[Comprehensive] Magical Uchiha spitting fire online

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"Wow."

The system sighed dryly: "Osama Dazai actually gave you a gun."

"Gun? What kind of gun? Is it just the kind of thing ordinary villagers or hunters in the mountains use to shoot birds?"

Listening to the sound of the system, I belatedly looked at the pitch black thing Dazai Osamu threw into my hand. The all-black gun is very small in shape, just a little bigger than my hand. It is far different from the firearms that civilians use for hunting in my impression, and it doesn't look more powerful than the firearms. The appearance of power.

"Why did he give me this?" I asked in disbelief: "You can't even kill a dog with this thing that needs to be replaced with gunpowder, but he wants me to kill people with this?"

System: "...You successfully made a string of codes feel the feeling of 'regret'. Jingniao, I really regret it now. Why didn't I change the host to a world with a higher level of technology?"

Although I didn't understand what it was saying, I felt like it disliked me.

"Frightened Bird."

I was about to say something to the system, but I heard Osamu Dazai suddenly calling me and interrupting the conversation between me and the system. I looked up dumbly and found his eyes falling on me.

"What are you in a daze for?"

Osamu Dazai asked mildly.

The system and I were both surprised.

The system resides in my eyes, sharing the same body with me. Normally, the dialogue with it is completed in my head, but in the space constructed by the system in my mind, the time flow rate is different from the real time. Although it feels like I have said a lot of words, when converted into reality It's just a short moment in the blink of an eye.

How did Osamu Dazai know that I was distracted?

It doesn't matter how he noticed that I was distracted. In the end, it didn't even matter to Dazai Osamu why I was distracted. He just stood aside and told me lightly: "Go ahead. Shoot him three times in the chest the way the port mafia punishes traitors."

I stared at the gun in my hand without moving for a long time.

I don't even know how to use a fire gun for hunting birds, let alone a fire gun that looks nothing like the fire gun I remember. I don’t know what Osamu Dazai thinks. Does he think that I am gifted and can learn on my own without a teacher? But until today, I have never seen such a thing as a "gun".

"Ah, that's it. Let me teach you. It's very simple." After being briefly surprised by Dazai Osamu's acumen, the system returned to its calm tone and started to educate me: "Anyway, open the safety catch first. , loading the bullet and then pulling the trigger on the target is much more convenient than the ninjutsu you use."

Me: "...What is a safety catch?"

system:"……"

Perhaps because I hesitated for too long, Dazai Osamu suddenly raised his eyes and looked over. I was caught off guard and met his eyes. Dazai Osamu thought for a moment and chuckled again.

"What's wrong, Frightened Bird, can't you do it?"

Although Osamu Dazai was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes. He just sighed in an overly relaxed tone like "Oops, I have a headache." "If you can't even do this, then it's really like Akutagawa." As you said, I picked up a completely useless thing."

I silently threw the gun in my hand to the ground, and Osamu Dazai showed that tired and boring look again. Then, before he ordered others to deal with the betrayer, I pulled out the sheath of the short sword I carried with me.

When the scabbard fell to the ground, the blade made of special metal sank into the sternum easily. I turned my wrist and stabbed three times in succession. The face of the unknown betrayer, who was slightly relaxed when he learned that I couldn't shoot, didn't even recover before I cut off all hope of life.

He opened his mouth like a dying fish, and made a "ho ho" sound in his throat. Not long after, he fell to the ground and took his last breath.

"Sorry, Mr. Dazai, I don't know how to use a gun."

I pulled my sleeve to wipe the blood that sprayed on my face, and then sheathed the knife as I did every time I went on a mission. I thought that the system was draining away my feelings from my colleagues, and it must have also blurred part of my memory. At this moment, I can vaguely remember that my brother once taught me step by step how to draw and put away the knife, but I can't remember what he said to me when he was teaching me.

Anyway, a person like my brother, no matter what he said at that time, would definitely not teach me how to kill someone.

"System." I called it with a dull face: "You think I'm going to do this to myself now, can I start over again?"

"Yes, but not necessary."

The system said calmly: "Even if you start over and go back to that point in time and try again, the only person you can meet is Dazai Osamu. Apart from wasting my backup, the situation will not change in any way."

"Stop your temper, Scared Bird."

Maybe it noticed that my mood was suddenly autistic, but the system tried to comfort me and said, "When I have some free time, I can teach you a new ninjutsu as a reward. How about the Phoenix Immortal Fire Technique?"

"...I can do this."

"Hao Fireball?"

"The first ninjutsu an Uchiha child learns is the Great Fire Ball."

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"I've learned half of it..."

"Then use the remaining half of the fire dragon flame bullets and add the dragon fire technique. If you like to learn, you will be defeated if you don't learn."

I nodded reluctantly: "That's okay."

Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows. At the moment when everyone else was stunned by my sudden three swords, and the atmosphere was so solemn that they almost solidified and hit the ground, he said softly: "Not bad, the movements are very neat."

Although I can also see that Dazai Osamu's words are not only meaningless, but he may be thinking about something else in his mind. But after being a loser living in the shadow of my brother for so many years, it is rare for me to be praised like this. I almost They were all flattered.

Then Dazai Osamu waved to Hirotsu Yanami, who had said that I was an ordinary child when I was in the medical room, and now he was watching me kill someone without changing his expression: "Mr. Hirotsu——"

"Yes?"

"Leave this child to Black Lizard."

Dazai Osamu put his arm around my shoulders and pushed me forward, holding the scabbard tightly.

"Remember to teach him how to use a gun."

"forgive me."

Hiratsu Yanagi didn't agree immediately. He glanced at me, and then pinched his eyebrows as if he had a headache: "First there was a fifteen-year-old Akutagawa, and then there was a thirteen-year-old Uchiha... You Is this the black lizard being used as a nursery?”

"I'm also looking for a successor for you, old man." Dazai Osamu said, and took away his hand on my shoulder. He said with a smile: "I can guarantee that in the future, Mr. Guangjin, you will lead the Black Lizard after you retire. The person must be one of these two children."

Guangjin Liulang replied seriously: "I think I can persist for a while. I'm afraid these two will not be able to take over from me in the next few years."

"I know, I know, Mr. Guangjin is super reliable. Anyway, I'll leave it all to you."

Osamu Dazai laughed happily, leaving me here who looked confused as if my future direction had been decided too easily, and turned around to leave. I didn't react for a moment. After he walked out of the warehouse door, I subconsciously followed two steps in the direction he left.

Like me, Hiratsu Yanami took a moment to realize that Osamu Dazai had just thrown me here. He and I looked at each other. This old man who looked many times more reliable than Osamu Dazai rubbed his hands. He sighed on his forehead: "Uchiha-kun, you go with them first... or forget it, you come with me first."

The aftermath work, such as handling the bodies and the site, was all handed over to lower-level subordinates. A few minutes after Dazai Osamu left, Hirotsu Yanami also took me out of the warehouse. After all, it was not the same person who took me, and the method of going back and coming back was naturally different.

As soon as I came to the roadside, before I could ask any questions, the system explained to me: "This is called a car, and it is a means of transportation. It does not need a horse to pull it in front, it has no life, and it is not some psychic ninja beast. The car is a product of modern civilization, don’t use your brain that is decades behind the times to try to ask me how it works as a machine, just think of it as a ninja tool that burns chakra and operates."

The system said so, and I had no choice but to swallow back all the questions I had.

Listen.

A walking ninja that burns chakra.

It feels quite high-end.

The subordinate who was standing by opened the car door. Guangjin Liulang got into the car first, and I followed suit and got in with him. It was my first time to come into contact with such a high-end ninja tool, and I was a little excited. I shamelessly faced Guangjin Liulang's gaze and secretly touched the seat of the car.

The surface of the seat is made of leather. It feels a bit like the leather knife sheath I usually use to carry a short knife behind my back, but it is more delicate and softer than that. When I touch it with my blood-stained fingers, it will feel slightly lighter. A small red handprint was left on the colored leather seat.

Guangjin Liulang sighed indifferently, took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to me.

"Wipe it." He gestured.

"Ah, sorry."

I took his handkerchief with understanding and wiped off the bloody fingerprints on the car seat, but for some reason the old man seemed to have a headache.

"...I don't want you to wipe the car, I want you to wipe your face." Guangjin Liulang took back the handkerchief I had just wiped the seat with, pulled my chin and forcefully twisted my head away, splashing on He wiped the side of his bloody face bit by bit.

I saw that the handkerchief in his hand and his plain white gloves were stained with a layer of dark red dust from the blood he was about to dry on my face. Maybe it was because my face was so miserable? Guangjin Liulang's eyebrows wrinkled more and more tightly.

After a while, he released my chin, took off his stained gloves, and threw them under the seat together with the handkerchief.

Guangjin Liulang sighed: "I made a mistake. He is indeed a child that can be valued by Dazai-sama."

I don't know why.

The old man stared at me and sighed in a slow and non-derogatory tone: "It's really...a little monster picked up by a monster."

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