Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Puppet Sanming and Yokohama Bandage Spirit...
Perhaps what Mikazuki Munechika said worked, and in the next few days, Dazai Osamu gradually revealed a completely different side in front of others.
Slightly childish; rogue; negative...
When he was bored, he would poke Mikazuki Munechika's head and disturb her when she was resting with a teacup, as if he would not stop until he knocked the doll down or pissed it off.
The good-tempered Mikazuki Munechika just smiled and watched him make trouble, looking very good-tempered.
Until she saw something extra in her tea leaves.
Mikazuki·Smile suddenly disappears·Munchikan:...
Staring at the thing called Sichuan peppercorn that shouldn't be in the tea leaves, Mikazuki Munechika took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm - it was normal for young children to be a little naughty, and as an elder, he should be tolerant.
Then, the next second she heard a sigh from the culprit.
“It didn’t work…”
The pronunciation was clear, and every syllable revealed the owner's regret.
It was the frustration and regret of the prank not being successful. There was no regret at all.
The last bit of the faint smile on his lips also disappeared. Mikazuki Munechika put down his teacup and turned his head slightly, looking at Dazai Osamu who was holding his cheek with one hand and had "Hey, yes, I'm playing a prank" written on his face without any disguise. He subtly realized what stomachache was.
This kind of emotion seems to only occur when facing two chubby little guys.
Dazai Osamu, who was deliberately playing tricks just to see his own doll make an interesting reaction, froze the smile on his lips, and then narrowed his eyes slightly.
"That look..."
He unconsciously bent a finger and tapped the smooth surface of the armrest, and something obscure flashed in Dazai Osamu's iris-colored eyes.
Having lost all his memories, the doll that should have been staring at him all the time now had a strange look on its face.
It is the longing and memory for important people or things.
This discovery made Dazai Osamu a little unhappy.
If it were a few days ago, he would not have had any other thoughts about Mikazuki Munechika's performance, and would only write the note "Suspected memory return/fragmentation" on Mikazuki Munechika's observation notebook in his mind.
However, she took the initiative to extend her hand and told him that she would watch him move towards another possibility.
His fingertips unconsciously pressed together and twisted, and after a moment, Dazai Osamu interrupted Mikazuki Munechika as if nothing had happened, intentionally or unintentionally drawing the topic and the other party's attention to himself.
"Speaking of which, there's someone who wants to see you."
Chaohou leaned back slightly, and both he and the chair were lifted up. Dazai Osamu only relied on the tip of his right foot to lightly touch the ground to prevent himself from falling flat on the ground.
Dazai Osamu looked at Mikazuki Munechika as if nothing had happened, and his uncovered eyes were full of sincerity.
"Well, it's true."
Having just been pranked by the brat in front of him, Mikazuki Munechika hesitated for the first time when he recalled all the tricks he had played on him before.
Now I'm really not sure if this guy in front of me is joking or...
"real."
Dazai Osamu said righteously: "Do I look like someone who would lie to you?"
Mikazuki Munechika:...
Oh.
Dazai Osamu's words are deceiving.
Don’t you have any idea of what you have done before?
Although he had some distrust towards Dazai Osamu, Mikazuki Munechika finally followed him to meet the "friend" he mentioned.
While Mikazuki Munechika was still struggling, he was picked up and taken away by the other party. This can be considered a peaceful choice... right?
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There weren't many people inside the dimly lit bar.
The bartender wiped the wine glass in his hand carefully, as if he was used to the slow business.
“Click—”
The door was opened, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps and rapid rain.
As the footsteps approached, the arguing sounds grew louder and clearer.
Mikazuki Munechika, who was sitting on Dazai Osamu's shoulders, had no smile on her face at the moment. She was holding the hem of her skirt with one hand, and her arms and large areas of her clothes were covered with mud.
Her hair seemed to be soaked as well, sticking limply to her cheeks and body, with water droplets dripping down its curves onto the ground and onto her clothes.
Although there was no sound, Mikazuki Munechika felt as if the water drops hit his head directly - just like what happened just now.
When Mikazuki Munechika thought about what the kid who had dragged him away had done, he felt the veins on his forehead throbbing.
The weather was good when Dazai Osamu dragged Mikazuki Munechika out, but neither of them expected that it would suddenly rain when they were halfway there.
The rain was so heavy that the water droplets hitting the skin even felt a little painful.
Unfortunately, there was no place to hide at this moment, so Dazai Osamu and Mikazuki Munechika stood there looking at each other, not knowing what to say.
After a long while, Mikazuki Munechika saw the guy in front of him slowly smile innocently and said, "Mikazuki won't bear to see me get soaked, right?"
Hearing this, Mikazuki Munechika subconsciously felt that something was wrong. However, before she could refuse, she felt a tightness around her waist, and then her body was suddenly lifted into the air.
Dazai Osamu used her as a shield from the rain and ran away with her in his arms.
ran away.
Subconsciously, I feel like I’m the one who can do whatever I want, and everyone else treats me with caution: Mikazuki Munechika? ? ?
What are you doing, little brat?
A car sped past, splashing mud onto him. Mikazuki Munechika, who could barely open his eyes, said: ...
Good, very good.
Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer, and all his indifference and leisurely attitude shattered into pieces. Mikazuki Munechika wiped his face with difficulty and smiled rather ferociously: Dazai Osamu, you are very good.
#I tell you, you will be beaten if you do this#
Dazai Osamu, who was running happily at the moment, said: Hold on! We will reach our destination in three minutes!
So, when the man and the mannequin came to the bar, Oda Sakunosuke, who had been waiting here early, looked in the direction of the sound and saw this scene: his friend was currently half-leaning over, struggling to free himself from the hand of the person who was pulling his cheek.
It’s just a little strange that although Dazai Osamu seemed to be struggling, his other hand was firmly protecting the other person behind his back to prevent him from falling.
And the one grabbing his face was an... overly delicate doll?
His eyes fell on the disheveled doll. Oda Sakunosuke, who could sense the strong resentment from a distance, paused as he was about to stand up, and then sat down again.
Well, it looks like the other party is having a great time, so he should stay out of it.
"Oh, naughty? Still naughty?"
Mikazuki Munechika asked in a low voice, while slightly increasing his intensity: "There must be a limit to being naughty. You must know what it means to respect the elderly and love the young—"
"How do I know if you are an old woman or a little girl..."
Before Mikazuki Munechika could finish his words, Dazai Osamu's whispered voice sounded again.
Mikazuki Munechika, who just said a lot: ...
Well, it was all in vain.
This idiot is hopeless, just give up.
Mikazuki Munechika, who jumped off Dazai Osamu's shoulder, couldn't help herself and kicked him on the calf. Then, without looking back, she walked towards the direction of the man who had just looked at her and was obviously acquainted with Dazai Osamu.
Looking down at the muddy footprints on his trouser legs, Dazai Osamu touched his chin: Is this considered anger?
Nice results!
Maybe we can continue next time.
Fortunately, Mikazuki Munechika didn't know what Dazai Osamu was thinking at the moment, otherwise she would probably roll up her sleeves and beat the child.
"Hmm... hello...?"
Oda Sakunosuke waited until the doll came in front of him and greeted it first. Because he didn't know the other party's identity and the doll's strange body, his tone was a little slow.
"My name is Mikazuki Munechika."
Knowing what the other party was hesitating about, Mikazuki Munechika openly revealed his identity: "As you can see, it is a puppet with life."
"But it's no different from ordinary people."
Dazai Osamu, who was a step slower, walked over at this moment, then stretched out his hand and poked Mikazuki Munechika's head. After the other party kicked him again as a warning, he reluctantly retracted his claws.
"Well, you're just a little bit bad-tempered?"
Mikazuki Munechika almost laughed out of anger when he heard this: Haha.
From the perspective of an observer, Oda Sakunosuke saw Dazai Osamu's behavior, which was completely different from usual. Combining it with what the other party had said before, his eyes moved between the two of them, and then he smiled.
"Hahaha, then in exchange—"
The man with short dark hair squatted down, keeping his gaze level with Mikazuki Munechika, and then extended his hand: "My name is Oda Sakunosuke, just an ordinary person."
"Oda Sakunosuke?"
When he heard this name, Mikazuki Munechika felt it sounded familiar.
This name seemed to be of some importance to her.
Slightly narrowing his eyes, Mikazuki Munechika hid all his abnormality, reached out and held the other person's fingers.
The next moment, Mikazuki Munechika suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils trembling slightly.
Noticing that she paused for a long time, Oda Sakunosuke snorted with a hint of confusion.
"……Feel sorry."
Retracting his hand, Mikazuki Munechika looked at the other person and explained, "I was just distracted."
"No problem, no problem."
Oda Sakunosuke didn't care about this situation. After a pause, he asked, "Dazai Osamu said you wanted to see me?"
Mikazuki Munechika who suddenly took the blame: ???
"Yes, that's it."
Dazai Osamu leaned out of his chair and met Mikazuki Munechika's gaze, saying confidently, "You said to look at me, I was just cooperating with you."
Mikazuki Munechika:? ? ?
Wait a minute, when I said watching you, I meant I want to watch you become popular, not that I want to watch you everywhere like an old lady!
Dazai Osamu: Does it make any difference?
*
"A puppet?"
In the spacious and slightly empty office, Mori Ogai was lost in thought as he looked at the documents at hand.
The puppet was a living being, not a supernatural being. Such an existence reminded him of a rumor.
"Rozen Maiden...?"
According to rumors, it was created by a puppeteer using a 'book', and he sought the medium of the 'book'.
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Author's words: Mori Ogai: Your doll is good, the next one will be mine (bushi)
Dazai: The scene in your dream.
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Dazai Osamu took the initiative to arrange a meeting between Sanming and Oda, which was considered as allowing Sanming to get closer to him.
Sanming simply intended to look at him, but now he took the initiative to deepen this connection - "Didn't you say you wanted to look at me? Come on, I will slowly open my world to you."
That's roughly what it means.
But he himself would never say everything directly.
More than half of the chapter on this world has passed (approximately?). In the next unit, you will have to choose one of the three: the drunkard, the fox ball, and the lucky one.
Good night, my little cuties!!!
Mumu
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