Chapter 83: The job content is to humiliate the former boss for money. It’s so cool, right?


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Chapter 83: My job is to humiliate my former boss for money. How cool is that?

After this month, the swords of Honmaru have awakened a lot, with more than fifty vibrations.

When the swords that were awakened earlier heard this "friend", they looked at each other silently without saying anything. In addition to the two teams of short swordsmen who patrol the surrounding area, they also have two teams of swordsmen who are out on the road. Their mission is to do anything, but they are not allowed to return to the main palace unless they have fun.

The sword master does not exist in this timeline, he is a time stowaway. The traces they left behind will gradually disappear, and all those who knew them will completely forget them over time. Except for their companions and the Shinsengumi, they cannot leave any mark in any world. Likewise, they can also sightsee without restraint.

Just as Hasebe was about to nod, he saw Bagata Naginata take out his cell phone and quickly send a message to the third team.

"Master, is there anything else you want? Do you want a game console? The shrine is already powered so you can get whatever you want. I'll have them bring it back."

With the help of the Armed Detective Agency, the diligent Touma bought the shrine's property at a high price, disguised the place to look presentable, and even provided water and electricity. Tsurumaru often went out to play games in the shrine. Some food snacks that Honmaru cannot produce will also be bought and put in the refrigerator, which is perfect.

As for the funds... well, Xiaopan is essentially a piece of gold that is as long as a thumb, as thick as a thumb, and as wide as a thumb...

And the small judges they have accumulated over the past few decades have accumulated a whole warehouse. In quantitative terms, it is Kingsoft (the real version).

"Baxing..."

"Hasebe, the master has not appointed a close attendant." Baxing glanced at him, gave him a 'friendly' reminder, turned off his phone, lowered his head and said meekly: "It's done."

"My lord..." Hasebe opened his mouth and said in a low voice with grievance.

Qian Jianmu was silent for a moment, and finally decided to smooth things over.

"Thank you Tomogata. Hasebe usually works hard, so you can take a break now."

Before Yakiri Hasebe could express his loyalty, he heard Basagata Naginata laugh.

"Yeah, take a break."

Hello! Are you secretly happy? This is no longer just secretly enjoying it, this is already being a bitch in the open!

The swords surrounding it in a circle did not speak, and they remained silent very wisely. This scene was not the first time it appeared. Ever since the Ba-shaped naginata was awakened, its owner has often fallen into a Shura field. Putting the two main controllers together is very annoying.

The Ba-shaped naginata is a collective consciousness of a type of naginata. It does not refer to a specific naginata, but is a completely new existence. Unlike other blades that have had many owners throughout history, this one has never been used and is very pure... It seems a bit bad to say this.

Because he has never had a master, and the nature of swords is to be driven by others, so don't be fooled by his appearance of a cold and aloof queen (king), the moment he opens his eyes and sees the Shinsengumi, he is completely finished and goes crazy and can't extricate himself.

This is different from Yasaki Hasebe, who cares deeply about his master and objectifies himself to take care of his master physically. Baxing Naginata has a high degree of divinity but lacks humanity. He believes that he was created by the Shinsengumi and is completely a part of the Shinsengumi. He completely and totally stands on the side of his master in his soul, supporting and helping him unconditionally. He doesn't even care about the friendship between swords and can fight against his own kind with swords without any burden.

In the chaotic Honmaru, the Ba-gata naginata will never harm its master and will calmly accept any cruel abuse. Even most of the Ba-shaped Naginata can sense the violence in the heart of the Shinsengumi and lure them into making mistakes, and then become their accomplices and accomplices. Their only goal is to fulfill all of the Shinsengumi's wishes, whether good or bad.

But although many swordsmen in Honmaru were persecuted by Baxing, the swordsmen had no ill feelings towards him. He is just a mirror, reflecting the inner thoughts of the Shinsengumi, while he himself is like a newborn, clear and without complicated thoughts of his own.

In some ways, the Ba-gata naginata is a true sword that will never resist and will always obey. Although it is a bit devilish when facing its master, if the master is a good one, the Ba-gata Naginata will help the master take care of all the blades in the Honmaru. Those inexplicable and outrageous words he uttered in an attempt to pressure Hasebe seemed strangely insightful and cute to those who were not in the know, which made it impossible for people to get angry at him.

Ba-gata Naginata himself knows that he is sometimes... So he never goes anywhere except to the Shinsengumi, never participates in sword activities, and at most chats with other naginata of the same kind. The only person who could see all of his evil was Yasiri Hasebe, who was competing with him for the master's responsibility. Only Yasiri Hasebe truly realized the green tea and evilness of this man, and was tortured by him.

Ever since awakening the Ba-shaped Naginata, Sengenmaku has not been alone. With his senses, he is sure that the Ba-shaped Naginata is not following him, but for some reason, no matter where he goes, a Ba-shaped Naginata will appear beside him on time after a countdown of ten minutes. The Ba-shaped Naginata didn't say anything, just refreshed quietly and followed quietly.

Sometimes when he was sleeping, when he opened his eyes, Ba-gata Naginata was sitting not far away, watching him. It feels like an enhanced version of Pervert Stock, that's enough! What kind of blade is this!

Feeling extremely complicated, Qian Jianmu rubbed his temples and felt his head hurt even more.

"Master, do you have a headache? Do you need ice water or a hot water bottle? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Noticing his expression, Bagata Naginata bent down again and asked.

Just 17cm taller than him! As for bending over so hard? And you don't realize that you are the culprit at all!

While pressing Hasebe, he was overtaken again, and his whole body became gloomy.

"I was here first..."

Lost, completely lost! I've already said that you're a loser, so cheer up, Yakiri Hasebe——

Chiganemaku complained quietly in his heart. Every time he stood between the swords, he felt like there were a group of people surrounding him and telling him manzai stories. The complaints he secretly made could fill up Tokyo Bay...

He felt that if he continued like this he would become a complainer. Peace was indeed a hotbed of complainers. He refused the company and went straight back to the castle tower. He hung a sign at the door saying "Resting and not disturbed" and then made his bed and entered low-power sleep mode.

Thinking is a painful thing, and it feels terrible that it is not him who is thinking, but something is thinking with his brain. Fortunately, the Sword World will soon complete the analysis, and once Dazai Osamu delivers it, we can prepare for action.

His head was dizzy, and he could vaguely see a pair of clear and transparent purple eyes. There was some complex expression in the eyes that he could not quite understand, which sounded strange yet familiar. Then I felt my cheek being poked, and when I woke up suddenly, all the inexplicable sense of déjà vu disappeared. A pair of kite-colored eyes were staring at him very closely, so close that it even felt distorted.

Although it is kite color, if I have to explain it, it is probably brown with a hint of red. After his mind went blank for a while, Qian Jianmu pushed the person away silently.

"When did you come?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't pushed him. After this push, Dazai Osamu fell backwards weakly, like a turtle on its back, without struggling, and just lay down, even rolling up the quilt to take a sleep.

Okay, Dazai Osamu has arrived, the world consciousness has sent protons, and it’s time to go to work.

“I forgot.” He pouted: “I was just about to eat, but it came here in the blink of an eye.”

He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water, his hair was wet and there was a little moisture on his body. But he did not go into the water, because the white shirt he was wearing was dry. He must have just taken a shower, and after washing he casually put on his daily clothes to eat. As soon as he opened his mouth, his eyes flashed and he was no longer where he was.

"How long has it been over there?"

"Two and a half days."

"You don't seem very happy?"

"Ayatsuji Yukito called me an idiot."

……?

Has it suddenly come to the stage of filing a complaint?

"Forgive him, he is a bitch and he often scolds me." Qianjian said cautiously.

"Edogawa Ranpo called me an idiot." Dazai Osamu tilted his head and pretended to be angry and accusing.

"Then it must be your problem." Qian Jianmu answered immediately.

"This is too much! This is too much! Don't stop me, I, Dazai Osamu, will jump off the building today!"

Dazai Osamu jumped up and rushed to the window. Although his physical skills were average, his agility was extremely high. In a flash, he saw the man reach the window. Chijianmu stood up and calculated in his mind whether he would die if he went down to the second floor. He judged that with Dazai Osamu's cockroach-like vitality, he probably would not die, so he sat down again leisurely.

Without anyone trying to stop him, Dazai Osamu put one leg on the window and the other one inside the room. He mumbled something, and then his voice stopped.

After waiting for a long time, no one jumped. Qian Jianmu felt it was unreasonable and heard a sneer.

"I forgot to ask, Mu Jun, who was here before? I felt very strange when I came here, and I always felt like someone seemed to know me..."

He turned back quietly.

"…an old friend?"

"Then your friend is really old." With a light sigh, he slowly retracted his legs and began to look around the room: "Sure enough, he is a loser. A useless old guy."

What's wrong with this person?

I was confused and watched Dazai Osamu shrink back into his previous quilt and go to sleep. He didn't respond when I talked to him and looked like he was trying to commit suicide by suffocation. Qian Jianmu went to the window and looked around.

There is no difference, but if you look at it from the perspective of jumping off a building…

He stuck his head out and looked at the wall outside the window.

Left: [It hurts even though it won’t kill you. I’ve tried it for you. No thanks, you childish kid.] :)]

Right: [By the way, I’ve found a job for you, have fun at work. 】

It was definitely left behind by the leader.

Before leaving, you secretly left a message to annoy me. Are you a primary school kid?

And Dazai Osamu was really ridiculed and started to become autistic. Not really? Not really?

"Are you angry?" Qian Jianmu poked the quilt.

The quilt moved a little, and he asked in a muffled voice:

"If I had known he was coming, I wouldn't have come."

"I worked really hard to get you here." He poked the quilt with his fingers again.

"Yes, yes, it's very hard. Did they work so hard to force me to work here?" Dazai Osamu's resentment was greater than that of a demon.

"...So you're so annoying... Well, I don't have to go..."

Thousands of curtains pretend to be melancholy:

"The Port Mafia is really short of money right now. If they had 500 billion Mori Ogai, they could do anything, right? I was planning to let you be the prince of the Port Mafia who brought in money, bossing Mori Ogai around and your job would only be to humiliate people for money. I thought you would like it very much... It seems that I underestimated you. I didn't expect Dazai Osamu to be such an upright person..."

"...No, you got the wrong person. I am the best at humiliating people with money."

A bandaged hand swooped out from under the quilt and fiercely grabbed Qian Jianmu's arm. The boy's eye was so bright that it seemed to be glowing, with an expression of extreme interest.

"I am a little person. I like to watch and talk about it."

“…”

I'm sorry, Mr. Mori, this is good for Yokohama, and I'm sorry to have to bear with you for a while.

**

A week later, Dazai Osamu, the orphan of the legendary dragon head family, made a high-profile debut in Yokohama and spent 100 billion yen to become a cadre of the port mafia.

The nightmare of Mori Ogai and Nakahara Chuuya began from here.

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