Upon seeing the target achieved, Mingming's worried shouts couldn't hide his smugness. But upon seeing the target intact, his pupils constricted for a moment, followed by a flash of murderous intent.
Heavy breathing, stiff movements, clumsy imitation, evasive eyes, trembling fingertips... every single one of these is blatant evidence.
A complete idiot who thinks no one will find out—a traitor.
And so, the smiling target brushed past him, a fleeting moment of cold, mechanical inattention.
"Bang!"
The fallen body, the wide-open eyes, the blood spreading on the ground—that was his final appearance.
Fuyuki never understood any of this.
—
Sitting on the bench, Dongshu held her milk tea and savored it, while the little tiger rested at her feet.
Looking at Dazai Osamu sitting next to him, he also held a cup of milk tea, puffed out his cheeks, and the milk tea entered his mouth through the transparent plastic tube.
"Ugh, Mr. Mori, you're such a nuisance. You dump everything on me. You're such an annoying adult."
Dazai Osamu complained as the setting sun cast its glow on his face, making the exposed skin, not covered by bandages, appear rosy.
"Mr. Mori?" Fuyuki asked in confusion, this was the first time she had heard this title from Osamu Dazai.
"He's a pervert who likes young girls," Dazai Osamu said disdainfully.
"Sen...Rintaro?"
Upon hearing this, Dazai Osamu jolted, his slightly narrowed eyes widening dramatically, his voice urgent and terrified: "Fuyuki! He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Meeting Dazai Osamu's gaze, Fuyuki shook his head: "Although he's a strange person..."
“It’s not strange, it’s perverted,” Dazai Osamu corrected.
"Ah, he's a pervert." Fuyuki nodded in agreement, feeling melancholy. He really was a failed adult.
[Author's Note]
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