Chapter 102
Red scarf → Sand-colored coat
The port's Mafia building was stormed by unknown, knife-wielding assailants who breached the leader's office. And, like the former leader, the current leader is a lolicon (a person with a penchant for young girls).
Fake.
Fuyuki grabbed the knife that was the first one that rushed at him and swiftly moved away from the only source of danger in the office.
"Master! Are you alright?" Hasebe picked up the little Saniwa from the ground and held her in his arms, looking her up and down several times.
Fuyuki played along, her expression a mix of excitement and relief: "You've finally arrived!"
She no longer has to face the oppressive leader version of Osamu Dazai alone.
How terrifying.
Gokotai, with his tiger, blocked the people outside the door, while Tsurumaru Kuninaga, his eyes sparkling, ran towards the door that had been breached.
He glanced at it twice, then straightened up, pointed to the door, and asked, "Master, may I use this door?"
Fuyuki: "?"
She looked at the true owner of the door.
Dazai Osamu had already withdrawn his hand and stood up straight. Despite the chaotic scene, he still maintained his smile: "Hmm... If Fuyuki wants it, feel free to take this useless thing."
Dongshu blinked: "Thank you."
Upon hearing this, Tsurumaru Kuninaga picked up the door panel with both hands, raised it above his head, and threw it into the empty doorway.
The sturdy door panel just grazed over Hasebe's head. Fuyuki only felt a flash of light before the door panel was suddenly placed around his neck as someone lunged at him from the doorway.
In an instant, the giant tiger, which had been fiercely attacking, was forced to stay outside the door, and the entire building was rattled by its crashing.
Fuyuki: "!"
She wondered why the crane was suddenly interested in the door panel; was it planning to do this?!
Wow, is this building sturdy enough?
The enormous white tiger let out a deafening roar, sending shards of stone flying from the walls. Its personality was consumed by bestiality, and its eyes were filled only with pure killing intent.
The five tigers retreated cautiously, standing beside the Saniwa to protect her.
“Master... that guy is no ordinary tiger.”
Fuyuki nodded: "He is a superhuman."
Dazai Osamu remained calm, though there was even a hint of inexplicable dissatisfaction in his eyes.
But this at least confirms that they are from the port Mafia.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga rested his chin on one hand and gripped his main body at his waist with the other: "It seems to be working."
"...That's too hasty." Dongshu glared at him and gave him a symbolic reprimand. "Don't just put a door on other people's heads like that."
This is someone else's territory.
"Oh dear, wasn't that a rather amusing scare?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga patted the little Saniwa's head. "Now that he can't come in, no one else can come in for the time being either, and we—"
He looked at Dazai Osamu with a smile: "Now I can have a good chat with this leader."
Dazai Osamu sighed softly, "This is really troublesome."
He glanced lightly at his out-of-control subordinates, then looked back at the familiar ochre color.
He said, "Now, in what capacity are you speaking to me?"
Fuyuki hugged Hasebe tightly around the neck, his entire body completely protected by the three swords.
She said matter-of-factly, "A good person who can help you."
In the midst of the chaos, Yokohama told her that her arrival here was inextricably linked to the person before her.
He needs her.
Dazai Osamu shook his head: "Little Fuyuki just said he didn't know me, but now he wants to help me? Children's hearts are really hard to fathom."
"It's also disgusting."
"Zheng—!"
The sharp blade stood out, pointing directly at Dazai Osamu.
"Hey—are you talking to our master?!"
Hasebe drew his sword with one hand, his eyes fierce and his aura ruthless.
Dazai Osamu was taken aback.
He glanced at the frozen winter tree, then at the protective tsukumogami.
He kicked back the orange color that was spreading towards his feet.
Dazai Osamu burst out laughing.
"interesting."
His shoulders began to tremble, and the young leader truly began to resemble a young man.
Dongshu covered her face.
Why did those words come out of Hasebe's mouth again?
This further diminished the sense of confrontation that was already present even before the event was held.
With the chaos at the entrance mostly resolved, and the office losing its door no longer offering any secrecy, the conversation could no longer continue there.
"Let's go somewhere else."
Fuyuki patted Hasebe's head. "Hasebe, well done. Take me to the next place."
"I will obey your command."
He looks incredibly energetic, having become his master's mobile mount.
The new place was also dark.
It went even further, to the point where it was pitch black.
The door behind him closed, and seeing Tsurumaru Kuninaga walking with an air of floating, Fuyuki quickly grabbed him.
Be careful.
"Mmm~ It won't suddenly disappear, Master, don't worry."
No, the blind katana doesn't look like something you shouldn't worry about at all.
The five tiger generals, skilled in night combat, had a mischievous little tiger gathered around them, remaining vigilant at all times.
You can't be too comfortable with someone else's headquarters.
At this moment, his strongest fighting force is the Saniwa's protective sword.
Fuyuki, who had been listening to Yokohama's constant nagging, shook her head wearily. Even though she was so dark-skinned, she no longer felt nervous.
Dazai Osamu effortlessly pulled out his weapon and sat down with ease.
"Well, Dazai, is there anything you want to do?"
Dongshu sat not far from him, her spiritual energy flowing, her eyes already adjusted to the darkness. She spoke first, "Right now, for example, do you want to drink water, eat, or sleep?"
Perhaps what those in high positions desire is to have free time that isn't taken away by work?
Dazai Osamu paused in his toying with the pistol: "What kind of opening is this?"
It seems not.
Dazai Osamu calmly fixed his gaze on the girl surrounded by humanoid deities.
"Do you want to die?" Fuyuki continued trying, his face expressionless.
As soon as he finished speaking, the tsukumogami beside him prepared to attack, as if Dazai Osamu's wish to die could be granted immediately with just a response.
"ha?"
That's weird.
Dazai Osamu raised an eyebrow: "Painless death? Swords can't do that."
“It seems you don’t want to die.” Fuyuki ruled out a wrong answer, and thoughtfully stroked her chin. “Yokohama said you have a wish that needs to be fulfilled. Doesn’t that mean you successfully committed a painless suicide?”
In the previous world, Dazai Osamu didn't really want to die; he thought that if things were different, this guy would really want to die.
It's somehow reasonable to feel bored while sitting at the top of power.
“Just ask me about my wish.” Dazai Osamu’s one hawk-like eye widened, his tone a mixture of surprise and delight. “Is Fuyuki’s character this time the wish-granter? How interesting.”
"No, I'm not."
She didn't have a specific mission this time; she just came to keep an eye on the world of the little stray dogs, but it doesn't seem peaceful at all right now.
"Hmm." Dazai Osamu's red scarf tilted with his movement, and he tilted his head slightly, his tone carrying a chilling undertone. "Then it doesn't matter. What does my wish have to do with you?"
"After all, we have no relationship whatsoever."
Fuyuki's previous mission target, Dazai Osamu, is not the person in front of him. Since he has no mission, how could a playful child really do anything?
"oh."
Hearing this, Fuyuki lost all desire to explore.
It was Yokohama who brought this up, and it has nothing to do with world stability. Since she herself is like this, she doesn't care.
"Alright then, I'll be going now if there's nothing else."
Suddenly feeling a dryness in her eyes, she lowered her head, closed them, rubbed them, and mumbled, "Chief Grand Tutor."
"Hmm?" came the voice of doubt.
Suddenly, Hasebe reached out and shielded her behind him.
Fuyuki looked up, only to see an unfamiliar version of Osamu Dazai in a sand-colored coat.
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