Chapter 49 on Elements
Because of the heavy overtime work yesterday, we produced the energy equivalent of three days' worth of energy in just one and a half days.
Today is a holiday, which is why Liangxiu left without looking back.
The supervisor took his cup, intending to go to Daniel's place to get a cup of coffee.
The manager, in a cheerful mood, hummed a strange tune as he opened the door.
A drab gray mushroom was squatting there, still radiating resentment.
Over time, Lisa and Enoch's movie-watching list has expanded to include island horror films.
X also watched a lot, and when he saw this group, he thought it was a new anomaly that had emerged.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Dazai Osamu sitting on the ground. It was unclear how long he had been there.
"Dazai-kun?"
Hearing the sound, the mushroom looked up and gave him a wide smile.
Is this kid's mental state okay? He remembers that at the beginning, his mental state was ridiculously high!
"manager……"
Even their voices were filled with resentment. What on earth happened?
X instinctively clenched the cup in his hand and squatted down in front of the mushroom.
"Are you alright? Is something wrong?"
“Mr. Li Xiang said…” The boy’s tone became even lower, as if he were talking about something he didn’t want to face.
"I can graduate now."
"Graduation? Wasn't Li Xiang supposed to be tutoring you?"
How did it turn into graduation?
At that moment, the boy's fair hand grasped X's black shirt, a gesture that brought the two closer together and allowed X to see the boy's dark circles under his eyes.
Dazai Osamu's hair had grown quite long; his slightly messy, iris-colored soft hair had already covered his ears.
Looking at the boy's hair, X wondered if he should get a haircut. If it grew any longer, it would make him look more like a girl, especially considering his usual attire of "In the Name of Love and Hate".
Is this person daydreaming?
Dazai Osamu, who was trying to play the victim, gritted his teeth inwardly. What happened to his promise to feel sorry for children?
Why does it become a daydream when it comes to myself?
"manager!"
The boy's sudden increase in volume snapped X, whose attention had been drawn to his hair, back to reality.
The supervisor was a little embarrassed and offered his suggestion: "Dazai-kun, why don't you get a haircut?"
"Of course, classes end here, and there's no need to go to school anymore."
The kids are so stressed and panicked, what's the point of them going to school? They're not going anymore!
Dazai Osamu, who should have breathed a sigh of relief, seemed to suddenly realize something: "Then what should I do?"
He felt his supervisor's hand stroking his head, as if fixing his hair, and the man's somewhat casual voice reached his ears.
"Of course I'm coming back to work."
X stood up, admiring her perfectly styled hair, and saw that Dazai Osamu, who had received the answer, remained seated, not moving.
Did your legs go numb from sitting for too long?
A slender, fair hand was extended in front of Dazai Osamu. It was clearly the hand of a scholar, well-maintained and without a trace of suffering.
The other, slightly smaller hand grasped it, and with its help, it stood up.
Dazai Osamu, seeing his supervisor's face clearly showing that the matter was perfectly resolved, changed his mind.
He should go to school; he can avoid it for as long as he can. Going to work is too cruel for a child who is not even fifteen years old.
"Huh? You're still going to school?"
"Didn't you say that someone my age should go to school?"
"Seriously, Dazai-kun, you need to get your hair cut."
How much do you care about your hair?! Aren't my dark circles obvious?
Li Xiang, who had already tacitly agreed to be removed from his teaching position, was sitting next to his colleague, confessing his behavior over the past week.
"Has Mr. Li gone too far?"
The blond boy, who was supposedly very knowledgeable about the world's learning pace, looked surprised.
"Isn't this just common knowledge?"
What Sinclair didn't know was that the school he attended was different from ordinary schools. He almost never went to class but was never expelled, not because the organization took care of him, but because—he was pardoned by the school's higher-ups who valued his talent.
The knowledge in this world was quite backward compared to the city where Sinclair came from. He was just an ordinary high school student in the city, and he thought it would be the same here.
etc……
"That's not right, Mr. Li Xiang. I remember hearing these things at school. Even if you talked about them a lot, it only went up to high school..."
The high school teacher, who was secretly pursuing his own interests, kept his merits hidden. He was just admiring each other's talents. What did he do wrong? On the contrary, Sinclair answered the question correctly. What else could he be but a genius?
"Hmm... Mr. Li Xiang, do you mean that Dazai-kun has been following us the whole time?"
The long-haired young man looked at his colleagues who were reviewing the situation and asked.
"Yes, even if Dazai-kun doesn't understand it for the time being, he will understand it quickly."
"Wow, that child is a genius. Speaking of which, Mr. Li Xiang, you'll be coming to the facility tomorrow, won't you?"
Li Xiang nodded at him. He no longer needed to teach the child, so he would naturally be like his colleagues... What kind of expression was that, Sinclair?
"Mr. Li Xiang..."
The blond boy, whose face still retained a hint of childishness, patted his shoulder with a heavy expression and said with a pained expression:
"Hell is ahead!"
"Master Administrator! You're here! I've finally found you!"
Dazai Osamu was still holding the coffee he had just gotten and hadn't finished when he saw a golden figure rush in and come to an abrupt halt in front of X.
He could even hear the sound of her sneakers scraping against the floor.
He knew her; she and another employee had been brought back from the past by their supervisor and should currently be at the central headquarters.
The girl, somewhat embarrassed by the exaggerated title, leaned closer to her supervisor and whispered something.
The supervisor's attitude was different from how he treated ordinary employees; he spoke to her in a low voice.
"Well then, sir! Let's go."
X told Daniel about his whereabouts and then planned to leave with Don Quixote.
Finally, passing by Dazai Osamu who was still drinking coffee, he asked, "Dazai-kun, would you like to come out with us?"
He's practically turning into a mushroom; let's take him out and let him see some light.
Why does he have to come along too?
The red-haired transcendent smiled at him.
"Why can't I go with him? Sancho has already gone out, isn't it reasonable for me to follow?"
Over there, the blonde girl had already taken X around and was asking for his opinion from time to time.
Originally, Liangxiu could have been her advisor, but she went out with the child.
As for her father, she was still somewhat embarrassed to bring it up, after all, her relationship with Dulcinea had never been very good, and suddenly he was talking about buying her a gift or something...
So after thinking it over, the manager is still the most suitable!
X remained silent, watching Don Quixote, who had taken some strange things.
“I think…” He stared at the odds and ends that looked very similar to the badges of the finishers she had collected.
"Dulcinea wouldn't like these things."
"As expected... If it weren't for the fact that all the merchandise belonging to my cleaning crew was lost..."
The blonde girl looked annoyed.
No, even if it were real merchandise, she wouldn't like it.
Why did you suddenly decide to give me a gift?
“When Nikolina came before, she brought me some things… so I wanted to give her a gift in return. That thing was definitely not Nikolina’s doing.”
"How about I send it to..." X looked around the street and locked onto a store.
In the glass window, a mannequin in a dress has an umbrella beside him. The umbrella is exquisitely beautiful and matches the dress, somewhat similar to but also different from Dulcinea's umbrella.
"Don Quixote, this way."
The young man with short black hair, wearing a white coat he had casually pulled off before leaving the house, greeted the petite blonde girl and entered the Western-style clothing store without the slightest bit of embarrassment.
What's this?
Is this a part of the job that your boss has to deal with?
Supervisor, why are you taking a girl to the clothing store just like Mr. Mori?
Moreover, if it weren't for the fact that his age didn't match that of Miss Don Quixote, he would have even hallucinated Mori Ōgai and Alice.
Shouldn't we be glad he didn't bring two ministers from the central headquarters with him? Otherwise, it would have been exactly the same.
"Mr. Cervantes, what are you doing?"
Yu Guangli noticed someone's strange behavior. Dazai Osamu turned his head slightly and looked at the Spaniard who had just been talking to him casually from behind.
"Zhi-kun, look over there. I have a strange sense of déjà vu."
Ignoring the overly familiar and somewhat clingy form of address, Dazai Osamu looked in the direction Cervantes was pointing.
"What a coincidence, I had the same feeling."
What's Mori Ōgai doing here?
Moreover, he looks even more down on his luck. Shouldn't he be in Yokohama right now? Why is he in Tokyo?
Mori Ougai, holding his youthful-looking supernatural ability, resembled a down-on-his-luck middle-aged father leading his daughter.
Apart from his father, everything else was correct. He was fired by the old boss of the Port Mafia, after all, the child he brought disappeared along with Akutagawa Gin in that incident.
Unlike the others, the leader, fearing the white-haired man would cause trouble again, didn't kill him but simply told him to pack his bags and get out, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
He has now found a new job with a gang in Tokyo, where he has been blacklisted by the Port Mafia.
Unless he joins a rival organization, he simply cannot survive in Yokohama.
He knew he couldn't rush things; once he had accumulated some strength, he would still have a chance—the chance to realize his teacher's three-year plan.
This small organization has only one advantage: it's not short of money, but it's also a bit eccentric.
He received his monthly salary on time from the well-funded organization, and it was much more generous than he had expected, exceeding the agreed-upon amount.
At this point, it's time to buy Alice some pretty dresses to cheer yourself up.
Huh? Why would he see a Dazai-kun who looks like he's about to die from overwork?
And...this person...
The tall, red-haired youth had a strange mark on his face, somewhat like a scar, but it was too far away for Mori Ougai to see clearly.
And these two people were looking at him with expressions of utter disbelief. What was wrong with him?
However, seeing Dazai-kun still alive here is a pleasant surprise.
Alice, who had been chattering away, quieted down and stopped acting like a little girl arguing with her father.
Instead, she obediently followed behind the middle-aged doctor, almost as if she were hiding behind him.
He walked over there, about to exchange pleasantries, when the door of the tailor shop behind the two men was pushed open.
A young man in a white coat and a blonde girl holding a fancy parasol came out.
The man was also carrying a bag containing the skirt.
Mori Ougai's expression also became somewhat complicated. How could there be so many overlapping elements?
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Author's Note: There will be more tomorrow! [kiss][kiss]
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