Chapter 19

Finding a partner - Kono Seiryoshi had this idea a long time ago, but he didn't expect Mori Ogai to bring it up first.

He had been doing clerical work in Dazai Osamu's office, which actually limited him in many ways. For example, he was more of a brainy person, which overlapped with Dazai's position; and the intelligence he could access was limited to those above the ordinary members and below the senior management. Even if he did more and more perfectly, it was just a quantitative accumulation, and it was a bit difficult to achieve his goals by doing so.

It must be said that he really needs a new springboard.

However, this is earlier than the fastest time Kono Seira expected. He has been a member of the Port Mafia for less than half a year. Will Mori Ogai trust him so easily? Or is assigning him a partner also a test?

Gongye Shengliang's thoughts were racing, but he remained calm and composed. He took two steps forward and took the list handed over by Moriou.

Mori Ouwai leaned back in his chair in a relaxed manner, tapping leisurely with his fingers on the table.

Kono Seiji flipped through the data sheets one by one. In addition to basic information, there were also photos attached. On the back of each sheet were the people's previous mission completion ratings, which were not much different from the information he had previously noticed in the database.

Kono Seiryoshi's standards for a partner have always been clear: qualified intelligence, better fighting skills than him (even the stray cats that pick on anyone they see downstairs of the port mafia building can meet this standard), not a drag and not minding that the partner is a drag; it would be even better if the partner could be an ordinary, normal person.

When he turned to the last page, he suddenly paused, raised his eyes in surprise, and expressed his doubts directly: "Are people with special abilities also within my range of choice?"

At the end of the pile of information, there were some important words written: [Oda Sakunosuke, a person with special abilities]

His reaction was exactly what Mori Ogai had expected. The black-haired man smiled slightly and took the initiative to praise the candidate: "Oda-kun meets the requirements."

He is right.

The dark red-haired man in the official photo stared straight ahead calmly, his blue eyes showing no emotion, and he did not have the usual hostility that a member of the fighting mafia would have.

Gongye Shengliang flipped open the mission record on the back and frowned slightly.

What does not match Oda Sakunosuke's precious identity as a superpower is that the things he does in the Port Mafia are all trivial. Of course, these trivial things are completed very well.

Aside from possessing special abilities, which was beyond Kono Seiryoshi's requirements, everything else met the requirements.

"Apart from some minor issues that are not harmful to the society, Oda-kun is indeed a rare talent," Mori Ogai said, resting his chin on his hand as if he was not paying attention. "And I heard that he seems to be very short of money recently... Hmm, should I increase the salary of the junior staff?"

Kono Seira resisted the urge to complain about the black-hearted capitalists and put away Oda Sakunosuke's information.

He looked Morioka straight in the eye and smiled, "I've made up my mind, Chief."

Mori Ouwai raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest.

Kono Seira murmured and said, "As you can see, I am really weak in physical training. It would be great if my partner could make up for my shortcomings." Since Mori Ougai was almost about to send the person over himself, he just went with the flow and accepted this "good intention".

"But I still want to ask him what he thinks..."

Kouno Seira smiled and continued, "Chief, can you let me meet Mr. Oda first?"

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Thinking that a new partner was coming, Kono Seiryoshi immediately started to organize the new office after moving out of Dazai Osamu's office. He deliberately chose a vacant office with plenty of light, and then packed up the few office supplies he had into a cardboard box and took them away.

While he was busy, his overdue boss Dazai Osamu kept staring at him boredly in his seat, and occasionally poked his head to see what he was packing, like a cat that has nothing to do but stretch out its claws to mess around when its owner is moving.

It was not until Seira Kono said goodbye to him while holding the last cardboard box that Dazai Osamu, who was playing on the spinning chair out of boredom, stopped the pulley.

He leaned forward and said in an ambiguous tone, "Don't you think you forgot something?"

Seira Kono: "...?"

Seira Kono: "!!!"

He quickly put down the carton, took out the dried fish he had just bought and had not yet opened from the cabinet, tore open the slit, poured half of it on the clean porcelain plate, sealed the bag, and said to Dazai Osamu earnestly: "Don't pour too much at a time. Each time you pour it, you must clamp it to prevent moisture. From now on, I will leave this matter to you."

Dazai Osamu: “…”

He laughed angrily, turned his chair around again, and used his back to show his dissatisfaction.

Hey, it’s just feeding a cat, are you so reluctant?

"Okay," Kono Seira said helplessly, "Then I'll do it myself, if you don't mind me coming here to disturb you often." In fact, he was also a little afraid that Dazai Osamu would get angry one day and eat all the dried fish used as cat snacks.

He held the bag and waited patiently for Dazai Osamu's reply.

The elusive calico cat emerged from the shadows, picked up the dried fish from the plate skillfully, turned around and left. Before leaving, it shook its ears, as if it didn't understand what these two humans were doing.

After the calico cat had finished eating all the dried fish, a reluctant "hmm" came from behind the chair.

Facing Dazai Osamu who still had his back to him, Kono Seira responded with a smile and quietly closed the door.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door of the new office on time.

Kono Seiryoshi poked his head out from a pile of half-opened cartons, holding an old newspaper for cleaning the windows, and spoke in a slightly louder voice toward the door, "Come in."

After a few seconds of silence outside the door, with a "click" sound, Kono Seiryoshi finally saw this other clear stream in the port mafia.

The man with short dark red hair was tall, with his hands clasped behind his back. His face was expressionless. “I’m Oda. I was asked to come here.”

[A member of the Port Mafia underworld - Oda Sakunosuke (a person with special abilities)]

"Please wait for a moment." Kono Seira stood up and nodded at him, "Please sit down first, Mr. Oda, I have already cleaned the sofa." After saying that, he put down the newspaper and went to wash his hands.

Oda Sakunosuke was slightly startled, looked around, paused, and walked to the sofa, but did not sit down.

When Kono Seira returned, he brought a small pot of freshly brewed black tea. He was not surprised to see Oda Sakunosuke still standing. He poured two cups of black tea into the clean porcelain tea set and smiled again, inviting him: "I just moved here too. These are all I have to offer. Please take a seat."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at him, frowned slightly, and finally sat down opposite Kono Seira.

He didn't touch the cup of tea on the table, and said directly: "I don't think I'm suitable to be anyone's partner. The leader's order cannot be disobeyed. I came here to make things clear. I'm sorry if I wasted your time."

Kono Seira looked at him in surprise: "Why do you say that? Mr. Oda has worked with other people before, right?" Wait, it turns out that Mori Ogai assigned work to people without their consent!

"The situation is different." Oda Sakunosuke shook his head. "For personal reasons, I won't kill anyone." He calmly stated the reason that was very discordant to a mafia member. "I've read the requirements of this job. It requires you to protect you when you go out on a mission, right?"

Having said this, Oda Sakunosuke paused imperceptibly and his gaze fell accurately on the face of the person opposite him.

He used to be a killer, but later joined the Port Mafia by chance. Because of the principle of "no killing", he worked in the Port Mafia for two years but is still a member of the lowest level, dealing with chores that no one is willing to do every day.

Even though he was dealing with trivial matters like collecting protection fees and mediating extramarital affairs all day long, it did not hinder his understanding of the nature of his identity as a mafia member.

The aroma of black tea filled the air, and the rising mist cast a soft halo on the gray-haired, golden-eyed boy opposite.

It looks like the porcelain on the table: beautiful, harmless, and fragile.

Although Kimino Mutsu behaved very friendly, Oda Sakunosuke felt even more depressed.

...The best protection is to kill all possible enemies. No matter how deceptive the boy in front of him is, he is a member of the Mafia and there is no way he doesn't understand this.

Kono Seiryoshi didn't know what his hidden secret was, but he did roughly understand what Oda Sakunosuke was concerned about. It's just that he didn't have such thoughts from the beginning - but how could he expect someone to work so hard for a small amount of compensation?

"It's not that strict," Kono Seiryoshi put down his cup, chuckled and shook his head, "I just need my partner to remind me when there is danger, as part of his duty."

He respected Oda Sakunosuke's principles and thought that this was just the right reward for the salary he paid.

Living in Yokohama, a city with a strong martial spirit, Kimino Seira is really afraid that one day he will be involved in a gang fight, so he urgently needs an experienced leader to pull him out in time when he goes astray.

He smiled and said, "I promise that your gun will not see blood." If the time really came to behead someone, he could do it himself - he still knew how to shoot, an essential mafia skill.

After hearing his words, Oda Sakunosuke's expression did not become relaxed. He frowned and was about to say something when he saw the young man in front of him suddenly stand up.

"Then let's try it for a month," Kono Seiryoshi stretched out his hand to him and said gently, "You try me."

Oda Sakunosuke: “……?”

Kono Seira: "You will be paid during the probation period. I will pay you. Well, I will pay you one third more than the salary you will receive after you become a partner."

Oda Sakunosuke, who raised five children with a meager salary: “…Ah.”

He stared at the boy's palm, which was soft and white, without any trace of silk from training, and looked as if it could be broken with a slight pinch.

The conditions offered by the young man were indeed very generous. No matter how he looked at it, he had no reason to refuse.

After a long while, Oda Sakunosuke sighed inwardly, stood up and held Kono Seira's hand, "Forget about being your partner, I can be your bodyguard."

Kono Seira's golden eyes suddenly lit up, his eyebrows curved, and his voice was brisk: "Please give me your guidance, Mr. Oda."

The red-haired man nodded slightly.

After a brief chat, Oda Sakunosuke went to receive the temporary transfer order. When the door closed again, Kono Seira's mind inevitably recalled Mori Ogai's meaningful words when he left the leader's office the day before: "I am looking forward to your performance in the next mission."

He sat back on the sofa and held up the black tea to cover the curve of his lips.

Mr. Mori, I am also looking forward to your performance.

The author has something to say:

It can also be regarded as a two-way rush (?)

I remembered a joke about how cat owners pack their luggage: open the suitcase, take the cat out, prepare clothes, take the cat out, put the clothes in, take the cat out, close the closet, take the cat out of the suitcase, and close the suitcase.

I saw someone mention mustard, hahahaha he hasn't been picked up yet, he will appear later =v=