After memorizing the book, I am super strong

The author has something to say: knife warning——

(The abstract already exists, but it is better to emphasize it twice)

Knife warning——

If it's sugar, move on to the next chapter!

The background is the if line.The master of a certain parallel world gets the memory of the master world, then becomes the leader to save Odasaku, and finally commits suicide by jumping off the building~

"La~ It's like retrieving a forgotten thing~"

When Atsushi Nakajima walked into this room surrounded by darkness on all sides, he heard Osamu Dazai, who had only a small light on, singing in a good mood while holding a glass of red wine.

"Mr. Dazai—the leader."

He knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and raised his eyes curiously.

"Wipe carefully—the dust that covers memories~"

Would you sing such a gentle song in a room where your breath would freeze, in the dark air that has not been blessed by the sun for four years, in a solemn place decorated with priceless antiques?

Atsushi Nakajima listened to Dazai singing a few words in such a vague way with some doubts.

"How is it, Atsu-kun, do you think it's good?" Dazai changed his crossed legs, and took advantage of the situation to turn to the angle facing him, and there was a slight sound of red wine colliding in the glass at that moment. "Don't be so reserved—"

Atsushi Nakajima stood up, and carefully replied when he turned his back: "It's very good...but is this... singing?"

"Ah, even with a girl like Kyoka around, are you still so unresponsive?" Dazai put down his glass and said relaxedly, "This is a song for that 'her'—"

"Boss, we have already negotiated with the other party about the house you mentioned, and the decoration has been completed according to your wishes—" Yin said, with his hair tied up, reporting so calmly, "When will we go to the house?" If I take a look, I will ask the armed squad to follow in secret in advance."

"It's hard work, but it's not necessary." Osamu Dazai, who was counting the steps of the plan, scribbled something on the paper with a red pen, then raised his head indifferently, "——we'll go now."

Akutagawa Yin, who was stunned, just nodded, and saw that the king of the underground, who always maintained a cold and majestic expression, was walking towards the door with an expression of anticipation that he had never seen before.

On the piece of paper left on the table randomly, a monster-like, burning fire was chaotically drawn with red and black pens.

……

"I won't leave the headquarters building again, everything else is fine, this one will trouble you for daily cleaning."

In a certain room of that house, in front of a window that was clean and warm to the touch from the sun, Dazai slowly closed the curtains, and slightly tilted his head, "Although I still hate dogs, but the one with Corgi’s quilt, just try to pull it out of the blacklist temporarily.”

Gin was at the door, nodding to Dazai who turned around.With most of the plans going smoothly, the leader has really made some strange arrangements recently.

Dazai closed the door, and when he turned around, the hem of the black jacket on his body that even European nobles would envy lightly brushed a restrained width, and his fingers inadvertently stayed on the position of his heart, as if unintentionally, and The hazy light and shadow of another world spoke to each other.

"No matter where it is, it is my good habit to reserve a room for her in the place where I live~"

"You really know how to instigate people - this is what all the subordinates found in this mission, and it is the most similar to your painting." Nakahara Chu, who pressed his hat, said the same, respect for the leader and respect for Dazai Dissatisfaction makes every second he spends in this office uncomfortable.

And the chief culprit—somehow he became the leader—Osamu Dazai, who is still looking at a pot of cactus with a serious expression staring at the document, seems not to have felt his idea of ​​"not wanting to stay here for a moment" , replied solemnly: "Oh - obviously this position is different from my picture."

"Hey, even if it's the leader, there should be a limit to what you say about people."

"The next mission, I will continue, please pay attention~"

"This is obviously very similar!"

Hearing Chuya's answer, Dazai just gently pushed the potted plant in front of him. The beautiful eye that was not covered by the bandage seemed to have accumulated a lot of complicated and incomprehensible things, and finally it seemed to flow through more than half of it. Like the rivers on the ground, they converge into a deep sea.

"No way—even if she is so smart, she will definitely find out."

"Although I only came to meet you for the last farewell, but if you can forgive my wayward request—it doesn't matter anywhere—can you just not shoot in this place——"

Even if the young man in front of him said this in such a regretful, sad tone, Odasaku still hesitated for a long time before putting down the gun.

"Thank you—I finally have to say goodbye." He raised his eyes and smiled softly, as if he didn't exist. "At this very beginning."

Then he climbed up the stairs in the store like that, step by step, step by step, the expensive boots stepped out in a rhythm that seemed to be crying.

Why is it crying?Oda Sakunosuke couldn't figure it out, until he heard the young man whispering to himself at the corner——

"Actually, I've always wanted to know if she read your new book that starts with the sea, will the sea really appear."

Finally, the long-awaited and most anticipated moment has arrived.

Finally, he was going to the place he had been waiting for, the side he had been thinking about—

On the top floor of the high-rise building of the Port Mafia, only the lights lit by Wanjia can be seen at night, converging into another starry sky at the foot.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Atsushi Nakajima were still yelling loudly after listening to him talk about the commission of the "book", but Dazai, who had already jumped off the building, could only hear the silence that spread from his heart to his ears .

He stretched out his hand towards the nothingness in the distance, and the only thing whizzing past him was the cold night wind.

The girl who smiles with the pink unicorn in her arms, the girl who looks worried because of his injury, the girl who likes to eat chili peppers, the girl who spins the things in her hand irritably when the game is stuck, the girl who I like to recite poems, I like all the beautiful things in poems, the girl who finally walks on the sun...

Seeing herself falling like an autumn leaf falling to the soil where it belongs, will she show the sad expression of seeing her favorite dessert being snatched away?

Probably not.

After all, they...have never met before.

I'm sorry... There was another song... I wanted to sing it to you.

But no matter which place, including the heart that is about to stop beating...there is a place reserved for you.