Cat King rules daily life in Yokohama

——Which part of the problem is wrong... Why did you do it right away?

Probably because the modified body is much tougher than ordinary people, Xuecun's dazed mind quickly returned to the operating mode, while covering his stomach with his trembling left hand, he desperately thought about countermeasures.

"Do you want to ask, why on earth did I hit you?"

The black-haired boy raised his foot, stepped on his right hand slowly with the sole of his shoe, and then rolled it down hard, but his expression remained unchanged, as if the prisoner he was interrogating was just an ordinary ant.

"—Because I'm upset, whether you intended it or not, my disciple almost died."

He asked himself an answer, and only lowered his eyes after he felt a crisp "crack" sound from his feet, showing a perfunctory smile at the boy with a distorted face.

"Ah, I broke your hand. If I say I didn't do it on purpose, will you forgive me?"

"You, what you want to do, it doesn't matter, huh, huh..."

Under the excruciating pain, a layer of sweat broke out on Xuecun's forehead, and the corners of his eyes turned red, and soon rational tears poured out, even his voice was full of crying.

He can shield his emotions, but the pain that acts on his body cannot be eliminated.Besides, Osamu Dazai never moved his foot away, even if he really has any useful abilities, I'm afraid it won't come in handy.

(If you want to survive, find a way to survive...!)

"I have nothing to quibble, it is indeed, my fault..."

The "victim" who is best at acting in bitter scenes, with real pain, is enough to cover up the unnaturalness in his expression, and continued to close his eyes and choked up: "But, I really don't have any malice towards Shuli, please. Believe me……"

"Oh, don't you mean--I'm doing something too much?"

Osamu Dazai deliberately misinterpreted the meaning of the other party, opened his eyes slightly, and made a reflective expression, but he continued to exert force under his feet, almost crushing the broken phalanx into powder.

Then, he casually brushed away the broken hair beside his ear, exposing the iris that was not covered by the bandage more clearly, as if showing the "victim" the colder and colder tone in it.

"That's really bad, I want to do even more extreme things now." He smiled without any emotion, and said: "For example, directly kill you or something, and then report that you died in It's fine in the midst of the fight. Even if everyone sees you walking into the gate of the headquarters alive, who will expose my lies?"

His every word and every move seemed to be mercilessly mocking Xuecun's actions.Unfortunately, he didn't understand it thoroughly, leaving room for the opponent to struggle.

It was like a cat teasing a mouse. It seemed benevolent, but it was actually more cruel than killing the mouse directly.

"..."

The blue-haired boy whimpered a few times. At this moment, he finally realized that his invincible way of pretending to be a good guy was useless in front of the real "demon".

Because, the devil kills without any reason.

(There is no way to use common sense to infer Osamu Dazai... quickly find out what can restrain his actions, otherwise, he will die in the next second!)

(The interests of the organization? Outside gossip? The notoriety of disregarding human lives?)

(No, neither! What this person really cares about is... Yes, it's just a gamble!)

"It doesn't matter if I die, but I don't want to bring shadows to the tree..." The blue-haired boy panted anxiously, smiled sadly, and muttered to himself: "At least, after I apologize to him, you, You can kill me again..."

Suddenly, the brutal violence imposed on his fingers stopped, as if a hidden switch was touched, thus changing the way to clear the game.

The black-haired boy looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly withdrew his legs and returned to the comfortable standing posture at the beginning.

During these few seconds, no one could guess what kind of thoughts flashed through Dazai Osamu's mind, or what kind of ending he calculated.

In short, the dark temperament floating around him slowly hid his shadow and gradually disappeared.

"Okay." He smiled, as if it was someone else who just randomly used life and death to seize power, his tone was slightly ethereal and gentle.

"—Then go and apologize. It's up to him to decide whether to take your life or not."

"Thank you very much……"

Xuecun, who received the amnesty order, took a deep breath and carefully played the image of a poor little man full of atonement.

(Did you win the bet, at least for the time being... As long as you can see Chiyo, that innocent guy will definitely be fooled by a few words.)

(The only variable is Dazai Osamu, it is really unpredictable thoughts and actions...)

When he lowered his eyes and secretly rejoiced and thought, the young man in front of him probably felt a little bored, and quickly walked towards the door.

Passing by the disciple who had been silently watching the farce, Dazai Osamu patted him on the shoulder, not knowing whether he was too lazy to finish it, or also giving Akutagawa Ryunosuke a chance to grow up, and dropped a sentence with a long tone.

"You should have something to say to him, so cherish the opportunity."

— After all, he was already on the death list.

The kind reminder contained such a light and indifferent subtext, which matched well with the flash of light in the iris eyes.

Of course, whether the audience understood the message was not within the scope of Osamu Dazai's consideration.

"Yes, Mr. Dazai."

The taciturn boy in black watched his teacher leave, then turned around.Facing Xuecun who was struggling to get up, he neither confronted him violently nor offered help, but just stared silently with a pair of dead sea-like eyes.

Compared with the seniors who trained together, he and the perpetrator had known each other for a longer time, and had experienced many things together, including before joining the port mafia, in the most dangerous situation, this shadow was indispensable.

so he--

"Ryunosuke, do you want to blame me too?"

With heavy steps, the blue-haired boy walked to his side, and with a wry smile he said that he had already prepared a speech, but because of Osamu Dazai's shrewdness and willfulness, he couldn't put it on the table.

"Think about it with your head, how could I harm a person who gave his life to save me... It's really an accident, I don't want such a thing to happen at all."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke did not make a sound, as before, as if he was a lifeless statue, giving people the illusion that no matter what he told him, it would not attract echoes, so he could ignore his thoughts.

(Idea? By the way, does this guy really have a mind of his own?)

If it wasn't for the fact that he almost lost his life because of raising an unfamiliar dog in the dungeon, Xuecun might still be like before, with a contemptuous heart, and casually fool the opponent into becoming his pawn.

But at this moment, he knew that he had to work harder so that Akutagawa could exert some strength at the critical moment and stand in the same camp with him again.

"You said, will the tree forgive me?"

Naturally, he showed just the right look of anxiety, and then asked himself a hint: "He should be able to? Because, he is a good boy with a kind heart, knowing that I didn't mean it, how could he pursue it... ...If you really want to kill me because of this, it would be too stingy, right?"

The black-clothed boy lowered his eyes, and his gaze happened to meet a pair of extremely sincere golden eyes. Because of crying before, the ends of his eyes were flushed, and he looked quite pitiful.

"I have already received such a severe punishment for the mistake I made accidentally..." The other party bit his lip, as if suppressing the grievance in his heart, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Is this not enough to atone for my sin? I It really hurts, and Shuli...isn't he still fine?"

(That's right, that guy was well guarded. Where did he make a mistake, but in the end he was asked to bear the blame, why?!)

If he hadn't used his abilities to hide the true emotions in his eyes, I'm afraid that the dark and venomous look would have swept up at this moment, instantly crushing the illusion he was struggling to maintain.

(Yes, he wanted to use Chiyo's relationship to quickly infiltrate into the organization, and he shouldn't have acted impulsively...)

(But I can't bear it. It's as disgusting as eating a fly to watch that annoying guy show off his prestige and make contributions!)

(I don’t want to make it easier for him! I don’t want to! I don’t want to!)

The evil thoughts in his heart were clamoring crazily, but fortunately he was covered by supernatural powers, but he still maintained a pitiful look on his face.

"Are you finished?"

From the moment he entered the room, Akutagawa, who had never spoken, asked coldly, but he used a declarative tone, and instantly stopped the other party's voice.

"Senior's thoughts, I don't know yet, so you'd better not guess at will."

"……what?"

Unexpectedly, he would make a declaration similar to launching an attack, Yukimura asked back slowly.

"Besides, whether you intended it or not is your own problem." Ryunosuke Akutagawa put his hands in his pockets and continued to narrate in a natural and steady tone: "I don't care. But, there will be no next time."

At the same time as the last syllable fell, he turned around and started to walk slowly towards the opened door without any hesitation or nostalgia.

Probably not reconciled, Xuecun subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the hem of his clothes, and then say something, but forgot the particularity of the opponent's ability, and was immediately pressed to the ground by the raging Rashomon, there was no way move.

The boy in black did not turn his head back, as if talking to himself, he expressed the conclusion he had reached after thinking for a long time today.

"Whether it's you, other people, or even the manipulated inanimate things, the moment they become enemies, I will be responsible for clearing them up."

It was obviously a bland tone, but the sharpness revealed was no less than that of his teacher who had not left the interrogation room not long ago.

There will be an accident this time, precisely because he shot too slowly and did not get ahead of his predecessors, so he——

"I won't give anyone the chance to take the lead. Mr. Dazai has indeed conveyed the emotion that Mr. Dazai wants to bestow on you."

His dead sea-like pupils suddenly gathered a small light. This was a scene that had never appeared before, except for the first time he realized the emotion of "hate".

"For this reason, if you dare to block the thorns in front of you, you must cut them off immediately."

"—including you."

The author has something to say: _(:3∠)_ Musta is really a child who doesn’t understand sweet talk (sigh

In fact, what Kazuya means is that Mr. Dazai wants to teach me. In order not to lose the people he cares about, he must be faster and stronger, and cut off the crisis as soon as possible (Dazai: I didn’t say that

By the way, I summarized the growth goals that Dazai arranged for Brother Shu and Mustard

Tree Brother - Betrayal and Growth

Mustard - learn to be a man (???

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