Ninja Sako

Each cadre can have a direct subordinate.

Osamu Dazai's direct subordinates have not been confirmed yet. To be honest, I really want to be Chuya Nakahara's direct subordinates. On the one hand, this will create opportunities for Akutagawa, and on the other hand, it will also improve my voice in the port mafia.

But as far as it is concerned, it is impossible. Let alone the issue of strength, my age alone determines that he will not reuse me.

In the third month after I came to the port mafia, I was still acting as the direct subordinate of Zhongya Chuya, without a formal position or even a salary. This point is somewhat similar to some messy rumors.

But he takes me with him wherever he goes.

Going out to kill people, do missions, socialize, negotiate with enemies, and even invite subordinates to drink will make me stay by his side.

There are currently two newcomers in the Port Mafia who are in the limelight, one is Ryunosuke Akutagawa, and the other is me.

And my age...Although I can't say that I am the youngest mafia in history, it is true that I amazed a group of people by saying it.

And I, Nakahara Chuya, Akutagawa and Dazai are bound together.

Dazai really gave Akutagawa a Spartan education—I once heard people say that Akutagawa was beaten until he vomited blood, always reprimanded and reprimanded, without a single gentle word.I felt sorry for Akutagawa, and then I couldn't help feeling resentful towards Osamu Dazai.

Compared to Osamu Dazai and Akutagawa, Chuya Nakahara treated me quite well, and everyone else thought so too. The intimacy we showed on the surface alone was enough to make people dream about.

What's more, we still live together.

But in fact, we communicate very little in private.

Nakahara is not a talkative person either, maybe he would talk a lot with his friends, and he would also talk a lot with Dazai, he and Dazai have always been a bit of an enemy and friend, but they are partners after all, so I know He is quite trusting and caring about Dazai.

Even though there is very little communication, I still feel relaxed when I am with Zhongye Nakahara.

However, this ease is...not helpful to me.

Because I have a job to do.

I want to go back to the original world.

I want revenge.I want to revive the Uchiha family.

As for the concern for Chuya Nakahara and Akutagawa—that’s all for Akutagawa, after all, my goal is to realize his ideal, but the special feelings for Chuya Nakahara will hinder my progress.

I told myself that more than once.

02.

late at night.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also often busy until late at night, and his processing speed for official documents is relatively slow, so staying up late is a common thing.In the past many times after staying up late, he would go to a bar not far away to have a drink alone, but now I am beside him, but he is still silent and has no conversation.

The same goes for tonight.

Nakahara Chuya leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs on the table, squinted his eyes slightly, thinking about something, while I was quietly drinking juice, and to be honest, I was a little sleepy.

"How long have you been here?" He asked suddenly.

"Three months." I was a little surprised that he talked to me, but I still responded quickly.

"Can I have a drink?" he asked.

"No," I said, "but I think it's okay."

"Forget it." He waved his hand.

I couldn't bear it any longer, "You really always treat me like a child."

"Why are you in such a hurry to grow up?" He asked with his eyes still closed.

"I want to get stronger." I said.

"Revenge?" he asked, and I mentioned it to him.

"Yes." I replied.

"To whom?" he asked.

This is a rather presumptuous question, but I don't feel offended, in this case, bar, blues, dim lighting, rain outside, him in a black coat, shadow cast by the brim of his hat, high feet on fingertips cup, black gloves.

This feeling.

After a few seconds of silence, I said, "To my elder brother, his name is Uchiha Itachi, he killed my whole family, including my parents."

"Do you know why?" he asked.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down: "He said it was to test his strength."

There was a moment of silence.

The sound of his fingers clapping the walls of the goblet.

The sound of rain outside.

He opened his eyes, but his eyes were covered by shadows: "It's really a very moving reason."

"...Yes." I said, and after I finished speaking, I lowered my eyes, stared at the tomato juice in my hand, looked at the viscous liquid like blood, and then said: "I couldn't understand it in the past, but now I am beside Chuya After reading so many things, I found that the behavior of 'killing the whole family in order to test my own strength' is actually understandable."

"Yes." Zhong Yuan said, "But it's really cruel, after all, it's the whole family."

I slowly clenched my fist, "But anyway..."

"You're going to kill him," he excused.

"Yes." I said.

Then Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly said: "Do you need my help?"

I raised my head in astonishment: "Doesn't the port mafia ignore personal enmity?"

He bent the corners of his lips, "Speaking in a private capacity."

I was surprised for several seconds before I calmed down, "But is this appropriate..."

"For me it's just killing someone," he said.

--makes sense.

Although I can't help but start to compare the strength of Nakahara Chuya and Uchiha Itachi, but I also know that my idea is quite unrealistic, after all, they belong to two worlds.

Besides, I definitely want to kill him with my own hands.

"No. I want to do it myself," I responded.

"You can't kill him," he said.

I frowned: "I know that my current strength is far behind him..."

"It doesn't mean strength." Zhongyuan Zhong also interrupted me, "If he really killed the whole family for the sake of strength, you will never be his opponent. Unless..."

"Unless what?" My voice was a little anxious.

"Unless he actively wants to die by your hands." He replied.

"...Are you kidding me?" I couldn't help but say.

"Based on everything you've shown now." He took off his hat and put it aside, his eyes were full of dark night, "You are not suitable for revenge, and you also..."

His thin lips opened and closed, and he spoke the words of judgment:

"—not fit to stay in the Mafia."

The sound of rain outside the window is still there.

——I finally understood the reason why he suddenly softened tonight.

—He wants to drive me away.