Chapter 113 Dazai's Life in the Demon Slayer Corps
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When Muzan Kibutsuji and his crew suffered from diarrhea every day, Dazai Osamu was left in the Demon Slayer Corps and was woken up by Rengoku Kyojuro every morning.
"Mr. Dazai—"
The morning light shines through the paper door and falls faintly on the quilt.
Dazai Osamu opened his eyes hazily and began to count listlessly.
“1.”
"Mr. Dazai!"
This time, a different voice came.
“2.”
Dazai Osamu turned over reluctantly and held the quilt in his arms.
"Katsuro!"
Another sound.
“3.”
Dazai sighed and sat up with a mournful look on his face. "What's with Killing Taro?... It's been a week, and every day that pig-headed boy gives me a new name. It's truly a unique life experience."
"Mr. Dazai—"
This time the voice was softer, and it was accompanied by a trembling cry.
"That yellow-haired brat, why does he avoid me every time he sees me?"
Dazai Osamu muttered as he grabbed a handful of his messy hair.
He turned his head to look at the live broadcast interface. There were not many comments on the screen, and occasionally a few people sent "Good morning".
The live broadcast camera did not cut to Li Xiaoqi, but was facing the courtyard full of flowers. Li Xiaoqi would only appear in the camera after waking up, washing up, and tidying up his appearance.
At this time, Li Xiaoqi was probably sleeping soundly in the room with his quilt in his arms.
Although transformed into a ghost, her biological clock never changed.
The sound of even breathing came from the live broadcast room. Dazai Osamu smiled silently, with a gentle look between his brows.
"Good morning."
He murmured softly, not knowing whether he was greeting Li Xiaoqi or saying good morning to the audience in the live broadcast room.
Almost every day, Dazai Osamu would say this when he was woken up.
It was just too early, so only a few people heard it.
[So, Zai Ni, are you greeting us or Xiao Qi?]
Such conversations appear in the live broadcast room every day.
Dazai never answered.
“Snap—”
The door was opened.
The golden sunlight illuminated his upper body. Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes and raised his hands to cover his eyes uncomfortably.
A group of people stood on the corridor. They were shrouded in the sun and their appearance could not be seen clearly, just like the Son of God who had descended to earth.
Always stay energetic, even at this early hour...
Dazai Osamu glanced at Rengoku Kyojuro and Kamado Tanjiro, and saw one of the straight-limbed young men had his head hung down.
No, the only person who is like him is this young man named Agatsuma Zenitsu, who looks listless every morning.
"Mr. Dazai, let's welcome a beautiful day!"
Rengoku Kyojuro smiled brightly, his fiery red and golden orange hair just like the sun's radiance.
Dazai Osamu opened his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he nodded dejectedly like a deflated balloon.
Faced with Rengoku Kyojuro's enthusiastic invitation to train, he knew that resistance was useless.
Dazai Osamu didn't understand why Rengoku Kyojuro was so persistent in training with him?
From the past to now, he has never figured it out.
"Let me wash up first."
Dazai Osamu yawned, threw off the quilt and stood up.
"I knew you would say that."
Rengoku Kyojuro affirmed, nodding to the side.
Rengoku Chijuro came over with a basin of water and placed it at the door with a smile on his face.
The little boy's eyes sparkled brightly, "Mr. Dazai, please wash up."
Dazai Osamu fell silent.
The same scene was repeated every day during this week. Previously, he was just forced to wake up for exercise, but after he violently resisted one time, his room was surrounded by the Rengoku Brothers, Tanjiro and others.
By the way, his room was formerly owned by Li Xiaoqi and was occupied by him, while his original room is now occupied by Rengoku Kyojuro.
Since the two are siblings in the eyes of the Demon Slayer Corps, they have no objection.
Dazai Osamu showed a helpless look and sat in front of the basin looking at his reflection in the water.
His hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and the bandage wrapped around his face was still on the pillow. He put his hands in the water.
It didn't feel cold to the touch. Rengoku Chijuro thoughtfully added hot water into it, and the water temperature was just right.
Dazai Osamu suddenly realized a problem and his habits were changed.
In the past, he was in the office of the leader of the port mafia, and the bandage on his face was never removed except when it was time to change it.
Now, if he doesn't take it off before sleeping at night, Dazai Osamu feels uncomfortable as if his head is restrained by something.
When did it start?
Suddenly, Dazai Osamu couldn't explain it, and that's what happened when he realized it.
The sound of water splashed. While he was washing his face and brushing his teeth, Tanjiro Kamado walked in very considerately and deftly folded the messy bed and put it in the cabinet.
Dazai Osamu wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and looked back to see that the room was tidy.
“…”
Tanjiro Kamado had a smile on his face and said energetically, "Mr. Dazai, the room is ready. Come out with us next."
"I made lunch boxes for everyone."
Rengoku Chijuro was standing in the corridor, dragging a large, heavy bag of gifts over.
Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched, "Are you nagging mothers? I can do these things myself..."
Rengoku Kyojuro stared at him and said, "Mr. Dazai will definitely delay time on purpose."
Dazai Osamu was speechless and sighed with his head down.
"I really can't do anything about you."
Really, why do such people still exist in the world who disregard the wishes of others and keep pestering them?
Because this is a different world?
In his original world, such people only exist in those beautiful and bright comics.
The pig-headed boy sat cross-legged on the side, staring at him like a wild beast.
"hurry up!"
My wife Zenitsu was lying on the porch, curled up and taking a nap.
Dazai Osamu took out a new bandage from the drawer, wrapped it around his face in front of the mirror, and changed into a more casual kimono that was easier to walk in.
"Today's lunch box has the crab meat that Mr. Dazai likes."
Tanjiro Kamado's voice came from behind him.
"Mr. Tanjiro helped me cook today, thank you very much."
Rengoku Chijuro laughed and said embarrassedly.
Dazai Osamu's body stiffened and he turned around to look, "How do you know..."
Tanjiro Kamado said as a matter of course: "When eating, Mr. Dazai always eats the food he likes first and puts aside the food he doesn't like."
"My brother is like this. Mr. Dazai is still a child."
Dazai puffed up his cheeks and said, "I am a mature adult."
"Alright, if we don't get out of here soon, we'll miss the shooting and blasting training after morning practice. You guys passed the Uzui training yesterday, so you're going to Kanroji Temple today, right?"
Tanjiro Kamado, Inosuke Hashibira, and Zenitsu Agatsuma, who was woken up by Senjuro, nodded in unison.
Rengoku Kyojuro was strangely silent for a few seconds, then said with a smile, "That might be a bit hard, but good luck anyway!"
Three little ones: “?”
"Speaking of the Pillar's shooting and blasting training, the instructor is right here..."
Tanjiro Kamado whispered softly.
Rengoku Chijuro stood on tiptoe and whispered in Kamado Tanjiro's ear, "So, Brother comes to wake Dazai-san up every day because he's definitely worried that he'll skip his special training with the Anti-Hira. "
Tanjiro Kamado blinked and asked in surprise, "Really...?"
"Maybe that's the reason, but I always feel there are other reasons."
He laughed and raised his hand to scratch his cheek.
Dazai Osamu curled his lips reluctantly, "I'm ready, shall we go out?"
Rengoku Kyojuro gave a thumbs-up and praised: "Well! You were very obedient today——"
Dazai Osamu's forehead jumped and he shouted in anger.
"Don't treat me like a child!!!"
Inosuke Hashibira crossed his arms and laughed mockingly.
Osamu Dazai: "..."
"I really just don't want to be laughed at by the pig-headed boy."
The group walked up the mountain, and Dazai Osamu's voice was lost in the sound of footsteps.
*
After running, Dazai Osamu lay under a big tree to enjoy the cool air.
After morning exercise, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma and Inosuke Hashibira went to the training ground to conduct basic swordsmanship and physical training. This is the unchanging training for the team members below the Pillar level every morning.
This part was originally assigned to the pillars, and was carried out in shifts, with one or two pillars in charge. The remaining pillars participated in the special training on hot weapons led by Dazai Osamu in the morning.
Two days after the training began, Dazai Osamu suggested that this would lead to inconsistent training progress for the Nine Pillars, and proposed to call in the trainers from the Demon Slayer Corps to take charge of the team members' morning training.
Therefore, the Demon Slayer Corps lord Ubuyashiki Yoya urgently summoned the trainers, and the nine pillars were able to participate in the training of new thermal weapons together.
Dazai Osamu stared at the white clouds in the sky in a trance, and the picture on the live broadcast interface next to him remained unchanged.
The number of comments posted by viewers gradually increased, most of which were saying "on the way to the morning shift" or "on the way to class."
Suddenly, a cold touch came from my forehead.
A water bag filled with ice water was placed on Dazai Osamu's forehead, followed by the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.
Dazai Osamu took off the water bag, and the sunlight shone through the branches, reflecting tiny rays of light in the water.
A few bright red fruits were floating in the transparent bag.
"What are you thinking about?"
Rengoku Kyojuro sat next to Dazai Osamu, his hands behind his back, his tone comfortable.
Dazai shook the bag in the water and said, "I don't think about anything."
Rengoku Kyojuro was stunned and looked at him for a long time.
The mottled shadows of the trees swayed on Dazai Osamu's face, and the water droplets on the water bag kept dripping onto the white bandage, leaving circles of water stains.
“So cold.”
Water droplets seeped through the bandage, and the moist feeling came through his cheek.
Dazai Osamu sat up, his hair on his forehead soaked with sweat.
"The bandages don't work anymore."
He untied the bandage and threw it aside, then slowly exhaled.
Rengoku Kyojuro smiled but said nothing.
Dazai Osamu opened the water bag, took out the red fruits inside, threw one to Rengoku Kyojuro, and put one in his mouth.
One sip of it is refreshing and cool, which can dispel the heat in your body after exercise.
"This method is good. It's a natural refrigerator."
Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes in enjoyment and sighed.
Rengoku Kyojuro chuckled, "I don't know what a refrigerator is, but if you put the fruit in a cold stream for a few hours during the hot weather, the flesh will become icy."
"My mother taught me this. She used to do it all the time when she was little back home."
Dazai Osamu pondered for a moment and did not answer, but just kept putting the fruit into his mouth.
The wind blew through the woods, making a rustling sound.
Rengoku Kyojuro and Dazai Osamu sat side by side, their cloaks dyed with red flames fluttering in the wind.
The sun slanted into the shadows under the tree, spreading from Rengoku Kyojuro's back to Dazai Osamu.
Dazai Osamu glanced sideways at Rengoku Kyojuro and looked into his red-orange eyes.
Rengoku Kyojuro noticed his gaze, narrowed his eyes at him, and gave him his usual bright smile.
"Come on, it's time for training, buddy."
Dazai Osamu opened his eyes wide, and the sound of birds singing filled the quiet forest.
The white bandages were blown away by the wind, floating in the air and hanging on the branches of the trees.
He lowered his head, his mind blank.
Dazai Osamu didn't think about anything and subconsciously followed Rengoku Kyojuro.
"Ah, you can call me instructor or teacher."
Rengoku Kyojuro was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Fortunately, this place isn't far from the training ground, Dazai."
Dazai Osamu stopped and his expression was calm.
“…The teacher will be added later.”
Rengoku Kyojuro acted as if he didn't hear anything and continued walking forward.
Dazai Osamu looked at his back, his calm expression broken.
He sighed helplessly and followed dejectedly.
"There's really nothing we can do about this kind of person."
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