"Um... Mr. Chuuya... is there really an exit here?"

Dazai Osamu, wearing a large war cloak in the same color as his hair, stood at the top. The spiral staircase seemed endless. He leaned on the railing and looked down. There was a long table directly below, with some people sitting and some standing around it.

The man called Mr. Chuuya held a cup in his hand. He drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp, and threw the cup out with force of his wrist, hitting Dazai Osamu right between the eyebrows, knocking him down in a physical sense, and then he laughed.

A loud noise from another place overlapped with the one here, but no one noticed.

Dazai Osamu rubbed the back of his head which was hurt by the blow. He had just fallen vertically and almost landed on his head. His originally neat red hair was messed up by him, but it looked normal from the front.

Before he could complain about the rough method used by Nakahara Chuuya, he heard another bang, and this time no one thought they had heard it wrong.

"Why are you here, you bastard? It couldn't be you who did this, could it?!"

An angry, unfamiliar voice came from around the corner, with great penetrating power. Dazai Osamu and the others looked at each other and realized that it probably came from the hidden library.

Dazai was confused for a moment: "Is anyone studying now?"

"No." The acting curator who came slowly from not far away shook his cat tail, and Shimazaki Toson followed behind him, obviously because of the loud noise.

"Instead of talking about it here, why not just go over and take a look."

The acting curator meowed, then swiftly jumped onto the table and stopped in front of the group: "Seeing is believing."

While they were talking, the noise from the other side stopped for a moment and then became louder again, with a tendency to get closer. They could also vaguely hear another person making continuous sarcasm in a lazy tone, causing the person who spoke first to become significantly angrier.

Dazai Osamu and the others' conversation came to an abrupt end.

Several people looked towards the source of the sound in unison. The first thing they saw was a small sleeve. The black coat was not properly worn by its owner. It was only draped over the shoulders and propped up, with the hem swaying. A hand wrapped in a bandage reached over the shoulder and lifted the collar to prevent it from falling off.

He didn't seem surprised at all how he was suddenly transferred from the port mafia headquarters building to this place. There was also a younger person named "Nakahara Chuuya" next to him, who he hadn't met yet - to be more precise, he had just met him.

Even if it was an adult "Nakahara Chuuya", he would inevitably be provoked by a few words from "Dazai Osamu" and would have the urge to beat him up and put it into action, not to mention that the one here is not yet an adult and his patience has been greatly reduced.

"Nakahara Chuuya" clenched his fists. Just now, this guy kept talking about the words slug and dwarf, which was like jumping into his minefield and having a disco at the same time.

Trying his best to ignore those words, "Nakahara Chuuya" looked up but met the gazes of another group of people. He was stunned and stopped moving forward.

This was a place he had never been to before. He was on his way back to the sheep, but for no apparent reason his vision went dark and he fell here. There was no need for "Nakahara Chuuya" to fall here, after all, he had the ability of gravity, and he subconsciously used the skill to reduce his falling tendency at the first moment.

But before he could stop, someone with ineffective mutant abilities appeared above him and fell rapidly.

The blue light of "No Longer Human" successfully eliminated the dark red light on "Nakahara Chuuya" after coming into contact with him, and "Dazai Osamu" may have felt that it was too painful for a person to fall down, so he simply pulled someone to cushion his back, so "Nakahara Chuuya" became the loser.

His back was still aching slightly. He had just adjusted his posture in the air to avoid falling headfirst onto the ground. His back was slightly affected, but it did not affect his walking.

When both parties saw each other, they were stunned.

"Is he a new writer?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke suddenly appeared and walked out from another corner. The words he was about to say hello changed when he saw two people he had never seen before.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke tilted his head in confusion. He had never seen these two people in the library, but the expressions of the others seemed to deny what he had just said.

Dazai Osamu caught the key words and his eyes lit up immediately: "Oh, is this a different space? Are all of them great writers?"

"Hey, wait a minute--" "Nakahara Chuuya" shouted to stop with a face full of fog, but unfortunately his words were ignored. The other party looked even more surprised than him and asked questions repeatedly.

He listened to the mocking voice of "Dazai Osamu" beside him who suddenly turned around - this guy even exaggeratedly took a horse stance to highlight the height of "Nakahara Chuuya" and spoke to him in this strange posture.

"Nakahara Chuuya" moved his wrist impatiently. It was the first time he wanted to hit someone. But he was in a strange place after all, so he had to suppress his temper temporarily. If he couldn't do it openly, he could always do it secretly.

"Nakahara Chuuya" raised his legs and swept towards the unstable legs of "Dazai Osamu", intending to knock him down directly, but the latter, probably because of long-term one-sided "beatings", was familiar with "Nakahara Chuuya's" moves, and immediately stood up and jumped aside to avoid it.

Dazai Osamu was attracted by the voice and turned his attention back. The acting curator had no answer either. He stared at the two people suspiciously: "Who are you?"

...No one will answer this question in this situation...

"My name is Nakahara Chuuya." "Dazai Osamu" raised one hand in response with a bright smile on his face.

「Nakahara Chuuya」: “…”

Nakahara Chuuya: “…………”

"Don't use other people's names casually!"

There was no need to endure any more, "Nakahara Chuuya" clenched his fist and swung at "Dazai Osamu". He did not use his supernatural power this time, because he would be ineffective by this guy anyway. He simply used the pure strength he had trained himself.

So the two of them started fighting under the astonished gazes of the literary masters at the table. To be more precise, "Dazai Osamu" was beaten unilaterally by "Nakahara Chuuya", while he himself dodged everywhere. In the end, he ran straight to the crowd of onlookers -

"Hey, don't come over here!"

Dazai Osamu was panicked. The black-haired man was obviously coming towards him. The movement track was very obvious, but no one else noticed. Then he saw "Dazai Osamu" smiled at him, and then squatted suddenly——

The fist stopped before hitting him in the face.

Dazai could even see a layer of light red surrounding the fist, indicating uncertainty. The wind from the fist lifted up his hair. Dazai stood there in a daze, and someone grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him back a little.

But isn’t this altitude a bit strange…?

He turned his head and saw that it was Nakahara Chuuya, who had just been sitting at the table, who stood up, tiptoed, grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him back.

Osamu Dazai: "...Mr. Chuuya?"

"Ah?" Nakahara Chuuya let go of his hand unhappily. He stood on tiptoe to get behind Dazai Osamu and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No...nothing. Thanks very much!"

"Nakahara Chuuya" raised his head when he heard the familiar name, and even stopped kicking "Dazai Osamu" with his feet: "What did you call him?"

"Dazai Osamu" was lying on the ground, the bandage on his face was a little loose because of the escape action just now. He had a rough guess, but there was no evidence to confirm it. Hearing what "Nakahara Chuuya" said, he laughed out loud.

Under the angry stare of "Nakahara Chuuya", "Dazai Osamu" sighed leisurely: "Sure enough, slugs don't have brains. Haven't you realized that something is wrong until now?"

"Nakahara Chuuya": "………" Damn it, why does this guy talk in such a way that deserves a beating?

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