The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

Have you made an appointment...?

[Nice to meet you, I’m Dazai…]

[Akira, ... nice to meet you for the first time. ]

First time meeting you? But I feel like I've seen you before.

【Are you looking at me? 】

Is that figure reflected in your eyes now me?

Who am I in your eyes? Which Dazai Osamu am I?

【What weird things are you thinking about again? 】

Answer me, don't be stupid, answer me.

[Those things are not as important as Dazai. 】

【Dazai is someone I want to cherish. 】

On the empty river bank, there is only a golden ring reflecting the light in the setting sun.

A liar... a sweet-talking liar...

[So boring, work is so boring, let's run away? ]

[If two people travel together, maybe it won’t be boring...]

The sound of wind whistling in my ears, the fragile human body smashed to the ground, and blood spread all over the ground.

Liar... I am a liar too...

Real and false memories are all mixed together, making people lost and unable to find a clear way out.

Who am I? I am...

I am……

"Mr. Dazai! Mr. Dazai!" Nakajima Atsushi anxiously called out to Dazai who was in a nightmare on the hospital bed.

After many attempts, Dazai finally woke up slowly from his slumber.

The memory has not yet fully returned, and Dazai has two images of Nakajima Atsushi in his mind: "... Atsushi?"

Seeing that Dazai could still recognize people, Nakajima Atsushi felt relieved.

After relaxing, he couldn't help but complain to Dazai: "The opponent is so despicable that he actually launched a sneak attack. Fortunately, Mr. Dazai is fine."

"The doctor said that Mr. Dazai has a very good physical condition and his wounds healed very quickly."

At this point, Nakajima Atsushi asked with concern, "How do you feel now, Mr. Dazai?"

Dazai reached out and pressed hard on the wound on his waist, but there was no pain.

No wonder the doctors and nurses were muttering during the operation, the healing speed was extremely outrageous.

The wounds healed and the memories were restored...was it because of Haruka's blood?

Dazai held his forehead with his hand. Those memories, which he didn't know whether true or false, were covered with a layer of mist again after he woke up.

"I'm fine, why is Atsushi-kun here?"

Logically speaking, the detective agency should be busy making plans now and would not come to the hospital for something like this.

"Everyone is worried about Mr. Dazai, but the situation is urgent, so they had to let me come over and take a look first." Nakajima Atsushi explained.

Then, he came to his senses from his joy and said, "Oh, by the way, I'll call the doctor to check it out!"

Nakajima Atsushi walked out the door happily, completely forgetting about the call bell beside him.

Dazai was the only one left in the ward. He looked out the window at the buildings dyed red by the setting sun and became distracted unconsciously.

Four years ago, when Odasaku was dying, he said to Dazai:

[Since good and evil make no difference to you, why not choose to save people?]

[Supporting the weak and upholding justice is actually a better idea. ]

Today, four years later, Dazai asked himself, am I different now than I was before?

not at all.

Good and evil, right and wrong, still make no difference to him.

If you want something, you still want to get it by any means necessary.

In order to achieve the goal, everything can be regarded as a bargaining chip.

He planned everything carefully, and took every step cautiously, even if it meant... putting himself at risk.

Selfish and crazy.

But, if I have to say there is something different, it might be that I feel the current plain life is not bad.

The Port Mafia, the Armed Detective Agency, and the Special Powers Agency are all protecting the city they love in their own way.

Since there is no difference either way, just follow the crowd.

Protect this city that everyone is protecting.

Nakajima Atsushi hadn't come back yet, so Dazai threw back the covers and got out of bed.

Enter the game yourself, be the chess player and also be the chess piece.

Next, he will do what he can.

Maybe…if he becomes a little different, maybe he can find a different ending this time.

-

Thick fog shrouded Yokohama at night, and under the full moon, the city was dead silent.

Most of the buildings on the street were asleep, with only one cafe still stubbornly open on a corner.

"It's so quiet tonight." Rantoshiro squatted at the door of the store and sighed again.

Although it is not usually very lively at night, it has never been as quiet as it is today. There is not even a passerby.

"Is it because of the abnormal weather warning?" Atsutoshiro guessed.

The fog outside was so thick that one couldn't tell people and animals apart from five meters away. It seemed that it was not suitable to go out.

Rantoshiro stood up and pulled himself together: "Then we won't be on night duty today. Let's go to the cinema and watch a movie, shall we?"

He walked to Qinghe's side, grabbed her hand and shook it left and right: "Master, come too."

Qinghe put down the book in his hand and had to remind him: "Do you think the cinema is open tonight?"

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, the culprit behind the recent cases of "suicides" by people with special abilities, special ability - Ryuhiko.

When he uses his special ability, thick fog will appear. Wherever the fog spreads, ordinary people will temporarily disappear, and the special ability of the special ability user will be separated from the body.

The temporarily materialized supernatural power will kill its original owner. This is the truth behind the "suicide" of the supernatural user.

Yokohama has now fallen and thick fog has spread throughout the city.

If Qinghe hadn't been afraid that Rantoshiro and the others would be attacked by others with uncontrolled supernatural powers, he wouldn't have appeared here tonight.

Rantoshiro suddenly became depressed: "Ah... I forgot..."

Akita Toushirou held up the tablet in his hand: "We also have this one, you can use this one, although it's a little bit small..."

Akita Toushirou's voice became smaller and smaller. Well, he admitted, it was much smaller.

The Five Tigers suddenly leaned over the glass and exclaimed, "Wow! Everyone! Look, there's a dragon!"

"Oh——!" The little daggers crowded to the glass to watch.

In the thick fog, several red dragon-like creatures emerged from the center of the city.

The daggers didn't know, but Qinghe knew that it was caused by the supernatural singularity.

Normally, the magical phenomenon occurs when multiple powers collide and pull with each other.

Akita Toushirou held the tablet with a look of anticipation on his face: "Do you think there will be Ultraman coming to fight the monsters soon?!"

Bao Ding Toushirou was also very excited: "It will happen, right? We must believe in the light!"

"Uh...this...haha." Randoshiro really couldn't bear to disturb his brothers' childishness.

The red dragon was wreaking havoc in the city, and even from a distance, the daggers could feel its pressure.

Isn't this much more interesting than the movie?

Atsutoshiro held up the telescope and observed for a long time: "There seems to be a person inside the dragon..."

Bao Ding Toushirou excitedly took the telescope and said, "Let me see! Where is it? ... Eh?"

The telescope was passed around one by one, and the short knives fell silent one after another.

Rantoshiro was intrigued by them, so he took the telescope and said, "What did you see? Could it be someone I know..."

What an acquaintance.

Qinghe was concentrating on stirring the ice in the milk tea. Feeling their gaze, she looked up in confusion:

"Why are you looking at me? Is it my turn to fight the dragon?"

The little daggers shook their heads again and again: "No, no, let's continue to look at the dragon."

It is uncertain whether Ultraman was there, but the light did appear.

A red light hit the dragon's head, and amid the dragon's roar, a shout resounded throughout Yokohama.

"Ta-zai-!"

Unable to hide it any longer, the little daggers looked at Qinghe cautiously, only to find that she was still reading with her head down.

"Master?" Rantoshiro called her.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Qinghe didn't even raise his head.

Rantoshiro was unsure of Haruka's attitude, so he tentatively reminded him, "Mr. Dazai from the detective agency seems to be in danger."

"Well, someone went to rescue him." Haruka was not so deaf that he couldn't hear.

Baoding Toshiro, who has a telescope, broadcasts the battle situation to everyone in real time: "It's Mr. Hat from the Mafia. He's demolishing buildings and smashing dragons! So cool!"

Soon, there was another commotion near the French window: "I want to see it, too! Let me take a look!"

"And me, I want to see it too!"

Rantoshiro did not join them, but walked to Haruka with some concern: "Master, we swordmen don't understand those things very well, but..."

"Protecting the people you cherish, I think this feeling should be common, right?"

"Just like the master protects us, I also want to protect the master's happiness."

"So, it would be a shame if we were left with regrets, right, Master?"

Obviously, they are both very smart people, but they are both weird when it comes to relationships.

If I have to say where the problem lies, maybe it's not quite direct enough?

"That's right." Qinghe closed the book and slowly stood up: "So..."

Rantoshiro looked at her expectantly, "So?"

"So I'm going on a long trip next time. If you have any problems in the future, just ask Izuna and the others for help." Qinghe walked towards the backyard carrying a book.

"Eh?" Rantoshiro was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses: "Eh?! Where is the master going?"

Would she be away for another thirty or fifty years?

"Well, to protect world love and peace?"