Chapter 38: Dazai and Oda Sakunosuke agree to join the Armed Detective Agency; the female lead and her...
"Odasaku!"
Upon witnessing this scene, Dazai Osamu excitedly called out his friend's name, his eyes, which had been filled with sadness, now shining with bright joy.
Oda Sakunosuke, who had been on the verge of death, suddenly recovered from his injuries and seemed somewhat dazed, showing no joy at escaping death. He simply thanked me and Yosano Akiko politely, still looking lifeless.
I know very well why Oda Sakunosuke had no will to live and directly told the truth: "The children and the restaurant owner are not dead. What you saw was all an illusion! I used a shadow clone to deceive Gide."
Upon hearing my words, Oda Sakunosuke's dull, lifeless eyes immediately turned to me. He seemed unable to believe the good news, and asked in a trembling voice, "...Where...are they...?"
I took out my phone, dialed a number, and handed it to him. When the call connected, the restaurant owner's concerned voice came through, asking if the matter had been resolved and how Oda Sakunosuke was doing. The five children had asked several times when Oda Sakunosuke would come to pick them up and take them home.
When Oda Saku heard the faint voices of children coming through the phone, he showed an expression of happiness that was almost enough to make him cry. His voice was a little choked up when he talked to the children. He told Saku, Kosuke, Shinji, Yu, and Katsumi to be good and listen to their uncle. He would come over and pick them up right away.
After hanging up the phone, Oda Sakunosuke no longer felt the suffocating heaviness around him. He looked completely refreshed and different. He thanked me gratefully, and I took the opportunity to recommend the Armed Detective Agency to him, hoping that he would abandon the darkness and switch from the Port Mafia to the Armed Detective Agency.
Yosano Akiko had a good impression of Oda Sakunosuke, and upon learning of my plans, she joined in the persuasion, telling him that President Fukuzawa was a very kind person who cared deeply for his subordinates and would never abandon them like that scumbag lolicon Mori Ougai.
Oda Sakunosuke, who was grateful for the favors I and Yosano had shown him, readily agreed. This made me smile, as I was halfway through completing my plan. I then looked at Dazai with a tempting expression and said, "Dazai-san, why don't you come too? You promised Oda Sakunosuke that you would help others. The Armed Detective Agency is definitely the most suitable job for you, and you would also like to work with Oda Sakunosuke, wouldn't you?"
"I'm a member of the Port Mafia, joining the Armed Detective Agency isn't so easy." Dazai Osamu looked at me with a half-smile, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
I immediately grabbed his hand and said very eagerly, "It's okay, my teacher knows Officer Taneda of the Special Abilities Department. As long as I go underground for two years to clear my name, I can join the Armed Detective Agency."
"It sounds like such a hassle, I suddenly don't really want to go!"
Dazai Osamu's words almost made me lose my smile. I strongly suspected that he was trying to take the opportunity to make demands of me, and I felt like my credit card was about to be lost again.
Fortunately, Oda Sakunosuke said at this moment, "Don't bully Uta, Dazai. I'll go undercover with you, and we'll join the Armed Detective Agency together in two years."
"Since Oda Sakunosuke has spoken, so be it. I was originally hoping that the young lady would beg me properly!"
Dazai Osamu spoke with a regretful expression, which made me feel a surge of relief. I had no desire to know how this black mud spirit planned to make me beg. If he made some terrible request, I was afraid I would lose control and hit him.
Seeing that Dazai's face was still wrapped in bandages, fearing that he might join the Armed Detective Agency with this look, I reached out and ripped off the bandages covering half of his face, finally revealing the entire face of this man who had mastered the script.
It's quite amazing that his face still had the same skin tone despite being wrapped in bandages for so long.
“This looks much better, and it doesn’t seem so childish anymore, right, Oda Sakunosuke?” I tried to pull Oda Sakunosuke to my side, and Oda Sakunosuke, who was known for his naturalness, nodded seriously and said, “At least my view won’t be obstructed.”
"Dazai-san's eyes should be fine, right? Why are they wrapped in bandages? Is it some kind of evil king's true eye setting?" I asked the question I'd been wanting to ask and took the opportunity to tease him.
Dazai smiled coolly at me and said, "If you say one more word, I won't go to the Armed Detective Agency!"
I immediately shut up obediently, not daring to say another word.
Three days later, something shocking happened in the Port Mafia: Osamu Dazai, a high-ranking member, defected.
Because of this, Mori Ougai summoned me to the top floor. As soon as he saw me, he said in a very aggrieved tone, "Uta-chan, Dazai-kun's departure without saying goodbye really hurts me. I only did what a leader should do, why did he have to leave?"
"He was just doing what a subordinate should do when his friend is betrayed by his leader,"
I said expressionlessly, "I don't believe Mori Ougai really can't bear to part with Dazai Osamu. At most, he can't bear to part with Dazai Osamu's abilities. He should be relieved about this subordinate's defection."
Mori Ougai didn't seem to mind my retort and said in a more serious voice, "Tell Dazai-kun that I will keep his position as a senior member of the Port Mafia indefinitely."
"The leader should speak to Dazai-san himself later. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."
I turned to leave, not wanting to waste any more time with this scumbag leader. His actions of using Oda Sakunosuke for a supernatural ability business license and then coldly abandoning him were simply too much. I don't want to see him at all now. I've already done him a favor by obeying Mori Ougai's summons.
Suddenly, Mori Ougai's deep voice came from behind, "You don't mean to think about leaving the Port Mafia, do you? That won't do, it will cause trouble for Lord Fukuzawa."
Hearing the scumbag leader's veiled threat, I scoffed and said, "What's there to worry about, leader? With my current name, Sen Ouga, where could I possibly go? Don't worry, if I want to leave, I'll leave this world. I won't switch sides!"
After saying that, I strode away, tears streaming down my face. I really wanted to switch to the Armed Detective Agency, but as Mori Ōgai said, it would cause trouble for Professor Fukuzawa.
That scumbag leader will never allow such a useful knife like mine to fall into the hands of his enemy. Once I return to my teacher's side, the two supernatural organizations, the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency, will definitely go to war.
Therefore, I can only stay in the Port Mafia. Fortunately, without the constraints of the three bottles of wine, I no longer have to be a corporate slave. I can slack off on my daily work, or simply refuse. No one dares to say anything. The title of Port Mafia heiress is still very useful in many situations.
I wonder when the Demon Slayer world consciousness will find us. Although Dazai and Odasaku have already left the Port Mafia, they still need to lie low for two years to clear their names. They won't join the Armed Detective Agency until then, and only then will the timeline change.
It seems we'll have to wait a while longer, but I'm not in a hurry right now. I have more important things to do, and I can only take Yuanyi back with peace of mind after that is done.
Once Muzan is killed and the Demon Slayer world is saved, Yoriichi can return and settle down. Yokohama may be dangerous, with people always wanting to blow it up, but it's still better than the Warring States period without even flush toilets. The strongest Demon Slayer character is now studying middle school courses; I believe they'll thrive in this world.
That night, I dreamed of Jiguo Yansheng. I had lived in this world for three years, and the number of times I had my dreams with him was actually not frequent, only about two or three times a month.
Although we haven't met often, my relationship with Kokushibo is now quite good, probably thanks to Naruto. Because I've applied his relationship with Sasuke to my own interactions with Kokushibo, and since Kokushibo's personality is actually quite similar to an Uchiha, we're now the best sneaky buddies! No arguments allowed!
As usual, Yan Sheng in the dream was practicing swordsmanship diligently. Although he was already ten years old, his appearance was still childlike, but he had grown much taller, and the heroic spirit between his brows was even stronger. He was gradually transforming from a child into a teenager.
"Yo! Yan Sheng! Long time no see! I've missed you so much!" I greeted him warmly, and even though he only nodded slightly at me before continuing to concentrate on his sword practice, my smile didn't change.
This attitude is already very good. I remember when I first called Yan Sheng by his name, he got really angry. Given our relationship at the time, it was inappropriate to call each other by our first names. But what can I do? I have an older brother who makes friends all over the world. My brother's unique skill is to turn enemies into allies. Even if I only learn a little bit, it will be enough.
So, with the same bright smile as my older brother, I relentlessly tried to become his friend, and in the end, Iwakatsu became my secret buddy. Although he doesn't admit it, that's understandable; he's a bit of a tsundere!
Seeing that Yan Sheng was focused on practicing swordsmanship, I also manifested a wooden sword and began to practice as well.
There's no way around it; every time we meet in a dream, we have to have a duel, and Iwakatsu always manages to dominate me—it's gotten to the point. That guy gets incredibly serious whenever he picks up a sword; he doesn't know the meaning of holding back at all. He's ruthless even with girls; he'll never get a girlfriend!
Two hours later, I finally finished my kendo training, drenched in sweat, and I could clearly feel that my grip on the sword had become much more rusty. It's all those three bottles of alcohol's fault! How much time did they waste on my kendo training? I haven't done anything else for the past three years but have been constantly setting new records for crimes!
Yan Sheng then finished his swordsmanship training, casually wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and said, "Let's have a match, Uta."
I was speechless. He had just finished his kendo training and was about to start actual combat. Just how much did he love swordsmanship?
As Yan Sheng's secret buddy, I naturally wouldn't refuse, and like an older brother, I shouted with full enthusiasm, "Alright! This time, I'll definitely defeat you!"
Even though that's what I'm saying, I already know the outcome. Given Iwakatsu's never-give-up attitude, I'm going to lose badly.
But it doesn't matter. Back in the Ninja Academy, Naruto told Sasuke so many times that he would defeat him, but in the end he still lost miserably. This is a traditional skill of the Uzumaki family, so even though we always get defeated by Kokushibo after making such a statement, we don't feel ashamed at all.
After a fierce swordsmanship competition, Iwakatsu, who had won an overwhelming victory, began to seriously point out the shortcomings in my swordsmanship and the mistakes I had made in the competition, which benefited me greatly.
In this respect, Kokushibo is better than Sasuke. Sasuke didn't even glance at him after defeating my brother, while Kokushibo never looked down on me, even though I always lost. He would even teach me how to correct my swordsmanship flaws. In that respect, he's really a good person. It would be even better if he didn't always criticize Yoriichi.
Having just finished strenuous exercise, Iwakatsu and I sat down on the floor of the veranda to rest. He took a sip of water and said, "Your swordsmanship has hardly improved. What have you been doing lately? Haven't you been practicing swordsmanship at all?"
"I really don't have time! That scumbag leader is inhuman, he assigns me a ton of work every day, leaving me no time to practice my swordsmanship." I complained, then said thankfully, "At least I won't have to be so busy with work anymore, I can finally catch my breath."
"That's good. You're getting weaker and weaker, so you should practice your swordsmanship properly."
Iwakatsu's blunt words made me a little unhappy. I was really annoyed to be called weak so directly. Suddenly, I wanted to tell Iwakatsu that even though he was getting stronger and stronger, he was still defeated by Yoriichi with a single strike.
Considering that mentioning Yoriichi would ruin our friendship, I swallowed my words and then said, "Even if I'm not working now and don't have time to practice swordsmanship, I need to prepare you for learning Sun Breathing."
Upon hearing about the Breath of the Sun, Iwakatsu immediately asked impatiently, "What preparations?!"
"Prepare for living past twenty-five! Learning Sun Breathing greatly increases the chance of unlocking a mark like Yoriichi's. Only by unlocking the mark can one become stronger, but it also means not living past twenty-five. Of all those with marks, only Yoriichi is not limited by lifespan. I need to study Yoriichi's constitution to create a medicine to solve the life-shortening side effect caused by unlocking the mark."
I briefly explained to Iwakatsu the advantages and disadvantages of the mark, as well as what I needed to do next. No matter what, I had to develop this drug, and only in this way would Iwakatsu not be seduced by Muzan to become Upper Moon One.
The boy next to me, whose face had been sunny and handsome, immediately turned gloomy after hearing what I said. I was slightly taken aback and realized that he was jealous of Yoriichi again. Honestly, he turns into a sour lemon all the time.
However, considering that they are brothers, Yoriichi was born with a mark that does not limit his lifespan, while Kokusatsu, despite his efforts to awaken his mark, could not live past the age of twenty-five, it does seem very unfair. No wonder Kokusatsu was jealous of his younger brother. Perhaps only a saint like Yoriichi would not have feelings of jealousy.
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