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

Outside the quiet factory area, a broad river passes by, and the setting sun shines on the sparkling water.

Dazai was running wildly along the river bank. He could hear his own rapid breathing and his heartbeat almost bursting his eardrums.

[Wait for me, wait for me...]

Dazai didn't know what he was looking for, but this thought drove him forward.

His subconscious told him that if he stopped now, then...what would happen?

Dazai was a little confused, and his steps gradually slowed down until they stopped.

Why is he here? Why is he running so desperately?

very strange.

Bursts of gunfire were heard from the factory area, and Dazai remembered that he was here to find Odasaku!

Odasaku was dueling with the Mimic leader, and he had to get there as soon as possible.

Dazai took action again, running towards the source of the gunshots.

There were several bodies seen at regular intervals on the roadside, including members of the Hong Kong Black Gang and Mimic soldiers.

The gunshots were getting closer and clearer.

When Dazai rushed into the last stronghold, two almost overlapping gunshots rang out.

What appeared before him was the fallen Odasaku.

"Odasaku!" Dazai ran towards Odasaku in panic, not even noticing that his coat had fallen off his shoulders.

Odasaku bled a lot, and the scarlet liquid soaked through his clothes and flowed all over the ground.

Dazai should be used to seeing blood, but this time he found the color too glaring.

"I'll take you to the hospital right away, Odasaku, cheer up." Dazai tried to pick up Odasaku at a loss.

Odasaku's breathing became shallower and shallower, and he could hardly feel his pulse in his hand.

It's so quiet, there should be some sound at this time.

If there is someone, where will he/she appear?

Dazai subconsciously drew his gun and pointed it in the direction of the stairs.

But the stairs were empty, so empty that there was no place for anyone to hide.

Dazai slowly put down the gun suspiciously. Was it because he was too nervous and had an illusion that made him see enemies everywhere?

Odasaku's breathing unexpectedly became steady and his heartbeat began to grow stronger.

There is hope! Dazai picked up Odasaku and planned to send him to the hospital immediately for emergency treatment.

But that feeling came back again - someone was watching him from behind.

Dazai thought that saving Odasaku was more important, and it didn't matter if he was looked at a few times.

[Are you really not going to look? Are you really not going to look back? ]

Dazai answered in his heart, if you don’t look, there is still time, it’s not too late.

[Is it really too late? ]

Dazai had a strange intuition that he had to look back.

He turned around again, but unfortunately there was still nothing behind him, and no third living person appeared.

Not only that, the moment he turned around, Odasaku in his arms mysteriously disappeared.

“…” Dazai stared at the staircase.

This is absolutely wrong. There must be someone there.

What kind of person? What does he look like? What is his age and gender?

Dazai tried to rely on his imagination to add in the person who should exist.

Thanks to his unremitting efforts, a vague figure actually began to emerge on the stairs.

I can't see his face clearly, and I can't understand his voice.

Dazai could only move closer to observe and understand.

The man's mouth opened and closed as if he was saying something.

Dazai moved closer, trying to discern the shape of his lips to figure out what he wanted to say.

〖dazai……〗

〖Dazai Osamu〗

It seemed like calling his name.

"Dazai..." The voice could be heard.

"Dazai Osamu, I..." I was about to hear it clearly.

A roar tore through the screen: "Dazed Dazai! If you don't want to work, go somewhere else to be lazy. Don't get in the way here!"

Dazai opened his eyes and the scene before him changed to the Armed Detective Agency.

He stretched sleepily and complained, "Kunikida-kun is getting too hard on me. I'm just taking a nap."

Kunikida showed his watch, tapping the dial with the fingers of his other hand. "It's four o'clock in the afternoon. Do you plan to have dinner after your lunch break?"

"Okay, okay, irritability will lead to premature aging. Kunikida-kun has wrinkles at the corners of his eyes." Dazai sat up from the sofa.

Kunikida looked for a place where he could see a face in the reflection in disbelief: "Really? It's really grown? I guess I need to drink some Chinese medicine to recuperate."

Getting wrinkles at the age of 22 was not part of his life plan.

Seeing that Kunikida believed him, Dazai sneered, "I was kidding."

It's so easy to play with Kunikida, it's so easy.

"You bastard!" Kunikida's back teeth were almost broken.

He grabbed Dazai's neck with both hands, intending to end Dazai's life today.

The door of the detective agency opened, and a man wearing a light yellow windbreaker and reddish-brown hair walked in.

"Good afternoon." Odasaku greeted the members on duty today.

Dazai hurriedly asked for help: "Odasaku, you're here just in time, please save me quickly."

Odasaku ignored the second half of Dazai's words as usual and extended an invitation: "Dazai, would you like to come to dinner tonight?"

"I want~"

Dazai did not live with Odasaku, but lived in the Butei staff dormitory.

Because writer Oda has five children, if Dazai joins them, it will probably be too crowded.

Kunikida let go of Dazai with a guilty conscience. He cleared his throat and said, "You came back quickly this time, Odasaku. Did you run into any trouble in Tokyo?"

Odasaku has completely adapted to this title.

When he first joined the detective agency, the members would call him "Mr. Oda" or "Sakunosuke".

But after Dazai joined, his name in the detective agency became uniformly called "Odasaku".

"With Ranpo here, the commission will be completed quickly." Odasaku replied and pulled Dazai up from the ground.

Kunikida looked out the door, but didn't see Edogawa Ranpo.

"Mr. Ranpo hasn't come back yet?" Ranpo is a person with a terrible sense of direction and it would be very difficult to find him if he got lost.

"He said he saw an old friend, so he asked me to come back first."

"Really?" Since there was still someone leading Ranpo, Kunikida felt relieved.

He remembered something and turned to call Nakajima Atsushi, "Oh, Odasaku, this is the new boy who joined the detective agency."

Nakajima Atsushi also greeted him obediently: "Hello, my name is Nakajima Atsushi, please give me your guidance in the future."

Odasaku nodded at him and said, "Hello, my name is Odasakunosuke. If you need help, you can come to me."

"Yes, thank you Mr. Odasaku."

"Ah..." Odasaku originally wanted to correct the way he called Nakajima Atsushi, it should be Oda/Sakunosuke.

But never mind, in the end everyone will become Odasaku anyway.

Dazai raised his hand excitedly: "Odasaku is back, shall we go downstairs and have some coffee together?"

In fact, at this point in time, the detective agency was about to close, so Dazai's proposal was immediately passed unanimously.

Kunikida, Miyazawa Kenji and Nakajima Atsushi walked in the front, with Tanizaki Junichiro and his sister Tanizaki Naomi in the middle.

The last ones to walk were Dazai and Odasaku.

"Dazai, is there anything wrong?" Odasaku asked in a low voice.

He saw that Dazai deliberately pulled him to walk at the back, and thought that he had something to say to him.

"I've been having the same dream lately." Dazai complained to Odasaku, "I always dream of you lying in a pool of blood four years ago."

Four years ago, in order to protect the children, Oda challenged the leader of Mimic, Gide.

In that battle, Odasaku and Gide almost died together. Fortunately, Dazai arrived in time and sent Odasaku to the hospital for emergency treatment.

It can be said that Oda Sakuran was lucky and after he arrived at the hospital, the bullet in his body miraculously disappeared.

After a period of rest and recovery, he resigned from the Hong Kong underworld and accepted Ranpo's invitation to join the Armed Detective Agency.

But after so much time has passed, why would Dazai suddenly care about this?

Odasaku stroked his chin and thought, "Is it because the Hong Kong black community has been too active recently?"

“Maybe.” Dazai fished in his coat pocket and pulled out something.

"Come to think of it, when I went back to arrange the finishing work that day, I found this by the riverbank."

There was a golden ring in Dazai's palm.

“This is…” Odasaku had some impression. Isn’t this the decorative ring that Dazai liked to wear before?

Dazai felt in his other pocket again, then spread his hand open, "Here's mine."

So why, coincidence?

"Ah, that's quite a coincidence." Odasaku couldn't figure it out and could only attribute it to fate.

Dazai put the two rings together and put them in his pocket: "Here, Odasaku."

"Tell me, how can one remember what he had eaten on a certain morning many years ago?"

Dazai felt like he had forgotten something.

It is not accurate to say that you have forgotten. It should be said that you have lost the cognitive memory of a certain concept, just like you can't remember what you ate on an ordinary morning.