[Comprehensive] Mr. Dazai who can't die

Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue secretly, it's really bad, he really didn't expect that his sudden disappearance could stimulate Chuya like this.But he can't carry this blame.

"Chuya, listen to my explanation, I really didn't want to leave like that on purpose." While dodging a straight punch, he tried his best to appease the little dwarf who was about to go berserk, "You have to know that we are an unmarried couple!! I How could I abandon you!!"

"Who the hell wants to be married to this brain-filled mackerel!!!" Nakahara Nakaya successfully hit someone's knee with a roundabout kick. She also gritted her teeth and grabbed him by the hair, "Again, who agreed to your marriage proposal?"

"Alas??" Osamu Dazai complained, widening his iris-colored eyes, "I thought Chuuya agreed to our relationship by dragging Enkidu to me with such an important baby tooth."

"Huh?" When the mackerel in front of him said this, Nakahara threw away the garbage in his hand in disgust, "Dazai, do you have any misunderstandings?"

Generally speaking, the teeth, minions, and even fur of big monsters contain extremely powerful power, and generally speaking, they can be used as positioning tools.

"So Dazai, you really don't want to think too much."

Osamu Dazai's mental outlook collapsed in an instant, he looked haggard, and tremblingly got up from the ground, like an old man with a white haired man giving a black haired man, with a sad expression, "Chuya, you are cheating on marriage."

"Wait... Rider, what did you call this gentleman just now?"

"Slut, slug?"

"You really want to die, Dazai."

"No no, don't tell me you are Mr. Nakahara Chuya who has the reputation of Japan's blue wave poet." Weber's eyes lit up. Although he said this interrogative sentence, he was 100% sure that this gentleman was the very famous modern Japanese man. Poet, Mr. Chuya Nakahara.

Without giving the two people who were fighting a chance to react, the little fan moved forward with a flushed face and pushed away the followers who were obstructing him, and came to the idol he had longed for, his eyes sparkled, "I am Your loyal fan, your poetry anthology "Song of the Goat" is my must-read before going to bed every day. The opening sentence "side of the rock cliff, the sun is slanting, and the autumn sky is full of beauty" is really like that poetic rhyme every time I think of it. I can't help but yearn for the artistic conception..."

"what…"

Young port mafia cadres have learned interrogation, woodcutter shooting, espionage and even the dark science of negotiating...

Although Sister Hongye often attaches a poem that fits the occasion when killing people, but...sorry, as early as when he was 12 years old, Sister Hongye had already announced his achievements in literature. Nearly zero existence.

So... why does this young man know every word he said when he took it apart, but when put together, Mr. Zhongyuan has a black question mark face? What does this mean?

Osamu Dazai, who had already had a similar experience, squinted his eyes, probably knowing what was going on.However, he was still angry with Chuya, Mr. Dazai, who is very small and not like a man, did not intend to forgive Chuya for rejecting his marriage proposal for the third time, and chose cheerfully to ignore the little man's strong appeal for help Instead, Guangbo chose to eat melons and watch the show.

Seeing the childish behavior of the only man present who was able to save him deliberately turning his head to the side, Mr. Zhongyuan just wanted to ask if that man was childish, childish or not!

Sighing, although he didn't quite understand what the boy was talking about, the most shining star in the Japanese Showa poetry circle he was talking about was exactly the same as him except for his name, okay?

Sighing, he said to the fanatical young man, "Young man, I think you may have mistaken someone."

The slightly regretful tone of the orange-haired youth was like a basin of cold water being poured straight over the head of the hot-headed Weber.Only then did the boy realize that although this Mr. Nakahara was also called a slug by Mr. Dazai, and he also called Mr. Ao Masajiro, but...

Since Osamu Dazai is from a parallel world, why can't Mr. Nakahara?

After figuring out that he made a big oolong, Weber's entire face exploded into a firework in an instant, "Really! I'm so sorry! I've caused trouble for you..."

"Oh, young man, you have caused a big disaster. You know that in our world, Mr. Nakahara, who you admire the most, is one of the five cadres of the most vicious port mafia in Yokohama. And you actually offended him so much, tsk tsk..." It seemed already Foreseeing the tragic experience of the teenager in England, Mr. Dazai turned his head extremely unbearably, and said in a sad tone, "Master, seeing that you and I meet again, I will remember to collect the corpse for you in the near future."

Reminded by Dazai, Weber suddenly remembered the mighty fighting ability of this Mr. Nakahara. This is the existence of Rider who can beat the heroic spirit... His fighting ability was ridiculed by Rider as 0.5 goose...

The more Wei Bo thought about it, the more frightened he became. If it wasn't for the last vestige of a man's blood, he would have knelt down to the big man, hoping that his lord would forget about the villain's mistakes and let him go.

Inexplicably, he was suddenly regarded as the biggest villain, and Mr. Zhongyuan really didn’t want to talk. If it wasn’t for the frisky mackerel in front of him, he somehow became a titled player who could read files infinitely like a game bug. Mr. Zhongyuan really didn’t want to talk. I don't mind blowing the opponent's head at all to see how much water has entered it.

Sighing, Zhong Yuan also cleared his throat, "Your name is Weber, right?"

"Yes! Mr. Zhongyuan!"

Osamu Dazai was on the verge of laughing. This kind of dwarf takes one step at a time, and the difference in height between the two... Mr. Dazai really can't bear it. Even the boy Weber is a few centimeters taller than the middle one. This is a scene of campus bullying.

"Don't listen to Dazai's nonsense." Nakahara Chuya thought that although he was not a good person, he was also very principled, and he was quite different from the kind of gangster who made a living by bullying and intimidating others.

After Mr. Zhongyuan, one of the five major cadres of the port mafia, restrained his aura, the exquisite facial features and the white sacrificial robe full of immortality really looked like the kind of priest who saved the common people in myths and legends.

Reminiscent of Rider's past full of bad deeds, Weber couldn't help asking hopefully, "Then Rider's claim that you are a gangster is also a rumor, right?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye was taken aback for a moment. Under the young man's earnest eyes, Zhongyuan Zhongye hesitated to speak, "No, although that bastard is full of lies, but I... am indeed one of the cadres of the port gangster."

This is the highest achievement of Chuya Nakahara in his life, so even if it hurt the heart of an ignorant young man, Mr. Nakahara still chose to tell the truth.

"Ah, is it?"

If the man named Nakahara Chuya just now still has the shadow of the Showa poet who was called "Japan's Rimbaud" in Weber's fantasy, then at this moment, Nakahara Chuya's aura is exaggerated. Like a sword slowly unsheathed.

Sharp-edged yet eye-catching.

The self-cultivation of the fans is probably like this. Weber thinks that Mr. Zhongyuan is so handsome, he can hardly control his screams.

"That...can you sign for me?" He really couldn't hold back, the boy blushed and took out the paper and pen from his backpack, looked at Mr. Zhongyuan from the parallel world with sparkling eyes, and secretly disliked a certain Servant in his heart, You said that they all come from a parallel world, so why are there so many differences between people.

Looking at Mr. Zhongyuan, who is leaning on the big tree beside him with a style of unrestrained and freehand style, and then looking at this Rider who looks like a stray dog ​​on his side...

Weber sighed, not wanting to speak.

After receiving the signature with both hands, Weber felt that all the sufferings he had encountered before were healed by Mr. Zhongyuan's hearty smile.

"Is this your first time in Fuyuki? Why don't you come with us and change your clothes first?" Weber tactfully invited his idol to go shopping together.

"Master, didn't you complain about the lack of time at the beginning?" When the taxi came to the beach, and the boy Webb and he was about to sit in the back seat with Chuya naturally, Mr. Dazai relied on his super high With a flash of agility, he inserted himself between the two of them, held Weber's head and asked word by word.

Weber rolled his eyes, "Rider, I think if you can reduce some moths, we will have more time. Since there is no longer enough, let them wait."

"But boy, do you think... I haven't seen my two fiancés, Nakaya and I, for many years, don't you..." I should roll into the passenger seat in a hurry.

"Hehe, Mr. Chuya doesn't seem to agree?"

"The guests..." Mr. Driver didn't know about the bloody storm in the rear driver's seat. He saw that three big men were squeezed out of the small rear seat and said sincerely, "You can let a gentleman come Passenger seat..."

"No need, we have a good relationship, it's warmer to squeeze together!"

"Huh?" The driver looked at the scorching sun at noon and then at the three people in the back seat. He felt that the young people nowadays... really don't understand.

Although Zhongyuan Zhongya is used as a plug-in for recharging accounts, he does not have any basic knowledge about the Holy Grail War. He is holding the tablet with his earphones plugged in and starting to make up for it. After the Dazai who came was useless, he tore off the neckline, and that was fine.

After the driver started the car, a bit of cool air came from the front seat. Finally, Zhongyuan Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief. He took off his earphones, looked at the two who were still fighting, and said, "From the beginning, I wanted to I asked, are you playing master-servant play?"

Why do you keep yelling Master, Master all the time?

Osamu Dazai: ...

Weber: ...