Chapter 116: Yokohama: Deathly Flame, Box Weapon
"Want some candy?"
The adult, who could definitely be considered an open-minded parent, took out a transparent candy jar and indicated to the players that they could reach in and take their favorite flavor from it.
The enthusiastic and outgoing little girl who had visited the previous time was sitting on a chair with a cake, greeting the players with the hand holding the fork.
“The clinic occasionally has young patients visiting, and these prepared candies are often of great help.”
The man scratched his head in slight distress. "But not all children are interested in candy."
Dazai Osamu made no secret of his disdain for Mori Ogai, and raised his voice to warn the players staring at the candy in their hands: "Be careful of candy given by adults with bad intentions. It might be wrapped in poison~"
"Dazai-kun," Mori Ogai said, his shoulders slumped, like a useless adult helpless against a naughty child, "this clinic's reputation will only get worse."
"Eh—it's clearly Mr. Mori's own fault." Dazai Osamu stared into the void. "Using small favors to buy people's hearts is far more terrifying than poison disguised as candy, no matter how you think about it."
As he spoke, he feigned seriousness and emphasized to the players, "By the time you react, you might have been drained of your very bones."
Hmm...
Cantaloupe flavor!
Players hold the candy in their mouths and taste it.
Dazai Osamu puffed up his face in dissatisfaction: "What? I wasn't listening at all."
"Is the clinic's business very bad?" Seeing the deliberately bleak expression on Mori Ogai's face, the player asked.
"Is this being cared for?" He revealed a slightly troubled expression. "Well, I might run into some minor troubles now and then, but I don't need to worry about food and clothing for now."
"As for the rest," he smiled at the player, "the title of personal physician to the Port Mafia leader can still settle most conflicts."
The player suddenly realized: "Could this be Fox Fake..."
"Shhh."
Mori Ogai stopped the player from continuing. He scratched his head, looking at the player, not knowing how to start. "...Please give the master some face."
“It feels like it’s going to be very hard to do two jobs at the same time.”
This reminds players of an undercover agent who was planted by the Japanese Public Security Bureau into a black organization and was said to be working in a coffee shop.
Mori Ogai thought about it and recalled, "Hmm... the salary offered by the Port Mafia can make up for this shortcoming."
"Are the treatments of the Port Mafia very generous?" the player couldn't help but ask.
Mori Ogai told Fushimi Kyoki a rough amount.
Players can now understand why Guangjin Liulang would be willing to spend money to hire someone to pick up newspapers, for such a small matter.
"Even though he's no longer as brilliant as he was in his youth, the Port Mafia remains an unshakable giant." Mori Ogai's eyes flickered as he spoke. "In the short term, the Port Mafia can be considered one of the few high-paying jobs in Yokohama."
Players are already well aware of this.
The frequency of the port mafia's appearance is simply terrifying.
"Could it be that the current leader of the Port Mafia is terrible?"
Judging from Morio's description of him from the outside, he should be an elderly man.
However, Mori Ogai did not answer the players' curiosity as he did before and tell them everything he knew.
"A war initiated on one's own initiative, but the benefits gained are less than the losses, is undoubtedly a failure." He said in a dazed and somewhat regretful tone.
"Rintaro!"
Alice jumped down from her chair and tugged at the hem of her white coat, displaying the temper typical of her age. As if on cue, she ordered the adults, "I want chocolate and pistachio ice cream!"
"Alice~ You've already eaten a big piece of cake." Mori Ogai tried to persuade Alice to give up the idea of eating ice cream.
"Stingy Rintaro! I'll buy it myself!"
"It's not safe out there, Alice—"
——The result was a miserable failure.
The player who was thinking this felt her hand being gently held by another smaller hand the next second. She lowered her head and saw Alice looking at her with her bright blue eyes.
"No need to bring Rintaro." She stood on tiptoe, looking like she wanted to whisper something in the player's ear, and said angrily, "Let's go get ice cream!"
Mori Ogai cooperated by putting on a pitiful expression of being abandoned. Alice snorted and turned her head away from him.
"Well, I'll have to trouble Fushimi for Alice for a while." The mature man apologetically entrusted Alice to the player.
Alice, holding a men's wallet in her hand, ran out of the clinic like the wind, leaving only her excited voice echoing: "I'm going to spend all of Rintaro's money today--"
Mori Ogai looked at Alice's back with indulgence.
So the players knew.
It's a mission.
"That's too much! Didn't you come here to find me?" When the player was about to catch up with Alice and go out, the silent Dazai Osamu suddenly spoke.
"Dazai-kun, do you want to go with us?" Mori Ogai asked gently.
"...Tsk." He turned his head away with a gloomy expression.
The player's figure disappeared from sight. After a few minutes, Mori Ogai asked with a smile, "Dazai-kun, do you have anything to say?"
"I don't want to ask, but Mr. Mori will tell me."
Dazai Osamu didn't want to pay attention to the other party at first. He sighed and breathed a few times, his expression changing from depressed to bored. "Then why didn't Mr. Mori drag people on board the pirate ship?"
"Haha, just call it 'pirate ship'." Mori Ogai didn't care, his tone ethereal, "The flowers are beautiful, but planting them has been a headache since the beginning."
Mori Ogai suddenly stopped.
Through his cobalt blue eyes, in the reflection of the glass window: he saw the player's somewhat conflicted look, hesitated for a long time, and finally reached out his hand to Alice who was lying on the glass and drooling over the ice cream - carefully touched the bow pinned on her golden hair.
"...But that's also what makes these kids so cute."
Listening to Mori Ogai's sigh, Dazai Osamu's expression changed several times, and finally settled on disgust: "Mr. Mori, so disgusting!"
Dazai Osamu left the clinic as if he couldn't bear it anymore.
…
A fluorescent blue butterfly quietly folded its wings and landed on the player's finger.
She stretched out her hand towards Alice, and Yudie flapped her wings and landed on Alice's hand as she watched the scene with wide eyes.
The blonde, blue-eyed little girl stared in amazement at the faintly glowing Rain Butterfly. She couldn't help but move closer to see it more clearly: "Is this Fushimi's special ability? It's so beautiful!"
She turned her head and looked at the player with sparkling eyes.
...It's completely different from the way he was when he first noticed the flame on the player's ring and immediately took out Mr. Mori's wallet and threatened to buy one too.
Fushimi Kyoji simply explained the ability description: "Box Weapon: Rain Butterfly, a support box weapon. Its prototype is the blue swallowtail butterfly, and its entire body is composed entirely of the flames of death. The scales it drops when flapping its wings have a paralyzing effect. Due to the nature of its prototype, the rain butterfly will automatically land on wounds and inject the calming flames of death."
Alice blinked, listening intently.
The player simply reads out the rest of the sentence.
"Rain attribute Death Flame, with the characteristic of calmness. When under the cover of Rain attribute Death Flame, the enemy will be affected by: slowed physical functions, mental paralysis, and special power system ability suppression for 30 seconds (the status can be refreshed)
"During rainy weather, attributes are enhanced. During this period, the consumption of Death Flame and Box Weapon is reduced. The ability coverage range is increased to 200 meters, and all negative status effects on enemies are increased by 7%."
"It's so beautiful..." Alice didn't seem to be listening to what the player said, and was staring intently at the butterfly in her hand.
"You dote on her."
The player looked in the direction of the sound and saw Dazai Osamu standing there, listening for an unknown amount of time.
When Alice saw Dazai Osamu, an inexplicable fear clearly appeared on her face.
"Well, I'll go back to find Rintaro first! Fushimi, remember to bring back the ice cream!"
Alice held the butterfly in her hands reluctantly, returned the weapon box to the player, and quickly ran away from where Dazai Osamu was, running towards the clinic.
Before leaving, he took another look at the ice cream in the player's hand.
"I'm not good with crying and fussing kids." The player corrected Dazai Osamu's impression of her. "It's okay for a kid like Alice who pretends to be an adult and can't help but act spoiled."
"Yes, yes," Dazai Osamu said meaningfully, his waist bent listlessly, his upper body almost hanging to the ground, "A child's appearance, but an adult's mature heart."
Player: "What?"
Dazai Osamu had lost the desire to say more and just followed the players back with slow steps.
The soles of the shoes scraped against the road, making a heavy noise like dragging a heavy object.
In reality, the deliberate noise didn't last long.
It disappeared a few dozen meters away from the clinic.
Fushimi Kyoji took a few steps before realizing that Dazai Osamu had stopped.
The player turned around and asked him, "Aren't you going in?"
Dazai Osamu stood there, without a false smile on his face, nor the lively expression he usually deliberately displayed.
Clearly being directly illuminated by the warm sunlight, the shadow cast by the hair on his forehead made his exposed right eye appear as dead as a cold pond.
"I'll give you a suggestion."
He spoke in a low voice with no discernible ups and downs, emphasizing each word.
"If you don't want to be targeted by bad adults." It was the kind of expression that you often see on Dazai Osamu's face, a little serious, but also like a casual remark.
"Just don't come again."
Fushimi Kyoji thought about it and if he used the right word to describe it, it would be - indifference.
"Huh?"
Dazai was silent for a moment. "...Although Chuuya looks like a single-celled organism with a small brain capacity, he is actually a highly intuitive creature. If he senses that someone is rejecting him, he will never actively approach him again."
"But, a clueless idiot can't read the air. You have to explain it directly so that he won't get clingy."
Dazai Osamu paused, and after he finished speaking, he felt a nauseous touch on his arm, and a chill ran down his body: "Ah, I did a great thing to prevent an innocent girl from going astray. I feel that my personality and soul have become holy. I must quickly wash it clean with river water."
Then, as if the person didn't exist, he walked around the player.
"Fushimi!"
Alice ran towards the player and took the ice cream from his hand.
Mori Ogai glanced behind the player, a gentle smile on his face that was imperceptible. "What happened?"
"Hmph." Alice turned her head away angrily, obviously unwilling to talk about topics related to Dazai Osamu.
Now only players can solve Mori Ogai's doubts.
The player thought about it and omitted the process: "Dazai went into the water."
"Is that so?" His eyes flickered, his expression normal, as if he accepted what the player said.
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